The mountains tower over the towns as the townsmen go about their daily business. The blacksmith waddles towards his grinder and furnace and the butcher opens shop for the day.
The day seems normal, the gaurds at post as I enter the village. Gleeming towards me as I walk in with my armor and my swords. Blood dripping from my brow from the days hunt.
What did I just get back from hunting? A mighy dragon. This is no ordinary world…it is a world once ruled by dragons….and they are back. It is SKYRIM!
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