Q:Do you have a favourite Skyrim quest? If not, any you really enjoyed?
I enjoy quests that are routinely difficult, like traveling into Azura’s Star, which I always kicks my butt. Or the Eye of Magnus final stage, which is also hard. I enjoy quests that don’t make solutions obvious, such as when you’re in a dungeon and you can’t find clues as to which animal sigils you should pivot the sliding stones to so you don’t get struck by a poison dart.
I despise “rid this area of invaders” quests, object retrieval quests, and delivery quests. I’m also completely over most of the Mage’s College quests leading up to the finale.
I suppose that I’m just overall tired of most quests, and that’s why I kind of write my own, or tweak existing ones. Traveling the Fellglow Keep, for instance, wasn’t yet boring to me in-game, so I was happy to include that into my storyline.
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Yrsarald and Galmar dismounted as I walked up between their horses and received an eyeful of the reason for their halting. Though the snow and distance obscured the scene somewhat, I knew what I was looking at.
Bodies. Bodies and faint splotches of brown, dried blood, dusted with snow, dotted the white landscape and the loosely-paved snow-dusted road. Slowly, all of us advanced. I heard a metal weapon being drawn. Like-minded, Marcurio and I casted spells. I could tell from the muted glow of his palms that he had cast the exact magic I did – dead detection. White, dead. Blue or red, undead. Fortunately for everyone, I only saw white.
Chapter 23, “Hero by Choice”
The officer pursed her lips and took in the sight of us. We wouldn’t have looked like much of a threat to her garrison, with only four warriors and three mages. The woman had absolutely no obligation to offer us a place to sleep. Except, I realized, Yrsarald had let it be known that one of us was ‘the Dragonborn’, which he likely thought would help seal the deal. The officer then locked eyes with Ingjard, who was somewhat behind me to my right. I watched as a tiny smile creaked across Ingjard’s partially shielded face, as she righted her posture.
I laughed, internally. The Imperial officer immediately assumed that the tall warrior woman in fancy armor was the Dragonborn. Of course she would assume that. Being honest with myself, I was almost relieved. Obviously, word about me had not spread very far yet, or at least not as far as Falkreath. If I had been wearing the special, enchanted armor that Wuunferth and Oengul have been readying for me, the story might have been different.
Chapter 22, “Hero by Choice”