I wake up in my bed. Wait? This isn't right. "What happened?" I ask Sheogorath. "I was on my way to Markarth by carriage, and now I'm back home."

Sheogorath laughs, "a dragon went by and spooked the horse pulling the carriage."

I begin to remember yesterday. The carriage was on a road along a cliff and a dragon flew past us roaring. The horse freaked and sent us tumbling down the mountain. I remember the agonizing pain I was in as I died.

"Don't you worry. Everything is fine," Sheogorath reassures me. "The horse and driver are fine too. They have no memory of yesterday."

"But I do!" I yell angrily. "I remember it all!"

"Go try again," Sheogorath says calmly. "I assure you that you will see Markarth again before the day is out."

The carriage ride is going smoothly. I've been talking to the carriage driver the whole way. Sheogorath was right, he doesn't remember the incident the day before.

We turn a corner and the driver points out the thing in the distance. "That stone structure in the mountainside ahead is Markarth," He tells me. "It's beautiful, awe-inspiring and frightening all at once, isn't it?"

I look and see the city. He's right; it is. We pull up and I pay him for the ride. I approach the city gates and the guards open them up. But the moment I step inside the city, I hear a man yell "Markarth belongs to the Forsworn!" He stabs a woman then me as he tries to escape the city. I stagger against the wall, blood pouring from the wound. I then blackout.


I wake back up in my bed. "What the fuck?!" I yell angrily. I jump out of bed, determined to try again.

The carriage ride was smooth and I arrived to Markarth safely. After not having any luck finding what I was looking for, I simply explore the city. I reach the doors of the Temple of Dibella and look out into the distance. The view is mesmerizing. After soaking in the view, I turn to leave and misstep. I slip and fall off the edge, plummeting to the ground below.


Back in bed, I decide to stay within the hold. I go down to the docks and to ease my pent-up tension, I go for a swim. It's cold, but bearable. Beginning to enjoy myself, I swim across to the other side, but get attacked by two horkers.


The next day, I try again but steer clear of the horkers. Before I even reach the other side and I get swarmed by a school of slaughterfish.


I stay on the Solitude side and sit on the bank. My mind wanders and during my absentmindedness, mudcrabs attack me.


I try to find solace at the Temple of the Eight. I walk through the guard training area and hear someone boasting that he can shoot down a hawk with an arrow. I stick around to see what happens. He aims upward and fires. A gust of wind blows through causing the arrow to miss and go flying out of sight. Disappointed, I shrug and continue heading for the temple. The man yells "Heads up! Look out!" I turn and the arrow sticks me in the knee.


"Screw Solitude! I'm going to Morthal!" I yell angrily. Since it's so close, I decide to walk.

An Argonian stops me by the road on the way there. "Give me all your valuables or I'll gut you like a fish!" I decline by shoving him to the ground and running. He catches up and kills me.


I try the walk to Morthal again; this time packing an enchanted dagger with me. If that Argonian is still there, he'll be slowed down and frosted!

I see Morthal from the road and decide to take a shortcut through the swamp. Suddenly, I feel cold and I begin to move slower. Did I accidentally prick myself with my dagger?

I fall to my knees and out of the corner of my eye, I see a big spider heading my way. Too weak to flee, I succumb to the spider's wrath.


I take a carriage to Falkreath and explore the area around that city. In the forest, I encounter a small groups of odd looking rabbits. Why are they glowing green? Just as I finish my thought, they attack me.


Back in the wilds of Falkreath, my curiosity gets to me. Why were the rabbits glowing? Why did they attack me? After being unable to find them again I decide to turn back, only to be attacked by three glowing foxes.


I am determined to find out what is up with these usually docile creatures near Falkreath. This time I find a buck, normal and minding it's own business. As I slowly approach it, a green light flashes towards it and it turns to run at me. I get impaled on its antlers.


Seriously, I will know what's up with these animals.

I arrive once more in the Falkreath wilds. Now no animals to be seen. I stand there, in utter confusion. Then, buzzing. Loud buzzing. I turn around and I get enveloped in a green mist. I fall to my knees and within the blinding mist, I see what looks like three humanoids made of wood. One hits me with it's poisoned tipped claws and I die again.


Realizing that some better armor might help me, I head to the fetcher in Solitude. I walk in...and trip into the forge.


I decide to try a different approach. I go to buy some spell books from the court wizard and test them outside the city. The spells backfire.


Wanting to get far out of Solitude, I take a carriage to the hold furthest away: Riften. I arrive late at night and the guard at the gate says I must pay a "visitor's tax", so I pay and head inside. I heard there's a pub in the so called "Ratway", so out of curiosity I check it out. I slip on the wet wood and fall into the water, hitting my head on the walkway before going under.


I go back to Riften and get attacked by a cold black dog-like creature upon arrival. Sheogorath says their Deathhounds and that they remind him of the skinned hounds in the Isles.


Back in Riften, I make sure there are no Deathhounds. Instead I get attacked by a vampire.


Not wanting to pay the pathetic "visitor's tax" again, I angrily attack the guard instead.


I decide carriages are too slow and walking is too dangerous, so I head to the stables outside Solitude to buy a horse. I kick a chicken out of my way. Who knew that assaulting a chicken was punishable by death?


In too much of a hurry, I just steal a horse from the stable. The stableman yanks me off the horse and attacks me.


I wake up and angrily flail around in bed, knocking down the weapons display on the wall above the headboard.


A year goes by and I've died by wolves, skeevers, bears, sabre cats, bandits, trolls, giants, mammoths, ice wraiths, wisps, wispmothers, falmer, chauruses, four dwemer automatons, werewolves, hagravens, draugr, six diseases, three atronachs, dremoras, necromancers, dragons, and more.


One morning, I wake up and finally just decide to stay in bed. If I leave, I die. If I move, I die. If I stay completely motionless, I might have a chance.

Sheogorath speaks up, sounding perky as ever, "I just realized something, Ashlynn. Guess how long you've been in Skyrim." No. "Don't be like that. Go on, guess." I don't care. "You will when you find out." I doubt it. "Alright. I will tell you." Fine. You do that. "It's been eighteen months, Ashlynn. You've got just half a year left to go." That's cool, I guess. I'm too depressed knowing I've wasted all this time dying hundreds of deaths.

Sheogorath's tone changes, now a bit more serious, "I think you've earned a reward, Ashlynn. Go to the Pelagius Wing in the palace. It's already waiting for you there." And die again? No, thank you. "I'll make sure you live. Don't you worry." I sigh, climb out of bed, and get ready for the new day.