Panzerjoust
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Orgnar sent some Hired Thugs because I stole something.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEE OMG my first run in with a Daedra lord, and it was friggin' terrifying! Not gonna spoil it for you, but I suddenly felt like I was in a HORROR game, rather than a fantasy one. The wows, they just keep coming!
I remember the execution at Solitude. It was a moment for me when I realized my place in video games, and my place in the world. Because until that moment, I always thought that in the generic 'potentially innocent man about to be executed' scene, I would always be the one to fly in and save the day. But Skyrim taught me that there are rules to life, rules that I cannot forsee the consequences of breaking. In this case, I wanted to be allowed back in Solitude, I wanted to remain living, and I didn't want to mess with what looked like a heavily scripted event. And so I let a man die for helping an innocent man escape, for doing the very thing I was afraid to. I felt horrible for it, but I learned a lot about myself in the process.