Your memorable nonquest/nonscripted stories

[SoulofChrysamere]

I was romping around the tundra west of Whiterun when suddenly, I hear a dragon overhead. I look up and surely enough, there's one of those big flying reptiles zipping through the skies. The problem though, was that it decided to engage me at the precise moment when I was a stone's throw from the well known giant camp of Bleakwind Basin. In addition to the two giants and three mammoths at the camp, there also happened to be another giant and his pair of mammoths not far off. A sabertooth tiger also decided to get in on the action.

 

The battle's not yet a minute old, and I've already got red dots spamming my heads up display from agitating the giants and mammoths while evading the dragon's attacks. Fortunately for me, everyone barring the sabertooth figured that the dragon was more of a danger than me and proceeded to pound it whenever it landed on the ground. I almost got ended by the cat, but I used my emergency escape paralysis poison and gave it a whack so I could run off and heal.

 

Not long thereafter, I help one of the mammoths finish off the dragon with a steady stream of arrows. Then, I have a little Mexican standoff with a mammoth trio while waiting for my character to finish absorbing the dragon's soul. Once that was done, I decided that since the mammoths and giants around there already hate me, I might as well put them to use. Enter the "Battle of Silent Moons Camp".

 

I led the three remaining mammoths and one of their giant caretakers to Silent Moons where I dashed up the steps into the forge and lured out everyone in there. After getting them all back outside and down the stairs, I first ran off to the side and then retreated into the forge myself to watch the slaughter. The two-bit bandits predictably didn't last two seconds against a three-mammoth and one-giant strike team, but one of them managed to wedge himself into a small alcove where the mammoths couldn't reach him. While everyone was fixated on that poor brigand, I took the opportunity to whittle down one of the mammoths' health. Eventually the giant managed to get in a good club smash on the bandit, leaving just little old me to finish cleaning up.

 

Glad that I had gone on a handsome arrow foraging spree earlier (I refuse to pay for arrows at all in Skyrim.), I went on to fell the giant and his three hairy elephants with a combination of magic and archery. When all was said and done, I emerged from the whole higgledy-piggledy with three dragon scales, three dragon bones, three mammoth tusks and snouts, and other good assorted loot from the giant and the dead bandits.

 

Before eliminating them all, I thought about letting them wipe out the exterior enemies next door at Halted Stream Camp too, but I decided not to push my luck any further. After all, there would be more mammoths (and possibly even another dragon) whose assistance I could enlist.

[Relativelybest]

Early on in one of my newer plays, my semi-feral barbarian catgirl needed to get to Dawnstar, so she approached the carriage driver in Whiterun. Unfortunately, I had just spent all my meager funds on stuff in town.

 

Me: "I need to go to Dawnstar."

Driver: "I don't do charity. Come back when you have money."

Me: "Dammit... Okay, just wait right here. I'll be back in like five minutes."

 

Then my character sprinted off in the general direction of Bleakwind Basin....

...And about five minutes later my character came sprinting back.

 

Me: Here's your money! Now move! We need to go right the hell now!

Driver: Um... What's the rush?"

Me: "Just go!"

Edited August 8, 2012 by Relativelybest

[Obliviongamer91]

Maybe you've already seen Lucky, not far away from Valtheim Keep. Seems like he got hit by a falling tree in his barn while he was...

Let's just say he had a copy of the Lusty Argonian Maid and a skill book for one-handed right next to him. Go figure.

 

 

 

For the very slow: I think he was masturbating. Unlucky bastard.

 

 

[Cthuloot]

Khajiit in Soltiude. I see hawks and instant thought is to kill. I shoot them down and one come falling down right in front of a guy. They guy says "Be careful with that!" as a women walks by and simply says "Oh my" and keeps walking. I then take the corpses (There was 3 of them) and leave them in a nice pile in front of somebodies door (Like a true kitty would! Khajiit thinks they will like them, no?) I then hang around waiting for the people to come out, sure enough one of them does looks down and says "Who did this?"

 

Absolutely brilliant.

[Relativelybest]

My archer went to Windhelm last night, apparently for the first time, because I got to see that little scene with the nords harassing the dunmer. Feeling a bit annoyed, my character drew her bow and aimed an arrow directly at the guy's head. I didn't actually intent to shoot him, but I took comfort in the fact that I could. Then...

 

"Hey! Wey're reforming the Dawnguard! Want to join?"

 

My character automatically turned to face the Dawnguard recruiter, and at the same time automatically let go of the arrow. It whistled right passed the bigot's head, and it was pure luck nobody got hit. :whistling:

Edited December 5, 2012 by Relativelybest

[CasperTheLich]

This goes back a while.

 

I had a nord who liked sneaking with knives, who would also use a 2 handed spear in combat otherwise.

She was doing the stormcloak questline. It was the mission where you need to sneak into the fort’s prison and free the prisoners within.

I left my follower at camp for this mission knowing it would be easier without Lidia, moved stealthy into position with one imperial legionnaire between me and the hidden entrance I’m aiming for. After I gave him a rather close shave without being noticed I proceeded to the entrance… before I got there a blackwing dragon, an aspect of alduin, and a magma dragon attacked the fort. All I could manage to say was “Are You F**king Kidding Me!” as the *you have failed to infiltrate the prison* notice popped up.

And the 3 dragons owned both the legionaries & the stormcloaks, then I owned their souls.

