The 'Cool Story, Dovahkiin' Thread
A place to share your cool Skyrim-related stories. I'll go first.
Then, a day later.
Reposted from Facebook wrote:So, I'm playing Skyrim, and I finish my initiation into the Dark Brotherhood. I walk outside the Abandoned Shack by the pondside to find that it is night. I then check my map for the location of the Sanctuary and fast travel to the location nearest it.
The game tells me 'You can't fast travel with enemies nearby', and I think to myself 'Well, that's odd, I didn't see anything hostile on my compass. It's probably just a mudcrab or something, I AM by a pond'. So I exit the map, draw my sword and wade into the shallows.
And then a dragon drops out of the sky and almost lands on top of me.
Then, a day later.
Reposted from Facebook wrote:So, I'm playing Skyrim, and I embark on my first major contract for the Dark Brotherhood after doing several small, inconsequential ones. I have been told to go and kill a dude who is inconveniently placed at the end of a dungeon on top of a mountain.
So I'm all 'Wow, that's kind of inconvenient, I guess I'll just fast travel to the location nearest it,' and hop over to a campsite that I had cleared of bandits earlier. I take three steps out of the campsite and immediately get jumped by a Saber Cat. This is a situation that I have been in before, and has almost never ended well in my favor, what with me being a squishy assassin.
By some miracle, I manage to survive the fight with the angry kitty and continue making my way up the mountain. About halfway up, I notice some pillars sticking out of the ground in the distance, so I decide to check it out. Turns out it's a Nord ruin on the surface complete with a Dragon Wall and a cool dragon statue. So I check out the wall and learn not one, not two, but THREE words of power.
So I'm feeling pretty good by now, and as I'm about to continue making my way up the mountain, I get this weird feeling that something's off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Then two things happened. One, I realized that the statue of the dragon wasn't there anymore, and two, the dragon that I had assumed was a statue, but was actually perching, plummeted out of the sky and landed on top of me.
Cue epic fight scene wherein I somehow manage to defeat the dragon by repeatedly knifing it in the face. I then absorb it's soul, feel all epic, and continue my ascent of the mountain, right?
Wrong; at least about the last part. Not two seconds after I kill the dragon and I'm about to head up the mountain, a goddamned Dragon Priest spawns and starts floating around, yelling angry exploding fireballs at me. By now, I have next to no health and all of my healing items have been spent, so I just decide to quickly duck behind the nearest pillar and attempt to magic my wounds closed so I don't die horribly.
I then pop out from my cover, swinging like a maniac, doing my best to sidestep the fireballs that do enough damage to kill me in about 2-3 hits. I very quickly realize that these Dragon Priest asshats are ghosts and are not affected by any non-enchanted weaponry other than Silver or Daedric. At this point, I don't actually have any Silver, Daedric, or enchanted weapons, so I'm more than a little stumped as to my options.
I eventually end up playing footsies with the damn thing around a giant stone pillar, popping out occasionally to hit him with the Novice-rank flamethrower spell that you start the game with or my 'Fire' Thu'um. This goes on for about 10 or so minutes before I manage to kick his spectral ass back to the afterlife. I then get some additional loot from his corpse (which included his mask and a hefty amount of gold) and I continue on my way, blissfully uninterrupted.
This experience has taught me a few things:
1) Always carry a Silver or Daedric weapon with you.
2) Always carry more Health potions than you think you will need.
3) If you do missions for the Dark Brotherhood, dragons will happen to you.
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It was night when I arrived. Wolves howled in the distance but the tranquil visage of Riverwood was a welcome sight to my sore eyes.
I staggered into town. I walked through the door to the Inn, eager to rest.
That's when the hired thugs descended upon me. Within seconds, three hulking men had impaled me on their swords, a sad ending to a grand adventure.
...
So when I reloaded, I had no idea what the hell had happened. I went through the door to the inn again, and immediately the thugs attacked me. I ran outside, and they followed. They killed me again.
I kept trying until I finally was able to kite the bastards, and was able to kill them with a Fireball scroll I had been saving for a big moment. This, apparently, was my big moment. When I finally looted their corpses, I saw a CONTRACT with MY NAME ON IT.
It was signed by HILDE, Sven's nice old mother! WHAT THE HELL? WHY would this sweet old lady put a HIT out on me?
Apparently, I stole from her. Seriously, I did not remember stealing anything from her, but there it was in black and white.
The next day when I confronted her about it, she acted completely ignorant! Told me to go see her son sing at the tavern! What a grumpy old bitch!
I ain't done shit.
I haven't hit much radiant story telling yet. It's mostly been deep into quest lines so I don't want to give away spoilers. I play during the day with a three year old on my lap so I'm a nice guy and I mostly kill dragons and craft and stuff.
When he goes to sleep, though? THERE WILL BE BLOOD!
The "good/evil" balance isn't too in favor of you here. You do the dumbest petty crime and you are MURDERED by the ENTIRE TOWN. It's kinda silly.
