Tell me a Skyrim Story

[Mediteral]

This topic isn't about wether or not you like skyrim or if it's as good as others, i just want to hear a story of say, single session of Skyrim. Anything interesting happen to you? tell me a story. I have one:

It all started with a night of drinking. I met this mage in the Whiterun Tavern who said he would give me some staff if he beat me in a drinking contest. Of course I said 'yes'; I didn't care about the staff, i just wanted to prove i could out-drink him. Well after a few big tankards of mead, my head was swimming and everything he said sounded like a good idea, especially the part where he said he knew a place where a wine flows like a waterfall and he invited me to come along. "No problemsh" I slurred and we went on our merry way.

The next morning, I woke up with one hell of a hangover on the cold floor of some church I didn't recognize with an old prietess angrily yelling at me, "Wake up you drunken blashpemer!" Apparently the night before, while ranting about goats and marriages, I had lost my temper and trashed the place and she wanted me to clean it up. I just paid her some gold instead and learned that the mage had bailed on me, taking my staff with him and that I was talking about Rorikstead or something.

I just stumbled out of the church to discover that i had somehow managed to wander miles to the west to the city of Markarth (I love it's design). With a pounding head, I was set to make my way over the mountains when suddenly, some woman gets stabbed by a redguard in broad daylight and everyone starts shouting about the 'forsworn'. Just like that, I had become involved in a conspiracy and after seeing the obvious injustice in the city, I just had to help; that mage could wait.

Well, it didn't take much snooping around before I learned that all this was tied to the former King, who was apparently leading the Forsworn rebellion. I then had to fight for my life a few times and just when I thought I had the answers, suddenly I'm thrown in Cidnha Mine, a prison where it's occupants are forced to mine silver ore. "I just wanted a drink and now i'm in prison..." I muttered as I frustatingly hacked away at a vein of silver ore.

However, I couldn't stay there forever, I had better things to do; dragons to punch, bunnies to zombify, houses to decorate... So punched an orc a few times and got to meet the King in Rags. He said he could get me out so I shivved a dude to get his loyalty and we prisoners, or Forsworn as they called themselves, escaped through secret Dwemer ruins. We killed some spiders, fought some crazy machines i had never seen before and before I new it, I was back on the city streets and a full riot had broken out between the Forsworn the corrupt guards. I found the man responsible for putting me in jail and killed him, zombified him, then killed him again. I then bailed the scene during the commotion.

Now i was wandering about, lost in the mountainside and the only thought running through my head was "When i find that bastard mage, I'm gonna get my staff, then I'm gonna dice him up with these bitchin' Forsworn swords I picked up."

And that's my story.

 

[Riddle78]

I was in the Bannered Mare. I had a hundred pounds of firewood to sell to the barkeep. On my way out,a man at a table asked if I wanted to share a few drinks with him. A drinking contest,with a staff as the prize. So,I said,being the greedy moneymaker I am, "Self? Will this staff be worth being shit-faced drunk? Hell,yes! Staves are expensive!" So I drink. And drink. And drink. Then I pass out. I wake up in a chapel,with a priestess shouting at me,and she demands me to clean up the chapel.

I do so,I apologize,and ask where my friend,Sam went. I was pointed to Rorikstead. I leave town,and nearly fell off the porch to a rocky death below. I walk down into town,and see a woman get ganked in the marketplace. I reduce the ganker to julienned fries. Then,a man hands me a letter,telling me to meet him at the shrine to Talos. I went "Meh",and continued on my merry way to Rorikstead. Then I happened along a mine. Some miners were complaining that a group of loonies known as "Forsworn" annexed their mine. I went into the mine,and discovered that it wasn't the mine everyone was standing in front of. So,I go down the road,and find another mine,with a bunch of loincloth,bone sword wielding loonies were camped out in front of.

