You mean your scheming "true" king of Skyrim, secretly working for the Thalmor? Traitor!

Domyma the Dunmer Battlemage was on the hunt, having slain many dragons in her time she was well renoun for her abilities. Bringing along her housecarl, Lydia as her sole companion.

They first saw the beast winging north, circling back on occasion, but continuing on its path, until it finally disappeared over the mountains.

"come my friend, our foe awaits his death" said Domyna. "I do not believe it saw us, we may take it by surprise"

Slowly and cautiously they made their way up the winding path of the mountain, ever watchful, ever alert. Until they neared the world wall that the beast surely had taken refuge at.

They saw the beast sitting atop the wall, looking menacing as the void.

"Lydia, this one be a frost dragon, a powerful foe indeed" says Domyna. "stay here, and stay out of sight"
"yes my thane" Lydia assured Domyna

Making herself ready to battle the freezer of men, the devourer of life, Domyna redies her most powerful fireball spell in one hand, and her most prized possession in her other, the Razor of the daedra Dagon. Her most powerful weapon, that she had done horrible things to obtain. But it mattered not, the razor was a strong tool, one she felt was needed to rid the world of these horrid creatures, these killers of men and mer. The end justifies the means.

With a mighty battle cry, "Fus Ro Dah!!!" she attacks the unwary beast, catching it off guard, and then hammers the beast with her fireball, once, twice, three times before the creature can react.

Finally getting its wits, the dragon launches itself into the air with a mighty roar, spraying Domyna with its chilling breath as it takes to the sky. Circling overhead, blasting the ground with balls of chillflames, Domyna dodges, and redies her next attack.

As the dragon comes in for a landing, Domyna launched her Overcharged fireball again at the beast. Missing the beast by mere inches, the fireball explodes and her most loyal friend, her most trusted companion, Lydia, takes the full force of Domyna's fury.

"LYDIA!!! NOOOOOO!!!" screams Domyna, rushing in the direction of her fallen friend, she pays no mind to the dragon as it eyes her with its deadly gaze.

Domyna arrives at the spot of her Housecarls fallen body, and feels a mighty force assail her from behind, as the dragon shouts a mighty word that throws her to the ground, knocking the razor from her grasp.

Domyna watches in horror as the body of her friend, her most loyal Lydia, and her most prized weapon, the Razor, falls down the slope of the mountain.

Enraged by the loss of the two most precious things in her life, Domyna turns and assails the Dragon with her most mighty of spells, Flames from one hand and lightning, the other.

Her opponent falls to the might of her magic, laying dead on the ground. She turns and sprints to try and find her companion, and her razor.

At the bottom of the mountain, laying next to a small pool, she sees Lydia, fallen, body broken.

The Razor, lost forever.

Returning to her home in Whiterun, Domyna turns from the path of the Mage, picking up her sword, and armour, vowing never to cast even the simplest of magic again, least she hurt another she holds dear.

So ends the tale of the Mage Domyna, so begins the tale of Domyna the warrior.

My archer Ylfa bought her first horse a few weeks ago in game, after wearing holes in the soles of her shoes from all the walking that she did around the province. It took a lot of searching, but she eventually settled on a nice palomino mare from Solitude who she named Thorfinn - a private joke for both myself and her in spite of the name not fitting with the gender of the horse. She felt an instant connection with the mare, and in spite of her small size and awkward legs she simply knew that she had to have her, and delved out the required septims without much thought to how much of a hole it would burn in her coinpurse. After that, she and the mare became inseparable. They rode everywhere together, exploring the width and breath of Skyrim as they went. They even got into battles on each other's behalves. The plucky mare simply couldn't resist charging into the fray whenever she master was being overwhelmed in battle, and while her help at times proved more of a hinderence than an asset - Ylfa always appreciated the sentiment.

Then one day, Ylfa decided to take a dirt backround on the way to Markarth from Falkreath, reasoning that they'd be able to find many interesting dungeons along the way to their final destination. They uncovered untold amounts of wealth during this little journey, find at least two Dragon Priests in the process and making off with at least five thousand Septims worth of loot. Then the Nord rider remembered that she had a quest to fulfill in one of the nearby mountains and eagerly kicked her trusty mare in the direction the notch on her map indicated. However, they were riding into an ambush. A group of Forsworn had surrounded the decaying castle and descended upon the pair in droves. As always, the valiant mare charged into battle with her rider - in spite of said riders constant attempts to keep her out of the fray - and engaged several warriors as the teaming legions fell upon them. And then Ylfa heard it, a pain filled whinny the sounds of which send a shard of ice straight through her heart. Turning around, she saw Thorfinn laying on the ground - dead. A triumphant Forsworn warrior standing over the corpse of her beloved horse with a gloating smile painted upon their lips.

The next few minutes passed by in a blur, as Ylfa - who normally abhorred close combat - slung her little used Ebony War axe from it's position at her hip and began to lay waste to everyone in the area. It was only much later, as she stood about the bodies of her massacred foes that she finally came back to her senses and returned to the corpse of her beloved companion. Lacking a shovel to give the horse a proper burial, she simply remained at it's side for several hours to mourn before setting the corpse ablaze - the thought of it falling prey to scavengers was too much to bear.

