Kaltornen

Hello, I'm sorry if this has been asked before but is there any way of looking at my mod download history? I have just had to do a full restore of my computer and lost my mods. I'd like to know what I've used in the past. Cheers

Like many of you, I've been playing Skyrim since day 1. First on PS3 but then I researched some of the mods on pc and was so impressed that I bought a proper gaming laptop to be able to mod the game. I'm still a bit of a noob but I also understand the immense amount of work that mod creators put into these mods for FREE. And I've been so impressed with the effort that Dark One and his team have put into the nexus that I felt ot was worth it to sign up as a premium member. I've tried other games over time but I still come back to skyrim because of the mods. Yes CTDs are annoying. In my case they are always my fault. After a year of modding I've realised that lots of script heavy mods will quickly crash my game. But I did some research to figure that out. So I've come to terms with the fact that some mods don't play well together, load order is all important, patches and bashes are usually required. Etc... If you want to go for broke to see what you can do be prepared for regular CTDs. If you want a stable game limit your mods, use STEP and keep it simple. A lot of the complaints I see in forums are of immature people who are too lazy to do their homework about mods and don't appreciate what they've been given for nothing. First world problems, eh? Thanks to all the mod makers out there for your time, talent, effort and PATIENCE for us noobs!

Diary entry 10 - 10th of Sun's Dusk - College of Winterhold I am feeling very shaky right now. I am sitting in my own dorm room in the College of Winterhold having just been visited by the principle. I have been here a few days and I can tell you that they have been somewhat disturbing. Let me start from when I first approached the college. When I got up to the path that led to the bridge out to the college I was stopped by a mage who insisted I take a test before she let me in. An aptitude test in magic, as it were. Now, I've never really been very good at tests. I can be very nervy sometimes and tend to choke and make mistakes under pressure. Although I am a Breton, magic has never really come easy to me. So this mage, she asks me to perform a simple flame spell aimed at the seal on the path. If I could light it up, I could pass. Try as though I might, I could really only produce match-lights at the ends of my fingers. The mage smirked at me and then turned her back. Again, another humiliating experience. But I was not going to be deterred. When I was a kid, I used to entertain my play mates with this little party trick with the flames spell. Now I know this is a bit juvenile, but you can't say I am not resourceful. Whilst the mage's back was turned, I dropped my pants, pointed my bum at the seal, lit my finger and released an explosive round of flatulence. The resultant fireball not only lit up the seal but also set the mages robe hem on fire and she was obliged to cast frost on it to put it out. I managed to get my pants up before she saw what I had done. She told me only a powerful mage would be able to cast a blast of flame like that and "welcome to the college!" I turned down the tour by the head mage, who was engaged in a conversation with a Thalmor wizard who's name I think was Acunto (?) I went into the main hall and saw a group of students engaged in a lecture about ward spells. I spotted a Dunmer mage sitting in an alcove and showed him Sheogorath's staff and how much would he give me for it. His eyes went wide when he saw it and he started talking gibberish - " wabbajack, wabbajack!" he kept saying. Another couple of mages saw this and came over to look and suddenly a bidding war started for it, then an argument ensued and before I knew it bolts of destruction magic started flying around the room. All I can remember hearing was the old guy giving the lecture yelling "now cast the ward spell, and keep it up" over and over again. Which I did. The fight only settled down when the principle walked in and then marched us all up to his office. When he had reprimanded the trouble makers a couple of mages were left and he allowed them to barter for the staff which I eventually sold to Enthir for 2500 septims, which I think was too good a deal cos he walked off chuckling. Then I unwrapped the Skull of Corruption and asked the principle what it was worth. He immediately went pale, confiscated the staff and made me sit down and recount my entire story. By the end of it he looked very disturbed and called an immediate meeting of the senior wizards. When they were all assembled in his office, he made me tell the story again and asked me to repeat the story about the Hargraven and me being called "the chosen one". This time, no one laughed, they just looked at one another with worried faces and sent me off to my room. So the principle (the arch mage Savos Aren it turned out) has just visited me privately and told me something that has made me vomit on my new college robes. It appears that the sexual intercourse I was forced to have with the Hagraven was part of some obscure prophecy about some hybrid born to a hagraven and a Breton anti-hero called "The Chosen One" and this child would end up doing something really bad. I still am trying not to be sick, but the idea that I might have a kid to that thing chills me to the bone. I can't stay here, I think I will head down to the tavern and try and get drunk. Vianto - NOT the chosen one...

