Here's my suggestion to you all. Don't go to Winterhold. It should be renamed Wintercold. I'm an Altmer, from the Summerset Isles, which have Summer in the name. This place is a frozen wasteland that somebody accidentally ended up living at. No wonder I'd never heard of this College. Why would anybody ever want to come here?
Oh hello, a fellow Altmer. She's clearly a little soft in the brain as she questions my eligibility to enter the College. Also she lives here... Really weird. Anyway, she's easily impressed by my ability to learn an amateur spell from her and lets me pass.
To cut a long and boring story short, filled with the ramblings of academics, I'm accepted into the college ranks by an extremely short Breton woman, I impress a group of newbies with a ward spell and then we traipse off on a group excursion to a place called Saarthal.
I should probably credit the group at this point, because they were the only thing that kept me alive when I was assaulted by a Snowy Sabre Cat. Apparently my magic isn't strong enough for these yet... I'm not proud of the way I scampered back up that snowy hillside, but my journey is not about elegance, it is about discovery. Also staying alive...
Oh hello, a fellow Altmer. She's clearly a little soft in the brain as she questions my eligibility to enter the College. Also she lives here... Really weird. Anyway, she's easily impressed by my ability to learn an amateur spell from her and lets me pass.
To cut a long and boring story short, filled with the ramblings of academics, I'm accepted into the college ranks by an extremely short Breton woman, I impress a group of newbies with a ward spell and then we traipse off on a group excursion to a place called Saarthal.
I should probably credit the group at this point, because they were the only thing that kept me alive when I was assaulted by a Snowy Sabre Cat. Apparently my magic isn't strong enough for these yet... I'm not proud of the way I scampered back up that snowy hillside, but my journey is not about elegance, it is about discovery. Also staying alive...
In what is becoming another irritating, recurring theme in the aforementioned adventure, Saarthal is another blasted undead-infested Nordic ruin. Okay, so I didn't actually SEE any undead, but I could tell they were there.
I can see there's no point in staying, so I about face and head out into the swirling Tundra that is Wintercold. Fortunately there's not a lot out here, since I have a feeling that anything surviving out here is not going to be put off by an illusion spell to the face.
I stumble across a cave so I decide to poke my head inside.
It's at this point that my entire outlook on this adventure takes a bit of a shift. This cave, whilst not writhing with the undead bodies of long-forgotten Nords, is filled with skeletons and Necromancers. It appears that my long-time fear of summoning daedra (a result of a traumatic experience in early childhood) is going to result in an early death.
I didn't want to do this, Skyrim, but your severe case of undead infestation leaves me with no choice. Screw it, I need an Atronach spell.
I can see there's no point in staying, so I about face and head out into the swirling Tundra that is Wintercold. Fortunately there's not a lot out here, since I have a feeling that anything surviving out here is not going to be put off by an illusion spell to the face.
I stumble across a cave so I decide to poke my head inside.
It's at this point that my entire outlook on this adventure takes a bit of a shift. This cave, whilst not writhing with the undead bodies of long-forgotten Nords, is filled with skeletons and Necromancers. It appears that my long-time fear of summoning daedra (a result of a traumatic experience in early childhood) is going to result in an early death.
I didn't want to do this, Skyrim, but your severe case of undead infestation leaves me with no choice. Screw it, I need an Atronach spell.
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