They attacked me on sight. So,I chop them up with my Elven swords,and walk into the mine. Stabbing the loonies with Elven daggers,throwing my voice to the other end of the mine,and,when things got confrontational,pelting them with fireballs and chopping them up with swords. By the end,I find what I can assume to be the head loony. He didn't have a heart. Literaly. I chop him up,mine all the gold in the mine,and continue to Rorikstead.

I arrive at Rorikstead without incident,and a farmer apparently thinks I galivanted off with his favourite goat,and sold it to a giant. He demanded I go and get it back. Me,being the very irate Bosmer throatslitter I am,threatened him to tell me where my friend went. He said he never heard of Sam,but said I had a letter which said I needed to pay off a Whiterun merchant.

I arrive at Whiterun,and meet with Ysolda,and,once again,threaten her into telling me where my friend went. She pointed me to a nearby fort,where,apparently,I was going to get married at. Confused,I went there,and found a small army of rogue mages. Ganking them all,I approach the central chamber's dias,and a portal appeared on it. After dealing with a particularly annoying fire mage,I enter the portal.

Inside,I find myself in a misty grove. I follow the path,and finally meet my friend,Sam,standing at the head of a banquet table,populated by rich foods,and common folk. Sam is delighted to see me,and I hand him the things needed to fix the staff,which got broken (apparently) last night. Then,puzzlingly,Sam says those things won't be required. In a flash of light,he transformed!

He looked Daedric. "Wonderful..." I say to myself. "Now I'm going to have to fight this thing!" Then he goes on to say that he's Sanguine,the Daedric Prince of Debauchery. My heart sank. I'd never be able to defeat a Daedric Prince. He then went on to give me a staff,in the shape of a rose,and said that it was a good night,and sent me back to the Bannered Mare. I examined my new staff,and discovered that it can summon a Dremora. Nice staff.

And then I went roaming around the countryside,purging caves and ruins of their inhabitants.

THE END!

 

[Daryn Kenneh]

though i would go take a piss outside a bar, dragon got offended. ate me. -_-

 

[imnot]

Theres a huge 100ft waterfall with rapids at the top on the road from whiterun to Riften.

OF COURSE I SWAM DOWN IT
To my death...

 

[imnot]

Double post

 

[Sarpedon]

I once travelled from the Orc stronghold Dushnik Yal to the village of Karthwasten, to give an orc woman a sword from her sad mother. When I reached my destination, it was in the wee hours of the morning and the inhabitants of Karthwasten were asleep in their beds. Not willing to let this deter me from my mission, I looked around, and then crouched next to the door of the Miner's barracks to pick open the lock. Oddly enough, I was detected. Having seen no one around before hand, I turned around, confused, and was greeted with the sight of a dragon blasting my follower with fire.

"Oh, shit!" I yelled, and drew my axe. The dragon circled the town from the sky several times, and I followed it as it did so. Suddenly, the dragon crashed to the ground, and in the sky behind it, I glimped yet ANOTHER dragon. I was level 22 at the time, and yet I'd NEVER encountered a dragon outside of a quest, so imagine my surprise to see two attacking the same village! Before I could start to chop on the dragon on the ground, it began to disintegrate, and I realized it was dead, killed by its fellow dragon! Thus began a battle with the other dragon, which lasted a good ten minutes and including the eating of at least one town guard.

 

[Instant K4rma]

On my mage character, I killed the first dragon outside of Whiterun. Out of curiosity, I cast the Raise Zombie spell on the skeletal remains. This, for some reason, sent the remains airborne. Seriously, it looked like the dragon was shot out of a cannon when my spell made contact with the corpse. The enormous skeleton continued its final flight until eventually landing on a Whiterun guardsman, effectively crushing and killing him.

Needless to say, I was thoroughly amused.

 

[Rednog]

There once was a guard in Whiterun who decided to hire thugs to teach the cunning and handsome thief Rednog a lesson. Rednog killed the thugs in their sleep and found the poor gaurd's contract. One morning the townsfolk of Whiterun found all the guards of the town naked with their throats slit.