Diary entry 9 - some day in Sun's Dusk. I am now sitting at the bar in the tarvern in Winterhold, at last warm and comfortable, sipping on fine Alto wine and writing in my journal after several harrowing days of yet another epic ordeal (some people call them adventures, I call them ordeals...) Last I wrote I was sitting in a stolen dinghy bobbing up and down on the frigid Sea of Ghosts, somewhere between Dawnstar and Winterhold, again freezing my butt off. I had rowed until my arms and back burned and then a stiff breeze came along and thankfully pushed me in the direction I needed to go, so I finished the rest of my meager rations and rested. I could see numerous predators patrolling up and down the coastline, but fortunately none of them dared to come in after me. Until I suddenly realized that snow bears can swim. Really well. One came charging down into the surf and began paddling furiously towards me. I had no really effective weapons, but then I came up with the idea of casting frost spells into the water infront of the bear and creating mini-icebergs as obstacles. So the bear kept climbing up over the berg, then falling off again, and after several attempts realized it would be easier to chase some horkers that were flopping about on the shore line and gave up. After that I was exhausted so I stopped on a clear bit of shoreline where I thought there was a campfire, but it turned out to be the burning corpse of some poor fool who had tried to cast flame cloak and failed miserably. The spell tome was lying nearby so I read it thinking that it might come in handy as a last resort... So after a rest, and (I am ashamed to admit it) some charred Yisra (I was starving, ok?) I got back in the boat and continued rowing. Nothing else disturbed me for a few hours until I realised that ice-wraiths can fly over water - one of them attacked me whilst I was having a short nap. The first thing I felt was a very sharp and cold stabbing pain in my thigh and I suddenly awoke to find this frozen horror with its fangs imbedded in my thigh. So in my panic I cast the flame cloak spell, which worked a treat in destroying the wraith, but had the unfortunate consequence of catching the boat on fire as well, so I had to jump into the freezing water and make for shore. When I finally dragged myself up onto the beach I heard the unmistakeable roar of a frost troll, and I thought, this is it, this it where it all ends, but then I realised the roar was a scream of pain and when I looked up I saw several warriors cutting it down. Afterwards, the lead warrior, who's name I now know is Farkas helped me to my feet and they built a fire and gave me some food. I told them my story which they all greatly enjoyed, but I wasn't going to complain because they had saved me from certain death and they also offered to accompany me to Winterhold. So I smiled and kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately, on the way there, I kept trying to engage Farkas in conversation. Not only is he not much of a talker, but I kept pronouncing his name as Fark Arse, which made him really annoyed. After several hours we came to a hilltop looking out over the College and Farkas pointed it out and said the town was just below the hill. I said "Thank you so much for all your help, Fark Arse" and he replied angrily "you should be able to make it from here!" and promptly shoved me down the hill. I slid for a bit but then started rolling and before I knew it I had become a large snow ball which rolled into the town and killed several chickens. A couple of guards saw the incident and fined me 40 septims for killing the chickens, even though it was an accident! Bastards! Anyway, that's the worst that happened and I made it to the tavern. Tomorrow I will try and sell these Arkay-damned staves to the mages at the college.

Very nice Saboikie, I love it!

Don't know. Would give you some amusing options though...