It's been awhile since Thorfinn died in battle, and I honestly can't see Ylfa ever purchasing another horse again. They simply wouldn't be able to measure up to her beloved first companion, and I just know that the thoughts of guilt will prevent her from even considering another.

R.I.P. Thorfinn, Ylfa and I miss you...

Easy: Two moments stand out.

1. I think someone mentioned this one already... but the alchemist in Winterholm. He's an old man who has spent his entire life tracking the White Phial. He's come down with some sort of sickness and sent you off to get the phial for him. You find the phial, and return it to him, but it is broken. All he has ever wanted to do was see the vial working. He immediately goes to his room and lies down in bed to die.

2. Molag Bal in Markarth. The guy just wouldn't submit. I kept hitting him over and over with the rusty mace while he cowered and bled and wept. By the end I was crying, and I felt sick to my stomach. Torture leaves neither party unchanged.

Yestoday, When i was doing some quests i went to Whiterun inn to and got into a fight where my Housecarl by accident killed the lady companion that sits inside (cant recall her name atm), The next day when i woke a carier came up to me with a note stating that she had put up a will and therefore i had inheirited her gold, which was only 100 Gold pieces. But the letter sent to me was so emotinal, and i just got really sad and had 2 minuts of silence for my dear friend and i was really suprised that a video game could make me that sad

I felt guilty when I learned that the dragons were coming back to life after being killed off so long ago, and I was permanently killing them by devouring their soul. Of course, then I remembered that we would have left them alone if they didn't try to kill us. I felt fine after that

None, because Beth lacks the ability to create believable characters.

The "Laid to rest" quest, when it involves children and tragedy I nearly always choke up, especially when the little girl said "I'm tired and going to rest a while", haha, even typing it out choked me.

During the Mage guild quest where your collecting the all the books from the rouge Mage members at the end were you can let the lead Mage take back the altmer prisoner that helped you for the books my Dunmer was a complete antihero with the tendencies of doing evil so I decided to let her keep her experiment .The plea that elf did just got to me and it made me realize how much of a monster , my character Banith is . Lydia was with me I could imagine how she might had been disgusted with my lack of herocism.

Intense fear.

I shot a giant with an arrow thinking if I got a few stealth shots I could take it down. This turned into a three minute run away from the Giant, eventually a wolf started to chase me too. I figured the Giant couldn't be that strong, so I turned around and as soon as I whipped out my swords I see the giant slam it's club into the wolf..

Not only was it an insta-kill, but the wolf was sent flying towards a mountain. Christ. I died, but I was so shocked when I saw that.

lol man!

I had a couple moments..

I was out travelling and heard a bear across the river. I crossed to river and gave chase, for some reason the bear wouldn't cross (later I find out why).. Anyway, I get to his side of the bank and summon my frost atronoch. I lost sight of the bear but could still hear him. I keep in the direction and notice the water hastening. I see the bear again bobbing in the water, I cast Soul Trap a couple times for good measure and just before I unleash some fireballs the water takes him over a waterfall about 5 feet from where I'm standing, which I've somehow missed this entire time. I saw him go over and I could swear to this second he had a look of panic on his face as he tried to swim against impending doom. Soon he vanished and I began to wonder what happend to him - did the game just make him disappear since it was such a long drop? Did he die? did he.. and then it happened - Soul Captured LOL.. He died at the bottom of the fall.. I was a little upset I didn't get the kill but it was an awesome moment..

Another time I was given a quest to talk to a person. I travelled to the town and went to the house where he was staying at. It was 10am and the door was locked. I waited a few times to see if it would ever unlock but never did. So I let myself in. I hear a boy chanting and crying. I go up the stairs - fireballs in hand. I turn the corner to a room, the boy was sitting on the floor in the middle of a circle of candles, crying, stabbing a skeleton with a dagger and what appeared to a human heart and something else lying in bowls around the skeleton. There was also a book with a flower on it. The boy was apparently doing a dark brotherhood ritual to summon the brotherhood. I just stopped in awe for a second as I took in what I was seeing..

I heard background music that was used in Morrowind, had a teary nostalgia moment.

I didn't get teary but I definitely was taken back to playing that game when I got to Winderhold and heard that. I loved the music of Morrowind and Oblivion. I am also impressed with Skyrim's music so perhaps in TESVI, I'll look back fondly at what I'm doing now.

Running as fast as I could on Shadowmere to try and save By the time I got there almost everyone was dead. I then proceeded to decapitate as many legion as possible.

This might sound strange, but my most fierce emotional reaction to Skyrim occurred after I came down from the High Hrothgar. I wasn't decided yet - when I went up - on what side of the rebellion I would fight. But seeing the Greybeards and being taught by Argneir filled me with a sense of identity for Skyrim. I vowed to use my powers to free Skyrim from the Imperials and the Thalmor. I headed to Winterhold to join the Stormcloaks.

But then I entered the city and saw what a racist bunch some of the Stormcloaks were. Frankly, I thought they were jerks and I couldn't believe I'd even imagined joining their rebellion.

Then as I was heading out of town, the racist guy I met as I entered the city was standing in front of the inn, in the snow. He challenged me to fight and I just beat the crap out of him.

Very satisfying.