 

[Arawn]

One guard tries to kill you so you killed them all? How petty.

 

[Eggsnham]

I once decided that it would be a good idea to use my dragon shouts in the middle of Whiterun.

I didn't even have a chance. So many guards. So many arrows, I had to fight in the shade whilst making 300 references.

 

[mada7]

Hmmm skyrim story ok. I walked up a mountain with no enemies on it then talked to some guys in a fortress where they told me how to shout at things, I walked down the mountain to the nearest village, fast travelled to some other remote village, walked to some underground ruins, killed 10 or so skeletons, talked to a woman that took something I was supposed to get from the underground ruins before I got there then walked for around 20 minutes to the area she told me to go to to fight a dragon that I killed by mashing the attack button until it fell over. I finished by trying to figure out with my equally bored friend why everyone else seems to find this game fun

 

[Rednog]

One guard tries to kill you so you killed them all? How petty.

Considering that it is an unfair mechanic in the game because
1) I've never been caught stealing, yet the guard somehow magically knows
2) You can never confront the guard who put out the hit on you because they're all just general guards.
3) The thugs keep coming over and over and will pretty much spawn anytime you're on the roads and instant see you stealth or not.
4) The thugs always out gear you. Last batch I faced were decked out in the reinforced steel gear and were wielding elvish and dwarf weapons while I'm using leather armor and orc daggers. So not only am I hilariously outgeared, but I'm also out numbered and outmatched. I pretty much have to just reload the game every time I see them, hell I can't even spam health potions while fighting them because 2 guys hit me to like half health and the third does an instant finisher.

So forgive me if I'm somehow pissed at the NPCS because Bethesda implemented a horrendously unfair and bullshit mechanic against character builds they know won't be able to survive.

 

[scorptatious]

Well damn OP. I was going to talk about the same thing you talked about.

Lesson learned: Never accept drinking challenges from random strangers. Crazy shit will happen.

Well after that I was on my way towards that one dungeon that had a horn that was required to pass the final test the Greybeards have given me.

Along the way, I found myself in a nearby bandit camp. I took care of the bandits and decided to loot them. And then I heard a dragon flying overhead. So I quickly ran inside the nearby temple in order to get away from it.

I found myself within a temple filled with ghosts who attacked me. While doing so, they kept telling me that they were sorry and they didn't want to do this. Later on in the temple, I saw a treasure chest and a th'um wall that will teach me a new shout. As I walked over there, I fell through a trap door and ended up in a cage. Which was filled with dead bodies. Outside the cage was a necromancer who apparently lures adventurers in with treasure and traps them so he can use them for his experiments.

Unfortunately for him, it didn't cross his mind to lock the door to the cage I was in. So when he had his back turned, I opened the cage and proceeded to bash his skull in. Dummy.

After that I left the temple and fought the dragon that was outside. Taking advantage of a column in front of the entrance to the temple. The dragon couldn't follow me as the area I was in would be too small for him to walk into. I took him down, absorbed his soul, and continued on my merry way to get that horn.

 

[NickCaligo42]

Well...

One time I was wandering through the frozen lands near Duskglow Crevice. I had just slain that Talos-be-damned dragon that was roosting on Shearpoint, and was heading north to Dawnstar to claim my bounty. The whistling wind and the drifting snow gave me a right unsettling feeling. It felt like if the cold could have teeth, they would have been sharp as daggers that day. Maybe it was just the Rockjoint. Worse still, I had been wounded badly in my fight, and worse still by some manner of horrid lich that guarded the stones where the dragon had carved its words of power. I'd only barely managed to escape that fiend, who had chased me down the mountain hurling hellfire and cursing my name. "That reward had better be worth it," I said to myself, drawing a healing potion from my belt pouch. I popped the cork.

Empty.