Dairy entry 8. Date - 2nd of Sun's Dusk ( I actually know the date for a change) So I made it to Dawnstar without incident, except I could no longer feel my buttocks - the boat owner gave me a pair of ragged pants which weren't very warm... I got to Dawnstar with virtually no money but there was work in the mines so I made a bit of money mining quicksilver. Then I discovered that my silver 1 % increase smithing skill ring had enabled me to create a quicksilver dining set. I found that when I enchanted it with a fire enchantment, it would cook food at the same time as eating it, negating the need for cooking first! It was the first great thing I had done in Skyrim! I was so proud of my achievement that I took it to the Jarl to see if he was interested in buying a set - he was so impressed that he offered me 1000 septims for the patent. In retrospect, I really shouldn't have sold out, but I was desperate for money so I caved and sold it to him. Newly cashed up and geared out I headed to the tavern for some mead with juniper berries, but every poor sod in there looked like they had the hang-over from hell. It turned out they were all suffering from horrible night-mares and none of them could sleep. I could certainly sympathise with that - ever since my experience in Labyrinthian and the reach I had had the same problem.. This priest of Mara, Earandur approached me and told me that the nightmares were being caused by an artifact in the nearby temple and would I be able to help him destroy it. I was pretty drunk by then and he made it sound like a pretty easy get in, break the staff and get out job, and he said it might help with my nightmares too so I said yes. Turns out he was a lying bastard. We get to the temple and it was full of formerly comatose and now pyschotic Vermina worshippers and Orcs which we had to fight through, then it turned out Earandur used to be a cultist too, then he tricked me into drinking a potion that put me in someone else's head back in time to break down a barrier (turns out it was his head, which is messed up) and then after fighting another couple of psychos who were not asleep so I couldn't stab them before they got up, we get to the staff which turned out to be the f***ing SKULL OF CORRUPTION which parents told their kids about to scare them into going to bed when I was little. Earandur starts up a spell that would destroy the staff, and it creates this sizzling barrier around it and I just stand in the background waiting. Then I hear the daedric prince's voice in my head, telling me to kill Earandur and take the staff. Now I'm not really the murdering type, I've done what I had to do in the past, but I've been so humiliated and disrespected since coming to Skyrim, that being lied to by Earandur was a bit more than I could bear. So I gave him a little shove, not really meaning to hurt him, but he tripped and fell head first into the barrier and IT MELTED HIS HEAD! So anyway, after I had gotten over the shock, I took the staff and ran back down to Dawnstar, but everyone who saw me coming ran the other way in abject terror, the guards started firing arrows at me and I was obliged to steal the ferry man's boat and row with everything I had along the coast! So now I am again sitting in this bloody row boat, freezing again, writing in this damn journal again. It never ends! I'm thinking if I can get to the College of Winterfell or whatever its called I might be able to flog both of these staves and make enough money to get out of here! Arkay!!