[AnimeOtaku102]

This just happened to me the other day, but as I was headed toward the Winterhold College I heard a dragon swooping about nearby, spotted it flitting about the mountains and chased after it when it landed somewhere over the ridge; I figured it was just attacking some random animal as they were prone do doing, then I started hearing lightning bolts and the clash of steel, so I figured maybe it was a group of bandits or something. Crested the ridge, looked down at the fields, and realized the dragon landed in the middle of a five-way battle between bandits, Stormcloaks, Imperials, vampires, and a trio of trolls.

 

That was the first and last time I ever saw so much carnage that wasn't initiated by me.

[Tundrastrider]

I had an interesting time down in the Reach recently.

 

I was chatting to a couple of farmers on the road whose farm had been destroyed by dragons. I could see a Thalmor patrol coming down the road behind them, so I gave them some money and said my goodbyes, intending to let them get clear before playing 'Axe-Tag' with the Thalmor. The last thing the farmer said to me was to advise me to keep watching the skies.

 

I didn't realise at the time that he meant to add '...because there's a blood dragon right over your head'.

 

It roared. I nearly soiled my armour. Erik was not happy. The farmers ran off screaming. The Thalmor decided that elven superiority extends to dovah, too. Wacky fun ensued as the dragon landed next to the Thalmor and attempted to dry roast the mage. She blocked the flames with a ward while her two companions got stuck in with swords. Unfortunately my view of procedings was momentarily obscured by a large boulder, so the next thing I know there's a scream and a Thalmor soldier goes flying across the road and over a cliff. This entertaining spectacle is followed by a roar and the sight of a burning elf staggering into the middle of the road and dropping dead.

 

By the time I get in a position to tackle the dragon both it and the Thalmor mage are in pretty bad shape. Erik then procedes to run up and *censored* the dragon on the head with a hammer, causing it to expire.

 

I put away my axe, somewhat disappointed, while Erik stands there looking thoroughly pleased with himself. I go to initiate the usual happy banter with the remaining Thalmor when 'thwip'; she takes an arrow in the face and drops dead. I, somewhat alarmed at this new development, whirl round just in time to see a Forsworn archer perched oon a rock up the hill, lining up a shot to put me down next to the elf. I dodge, the arrow narrowly missing me, and return fire. I get treated to an excellent kill-cam of my character loosing a steel arrow which flies to the Forsworn, piercing her through the neck and plucking her off of her vantage point.

 

 

Also rather memorable was watching my wife's character, her follower and her pet dragon fighting an Elder Dragon, several Draugar (that's the plural of Draugr, dontcherknow) and a frost troll on a snowy mountain top, at night, in a thunderstorm.

 

Then there was the day I gave Erik some staves to hold for me...between my firebolts, my flame atronach, Erik's staff-summoned flame atronach and his dual-wielding staves of fireballs I don't think the next dragon we met knew what hit it. The flak we put up was truly murderous and it was quickly shot down.

Edited December 9, 2012 by Tundrastrider

[mightymuffin007]

This was from my first save game, which is sadly now corrupted. I had gotten to the point of "god-mode," where everything just fell before me. There wasn't a challenge for me left, and I hadn't even finished the game. At that point, I had too much in my bags, too much junk in my trunks (at the houses...), and it needed to go. So I went on a selling spree. I stripped myself of all clothes so I could just pack my bags full of stuff I wanted to sell, and I started roaming every shop-keep in Skyrim that would accept my goods. I would fast-travel to every city, and by the time I got back to the first city, it would be close to respawn time, so I would just sleep and start all over. There were several comments about "put some clothes on," but that wasn't the best part.

 

On one of the trips, I was just about to leave the College of Winterhold. I had nothing on me - no armor, no weapons, nothing. All I had was my spells, a few potions I couldn't sell, and other junk. I walked outside into the central area of the College, when a dragon drops down in front of me. At first, I think nothing of it...until I realize I don't have my gear. I paused the game to see if I had anything. Of course not, I sold it all to the blacksmith in Windhelm.

 

So I tabbed out, with some magic spells on my hands and went to check out the target. As I get back into the game, I look at the dragon's name...

 

I swear, to this day I saw "Dremora Dragon."

 

Now I knew about Ancient Dragons, but Dremora Dragons? I nearly dirtied my undies at my predicament. Had I found the next level of Dragons beyond Ancient? What evil could have created Dremora Dragons?! By the time I could respond to this fearsome foe, the dragon grabbed me with his teeth, and flung me out into the Sea of Ghosts. When I respawned, it was a Blood Dragon instead, which was easier to defeat...but I will never forget the horror of the Dremora Dragon. (NOTE: I think what happened what was that the ArchMage had summoned a Dremora right as I was looking at the dragon. So as I read Dremora, my reticle moved to the dragon, and I just didn't notice the name had changed.)

 

On another note - dragons seem to love attacking the College. Every time I went there on my trips, another dragon attacked and I had another adventure with various pieces of gear. It provided a unique challenge being naked and having to think how to kill a dragon...with the help of very powerful mages in the courtyard.

[Brutii]

I was at one of the world walls (I've forgotten which, I just make rounds of them for dragon bones might have been ancients ascent... it was snowy. Does that help?) and I decided to try to sneak attack it, as I snuck along the edge of the mountain I screwed up big style and fell off... landing on top of the dragon. Laughably, it didn't detect me, and I walked back and forth on it's back for about 30 seconds before it detected me. It took off, with me still on it's back, flew forwards a while before turned and I got catapulted off it's back. I flew a massive distance, miles (with lots of lag, the loading didn't seem to keep up, I guess thats to be expected), before smacking into whiterun, falling twenty feet and landing, unharmed, in front of a guard. I expected some kind of amazed comment, instead I got a simple 'No Lollygaggin' Edited January 2, 2013 by Brutii