50 Signs you Like TES: Skyrim too much1. You're still hoping for another dlc.50 Signs you Like TES: Skyrim too much by Aristodes
2. You think the game's incomplete until you have a quest involving Jyggalag.
3. You think that those backwards-flying dragons in the early releases were a cool feature, not a serious bug.
4. You have a crush on Vilkas or Farkas.
5. You've lost track of how many mods you've subscribed to on steam.
6. The game made you think of all elves as Nazis.
7. You wish your dog was telepathic and had a Brooklyn accent.
8. You wonder why can't all buildings have an upside-down longship for a roof.
9. You really think it takes just a few seconds to craft a full suit of steel plate armor.
10. You worship the nine. Forget the Thalmor, Talos really is a god!
11. You'd like to join the Vigil of Stendarr.
12. You wish Mjoll the Lioness was a Khajiit with an appearance fitting her nickname.
13. You think the game needs a dlc involving Arniel Gane's fate.
14. You want to be the chieftain of an orc stronghold.
15. You wish you could kill Maven Black-Briar, and have t
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st