Diary entry 7. A few days later Yes, I realize that the past 2 entries were numbered number 5. Give me a break, I have been through a lot lately. I also realize that I wrote enchanting table as "enchanting taxable" in the last entry. Its this damn magic journal. I bought it in High Rock and it has this feature called "predictive text" which guesses what you are about to write and then writes it for you. But it gets it wrong 50% of the time and on more than one occasion I have been tempted to chuck it into the Sea of Ghosts. Which is where I am now... So what happened after I stormed out of the Winking Skeever in my last entry was that I went up to the Blue Palace to see if I could get some work and make enough money so I could get out of Skyrim. Maybe I could get a ship to the Imperial city, it's gotta be better than here. On the way up to the palace I was accosted by some crazy, raving old man asking for help. i didn't really catch what he was saying and I gave him a septim and he pressed a big bone into my hand and said something about finding his friend in the Pelagius wing and I walked away as quickly as I could. So I get up to the palace and the Jarl is having an audience with some guy from Dragon Bridge complaining about loud hooligans having rowdy, drunken parties in a nearby cave late at night and keeping everyone awake. When he'd finished, I approached the steward for some work and he suggested I could look into the parties in Wolf cub cave. That sounded pretty easy. I asked him about the Pelagius wing (thinking there might be something of value in there that I could nick) and he gave me a key for the door. And then I noticed the court mage. I was half-way through saying to the steward that she kinda looked like a vampire and then suddenly everyone is frozen in time, my trousers caught fire and I was obliged to tear them off, and the mage starts swearing and striding towards me. So I bolted. But instead of running out the front door, I found myself using the steward's key on a rusty old door in a side wing and locking myself on the other side of it. I stood there, nude from the waist down, heart pounding and listening to the mage cursing and banging her fists on the door. After a while she gave up and I wandered down this dusty, cob-web strewn hall and the next thing I know I am standing in this weird garden with two very strange looking guys sitting at a dining table. One clearly out of his mind, the other staring at me and trying not to laugh. Then he introduced himself as SHEOGORATH... and I nearly fainted. This only made him laugh out loud and he told me that he was planning to make me find a way out of the place we were in, apparently Pelgagius' mind (where else of course?) BUT, that he had been "so entertained by my adventures" that he was going to give me a gift and let me go so long as I stay in Skyrim. Daedric s***-head! So he gives me this staff, whilst laughing his ass off, and suddenly I find myself back in the Pelagius wing of the Blue Palace. Still without my pants of course... So I managed to creep out of the palace without anyone seeing me, it was night-time by about then, and my plan was to sneak back into the Winking Skeever and get a fresh pair of pants. I managed to get all the way to the door without being seen, but the minute I got inside I was greeted by a huge crowd, drinking and laughing and all sitting down listening to Cosnach, who was drunk and standing on a table recounting my misfortunes to the whole inn! Then everyone turned to see me standing in the doorway, holding the staff in one hand and trying to cover my rude bits with the other and they erupted into gales of hysterical laughter and all started chanting "chosen one, chosen one!" Well I just lost the plot. I kind of remember swearing in rage at Cosnach and then pointed the staff at him, and in a flash of light he turned into .... A f***ing HAGRAVEN!!! I was suddenly no longer constipated. What happened next is kind of a blur but the tavern rioted in a panic and Cosnach flew into a panicked frenzy flapping and squawking and throwing his talons about and just wrecked the place, mass confusion. I bolted out of the tavern, being chased down to the dock by guards, dick flapping and diarrhea running down the backs of my legs. I found a little row boat at the dock and the pilot asked where I wanted to go and I just threw some septims at him and screamed "get me out of here" and he said "you only have enough to get to Dawnstar" and I said "whatever, row godsdammit!!" So now I am sitting in this ridiculous row boat (to think he rows this pathetic little thing all the way to Windhelm..) shivering my butt off, writing in my journal on the way to Dawnstar. Seriously, I think I am cursed!

Diary entry 5. Date - near the end of Frostfall, it's bloody cold! So here I sit in the winking skeever. Since I last wrote I have become somewhat famous in Markarth. In a court jester kind of way. So humiliating! Anyway, I managed to make some money out of telling my hargraven story and selling silver rings enchanted with 1% blacksmithing skill (I'd stashed some silver bars in the mine ruins and calcelmo let me use his ennchanting taxable as I was "an amusing diversion from his important work". Officious prick. So due to my celebrity status I was able to flog the rings for more than they were worth through Arnlief and sons and I was able to kit myself out with some more adventuring gear, the idea being to get back to High Rock. It was going pretty well until the shop was closed by the city watch after the owner was caught smuggling human body parts into the store. Then a full investigation was launched and they discovered my scam with the rings and I was fined a heap of septims - apparently selling enchanted jewelry with anything less than a 5% skill enchantment is considered fraud. So I was banned from Markarth. I had enough money for a cart ride to Solitude and Cosnach accompanied me because "I am a good laugh". Asshole. So anyway, now I am here in the winking skeever, tired, cold, hungry and severely constipated because I refused to get off the cart for fear of being caught with my pants down by the forsworn. We did actually encounter 3 forsworn hunters on the road but Cosnach, as drunk as he was, jumped off the cart laughing hysterically yelling "you don't f*#@ with the chosen one" and hacked them to bits. I tried to contribute by firing sparks at them but I was so stressed that all I managed was one big spark of static which got the cart horse in the ass and he ran a mile before the driver got control and Cosnach had to run to catch up. He was still laughing. Bastard. Dammit, Cosnach is now telling the Hargraven story to the patrons and they are all staring at me! I'm outta here!

