My second favorite moment was when I went on a mass killing spree in Gnisis, and even killed the gaurds. I knew then that I was all powerful.
Okay, come hinder around the fire and let me tell you a story of the legendary Galladrill.................
30 Sun's Height:
I was walking down the streets of Balmora, admiring the fine architecure and pretty women
. I walked up the stairs to the Balmora Hlaalu Plaza and began talking to a man when I heard a giant roar behind me. It was a dragon.I had never saw a dragon before; It's almighty appearance and shiny skin made me squirm. It flew rapidly toward me, but why me?!? A huge array of fire overcame me, blocking my vision and lowering my Endurance. Just then, I saw 5 gaurds rush to the scene, each with swords drawn, defending their town. They would rather die in battle than to be shamed by the people. The dragon let out a mighty howl. It turned around and breathed its firey breath all over the gaurds, killing 3 in the first hit.
I was damaged. My health was continuously dropping. I had to take shelter. I ran inside the Hlaalu Plaza and took rest.
I thought the dragon had gone; I was fully healed and ready for some more adventuring. But I was wrong, very wrong. I walked outside to a sleeping dragon, lying on the corpses of the dead gaurds and townspeople. I tiptoed around him as best as I could, but my sneak attempt failed. He awoke with a scream, a firey scream that engulfed me. I had to run. I jetted away from the scene, dragon on my tail. I found a rock to hide behind, but the dragon wasn't fooled. He flew over my head and flew in from behind followed by an electrical shock. I couldn't move, I was paralyzed. My system was stunned and disabled by the oh so powerful electricution.
I drank an Exclusive Restore Health potion, courtesy of Nalcarya of White Haven. For now, I was healed...
I knew I had to fight. I wouldn't be able to escape this giant beast unless I stood straight up and fought. I pulled out Trueflame, the only weapon I knew. I raised it above my head; the dragon glared at me through his beady eyes. We both stood still for a half second, not knowing who would attack first. It was me. I thrusted the sword as hard as I could into the dragons chest, with that, spilling out guts and blood. The dragon squealed the loudest noise on Tamriel. Yet it kept going.
Once again I was engulfed by a firey stream, dropping me to my knees and scorching my skin. I wasn't going to give up, not now, not ever.
I thought I was going to parish. My skin was charred, my Strength was low. Yet, with divine powers, I continued to fight.
I struck him one last time with all my soul, another shriek filled the air, shaking the Mushroom Trees.
He fell to his stomach, teeth exposed to my face. I had only the Strength for one more blow, and I used it.
Trueflame had served me well. I had slain a dragon. I pulled the heart out of his gushing chest. It was too hot for me to hold. Once again I slipped through the fingers of death. Once again, I proved fate wrong.
I am Lord Nerevar of the 1st Council: Savior of Morrowind, Wife of Amalexia. Slayer of Dagoth Ur. Apprentice of Sotha Sil.
Okay guys, this actually is a true story (with the dragon mod). Post your favorite moments and storys. I'm sure this will be a fine thread.
