Has any of you played Skyrim?
I've been playing so long, It's starting to bore me.
If you have, please share your stories.

I've put special enchantments on my Daedric armor, and it is freaking awesome. I have a 100% destruction reduction, and that means I cast destruction spells for no magicka and my weapons never lose their enchantments. It is so fun to dominate enemies with that.

I'm never able to keep one character, I have Redguard who specifies in one-handed, a Nord based on William Wallace, a Dark-Elf Destruction Mage and a Nord Archer called Thornir.

lol, I just have one Imperial who specializes in one-handed. I do about 260 damage per hit with my Dragonbone sword. Still, I'm probably going to delete that save and start from scratch.

I refuse to let this forum die!
So, I gave up on the Imperial. F***ed a ton of stuff up to get some achievements. Totally worth it.

First off, I'd like to share one of my other friend's experience from Skyrim.
She happened to be fighting a dragon, when all of a sudden out of no where, a giant came and killed the dragon.
She followed the giant, and finally she stumbled upon a mammoth, which happened to be the giant's friend.
And from that day on, she knew giant's and mammoth's need friends, too, and that not all giant's want to bash your head in with a club.
Secondly, I just wanted to mention that I like to shout Skyrim guards off cliffs. :D

In the distance I could see the dragon as it barbequed a group of oxen and a farmhand who stupidly thought standing in front of his herd would save them. I unsheathed Frostfang and steeled myself. I felt my guts tense as my mind filled with the voice I let rip a mighty shout of Whirlwind Sprint that catapulted me forwards at blinding speeds, using the speed to add weight to my swing, I drove my axe into the hind quarters of the viscous beast, and satisfyingly heard a crackle of energy as the frost enchantment attached to the blade dealt a blast of concussive cold.

The monster reared in pain, immediately kicking off and taking flight to avoid the unexpected attack. The air around my left hand started to shimmer as I silently mouthed an incantation. An orb of fire burst into being and I hurled it at the retreating dragon's back, catching it on the wing where it exploded with a volcanic fury, forcing the dragon to come crashing painfully back to Earth.

The fight was far from over though, the beast reared its great head and unleashed the full fury of its voice, sending billowing plumes of fire towards me. I was barely able to incant a spell of resist fire before the flames completely overwhelmed me, I was not quick enough to resist all of the blast and sustained a horrible burn down the side of my arm.

The Dragon leveled its gaze at me and spoke in a deep guttural voice that was so powerful it felt like trying stand against a hurricane. "Dovahkiin! You cannot possibly defeat Alduin! It is pointless to even try! You can't even defeat me! He will eat your world and there is NOTHING you can do about it!". He sent another ferocious pillar of flame my way and i struggled to keep the integrity of my spell intact. the flames died away and not an instant to late as the pressure of keeping my fire ward active became too much and I staggered to one knee.
I had to end this quickly or else I was doomed, and so too the world.

"No dragon. You are wrong! He will die, and there is nothing YOU can do. Because you are already dead". All of my training, All of my discipline, was forgotten in an instant. I became an animal or pure instinct and rage. a howl built in my throat and roared into a deafening crescendo.

"FUS!! ROH!! DAH!!!". The unrestricted fury of the shout caught the dragon square in the chest. dropping it quicker than one of Grey-Mane's fabled whores. Still with a bestial roar echoing like the sound of shattered glass and rusted Dweomer gears, I leapt above the dragon's head and drove Frostfang through the middle of the beasts eyes with so much force that the surrounding ground shattered and cracked.

An unholy wail built up around the dragon's corpse and its skin turned to fire then into a bright shimmering light. The light shimmered around me and cocooned me in its warmth. I felt the Dragon's strength become my own and my mind expanded at the new knowledge that was granted to me. The bleached bones of my fallen foe stared up at me looking dull, ancient and dead. I grasped Frostfang by the haft and pulled it free of the now brittle Dragon skull, incanted a spell of healing to mend my burnt arm and turned back towards Whiterun.

So many adjectives! My brain shut down during the first paragraph

I remember that like it was yesterday, way to EPIC! ;)

Started playing again recently. I have Dawnguard, so I'm roaming around with a crossbow and my bear hat.

The Stormcloaks casually walked around their camp, ignorant to the stalker in the forest. As a twig snaps, three soldiers ready their weapons. "WHO'S THERE!?" shouts the leader. Before they could blink, three expertly fired arrows pierced their hearts, and they fell dead. As more guards gathered, the Wood Elf jumped from the trees and charged. With elegance and speed, the assassin dispatched the clumsy Nord rebels, who wielded two-handed warhammers. No one stood a chance at stopping this woman who caught them off guard. One by one, they either fell to the blade or to the slow, agonizing poison of the assassin's twin Daedric daggers.....

To be Continued....

A hottie who love to freak out on game? I think I like ;)

*takes object from his face*
"Well, well now that wasn't very nice... Then again I'm sorry for calling you a hottie I guess? Amber? beautiful name."

Originally posted by TDOR CharlesFoxKaysThe Stormcloaks casually walked around their camp, ignorant to the stalker in the forest. As a twig snaps, three soldiers ready their weapons. "WHO'S THERE!?" shouts the leader. Before they could blink, three expertly fired arrows pierced their hearts, and they fell dead. As more guards gathered, the Wood Elf jumped from the trees and charged. With elegance and speed, the assassin dispatched the clumsy Nord rebels, who wielded two-handed warhammers. No one stood a chance at stopping this woman who caught them off guard. One by one, they either fell to the blade or to the slow, agonizing poison of the assassin's twin Daedric daggers.....

To be Continued....

Please do continue.