My story begins like most single young males story's; the unending quest to get laid. To be specific I was getting wasted in a pub on cheap meed, trying to forgot about my horse that lept off a water fall. As I finished yelling the third verse of Chumbawamba's tub thumping at the bar maid, a dark yellow clad priest walked into the bar, yelling something about how everyone in the bar was going to burn in Oblivion. I was interested, so I struck up a conversation with the old bastard. In the process of talking, I discovered he was a priest for the goddess Mara, Skyrim had the world's most easy marriage policy, and he could get me married for 250 gold and having to wear a tacky amulet everywhere. I said hell yes, it seemed it was easy enough. After putting the amulet on, I figured out the I had no one interested in going back to my pimp ass mansion; at least in Riftin. So I put a random city on my map, Solitude to be exact, warped over to Dawn-star and hit the road. After about 10 minutes of walking, and burning through a few rabbit legs for dinner, I found my most hated foe; dragons. I fought hard and almost had this fire breathing dragon slayed, costing me most of potions though. However, as I was about to launch the killing blow, a second dragon came out of no where and stared tearing shit up. After screaming to Talos about my bad luck, I killed dragon number one. quick saved, and murdered the hell out of the Ice Dragon. Having no potions, I relied totally on my healing magic and enchanted mace,and sheer luck, to kill the Ice Dragon. Now, having no mana or health potions I was pretty far up the creek; plus I lost my best weapon. Exasperated, I walked all the way back to Dawn Star for potions and soul gems. After walking into Dawnstar, I figured I should use my ingots and set to work making some new armor.; this took over my need to get to Solitude though. Damn OCD!