Thank you. Glad you're enjoying them, I'm enjoying writing them! Vianto has a few more adventures to go yet. Poor fella!

Diary entry 5. Date - I don't really care. Oh gods and daedra, I don't know where to start. I am sitting in the Silverblood inn, trying my damnedest to get drunk and trying to write in my journal but for the love of Arkay I can't stop my hand from shaking. The past few days have been the most horrific I have spent so far in Skyrim. I'm not sure I can even write this but I have to get this off my chest. When I last wrote I was sitting around a campfire, drugged and half-naked surrounded by cavorting Forsworn savages, after being captured by them in a raid gone wrong. They told me I was the "Chosen one" and a "guest" who would be "honored by the mother". They gave me several types of sedatives and then a really strong aphrodisiac and when I got all randy the forsworn women started to fondle me. I thought, ... oh GODS!, I thought it was some kind of ritualistic orgy, but then they led me into a tent covered in animals skulls, and they made me.... HAVE SEX WITH THE HARGRAVEN WAITING INSIDE!!! Arkay! Please kill me!!!! Being eaten by frost trolls or draugr would have been a kinder fate. I just can't get that twisted grinning face with the hawk-nose and foul breath in my face as they held me down, out of my head! Dammit, Cosnach was reading over my shoulder and is now telling the whole inn - I am now the laughing stock of Markarth. The hargraven affair was bad enough without everyone knowing about it! When I came to I was tied to a stake dressed in a few rags and covered in scratches and feathers. I tried my best to conjure a bound sword but in that state all I could manage was a steak knife. At least it was sharp enough and I managed to escape into the reach whilst the hargraven was engaged in some ritual with the forsworn. It was at least 3 days of clambering across stones and hills with no food and only water from streams until I came to a cliff overlooking Markarth. If it hadn't been for my dragonskin and a huge pile of horse s#*! I would have broken my neck sliding down the cliff to get to the front gate. Once I was inside some idiot started yelling about the forsworn and I had forgotten that I was still dressed in those barbarian's furs and the guards grabbed me while some poor lady got her throat cut. They assumed I was somehow involved in the attack and chucked me into Cidhna mine! So, then I was a prisoner again, but as soon as I was in the mine the prisoners took me straight to the king in rags. He looked me up and down and mentioned the words "chosen one" and I just f*#@ing lost it. I grabbed the nearest pick axe and buried it in his skull and then grabbed his keys and took off through the mine ruins before his men could grab me. I was beserk by that stage, and I think I ran past several frost-bite spiders and dwarven constructs, which ended up killing the other prisoners instead. I managed to get out of the mine and who was waiting for me when I came out? That silverblood prick! He thanked me for doing Markarth a service and then gave me a silver ring which improved my blacksmithing skill by 1%!! Asshole!! So now I am sitting in in the tavern, with everyone laughing at me, after this horrible ordeal I've just had. The inn owner's wife has at least felt sorry for me and has offered me a free room an board for tonight. Oh Gods, now the patrons are asking me to regale them with tales of my adventures in exchange for ale. "Chosen one! Chosen one!" they are chanting. Oh well, can't beat em so may as well join em. Vianto, The Chosen one