STEAL A CARROT FROM YOUR SHELF? Murdered by the entire town.
play a Nord or Imperial and use your racial to GTFO
True story.
Did you have your weapons drawn? If so, they generally take you as entirely hostile. Try sheathing.
So in my typical style, I've already blown off the main quest (did so almost immediately upon having the freedom to do so). I've trekked far away, to the Western reaches of the map entirely on foot. Deal with it.
So in my travels I stumbled upon a small encampment of Forsworn. They attacked me, so I killed them. I then walked a little further and found this massive Forsworn base:
So I left it alone, because despite not knowing anything about the Forsworn, they were clear enemies.
Walked for a few more hours, ended up at the city of Markarth.
Long story short, I got tangled up into a quest about Forsworn conspirators in the city. This quest led me to investigate a murder, accidentally gain the attention of the guards, find out a top level official was in cahoots, and get thrown into jail innocently.
While in jail you run into the king of the Forsworn. You learn a little about him and why he's done what he's done. Whatever. I killed the man, stole the key out of the jail, escaped with all my belongings, took control of the nicest house in Markarth, then walked away like it was no big deal.
The Forsworn can kiss off.
after getting some sleep and telling my good for nothing wife to give me her money and make me some damn breakfast I took a step outside so see the carcass of that previous dragon fall on my head. I had no Idea what happend but the thing still had its flesh, he had nothing on him, and I couldn't gain a soul from it. then people started praising me for some reason!?
First thing I thought about was
"how am I going to get this goddamn thing out of my goddam lawn", then I thought "wait, who would do this and why? and HOW!?"
"wait a minuite, maybe this jut a litte prank like when punks put a bucket of something over someones door, except instead of a bucket its a dragon"
"now that I think about it, isn't this like the Godfather when they put a horses head on someones bed while they are sleeping? except instead of a bed its my porch and instead of a horses head its a dragon?"
I just stood there just thinking about all the possible motives the culprit could of had, or how he could have done it. it.. it soon consumed my life, I was no longer exploring dungens or saving the world, all I cared about now was finding the bastard who did this...
Btw, this is my first post. Hi I'm PunnyFuzz pleased to be here and as you can tell by this post I- umm....
DU NAAN KIIR VOTH NAX!!
Nice entrance Punny. Good to see you, man.
I found a band of hunters in the middle of nowhere yesterday. Followed them for a bit until they came upon two giants and a mammoth. I GTFO'd really quickly and recorded the action:
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Upon closer investigation, it was a dog. The next morning, a young boy was standing over it, saying something like "how could this happen?!" Oops.
Headed on the way to one of the side quests. Saw a nice big bonfire. Started to approach (always in sneak mode). Saw two giants tending to three mammoths. Backpedaled rapidly.
I think the giants hang out with the big mammoths because they're
I mean, it's what I would do.
They ought to groom their beast so he doesn't look so scary in the dark.
These hunts had become a custom of mine, simply a way to make some quick gold, gather leather for crafting, and generally a way to escape actual conflict.
Well after my fifth kill I took note that it was quickly approaching daylight and just over the ridge was a nice little inn where I could rest my feet before having to make the trek back to White Run. Just as I was clearing the last hillock I saw it a massive grizzly bear and I simply couldn't resist I needed to have its pelt if I were to call the hunt successful...no if I were to think of calling myself a hunter.
Determined I set after the beast, coaxing it into a vulnerable position with guarded swings of my great sword, wounded it turned to run, seeing my opportunity I took it and finished the creatures life with one well aimed swing. Gathering its pelt I readied myself for the final stretch of the journey to the inn the sun only just poking its head above the nearby mountain range.
Tired, wounded, and in desperate need of a good Nordic Ale I set off my footsteps falling steadily on ground...until I heard that roar. I looked about sword drawn for potential foes until my well trained eyes turned themselves skyward. That's when I saw it, one of the dragon kind swooping down from the sky intent on seeing me dead.
With a mighty roar of my own I met its challenge and on the frozen earth we dueled, claw against blade, fury against skill. In the end, bloodied, broken, and slightly singed I stood victorious over the mighty beast letting my war cry ring out over the woods and the nearby town. Gathering what remained of the mighty beast I completed my trek to the inn with no further harassment.
Truly it was a good hunt.
I found it heading up to visit the shrine of whoeverthefuck from Whiterun. This monstrous Dwemer ruin promises glory and riches inside, but is filled top to bottom with Falmer. After fighting, Lydia at my side, through several rooms with them, I realized... they were blind. I told Lydia to stay right the fuck there and snuck through the remainder of the base, backstabbing happily as I went. I get to the end, stab a human in the back, take all of her very nice plate armor, and then crawled, overloaded, slowly back to Lydia.
I gotta say, once I realized Lydia could flat-out die, I suddenly got a lot less interested in taking her on quests.
200 arrows later it was dead.