Badger
Watcher
- Joined
- October 18, 2006
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- 36
If there's a Gaia alive and well in the world of Skyrim, then she's certainly protecting me from assassins!
My Wood Elf is getting to the point now where he can shoot off a Gnats wedding tackle at a thousand yards, but melee? Nah.. not so hot. So Assassins with their in yer face knifeyness, "should" be something of a concern, and yet......
I don't yet know why they're after me. I found a note on the body on one of them and it simply said "Assassinate Badger at all costs!" Now I ask you.. is that polite?
A friend of mine who is also immersed in Skyrim, reckons that we have both activated them on the completion of some quest or other, but I'm not so sure. I pointed out to him that the "Elder Scrolls" games have always sent out assassins to kill you. (In fact I think it might be a hallmark of all "Bethesda" games, though I stand to be corrected.)
In any event, a strange force seems determined to deny these nasty black pajama types a taste of your Badgers blood!
I've encountered three of the blood thirsty scoundrels in my travels. Always while I'm minding my own business en-route to somewhere else and always coming on me all unexpected like. Popping up from behind a bush (Would Russell be a good name for an assassin?) knife between teeth and all glarey like.
The first one was the toughest fight. I wasn't expecting company at all and he got a good couple of stabs in before I even managed to swap from a Bow to Mr Pointy!
Things weren't going well. I was doing some damage for sure, but I think I'd only just managed to eek his health down by about a third by the time he was clearly one or two blows from finishing me off.
Then suddenly right out of the blue, I unknowingly (and completely unfairly let's be honest) managed to pull off some kind of critical hit and was treated to a slow motion death scene, which saw me run the blighter through and lift him right off his feet! Huzzah!
The second assassin was the master of the inconvenient moment. Yeah I know you're into the whole assassination thing, but would you mind awfully if we did it another time? I really have my hands full here!
At that moment my hands were full with an ongoing Dragon attack! The huge beast had landed right behind me and was aiming to misbehave.
In a truly Scooby Doo moment, I had heard the whoosh and beat of wings behind me, followed by the crash of the thing landing and the mighty roar as it said its hellos, but hadn't quite summoned up the courage yet to turn around and confirm that ... yes... it's a Dragon! (Also my first Dragon by the way. Well...first on my own anyway.)
So imagine my surprise when at that moment a bush in front of me started with the rustling and out popped a man sized Cat, swishing two evil looking daggers about and muttering "You can't hide from me!!" (erm...hide? oh well, never mind that now.)
I mean, where do these guys go to assassin school? The perfect time to attack the target is A/ When he is alone, or B/ when you will also be required to defend yourself against a huge hungry monster, who doesn't much care whether he is picking his teeth with Elf or Cat bones after his feast. Clearly option B was the way to go!
As the Dragon blasted fire, I opted to dash to the side and the assassin caught the blast full in the face. This understandably seemed to upset him and forgetting all about me, he charged screaming at the Dragon, who for his part just seemed rather pleased to have his meal delivered for a change.
As the fight progressed, I stood on a nearby rock and peppered the Dragon with arrows. It seems that a Dragons main thing is offense. get yourself some decent cover to avoid the firey blasts and you see his defense is considerably less impressive. Sadly it seemed that this was a lesson not included on the curriculum at Assassin school and my Feline foe elected instead for the toe to toe approach. Which saw him end up as a crispy critter, mere seconds before the big fella succumbed to the ongoing volley of arrows I was treating him to.
One Dragon soul absorbed, huge Dragon loot pocketed and the possessions of one roasted assassin now mine! An excellent days work! :lol:
Assassin number three came at me out of the darkness as I took a shortcut through some woods. This time I was surely done for. There would be no Dragon swooping in to save me and the running backward in order to shoot the fiend with as many arrows as possible before he reached me, was seeing me collide with tree after tree and only speeding the approach of my seemingly inevitable demise.
You'd think I'd have the advantage here wouldn't you? I mean "Wood Elf" and here we were in a wood? Well.. the clues in the name isn't it? But then I suppose that the highly honed skills attained through years of self denial and discipline at the assassins guild, go at least some way toward countering any native advantage I might have had.
Which I suppose makes it all the stranger that neither of us noticed the rather nasty Sabre Toothed Tiger charging in from one side!
It leaped right onto the assassin and shaking my head in disbelief I hid (in a very manly way) behind a large tree as the very noisy battle ensued. The would be Badger killer did very poorly against the pointy fanged big cat it has to be said. In fact the other guy did much better against the Dragon, albeit with a little help from me and my Bow I suppose.
At any rate is was a hugely one sided fight and considering how little damage was done to the Sabre Tooth, I decided to stay hidden until it wandered off. At which point naturally I looted the assassins corpse. Hell... I earned it no?!
Truly Skyrim seems determined to keep me safe for something else which she has in mind for me. But I'll not question fate or go looking gift Horses in their mouths. What goes around comes around and I'm sure that there'll be a hefty bill to pay for this protection at some point. In the meantime though, assassins beware! You mess with Badger? You mess with Skyrim's Gaia!