Diary entry 4. I have lost track of the date again. So again I am sitting around a campfire, sporting new bruises, cuts and magika burns. Since my last entry I joined the stormcloaks in an ambush on an imperial patrol (mainly because I had no choice). We hunkered down by some boulders by the road, quietly waiting until we heard the sounds of brisk marching. Except they weren't actually marching. They were sprinting. In a rout. The stormcloaks were so jacked up on bad mead and blood lust that they didn't notice how banged up the imperials were and jumped right on top of them stabbing, hacking and slashing. Then a whole horde of forsworn that were chasing the imperials rounded the bend throwing bolts of fire, frost and shock. The rear stormcloaks got blasted instantly and the remaining stormcloaks and imperials were hacked to pieces. The only thing that saved me was my dragon skin and a hastily erected ward. Then the leader of the forsworn, some scary man with a pine cone sticking out of his chest lifted me to my feet and said something about "chosen one" and then all the rest of the savages started bowing to me! So now I am sitting around a campfire with these f*#@ing psychos, wearing rotting skins and feathers and sticks that are poking into my private parts and the forsworn are feeding me these herbal teas and telling me I am going to be "honored by the mother" and all this other horker s#*!. My head is swimming, and I am feeling all hot and I can hardly write and now, oh Arkay, I am getting a huge boner and getting really horny, wtf? Ahh, gotta go!

Diary entry 3. Some day in Frostfall I think I'm not sure how many days it's been since I wrote as I have been under some kind of illusion spell for a while. The last thing I remember is being in the Nightgate inn, roaring drunk and trying to barter my witch plate armor for more mead. The door banged open, the blizzard came bursting in and everyone went quiet just as I commented to the barmaid "that horker stew was good enough for talos!" The next thing I knew I was being dragged out into the snow by Thalmor soldiers and that bastard in the black robe cast a spell at me. When I came to I was in the middle of an attack by storm cloak soldiers and in my haste to run I smashed into a thalmor soldier mid sword thrust and he missed the stormcloak he was aiming for and got the thalmor wizard in the back! So now the stormcloaks think I am a hero and I am sitting around a fire in a stormcloak camp, wearing some dead guys stinking armor and plotting an ambush on an imperial patrol. Earlier, I had some idiot tell me that he used to be an adventurer like me but then he took an arrow in the knee. Even showed me the scar to prove it. Then before you know it, half the camp was trying to out do one another, showing scars of where they had taken their arrows and suddenly the camp is pissed drunk, naked and brawling around the campfire. f*#@ing idiots. There's no decent wine and just roasted skeever to eat and no chance to run. I'm even afraid to go and take a dump, I still haven't got over those ice trolls chasing me out of labyrinthian. I hope things start to get better soon! Vianto

Diary entry 2. Date: several days after the last entry. I am in the night gate inn, nursing frostbite and multiple bruises from running my ass off in witch plate armor. I have spent my last few septims on a room and the first warm meal I have eaten in a week. I am partly drunk on mead but lucid enough to contemplate the traveling bard who told me about the easy loot in labyrinthian. And I am trying to think about the cruelest way of murdering him. Based on his advice I spent most of my money on a horse and gear for my expedition to the ruins and after a long arduous ride into the mountains avoiding bandits and wolves I get to the main temple door and find someone has removed the bloody handle! Then I heard my horse scream and turned to see its head being torn off by a frost troll! I managed to climb up ontop of a broken stone pillar as a couple more trolls joined in the feeding frenzy and then came after me. I sat freezing and s#*!-scared on that damn stone spraying feeble spurts of Mage fire at them which just singed their fur and made them really mad. I managed to get away when a group of riders came galloping through the ruins and the trolls started chasing them. This shiny new witch plate armor I bought for witch hunting nearly killed me as I was running away. I managed to make it here to night gate almost dead from exposure and now I think I'll have to sell my damned armor to be able to move on. To hell with Skyrim! Vianto - the ex-witch hunter

I mean, poor girl!

