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Killed my second dragon (frost dragon), used his soul to unlock the new shout I learned, which lets you freeze opponents solid. Luckily for me I had a rock to hide behind when the dragon breathed frost. Unrelenting Force works like a charm!
DS Andy Cartwright: Everyone and their mums is packin’ round here!
Nicholas Angel: Like who?
DS Andy Wainwright: Farmers.
Nicholas Angel: Who else?
DS Andy Cartwright: Farmers’ mums.
@#$*!&@&^!ing Lydia died on me yesterday, AND MY HORSE. Didn't realize about the horse all night as I was mainly running around barrows like crazy. So, I saved over that. Sigh.
Even worse, when I realized I lost Lydia, my last save where she was alive, was over an hour ago. Kicked myself repeatedly over it.
At least I'm having a blast abusing alchemy. I'm going to make a tub, and fill it with gold pieces after I'm done. ^^
By popular request....I am now officially the Enemy of Normalcy.
"What is unobtainium? To Seraph, it's a normal client. :P" -- Observant Friend
@#$*!&@&^!ing Lydia died on me yesterday, AND MY HORSE. Didn't realize about the horse all night as I was mainly running around barrows like crazy. So, I saved over that. Sigh.
Even worse, when I realized I lost Lydia, my last save where she was alive, was over an hour ago. Kicked myself repeatedly over it.
At least I'm having a blast abusing alchemy. I'm going to make a tub, and fill it with gold pieces after I'm done. ^^
Sadly, you can't drop gold, yet, but considering there's mods out already for the game, becore the construction set is even out, it'll come
I am the nocturnal echo-locating flying mammal man.
I post here today to relate to you, fellow travelers, the bravest thing I have seen in Skyrim.
I was passing through the farms of Whiterun, on my way to evict a band of troublemakers from some ruins on the Jarl's lands, when a great roar rent the air, and a gout of flame bathed a windmill in light. A dragon was amuck!
I quickly pulled my bow of ancient dwarven make, and set arrow to nock as the farm folk were organized by a passing guard. The dragon was a terrible blue and grey thing, with scaled protrusions from it's body--like the rocks rising from the ground along the trail that brought me to this valley. I peppered the dread beast with arrows as it tore into the farmers' poor defense. A volley of fire from the dragon's belly put paid to the guardsman, and suddenly the remaining peasants broke, fleeing for the far mountains.
I continued my arrows--ignored by the creature for the scent of the stables and horseflesh within. Another gout of flames put paid to many of the horses in the paddock, and I began to despair at the damage done. The dragon roared again, but this time it was not answered with shout, or arrows, or magic, or even pitchforks...it was answered with a thin whinney and the tromple of hooves on soft dirt.
It was a common horse, on first sight. A simple brown hair with brown mane, like dozens I had seen before. What was remarkable was the way it charged the dragon, fearless. It pounded the stunned beast with hooves and bit it upon the horned head and neck. Viciously, it struck again and again and the scaled monster reeled back, unable or unwilling to take flight again. The spectacle tore a cheer from my throat as I took up bow once more. How could I stand idle while this brave animal fought so? And so we fought together in spirit, Nord and Horse. Hoof and Arrow.
And so it should have ended--indeed, would have ended!--but the dragon recovered it's wits, and breathed fire and death on the noble steed. Once--Twice--the fires roared from throat. The Horse stood yet. The brave animal lept into the air, and like the very wrath of the heavens, struck the dragon on the head with all four hooves. The head of the dragon rocked back, then shot forward toward the horse, maw wide, showing multitudes of teeth. It ripped into the heroic horse, and took from it life.
As the horse fell, tears rose from my eyes. With a mad cry, I fired one last arrow into the dragon's face. It gaped at me once, finally acknowledging my presence, and fell dead. The steaming corpse already straining from the spiritual energies tearing their way out of the scales and muscle.
I do not know the name of the brave horse, as none claimed it as their own after the battle was done. I only know that not even the Companions themselves could have made a better showing in that terrible, hopeless fight. And so tonight, with fire bright and warm, and surrounded by friends and fellow travelers, I raise my flagon in toast to the animal who fought like a warrior, and gave it's life to save the farms and livestock of Whiterun.
To you, Horse, may you run the fields of warriors in the afterlife tonight.
Last edited by Geek King; 11-18-2011, 03:09 PM.
Reason: cleaning up typing
The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
"Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
Hoc spatio locantur.
Nearly brought a tear to my eye. Anonymous Horse, I salute you.
Not as funny as what I'm going to do when the construction sets come out, I'm going to have a mace or something, but whose model is replaced with that of an anvil, why? Because I got a kick out of a name for an Argonian, called Anvil-in-the-dark, an assasin type character whose trademark way of killing people is, well, all in the name.
Compared to my other Argonian, Runs-With-Scissors.
I am the nocturnal echo-locating flying mammal man.
I finally figured out how to marry so my first character married Ysolde. She was nice enough to teach me how to not get screwed by merchants.
It seems like you can marry practically anyone or any *thing* long as you have the amulet on. -.-
Also it seems you basically get a housecarl in any city that you earn the title Thane in. So plenty of Lydia replacements. ;p Housecarls have no personality to speak of though. At least the random idjits you can find in taverns have some personality.
Granted my Flame Atronach seems to have more personality than anyone else.
OK, not much of a gamer here - only game I'm currently playing is Minecraft and that's sporadic - but hubby mentioned the game today and he pronounced it "Scrim". Is it "Scrim" or "Sky-Rim"? Perfectionists want to know
"I was only LOOKING, I didn't mean to enter my card's CVV and actually ORDER! REFUND ME RIGHT NOW!!"
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