All empty. I spat on it and threw the bottle in the snow. Then, I saw. Ahead of me... a circle of stones, surrounding a great statue of a Nord warrior, and a coffin. I checked my map... the Weynan Stones. An old Nordic burial site. "Jackpot," I muttered, trudging towards them. These tombs usually had chests and things containing the affects of the departed... so long as some other fortunate grave robber didn't get to them first. I could hold my breath for a healing potion, at least.

Then, from nowhere, a great, cold dagger sank into my arm. No. Not a dagger. A fang! The great, freezing fang of an ice wraith! I could barely see it in the snow drifting before my eyes, but there it was--a serpentine skeleton, clear as glass, hissing at me. I cried out in shivering agony and panic as I felt it turn my blood to ice--quickly I set my gauntlets alight and gathered up my firebolt spell, and then I hurled it at the beast! But alas, to no avail. The aberration's cold was far stronger than my fire, and it could withstand tens of those blows. I had not the power for two or three within me.

And then, it was joined by another.

What curses I spoke, I cannot say--suffice it to say that I put my spell down and ran. But the ice wraiths were faster. While I staggered and stumbled through the thickly packed snow, fighting rockjoint the whole way, they glided over it effortlessly. It would only be a matter of time before they caught me, I thought, and added me to the bones amidst the Weynan Stones.

It was then that I caught sight of it... a fire. A great, roaring bonfire.

And bones.

Mammoth bones.

A giant's camp was ahead of me, and soon the fire's tender came into view through the haze of the white winds. He quickly took notice of me, and gave a great roar as he hefted his club.

At that moment, caught between the two fiends, I had an idea.

I begged to Talos for the strength to keep me moving as the ice wraiths nipped at my heels. I tripped over a tusk that had been buried in the snow--my stomach turned ice cold and seemed to sink for just a moment, but it didn't matter, I told myself--I pushed myself up and broke into a full run again, straight into the giant's shadow! He raised his club mightily to strike me... and then I dodged to the left!

And sure as my moustache is black, that club fell upon the icy serpents!

"Aha!" I yelled, as they tumbled through the air, then proceeded to snap like vipers at the giant's ankles--but their fangs couldn't pierce his thick hide! He swung again, and they were shattered--reduced to iced shavings.

I had distanced myself well by then, hid behind a convenient rock. Having swatted those loathsome, icy flies, the giant headed back to his fire. I bid him a silent blessing, deciding to catch my breath as I trudged back to the Weynan Stones. As I moved to the center of the circle, I held my breath.... nothing. Not a sound but the whistle of the ghastly wind. The fangs had been taken from it. I grinned, and approached the chest at the foot of the altar.

And sure enough, inside were the great warrior's prized possessions, among them a Dwemer axe--still shining like the day it had been forged... but that wasn't what had my attention. Beside that axe sat a red bottle.

I licked my cracked lips as I picked it up and uncorked it, took in the smell... sure enough, it was the bitter aroma of a potion of health.

I let myself fall into the snow as I delightedly supped of it like it was Nord mead, letting it mend my wounds and oust the cold from my veins. It did nothing for the rockjoint, but
I never loved the taste of that vile liquid so much as I did that day. And I never loved the giants as much as I did then, either. 'Let them harass our farms and steal our goats. Let them nauseate settlements for miles with their horrid mammoth cheese,' I thought. 'For they should be crowned the true masters of Skyrim!'

I would take back those words, mind, when I would face another the following week in the fields outside Whiterun, along with a stampeding herd of mammoths.

But that's a story for another time.

--From the Memoirs of Frederick Mercurius

 

[Mediteral]

Well...

One time I was wandering through the frozen lands near Duskglow Crevice. I had just slain that Talos-be-damned dragon that was roosting on Shearpoint, and was heading north to Dawnstar to claim my bounty. The whistling wind and the drifting snow gave me a right unsettling feeling. It felt like if the cold could have teeth, they would have been sharp as daggers that day. Maybe it was just the Rockjoint. Worse still, I had been wounded badly in my fight, and worse still by some manner of horrid lich that guarded the stones where the dragon had carved its words of power. I'd only barely managed to escape that fiend, who had chased me down the mountain hurling hellfire and cursing my name. "That reward had better be worth it," I said to myself, drawing a healing potion from my belt pouch. I popped the cork.

