Ok, at times we like to briefly step away from reality and step into a different place or different time..., Here is my little break from reality... some of you may have heard this before and might know where all this takes place. For those of you who have not, I hope you still enjoy... So there I was, the mighty Dragonborn standing on the upper deck to my newly log style built manor with granite stone accents. Situated just atop on a lush green, forest ridge, overlooking the slightly breezy yet serene lake. As my wife has just been scolding me for moving our small family. She said, There are too many spiders and wild wolves in the area! So, I eventually stepped out - I was walking along the broken, partial cobble stone pathway, feeling down, heading to the nearby small village of Falkreath to buy a case of mead to drown my sorrows. The sun was incredibly annoying since I was part vampire. It was constantly weakening me but, I still trudged on... As I entered the town, an armed guard dressed in his full battle worn armor greets me by saying, how he was like me at one time, till he took an arrow to the knee. I roll my eyes... and continued moping along. Suddenly, from high above, an Elder Dragon swoops downward from the open sky, spewing fire within its heated breath down from the core of its inferno lungs. I take out my sword and unleash a mighty belch of Dragonrend! Upon swinging my sword at this foul beast, I guess, I accidently hit a chicken or an innocent villager ?:\ ...oops... - Because, next I knew the boys in Falkreath colors were attacking me too! Before I could react, I hear, KILL THE VAMPIRE!! damn Dawnguard patrol show up at the worst times. So, being the cunning and brave Hero that I am - I quickly decide to run and hide over there within the bushes, covered behind the dragon... heh heh hehhh... Let the others deal with it. All I wanted was just a case of mead. Time rolls by and eventually the dragon is weak from its battle with all the Faulkreath guards and the Dawnguard patrol. I, then step into action... I dispatch it with the final deadly arrow with my superior skill and marksmanship. Upon devouring the dragon soul, I get a moment to pan around... no Faulkreath Guards in sight except the ones lying dead near the dragon. Dawnguard patrol are all dead as well. There are a few dazed villagers standing around as they emerge from cowering and hiding. Now thats how the Dragonborn does it. I feel content and happy with a stupid grin on my face as I walk back to my lakewood manor home with a couple cases of mead. Job well done?... Yes! ...yes it was. :)
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 02:28:55 +0000