Affronted by a highwayman. Learning and mastering archery. Deceived by a haughty high-elf. Escaped from a jail. Mistaking a feral skeever for a harmless squirrel. Murdered a King. Didn’t escape from jail. Talked to a dragon. All these I have done in many lifetimes as characters in Skyrim.
I started as Amara, my wood-elf ranger. I just wanted to do good in this world, and didn’t want to hurt anybody. (Anyone started their first free-will RPG this way?) Then life happened, and I started learning to survive. But upon my destiny of saving the world as a Dragonborn, I hesitated. It would mean actually aligning myself with something.
I escaped to another lifetime. First as a kind of rogue warrior. I took every quest Amara was too good to take. Every blow from my sword, was, to use my brother’s word, a revenge. But I still didn’t want to associate myself to anything. I was just living for myself. I stopped playing after a short while.
By a stroke of inspiration, I decided to become a thief. A dark elf by the name of Nerith. Oh, how I had fun being a member of the honourable Thief Guild. Meeting a thief on the road means seeing a friend. Everybody in the Guild calls me their Sister in Crime, music to my ears. I brought the Guild back to its former glory, Lady Luck on my side. It was most rewarding in a bunch of ways.
The Thief path done, I became a Khajiit assasin. Silent as blood, my dagger a hand of Dark fate. I experienced racism, being called names at all times. Everyday I hear my friends boast their murder tales. Then I tried becoming a mage. Let’s just say it didn’t last long.
But I was always Amara. Always has been, and always will be. I went back to being her, taking with me those other life experiences. I became bold in slaying the evil. Even surer as I protect the good. I (re)joined the Thief Guild, for the great ol’ fun and good ol’ gold. I bought 2 houses, one by hoodwinking the corrupt Jarl. I haven’t fulfilled my destiny as Dragonborn, saving the last quest for, well, last. I still do whatever I want, whenever I want.
Stunning graphics, great BGM, seamless world navigation and leveling up system, and moral testing quests – these should be enough to get you into Skyrim, where dragons reappear after hundreds of years, and fulfill your destiny as Dragonborn.
I escaped to another lifetime. First as a kind of rogue warrior. I took every quest Amara was too good to take. Every blow from my sword, was, to use my brother’s word, a revenge. But I still didn’t want to associate myself to anything. I was just living for myself. I stopped playing after a short while.
By a stroke of inspiration, I decided to become a thief. A dark elf by the name of Nerith. Oh, how I had fun being a member of the honourable Thief Guild. Meeting a thief on the road means seeing a friend. Everybody in the Guild calls me their Sister in Crime, music to my ears. I brought the Guild back to its former glory, Lady Luck on my side. It was most rewarding in a bunch of ways.
The Thief path done, I became a Khajiit assasin. Silent as blood, my dagger a hand of Dark fate. I experienced racism, being called names at all times. Everyday I hear my friends boast their murder tales. Then I tried becoming a mage. Let’s just say it didn’t last long.
But I was always Amara. Always has been, and always will be. I went back to being her, taking with me those other life experiences. I became bold in slaying the evil. Even surer as I protect the good. I (re)joined the Thief Guild, for the great ol’ fun and good ol’ gold. I bought 2 houses, one by hoodwinking the corrupt Jarl. I haven’t fulfilled my destiny as Dragonborn, saving the last quest for, well, last. I still do whatever I want, whenever I want.
Stunning graphics, great BGM, seamless world navigation and leveling up system, and moral testing quests – these should be enough to get you into Skyrim, where dragons reappear after hundreds of years, and fulfill your destiny as Dragonborn.