Empty.

All empty. I spat on it and threw the bottle in the snow. Then, I saw. Ahead of me... a circle of stones, surrounding a great statue of a Nord warrior, and a coffin. I checked my map... the Weynan Stones. An old Nordic burial site. "Jackpot," I muttered, trudging towards them. These tombs usually had chests and things containing the affects of the departed... so long as some other fortunate grave robber didn't get to them first. I could hold my breath for a healing potion, at least.

Then, from nowhere, a great, cold dagger sank into my arm. No. Not a dagger. A fang! The great, freezing fang of an ice wraith! I could barely see it in the snow drifting before my eyes, but there it was--a serpentine skeleton, clear as glass, hissing at me. I cried out in shivering agony and panic as I felt it turn my blood to ice--quickly I set my gauntlets alight and gathered up my firebolt spell, and then I hurled it at the beast! But alas, to no avail. The aberration's cold was far stronger than my fire, and it could withstand tens of those blows. I had not the power for two or three within me.

And then, it was joined by another.

What curses I spoke, I cannot say--suffice it to say that I put my spell down and ran. But the ice wraiths were faster. While I staggered and stumbled through the thickly packed snow, fighting rockjoint the whole way, they glided over it effortlessly. It would only be a matter of time before they caught me, I thought, and added me to the bones amidst the Weynan Stones.

It was then that I caught sight of it... a fire. A great, roaring bonfire.

And bones.

Mammoth bones.

A giant's camp was ahead of me, and soon the fire's tender came into view through the haze of the white winds. He quickly took notice of me, and gave a great roar as he hefted his club.

At that moment, caught between the two fiends, I had an idea.

I begged to Talos for the strength to keep me moving as the ice wraiths nipped at my heels. I tripped over a tusk that had been buried in the snow--my stomach turned ice cold and seemed to sink for just a moment, but it didn't matter, I told myself--I pushed myself up and broke into a full run again, straight into the giant's shadow! He raised his club mightily to strike me... and then I dodged to the left!

And sure as my moustache is black, that club fell upon the icy serpents!

"Aha!" I yelled, as they tumbled through the air, then proceeded to snap like vipers at the giant's ankles--but their fangs couldn't pierce his thick hide! He swung again, and they were shattered--reduced to iced shavings.

I had distanced myself well by then, hid behind a convenient rock. Having swatted those loathsome, icy flies, the giant headed back to his fire. I bid him a silent blessing, deciding to catch my breath as I trudged back to the Weynan Stones. As I moved to the center of the circle, I held my breath.... nothing. Not a sound but the whistle of the ghastly wind. The fangs had been taken from it. I grinned, and approached the chest at the foot of the altar.

And sure enough, inside were the great warrior's prized possessions, among them a Dwemer axe--still shining like the day it had been forged... but that wasn't what had my attention. Beside that axe sat a red bottle.

I licked my cracked lips as I picked it up and uncorked it, took in the smell... sure enough, it was the bitter aroma of a potion of health.

I let myself fall into the snow as I delightedly supped of it like it was Nord mead, letting it mend my wounds and oust the cold from my veins. It did nothing for the rockjoint, but
I never loved the taste of that vile liquid so much as I did that day. And I never loved the giants as much as I did then, either. 'Let them harass our farms and steal our goats. Let them nauseate settlements for miles with their horrid mammoth cheese,' I thought. 'For they should be crowned the true masters of Skyrim!'

I would take back those words, mind, when I would face another the following week in the fields outside Whiterun, along with a stampeding herd of mammoths.

But that's a story for another time.

