On my first Skyrim playthrough I created a Nord named Frankirk. He was born to parents who treated him like a child up until 25, where he then went out into the real world. Parents kicked out Frankirk, after they disagreed with his dream of becoming a alteration magic expert. It all started when a mage visited his parents house and showed him a strange candlelight emitting above his head.... After being saved by the dragon, I was invited to stay at Alvors house, a nord who lived in Riverwood... of course I kept my magic close, very close, I made out i wanted to be a archer, as Alvor expressed hatred for magic. As soon as I arrived I thought this house was rather cozy, and it was much better than my camped night among the stars, where I was attacked by a wolf. I thought you know I could just stay here for a few days and he might not mind... I actually just spent 2 weeks (real time) just lounging around in his pad, cutting wood for Hod, and slowly learning Archery from Fuendal. In a funny turn of events Alvor turned to me and said I couldn't stay at his house? After the 2 week mark I was lounging around in my underpants. Yes I admit I had got rather lazy, I was enjoying the little aspects of the game like hunting wild animals and not venturing too far. My Nords uptodate story is I am now the Arch mage of Winterhold, level 60 in Alteration magic ( I stick to alteration spells only mixed in with a slither of illusion/alchemy and of course the base fire/sparks destruction) I am now one of the teachers of alteration magic, where I come in for masterclasses every now and again, a celebrity in the field of alteration..although I've just stumbled upon this strange black book that teleported me to another dimension.... I was asked to visit his shrine... So i visit the shrine and it now wants a sacrifice....someone i love dearly..... i've decided to sacrifice Feundal, my first teacher.. Anyone else have odd playstyles like mine? What happened?