Trouble comes to Rorikstead, which becomes the fantasy version of the OK Coral. Then a dragon appears. Just like the real OK Coral...
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Life is never dull for the people of Rorikstead, who with each incident are fewer than ever. The place is a magnet for excitement. First of all, a group of bandits runs after me into the village, determined to give me hugs. No, wait that's not right. Intent on murdering me. I come back to this little village a few nights later and bump into a bunch of hired thugs, recruited to take care of me. They barely have time to die when a dragon comes crashing down on the place. Hold on, could I be the magnet and these poor souls paying for it?
In the ensuing chaos, the humble farmer Lemkil perished and with his dying breath he bequeathed his homely cottage to me. No, wait, he didn't. I just nabbed his key off his fresh corpse. This is getting eerily close to what I did in Fallout 3.
Now I use his home to store all my stuff.
And boy do I have a lot of stuff. Those dragon bones need to stored away somehow.
Related: Journey of the Dovahkiin: run like a pussy
Life is never dull for the people of Rorikstead, who with each incident are fewer than ever. The place is a magnet for excitement. First of all, a group of bandits runs after me into the village, determined to give me hugs. No, wait that's not right. Intent on murdering me. I come back to this little village a few nights later and bump into a bunch of hired thugs, recruited to take care of me. They barely have time to die when a dragon comes crashing down on the place. Hold on, could I be the magnet and these poor souls paying for it?
In the ensuing chaos, the humble farmer Lemkil perished and with his dying breath he bequeathed his homely cottage to me. No, wait, he didn't. I just nabbed his key off his fresh corpse. This is getting eerily close to what I did in Fallout 3.
Now I use his home to store all my stuff.
And boy do I have a lot of stuff. Those dragon bones need to stored away somehow.
Oh dear, things then got a bit awkward. I step in one day and staring straight at me is Lemkil's young daughter. "Who're you? What're you doing in our house?" If you don't leave I'm calling the village guards!" It's almost like she doesn't know her father won't be coming home...
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