Life in Whiterun

>I'm also a shopkeeper, I'm from Riverwood
>Some dude walks in
>My sister recognizes him immediately
>Fucking dragonborn in our shop
>Full Daedric Armour, he has a Dragon Priest mask on
>My sister grabs my arm in fear
>He grabs a basket, puts it over our heads
>We hear stuff moving
>Whisper to my sister, "This is ridiculous! We're being robbed!"
>She whispers back, "He has full armor... the power of the voice... and a dragon priest mask... just pretend nothing is happening"
>He fucking takes everything, the bastard
>Go out of business a few weeks later, lose my shop, just a stall now
>He comes back to sell me horker tusks and vampiric salts
>I cry every day.

>Be guard at whiterun
>would quit, but only thing I can get because of knee injury
>hear Dragonborn becomes thane
>See him coming in full iron armor.
>keep it cool
>comment on his iron armor, doesn't respond
>then I got idea to stay updated in all the late news to keep him in the loop
>nobody ever breaks any laws anyways
>find out the craziest shit like dark brotherhood, and thieves guild
>one day he looks more flustered than usual
>stops in his tracks
>suddenly draws weapons and starts slaughtering everybody
>no one is spared
>shoots me in knee with arrow (guess he thought it would be ironic with my injury, sick bastard)
>no one left besides me
>about to bleed out
>he stops in his tracks again
>suddenly find myself at beginning of shift
>entire town looks as if nothing had happened
>wtf.jpg
>Dragonborn looks like he just blew off some steam
>to this day do not know what the fuck happened.

Too funny

>Be a Guard in Whiterun
>Decent wages, can afford food and mead with some left over for emergencies
>One day some asshole shows up in town
>"PC"
>I try to make friends with him, be a decent person
>One day I'm chilling by the market, and he walks by
>Start telling him about my past life, and how I suffered a terrible injury from bandits
>He starts attacking me for no reason at all
>Yelling something about an "Overused Meme"

>Be guard in Whiterun
>Life is ok, guard duty pretty boring
>End up commenting on everything
>Anytime someone talks to me, I find something to say to keep me interested
>New random adventurer shows up one day
>Seems like a nice guy
>Suggest he join Companions, looks like capable fighter
>He returns a few days later
>Tells me he joined companions
>Ask him if he fetches the meade in the Companions, trying to make conversation
>He gets angry
>Turns out he is legendary Dragonborn
>Oh shit
>He starts screaming in crazy dragon language
>Sky turns into crazy ass storm
>He pulls out two flaming fucking swords
>Fuck me
>Asks me if I have any final words
>"I used to be an adventurer like you"
>hfw

> Be guard in Helgen.
> A wagon with prisoners arrives
> Checking my list over prisoners who is about to be executed
> A strange man with long hair standing in line
> He is not on the list
> Ask who he is
> Watch him change gender and race for 2 hours.
> Wat.

>Stand in front of Dragonsreach everyday spreading the word of the mighty Talos.
>No one in town gives a flying fuck.
>Each and day its just the same, That drunk beggar Brenuin and that battle-born bitch.
>See a Orc in full deadric armor and enchanted Dragonbone weapons approach me.
>Screams at me in some sort of weird ancient language.
>The next thing i know i get thrown at 300km/h into the air.
>Laying on the round paralyzed by fear.
>Sees a sword that looks like it can kill a dragon in one blow be pierced through my heart.
>Talos, now i will join you in Sovngarde.
>Sees all my hopes and dreams shattered as i am reanimated into an undead thrall.
>To this day i still follow this faggot around trying to figure out wtf just happened.

Being the dragonborn in Skyrim is like being a Muslim Extremist in real life.

When somebody pisses you off, there's a lot of screaming in some goddamn squiggle language and then tons of explosions.

>Working in a shop in Whiterun.
>Some asshole decked out in some quality armour walks in.
>"PC"
>Sells me a fuck ton of useless shit.
>Kills me for no apparent reason.
>Suddenly alive, like it never happened, PC ust staring at me.
>Sells me more random shit.
>Kills me again.
>Suddenly alive once again.
>He leaves.
>Cringe every time he walks in.