--From the Memoirs of Frederick Mercurius

Now that...was a story. Very good, nicely written and entertaining ^^

 

[NickCaligo42]

Now that...was a story. Very good, nicely written and entertaining ^^

Thank you. ^^

No, though, that isn't a story. That's Skyrim. This shit actually happened, right down to the rockjoint. That's exactly how I killed those ice wraiths. Tripping in the snow wasn't so much that as me just getting hung up on a rock for a second before hitting the "jump" key, but same diff, really, with a bit of imagination. That, my friends, is the beauty of a well-made sandbox game.

 

[PuffinBox]

Well...

While traveling on my horse to Riften, a city where the legendary Thieve's Guild hailed from hoping to join. A bright yellow light blinded me but once my eyes adjusted I saw a beautiful thing a golden knight coming my way. My armor, a mismatched combination of the warriors i had killed against, was I felt an insult to the knight's very presence. As the knight approached I asked her who she was "A mercenary" she answered I asked where she was going "Taking care of a problem" she responded coldly, I offered to help her but to no avail.

Suddenly a greedy thought came into my mind, the forest I had just come from was infested with monsters. Even if this knight was as good as she appeared I could step in and finish the job, so I let her continue her journey. I followed some distance away making sure no monsters or the knight saw me, after what felt like hours finally a giant spider attacked but it fell to her axe easily but not an instant later 3 wolves came out of nowhere and attacked she killed the first as with a single blow but the others downed her but not defeated her.

I could see blood running from the lifeless helmet and her wounds, an overwhelming sense of guilt filled me "Was this really what I would lower my self to". So i charged at the wolves killing one with a well placed stab but as i looked back the final wolf sank its fangs into her exposed neck. Filled with anger I used my DragonBorn gift and killed the wolf, looking down at her body I knew what I had to do I stripped her of her armor and belongings promising to continue her quest and follow a virtuous path.

--This is the story of how got dwarven armor early in the game

 

[Soviet Heavy]

Well damn OP. I was going to talk about the same thing you talked about.

Lesson learned: Never accept drinking challenges from random strangers. Crazy shit will happen.

Well after that I was on my way towards that one dungeon that had a horn that was required to pass the final test the Greybeards have given me.

Along the way, I found myself in a nearby bandit camp. I took care of the bandits and decided to loot them. And then I heard a dragon flying overhead. So I quickly ran inside the nearby temple in order to get away from it.

I found myself within a temple filled with ghosts who attacked me. While doing so, they kept telling me that they were sorry and they didn't want to do this. Later on in the temple, I saw a treasure chest and a th'um wall that will teach me a new shout. As I walked over there, I fell through a trap door and ended up in a cage. Which was filled with dead bodies. Outside the cage was a necromancer who apparently lures adventurers in with treasure and traps them so he can use them for his experiments.

Unfortunately for him, it didn't cross his mind to lock the door to the cage I was in. So when he had his back turned, I opened the cage and proceeded to bash his skull in. Dummy.

After that I left the temple and fought the dragon that was outside. Taking advantage of a column in front of the entrance to the temple. The dragon couldn't follow me as the area I was in would be too small for him to walk into. I took him down, absorbed his soul, and continued on my merry way to get that horn.

I ran into that Necromancer too. However, my story changes when Lydia crashed through the trap door, somehow noclipped outside the cage and beat the shit out of him.

 

[scorptatious]

Today, I was heading towards the city of Riften. Apparently I found a mysterious gem which had an unknown worth. My journal suggested I should go to Riften and find someone to appraise it.

As I was heading towards Riften through the forest, I notice a cave bear. I decided to use my new ice spear spell on it. This pissed it off and caused it to charge right at me. As it was heading towards me, I prepared my shield to defend myself. I then noticed he had a friend with him. A second cave bear.

