Skyrim what have you done to my life?
Because I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed I've managed to kill poor Morgan, my war axe weilding Nord with creepy eyes who likes to decapitate people, Cirrus my High Elf who dies more stupidly then Morgan and Baskerville my Dark Elf mistress of fiery explosions and reducing enemies to ash.
You name a cliff and I bet I've fallen off it and died
The Misadventures of Morgan Wraith-Wind
Chapter One: Acrobatics
It had been a busy day for one Morgan Wraith-Wind.
Okay so she may have slipped the border guards, but how could she pay the damn toll when she was flat broke? It didn't matter anyway as she got caught up in some bitch fight between the Imperial Legion and some upset Nords. They were probably violently protesting some stupid tax the empire wanted to inflict on alcohol.
Only fools got between a Nord and their mead.
It all ended up with Morgan getting clubbed over the head, trussed up like a turkey and tossed in a cart with three other malcontents.
Of course it turned out to be a bit more serious than that. In the years she'd been away from home, Skyrim had descended into a clusterfuck of epic proportions and it was all coming around to bite her on the arse.
Resting on the headsman's block, the cooling blood the crazy bastard who went before her sticking to her face and neck as the executioner readied his axe. Morgan really couldn't believe her eyes when a big arse dragon decided to join the party.
It was all pretty confusing after that. Morgan ended up ditching that shit shack with some blonde rebel with a pot belly.
After ditching the blonde, her curiosity got the better of her and thus she stumbled across some funky looking stones.
These stones were perched above a river and that water looked damn fun. With a flying leap, Morgan sprung for the water…
…only die from a severed artery in her leg caused by shattered bones as she landed in shallow water.