Those "What have I done?" Moments

[sinnerman69]

Yesterday I did the quest for Largashbur orc stronghold and put the non Daedric warhammer or axe on the alter at Largashbur and didn't know that the Volendrung warhammer appeared after you did that quest and thought dawnguard bugged up the quest, went back today and Volendrung warhammer was laying on the ground beside the alter :thumbsup: Edited September 8, 2012 by sinnerman69

[ThomasBlaine]

In the Companions quest-line, the first time you storm a Silver Hand settlement on Aela´s command. Wanting to test out the new werewolf form, I cleared it completely without transforming back once, and they didn't stand a chance. Interestingly, the need to stay in form pretty much simulated actual blood rush.

 

When I became myself again and started gathering loot, it struck me just how much destruction and pain I'd wrought on comparatively helpless people for no better reason than because I was asked to.

 

Following the trail of enemies I'd killed without a second thought, almost without paying attention, all the way up to the entrance was surreal. What a mess! Bodies everywhere, in corners and over tables where I'd thrown them in rage, the floor littered with weapons and general goods knocked about in the struggle.

 

I didn't remember half the kills.

 

Then and there, I decided to only ever transform if there was no other option for survival AT ALL.

 

It was a beautiful moment.

Edited September 10, 2012 by ThomasBlaine

[Deleted3507349User]

Aloysius, an argonian character of mine had a similar "episode". He watched a bandit kill his horse (that he'd carefully protected and watched over for at least 20 levelups) while he was too far away to prevent it. He went on a mad werewolf spree that took him almost all the way across Skyrim and filled out half the werewolf perk tree.

 

We prefer not to discuss it.

[LordSarcasm]

I don't really have a single play style in Skyrim, so I have no really moral obligation to anything in the game. If I murder an innocent with magic, fine, if I sneak through a dungeon of falmer backstabbing them all on site, fine. If I go on a bounty hunt for a dragon who burned a farmer's livelihood to the ground, fine. If i want to join every guild in the game just because I can, fine. My only real standing motive in the game is my quest for power without having to be annoyed by guards who say I have to pay a fine. Even so, there are still a couple of things that bug my moral side.

 

Most of the Daedric Quests are pretty, well, morally iffy at best, and absolute massacres at worst. Boethia, Molag Bal, Namira, Hircine, Vaermina... they all involve killing someone who doesn't deserve to die, sometimes multiple people. Except Meridia. I was confused at first when I saw all the desecrated corpses and black ghosts thinking that was somehow Meridia's fault. It wasn't until afterward on another play through that I payed attention to who I was actually fighting. Also, a lot of people on the thread are mentioning Boethia, but I think the worst one is the ebony blade. You don't know what you're getting yourself into at first, just that there might be a powerful weapon the Jarl doesn't want you to have. Then you find out you have to kill no short of a dozen of your own friends! They had good reason to hide it in a locked room deep in the basement! Personally, had I been the Jarl I would have ordered it thrown into the deepest recesses of blackreach or the sea of ghosts.

 

But, my absolute greatest regret in game ever was killing Paarthurnax. The blades turned out to be truly blood thirsty after all. I usually treat dragons a just big game, but Paarthurnax is like Dragon-Yoda! He was different. He didn't try to kill me the moment he saw me, I could have an honest to goodness conversation with him. Anyway, so I kill Paarthurnax out of curiosity. The "what have i done" moment came when i realized that i absorbed his soul, the soul of my own mentor who had never done anything to me. Just to add salt to the wound when i opened the map to fast travel the hell out of the there, the disintigrating, glowing corpse of the former dragon-yoda was so spectacular that I could see it on the map! I don't even bother to return to the graybeards because I couldn't bare to show my face to them again. So I returned to the Blades where i found out that Delphine herself didn't really give much of a s***. It was just like it had been expected of me. So I went werewolf and tried to kill her and Esbern, only to find out they were essential. Finally, and I do mean truly finally, i went back to the throat of the world to join my Argonian parents in whatever afterlife they might be in, maybe even return to Sovngarde. I whirlwind sprinted off the summit and saved the game in mid fall.