Now despite the fact that at this point I've killed at least 9 or 10 dragons up to this point, I knew I couldn't handle two cave bears at once. So I decided to book it. As I was running, I stumbled upon a cave entrance. I thought I could use the terrain around it to get away from the bears. But as I went near the cave's entrance, I noticed that there were two more bears!

At this point I knew I was in huge trouble. I was low on stamina from sprinting, and now I had four bears chasing me. So I took whatever stamina potions I had and just kept running. I ran up a steep hill, occasionally turning around to see if the bears were still following me. They were. As I reached the top of the hill, I jumped over a log right as a bear swiped at my backside. Over the hill I saw a lake with what looked like a small settlement. I dashed into the lake and swam away. Thankfully, for whatever reason, bears don't like going into deep water. So I was able to get away. I watched as one of the bears stood up on it's hind legs. Frustrated that he couldn't get me. I was safe.

But I couldn't just let them get away with ambushing me into their little trap. So I decided to go back into the forest and kill one of them. And I did just that. With a combination of a fire rune, ice spear, some blocking and bashing. That bear didn't stand a chance.

After that, I continued towards Riften.

Later on, I walked past a small little farm. And met with a dunmer who's bow was stolen by some thieves who happened to be in the city I was heading towards. I took up the job and headed towards the city gates. A guard stopped me though and said I had to pay a tax to get in. Feeling that something didn't seem right, I loudly proclaimed that this was a shakedown. The guard, not wanting to get in trouble, let me into the city. As I walked in, the other guard told me that this city was home to the Thieves Guild. I was intrigued.

As I went into the city, I met with a fellow adventurer who explained to me that Riften is being ruled over by a corrupt Jarl who has the Thieves Guild under her payroll. And that she felt that she needed to do something about it. Remembering my past experiences with getting involved in a city wide conspiracy, *cough* Markarth *cough* I decided not to get involved.

I then met with the "appraiser" and asked him to take a look at the gem I found. He claimed that I stolen it and referred me to someone in the Thieves Guild. I didn't steal it! I took it after I brutally killed some bandits! How dare he accused me of stealing... >_>

As I went looking for the bow the dunmer asked me to find. I noticed a lady threatening a redguard over something. Apparently, he's a stable hand who owes her money that was stolen from him. I offered to talk to her about his debt. First and foremost though, I had to get that bow back.

I found myself within the city's sewers. Where thieves and scum were rampant. Thankfully, the place was filled with narrow corridors and hallways, so a lot of the enemies ran into my fire rune traps. As I went through the sewers, I found myself at a bar. What's a place like this doing down here? Probably a place for members of the Thieves Guild I guess. As I went in deeper, I continued my decent into the sewers, killing more guys, and finally getting the bow back.

After I got out of the sewers, I decided to take a break and went to the local inn. It was a busy place. And I noticed the people who worked there were fellow Argonians! Argonians were rare in Skyrim, and it was good seeing my fellow egg brothers and sisters. After I bought a drink from them, this well dressed man went up and told me I looked like a guy who didn't earn all that gold I have.

This insulted me, as I earned a lot of this gold through adventuring, killing scores of bandits and monsters and profiting off the loot I got from them. I told him that my wealth was none of his business. He then offered me a deal. He asked me to do some sketchy business to earn some money from him. Namely some pick pocketing. I didn't trust the fellow so I just blew him off.

After that, I ran into an orc who called me a "milk drinker". I attempted to intimidate him into backing off. But the orc didn't take to kindly to me attempting to stand up to him. So he and I got into a bar fight. Everyone in the bar watched as he and I had at it. Weapons bouncing off each other's shield, spells going off, and blood splattering on the floor. Eventually I came out as the victor.

I then found the woman who was threatening the redguard. I persuaded her to leave the guy alone. Apparently she was smart enough not to piss a guy off after watching him kill a fully armored orc in a bar. So she called off the debt.

So after that, I told the redguard the good news, got rewarded, went to give the dunmer his bow back, and made my purchases and sales and left. Off to go on more adventures.