Sorry for not replying for a few days, I haven't logged into Nexus in a few days. And, thanks! It took me a while to come up with it. Yserelie, finally finding her father, doesn't kill him. She feels that she can't lose him again, even though he doesn't know who she is. She continues to visit the Bannered Mare and just talks to him. He finds this weird at first, but began to enjoy her company. Soon, Yserelie begins to think of her mother and what happened to her. How she could have been alive if Amaund only helped. While Amaund was sleeping one night, Yserelie sneaks in and slits his throat. All the while, tears spilling down her face. Sorry for not replying for a few days, I haven't logged into Nexus in a few days. And, thanks! It took me a while to come up with it. Yserelie, finally finding her father, doesn't kill him. She feels that she can't lose him again, even though he doesn't know who she is. She continues to visit the Bannered Mare and just talks to him. He finds this weird at first, but began to enjoy her company. Soon, Yserelie begins to think of her mother and what happened to her. How she could have been alive if Amaund only helped. While Amaund was sleeping one night, Yserelie sneaks in and slits his throat. All the while, tears spilling down her face. Whoa Blouvelvet! For a minute there I thought that Yserelie was going to try and re-establish some kind of relationship with her father. Then obviously the " YOU BASTARD!" factor kicked in and she sent him to Sithis. Ha ha!

Diary entry - date: unknown, I am completely high on skooma and have drunk several bottles of alto wine. Where am I ? Rorikstead, I think. Who gives a s#*!? My name is Vianto. I am a witch hunter. Whatever that means. I came to Skyrim from High Rock, hearing about the rise of the dragons, and the rise of their deathless priests, raising undead nords, woprshippers of the ancient dragons. I am a servant of Arkay, a hunter of necromancers and destroyer of their corpse-servants. Since being here I have seen more Draugr, skeletons, zombies and other dead things that are still moving than I can poke a stick at. Don't even get me started on the vampires. The dawnguard wanna take them on? Go right ahead guys, knock yourself out. Since I got here, I can't even walk half a mile of a ruin without some kind of lurching horror coming at me. I'm not sure if they have been raised by necromancers or dragon priests or what. I've also encountered locals who have become sick and then subsequently died and become zombies, spraying green puke at me the minute I get close. Witchhunter. What the f*#@ was I thinking? I should have stayed in High Rock, enchanting steel swords with soul trap. Every second f*#@ing thing I meet in Skyrim is undead, or sick of some kind of disease and about to become undead. To hell with the dragons, they aren't bothering me that much. Every couple of miles I find some kind of reanimated dead thing trying to slap me and spray germs all over me. Now I am in a tavern, getting blind drunk and high from some healer who's skooma is obviously watered down with fungal swamp pods or some other stinking s#*! from the marsh. I don't care. I've seen enough dead things to last a lifetime. Where does one go in Tamriel to get away from things that should otherwise stay in the ground and not move anymore? I even tried to escape to a skooma den to lose myself and found the damn thing being run by vampires. Blood-sucking bastards! I don't care about the actual blood sucking, but the price of their skooma was OUTRAGEOUS! So now I am in Rorikstead, getting drunk, having my ear chewed off by some horse-thief's butt-ugly sister who is complaining that at least her horse thief stealing brother managed to get out of Rorikstead and find some adventure. At this point I feel like one of the huge variety of undead that I have so far encountered would make better company. Anyway, hopefully tomorrow's journey will be better. I have been told by a travelling bard that there are great riches in a place in the central mountain range of Skyrim, of which even a small portion would set a fellow up for life with just a little bit of delving in the ruins. I believe he called it "Labyrinthian". So long as there are not too many undead there, I think it might be a good bet to plunder some loot and set myself up in one of the cities here, and not have to worry about undead, or dragons or zombie plagues etc.. Ok I am rambling now, I'm pretty sure that healer dropped something in my vegetable soup, the vegetables are now doing a waltz at the bottom of the bowl, like some kind of weird underwater ballet.... Nighty night!

Thanks Hanamomoya I really enjoyed that back story, obviously a fair bit of research and thought went into it. Very cool!

Nah, that's not too much! That's a great back story! What did Yserelie do to her father when she finally caught up to him? Was it a quick kill? Or did she toy with him for a while...? (sound of creepy music in the background)

He he. Ok another comedic backstory: Icanto is a master illusionist and Ancano's right hand man at the college of winterhold. One day whilst Ancano's is consulting with the archmage Icanto's curiosity gets the better of him and he eats a mushroom from the archmages alchemy table and falls instantly into a coma. When he awakes a few days later he finds his normal sadistic temperament has been overlaid with a profound sense of peace. This compels him to constantly cast frenzy spells on random npcs to start trouble but then to immediately cast calm on them due to the deep abiding love he feels for them. His mission is to get from winterhold to solitude and complete the Wabbajack quest without being arrested or killed.

