Saw this forum and knew I had to share this story.
My WOW story involves possibly the most insane battle I ever experienced in any game. As always I tend to play any game on hardest settings so that I feel a sense of accomplishment when I finish the game. I've researched on how others played Skyrim on Master while building up their smithing/enchanting or whatever skill to make master somewhat unbalanced. I decided to forgo this idea and go at it from beginning to end on Master and improving my skills based on what would be needed to survive. With Smithing up there I was finally able to craft my dragon armor around level 20 but to obtain the mats I had to go dragon hunting.
It was during the main quest-line where you venture out to the lost Blades Temple, I tend to forget names but I'm sure those whom played remember this place well. It's where you learn of Dragonrend on the ancient carvings. I decided to make the journey there with the company of Delphine and her fireball spewing friend Esbern. As we ventured out into the wilds, I could see the marker on my map indicating that I was close to the temple. Being on master, I save every 2 minutes. Just about to cross the river and hike just above the small hill to sack the small encampment of Forsworn and as if death be waiting, a dragon appears. But not just any dragon, but an ancient dragon. I ready my shield and embrace for the swooping flames, instantly I turn into ash. Reload and go at it again. The battle itself turns itself into a 3 hour frenzy as I do everything in my power to evade the 1-hit flame attack. The forsworn are in a frenzy, sending everything they have at the Ancient. Nothing phases it. Spells and Arrows litter the sky and flame engulfs everything and everyone. The Ancient one finds me, I dodge his attack. Feeling proud of myself, I instantly begin to time his attacks to find an opening when I could attack. Oh and my Nord is skilled in Heavy Armor and shield and board. I played somewhat a paladin, using healing rather then alchemy to keep me and my friends alive. Drunk off of fire-resist potions and buffs, I finally manage to survive his flame attack. Before I could even pull out my heal fast spell, he swoops down again and attacks. It was then I realized these ancients ones have faster cooldowns then their weaker brothers. Another reload and the battle begins. This time I stand back and let the forsworn handle the dragon, and they die within minutes. Failed to block his attack and another reload. Having to take a break, I come back an hour later mentally preparing myself for this fight. I refuse to tune down the difficulty or rely on internet guides to aid me in killing this dragon. I must do this, I have too. I load up the fight and embrace for hell. Life is funny you know. I defend myself against his flame, healing myself like an addict. My healing has probably capped from all the healing in this fight alone. It was then another dragon comes in and turns the fight into pure chaos. Now I'm defending myself from both flanks, keeping an eye out for the ancient one while a blood dragon swoops down and keeps Delphine and Esbern busy. After what seemed like forever, I finally managed to cut down the ancient one and turn my shield towards the other dragon. Forsworn bodies floating in the river and the skeletal remains of 2 dragons. This was my epic moment. Thank you Bethesda for giving me that.
Specially after I clocked in 2 years in Morrowind only to have the last boss fall into the lava and die on me.