Badger Out.
My Wood Elf is getting to the point now where he can shoot off a Gnats wedding tackle at a thousand yards, but melee? Nah.. not so hot. So Assassins with their in yer face knifeyness, "should" be something of a concern, and yet......
I don't yet know why they're after me. I found a note on the body on one of them and it simply said "Assassinate Badger at all costs!" Now I ask you.. is that polite?
A friend of mine who is also immersed in Skyrim, reckons that we have both activated them on the completion of some quest or other, but I'm not so sure. I pointed out to him that the "Elder Scrolls" games have always sent out assassins to kill you. (In fact I think it might be a hallmark of all "Bethesda" games, though I stand to be corrected.)
In any event, a strange force seems determined to deny these nasty black pajama types a taste of your Badgers blood!
I've encountered three of the blood thirsty scoundrels in my travels. Always while I'm minding my own business en-route to somewhere else and always coming on me all unexpected like. Popping up from behind a bush (Would Russell be a good name for an assassin?) knife between teeth and all glarey like.
The first one was the toughest fight. I wasn't expecting company at all and he got a good couple of stabs in before I even managed to swap from a Bow to Mr Pointy!
Things weren't going well. I was doing some damage for sure, but I think I'd only just managed to eek his health down by about a third by the time he was clearly one or two blows from finishing me off.
Then suddenly right out of the blue, I unknowingly (and completely unfairly let's be honest) managed to pull off some kind of critical hit and was treated to a slow motion death scene, which saw me run the blighter through and lift him right off his feet! Huzzah!
The second assassin was the master of the inconvenient moment. Yeah I know you're into the whole assassination thing, but would you mind awfully if we did it another time? I really have my hands full here!
At that moment my hands were full with an ongoing Dragon attack! The huge beast had landed right behind me and was aiming to misbehave.
In a truly Scooby Doo moment, I had heard the whoosh and beat of wings behind me, followed by the crash of the thing landing and the mighty roar as it said its hellos, but hadn't quite summoned up the courage yet to turn around and confirm that ... yes... it's a Dragon! (Also my first Dragon by the way. Well...first on my own anyway.)
So imagine my surprise when at that moment a bush in front of me started with the rustling and out popped a man sized Cat, swishing two evil looking daggers about and muttering "You can't hide from me!!" (erm...hide? oh well, never mind that now.)
I mean, where do these guys go to assassin school? The perfect time to attack the target is A/ When he is alone, or B/ when you will also be required to defend yourself against a huge hungry monster, who doesn't much care whether he is picking his teeth with Elf or Cat bones after his feast. Clearly option B was the way to go!
As the Dragon blasted fire, I opted to dash to the side and the assassin caught the blast full in the face. This understandably seemed to upset him and forgetting all about me, he charged screaming at the Dragon, who for his part just seemed rather pleased to have his meal delivered for a change.
As the fight progressed, I stood on a nearby rock and peppered the Dragon with arrows. It seems that a Dragons main thing is offense. get yourself some decent cover to avoid the firey blasts and you see his defense is considerably less impressive. Sadly it seemed that this was a lesson not included on the curriculum at Assassin school and my Feline foe elected instead for the toe to toe approach. Which saw him end up as a crispy critter, mere seconds before the big fella succumbed to the ongoing volley of arrows I was treating him to.
One Dragon soul absorbed, huge Dragon loot pocketed and the possessions of one roasted assassin now mine! An excellent days work! :lol:
Assassin number three came at me out of the darkness as I took a shortcut through some woods. This time I was surely done for. There would be no Dragon swooping in to save me and the running backward in order to shoot the fiend with as many arrows as possible before he reached me, was seeing me collide with tree after tree and only speeding the approach of my seemingly inevitable demise.
You'd think I'd have the advantage here wouldn't you? I mean "Wood Elf" and here we were in a wood? Well.. the clues in the name isn't it? But then I suppose that the highly honed skills attained through years of self denial and discipline at the assassins guild, go at least some way toward countering any native advantage I might have had.
Which I suppose makes it all the stranger that neither of us noticed the rather nasty Sabre Toothed Tiger charging in from one side!
It leaped right onto the assassin and shaking my head in disbelief I hid (in a very manly way) behind a large tree as the very noisy battle ensued. The would be Badger killer did very poorly against the pointy fanged big cat it has to be said. In fact the other guy did much better against the Dragon, albeit with a little help from me and my Bow I suppose.
At any rate is was a hugely one sided fight and considering how little damage was done to the Sabre Tooth, I decided to stay hidden until it wandered off. At which point naturally I looted the assassins corpse. Hell... I earned it no?!
Truly Skyrim seems determined to keep me safe for something else which she has in mind for me. But I'll not question fate or go looking gift Horses in their mouths. What goes around comes around and I'm sure that there'll be a hefty bill to pay for this protection at some point. In the meantime though, assassins beware! You mess with Badger? You mess with Skyrim's Gaia!
Badger Out.
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2006
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- 36