 

My second biggest moment was when I discovered that I was supposed to kill the emperor, despite being a devoted legionairre (this is the same playthrough as the first mind you). I found myself annoyed with Nords in general who had no respect for my reptilian heritage or my magic even after I freaking saved the world! So I joined the legion after the main quest and defeated had defeated Ulfric by the time I joined the Dark Brotherhood. So, eventually I walk into the castle with the general himself whom I had fought for in the room, knowing full well who i really was and not some master chef, and assassinate the emperors decoy right in front of him. Well, the legion didn't turn on me (oddly enough, one of the biggest plot holes in the game I think), but it was to late to quit, so I ended having to kill the emperor whom I had sworn my allegiance to anyway.

 

Another one, I don't even remember the where or the who, but in one bandit fort you find a man who believes his wife was kidnapped by bandits, only for you to find out that his wife is the leader of said bandits. I had already made up my mind to never again as easily change my mind as I had with the quest with Saadia, so I killed her for putting her husband through the living hell of worry and guilt that he was in. Upon returnig to her husband, I told him the truth, she was the leader of said bandits, then I found myself killing the man in self defense.

 

On a lighter note, the bard's college. It was so pointlessly lame that I never forgave myself for playing through the whole thing, twice! And now, a moment of silence in remembrance of the lost hour of play time that could have been devoted to literally anything else!

 

As for the forsworn I feel no sympathy toward them. Anybody who consorts with those hagraven abominations deserves to die.

Edited September 14, 2012 by LordSarcasm

[Dudeman325]

One moment that really got to me was the group of treasure hunters in the Rift. Nearby is a camp with a note talking about buried treasure. Two treasure hunters were next to it, relaxing after a hard day digging, when suddenly two arrows fly from the bushes, slaying them. I make my way to the chest and open it, expecting goodies, only to find a handful of gold (less than 20).

 

Then it hits me. I murdered these people in cold blood, purely out of greed, and I had absolutely no problem doing so until I found out the payout was minimal.

[justwannaddl]

I never really had a "What have I done?" moment in Skyrim myself. I did have many "What have I gotten myself into?" moments in Markarth though. In retrospect, if anyplace deserves Malog Bal, it is that cursed city. If only it was possible to burn that city of murderers, devil worshipers and cannibals to the ground. Lord knows I tried.

[Gafgar Adolis]

I never really had a "What have I done?" moment in Skyrim myself. I did have many "What have I gotten myself into?" moments in Markarth though. In retrospect, if anyplace deserves Malog Bal, it is that cursed city. If only it was possible to burn that city of murderers, devil worshipers and cannibals to the ground. Lord knows I tried.

 

I installed a "kill essential NPCs" mod, rolled up a bearded High Elf, and roleplayed Dumac Dwarfking reclaiming Markarth for the Dwemer. Was hilarious.

[AnkhAscendant]

I never really had a "What have I done?" moment in Skyrim myself. I did have many "What have I gotten myself into?" moments in Markarth though. In retrospect, if anyplace deserves Malog Bal, it is that cursed city. If only it was possible to burn that city of murderers, devil worshipers and cannibals to the ground. Lord knows I tried.

 

I installed a "kill essential NPCs" mod, rolled up a bearded High Elf, and roleplayed Dumac Dwarfking reclaiming Markarth for the Dwemer. Was hilarious.

 

That sounds awesome. XD Hard o play the rest of the game that way, but for that one city... awesome.

 

_{..says the murderous Daedra-worshipping cannibal (and vampire) Dovahkiin :P}

[jimsippo]

I was helping a Nord, Golldir get rid of an evil necromancer from his ancestral tomb when about half way through I looted a container without thinking. Golldir was quite offended and reminded me that those items belong to his ancestors. It was quite a funny sight the all powerful Archmage of the college of Winterhold sheepishly putting a few trinkets back in a burial urn. My character is a Dunmer too so I felt doubly guilty for disrespecting someone else's ancestors by robbing their tombs all these times.

[Scorch621]

In hearthfire I hired a bard, Sonir...she doesnt sing to well so just to keep her quiet(and mainly for a sadistic giggle) I shot an arrow at her and she of course...died, unfortunately my characters daughter ran into the room and just plainly asked, "what happened?"

what was funny was that as soon as the bard died and stopped singing, Faendal my steward and Lydia just started clapping :D