So, I'm rampaging through this Not Pathfinder Goblins cave and find this skull, so I pick it up, but it turns out it weighs like 3 pounds and I can't drop it.
Great, now I have a big f@&&ing skull I'm lugging around.
So I find this other Not Pathfinder Goblin cave, this one very tall and annoyingly circuitous, and at the top is a mess of Not Pathfinder Goblins in a big courtyard or something. After getting mauled by dude riding his f@#%ing pig (that will NOT do pig!) I was able to climb up the wall a bit and rain down hell with my bow (which I named A Dark And Stormy Bow).
After my rampage I notice a throne while I was pillaging that matched my skull, so I put it where it's supposed to go.
Turns out it resurrects some icy megazord or something, luckily megazord guy helpfully kicked me across the courtyard against the door.
So I left.
Dragonbait is happily living up to his name, as there isn't a dragon in Skyrim that won't attack him while wandering down the road, chatting with some fellow travelers or clinging to the side of a cliff.
However, with a dwarven greataxe of consuming and taken to wearing a dragon priest mask I can't help but think it might've taken a darker turn then where Jeff Grubb and Kate Novak would've gone with it.
So apparently, because I'm Dragonbait all these g+!*&~n religions want me to crusade or something for them.
Already helped the Dawnbreaker lady now some dude by a huge f~##ing statue of Sorshen (or whatever they called it so Paizo wouldn't sue) wants to track down some dick elf enchanter in Winterhole.
Fine! I'll do it! But only because I was going there anyway to trick the mage's guild into letting me pillage Saarthal.
I'm going for more of a sneaky person, or at least trying to, I'm still finding mostly enchanted two handed weapons and heavy armor, but so far with the armor at least i've been more disciplined.
I still love my big f#!&ing swords though.
Looking for some dead a@$~%&%'s s!+$ for the old guys on the mountain.
Surely, someone else hasn't gotten there first.