Just to enhance your role-play experience as well, your autistic dragon born should go into shops, taverns etc and pick things up and throw them, generally chuck stuff everywhere and jump on tables while people are eating, take their food off them etc... Also break into people's homes and jump on them while they are alseep, run around naked, stack all the books in the Winterhold college in neat piles...

Ok, so I am on a roll here, I know I am the main one posting on this, I am doing this for my own entertainment... Marius Felcher is a Breton mage and pervert, who has been banished from High Rock for moral crimes against humanity - he created a set of spells that compel people to strip naked and masturbate in public... He travels to Skyrim where he hopes he may find some tolerance for his particular tastes. He does so in Solitude, Falkreath and Riften where he finds a market in selling his gag-line of strap on sex toys, which he has enchanted with frost, shock and fire enchantments (ooh, honey please stop - I am getting a burning sensation!). The residents of these cities are particularly weird... The fire enchantment strap on sells particularly well for Solitudes climate, the frost in Falkreath and the shock in Riften. His mission is to amass enough gold by ONLY SELLING THESE GOODS for a house in Solitude ( of course he will have to complete the quests for Solitude to become a thane). If there is no mod to enchant strap ons then someone should invent one, (if there is anyone as weird as me out there...)

And how about this one: Lezgo Grabsum-Grub is an Orc warrior living in a stronghold in skyrim (pick one with non essential characters). He is capable of intense berserk rages but his biggest weakness is that he weighs 150 lbs in full orcish armor. He also has anger management problems and feels compelled to hit anyone who insults him. He is banished from the stronghold after getting into a fight with the medicine woman who suggests a powder to help him gain weight. He vows revenge on the stronghold by building an army (using aft mod) and to destroy it. Only thing is, your army can only consist of people who insult you, like Nazeem. For an extra nasty touch, you can use the slavery mod to beat them into submission first...

That's ok. It's all in good fun! Ok here's another weird one: Karl Skeeversbane is a "miner" who works the mine outside of river wood, and earns his keep selling ore and other items he has "acquired" to the riverwood trader. He is keen on Camilla so in order to impress her he arranges for his friends to "borrow" her beloved golden claw and then offers to get it back for her. He does so, leaving his friend in a giant spiderweb. They fall in love and travel to Riften for the wedding. The night before the wedding, at Karl's bucks party in the Ragged flagon, his "miner friends" get him so drunk that he passes out. He awakes on the day of the wedding, naked, freezing and hungover on the footsteps of high hrothgar. His mission: to find his way back to Riften before the wedding without freezing, being murdered or eaten...

Nice inventive story, similar to one of my character's back stories. Ok, here's another one: Draco Maleth is a mage in the service of house Redoran. With the eruption of the Red Mountain and the destruction of Morrowind, house Redoran locates to Solstheim. During the evacuation of the capital and the surrounds, Draco abandons house Redoran in order to try and save his own family. Unfortunately, they miss their chance to leave and are instead caught up in the following Argonian invasion. All of his family are slaughtered by the Argonian's except for Draco, who is enslaved. The argonians sell him to an Imperial archaeologist who is using slaves to excavate an Ayelid ruin in Cyrodil on the border of Blackmarsh. During the excavation, Draco's chain gang break into a sealed chamber containing ancient vampires. His gang are slaughtered but he is able to destroy the vampires with mage-fire, becoming infected himself. He is left for dead in the ruin by his masters, but 3 days later he arises as a vampire and one night murders and drains his slave masters in their sleep. Pursued by hunters, he flees into Skyrim, where he hears the college of Winterhold may provide sanctuary to a being like him. he also hears rumors of a band of vampire hunters, the Dawnguard. His story begins when he takes refuge in a secret vampire lair in the mountains.