Playing Elder Scrolls 4 Oblivion, trying to sneak op on a random white hose and steal it. Turns out it wasn't any white horse but a unicorn. scratch that the one and only unicorn, who happens to be protected at all times by a triage of minotaur lords. the massive bovine horrors charged my low level ass down and it was all i could do to run and try my luck with the two weapons i had at my disposal, a rusted knife and a magic staff known as the wabbajack.
The staff had four charges, i fired one and hit a minotaur. the minotaur screeched and charged after me completely harmless in the form of a giant rat, a solid lunge with the dagger and he lay slain in the field one minotaur down. My second shot missed. Third shot and the minotaur became an enraged ogre, not really a comforting transformation, but to my surprise the ogre turned on his companion and began a duel to the death with the other minotaur. I should have used this opportunity to escape however i was entrance by the escapades of my transmuted minotaur friend, so i watched as the last remaining actual minotaur struck down the ogre, and turned to me. One shot left and the beast charged, and became a crab. I had depleted my staff, i drew my dagger to smite the crab when the unicorn beat me to it.
I had the unicorn i could mount it, that is if it would stop attacking me for long enough. Apparently the animal is the embodiment of all that is good and holy in Oblivion, and did not approve of my rusted dagger. So it chased me and tore through my remaining hit points. I fled in abject horror as my coved prize chased after me with an unholy frenzy id find deliciously ironic had it not bent hell bent on ending my existence. I ran for days from the accursed point where i found it, to the far north mountain city of Bruma. Unfortunately the citizenship of Bruma were familiar with me and were completely unsympathetic to my plight, that is to say they tried to kill me once i got within shouting distance. so i continued to run. At one point have thought i had abandoned my constant assailant i took refuge at a recently vacated bandit camp only to be awoken in the middle of my dreaming by the clatter of hooves and a whinny of death.
Having run for a week strait i made it to Cheydenhal where i could finally escape the One horned monster. However occasionally when i would again adventure i would be assaulted by the great white horse, and need to run for days on end to the nearest walled city for protection.
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