Kohlar the Unkilled
Time for some ale
My most recent battle in the Rift prompted me to create this thread. Twas ludicrous.
I'm level 15, assigned to track down Florentius for the Dawnguard. Traveling with Ingjard and my attack dog not far outside Riften, we're attacked by three trolls. I tried to stand toe to toe with them and quickly, I died. The second time I attempted a more tactical approach, utilizing the crossbow while they approached. Yet once again, the battle turned for the worse. I was nearly dead, Ingjard was on her knees, and my dog had fled. I turned and ran. Trolls are easily outrun, and with all three chasing me, Ingard and the dog would get a chance to catch their breath and rejoin the battle. Seemed like a good plan, but then things got ridiculous. As if three trolls weren't enough, I nearly ran face first into a giant frostbite spider. I desperately circumnavigated the spider, attempting to heal myself as I ran, praying not to get poisoned. Then, I feel something bite me in the ass. I turn to find three skeevers lunging in near synchronicity. By now I'm thinking, "Oh by the holy hairy armpit of Stendarr, come ON!"
This story's ending is both happy and sad. Looking Death in the eye, I slaughter the skeevers, and resume my novice healing. The trolls were throwing haymakers at the giant spider, and two of the three perished in the scuffle, as did the spider. I ran past the remaining troll to rejoin my commrades. Together, we obliterated the final beast. My poor, faithful dog did not survive.
Now, feel free to discuss this, or your own Ludicrous Encounters.
I'm level 15, assigned to track down Florentius for the Dawnguard. Traveling with Ingjard and my attack dog not far outside Riften, we're attacked by three trolls. I tried to stand toe to toe with them and quickly, I died. The second time I attempted a more tactical approach, utilizing the crossbow while they approached. Yet once again, the battle turned for the worse. I was nearly dead, Ingjard was on her knees, and my dog had fled. I turned and ran. Trolls are easily outrun, and with all three chasing me, Ingard and the dog would get a chance to catch their breath and rejoin the battle. Seemed like a good plan, but then things got ridiculous. As if three trolls weren't enough, I nearly ran face first into a giant frostbite spider. I desperately circumnavigated the spider, attempting to heal myself as I ran, praying not to get poisoned. Then, I feel something bite me in the ass. I turn to find three skeevers lunging in near synchronicity. By now I'm thinking, "Oh by the holy hairy armpit of Stendarr, come ON!"
This story's ending is both happy and sad. Looking Death in the eye, I slaughter the skeevers, and resume my novice healing. The trolls were throwing haymakers at the giant spider, and two of the three perished in the scuffle, as did the spider. I ran past the remaining troll to rejoin my commrades. Together, we obliterated the final beast. My poor, faithful dog did not survive.
Now, feel free to discuss this, or your own Ludicrous Encounters.