
Here we go.

Again, more blabbing on about shit. It's like everyone wants to purposely drag this process out.

Woah woah woah I heard a noise.

Apparently the distraction time is over, since the blind prophet over here is going through some bullshit ritual.




Your ancestors are also probably laughing at how your head just fell in a fucking basket.

Another distraction. I would usually take the time to run now, but that plan didn't really work out for Drabrags.

Turns out no one wants to halt everything over a suspicious noise. OH WELL.




Oh,
fuck
Hello? Are you here to save the day or some shit?
Fucking NOPE.
Turns out it's suddenly the fucking apocalypse in the sky. This is just great.

blond guy, stop being so fucking blurry, jesus

no come back please save me

Holy shit, all those thatched roof cottages!


What he meant to say was "no shit".

Oh god what are you doing
And don't say you are "tending to his wounds" I'm not falling for that shit

It's time to go, anyway.


I don't think

AH WHAT THE FUCK
I don't really know why the hell Bethesda would put Alduin's name right there in the subtitles but there you go.
Trogdor leaves to take a drink of water or something. I guess now's our time to go.

I can't really see the inn, because it's covered in smoke from all these fucking fires, but okay.

Fuckin' stuck the landing too. As soon as I get out of here, I demand a gold medal in parkour and also for surviving a dragon who is trying to burn my face.

Making my way out of the inn, apparently the dragon fighting is still going on.

Holy shit, that dragon is going to eat the shit out of that kid.

The kid escapes, so Bowser just toasts some other corpse to stuff in the fridge later.

Whatever, I better follow this guy now if he's going to lead me to the defense.



Oh daisies, we are right next to it.
I could
lick
his
wing

Here's the defense. I was expecting something more, I guess. Like a catapult. Or maybe a giant mecha with lasers.

This place is so fucked.


Chatty Kathy made it out alive.

Yeah, they're just going to talk about honor and valor until they are both killed by dragons. Maybe I should leave. Now.

They finish their heated conversation soon enough. I can go with either of them, I suppose.

Apocalypse Dragon politely encourages me to hasten my decision.

Oh, he's been distracted by a butterfly.

Let's go with the stormcock.

It's much quieter in here.

If you ask me to repopulate your species, I'm going back outside.

Harbringer of the End Times is really a fancy way of saying Rape-Bringer.

Finally.

The first thing I need to do with my newfound freedom is to frisk this dead body.

I prefer maces, but I guess I can't really choose right now.


Quite better.

I think I can remember a few things about magic.

A few Imperials bust open one of the doors. I guess I have to kill them now, because of politics.

I certainly don't mind indulging in politics, I just can't stand all the talking.

(no i don't even need to comment on this one)

More frisking reveals some better armor and the key to one of these locked doors!

I slip into this, since I can't really tell when Trogdor will bust down the fucking walls and tear that stupid bit of leather off me before setting me on fire.

Blondie is a bit slow, but he'll catch on.
NEXT TIMEA MACE
CORPSES EVERYWHERE
SOME SPIDERS
THEN A BEAR