>be guard in whiterun
>some famous cunt keeps yelling
>tell him to stop
>he doesn't, so i arrest him
>he goes quietly, so all is okay
>5 minutes later, he's running around whiterun naked
>cheeky cunt

he never knew what we did to him in other saves...

this is all i remember from that game

>be guard at whiterun
>have boring life guarding the Jarl's palace
>only thing that makes life worth while is the angel Lydia
>i get to watch her every day as she comes and go's
>one day some outlander shows up
>swoops in out of no where and acts like he owns the place
>Jarl loses his mind and makes him a thane
>Lydia goes to live with him
>i cry every day behind my helmet
>all i can do is remember how i can't adventure anymore do to my knee injury
>would love to go out and fight dragons, just so i could die and be free, but i'm stuck on guard duty.
>i get some hope from rumors
>there are wild crazy ones like he's a wearwolf or part of the thieves guild and dark brotherhood (as if)
>but i hear he had gone out into the mountains with some red guards.
>something about going to explore caves
>i knew what he was doing out there all alone
>next time i saw him i proudly said "Seen those warriors from Hammerfell? They've got curved swords. Curved. Swords."
>he didn't say anything, but like a statue he looked at me for what seemed like forever, but only a few seconds in reality
>then he went on his way to the mountains to shout it out
>hopefully he'll let Lydia come back to me, i hate to see her treated so bad, she's practically a slave.

> lived for thousands of years
> present for the dawn era - the birth of time itself, can't explain my existence for i don't know myself.
> witnessed the birth of races in the mythic era, survived the red mountain eruption and the oblivion crises, experienced the rise and fall of countless empires and dynasties throughout tamriel, even tutored several emperors including Uriel Septim VII for a short while.
> schooled in all forms of magic and enchantments, combat and fighting from akaviri too orsimer.
> observe the same routine with each new rule - rise to power, stable economy and civilisation, underground corruption grows and grows, overwhelming the rulers, major crises occurs be it war or the work of the divines, current ruler dethroned, new empire established.
> Same old story, new names each time.
> broker deals with the divines and deadra in order to establish guilds and factions all across tamriel
> scout out suitable operators and leaders for each faction in the hopes of preventing catastrophes and bringing some form of balance to the land.
> group i call the 'fighters guild' used to prevent the rise of tyrants and war lords to power.
>Thieves guild and dark brotherhood used to cease the rise of non-combatant individuals to power.
> Each guild prevents disaster and instability through their own means, etc, etc.
> system has worked for a few centuries, no need to intervene.
> rise to the top of each faction every few centuries, passing down the knowledge and skills I have learnt throughout my life as I deem necessary for the progression of the races of the land, disappear once my work is done.
> Relive the same life over and over, decide it's time for another change.
> Devote my life to more peaceful pursuits, tired of the bloodshed.
> venture from mountain to mountain, searching for the perfect area to back away from the world and its' troubles and meditate on my life and where it's headed.

I think the dragonborn may have certain issues with his mind.

>Working as my master Ulfric's steward
>Bored as shit
>Sit at the table I spent hours preparing
>Door opens
>Look over to see some random dude just walk into the fucking palace like he owns the place
>Ignore him, not my problem
>Goes to talk to Ulfric, comes back minutes later.
>Starts heading out the door, stops, and turns around.
>Shouts some random sounding gibberish.
>Suddenly, plates and cabbages go fucking rocketing around the room, hitting me and several other's in the face.
>Random guy leaves

After I set the table all fucking day, this little cunt just trashed the damn place.

MFW The guards and Ulfric don't give two shits.

Not a story, but quite helpful.

>xbox 360
>Skyrim
>8 daedric arrows
>go to Solitude
>Go to guards training
>pickpocket his steel arrows
>give 1 daedric arrow
>he now shoots daedric arrows
>take all the arrows he shoots
>300+ arrows a day

I now have 2400 daedric arrows