I've never been very good with RTS games. Although some may say that I'm not very good at any kind of game.
Anyway some Skyrim quests sent me way to the northwest again towards Markarth. I'd hoped for a peaceful ride there on the horses but...
And yet, I rolled those eyes too early cos it just flew around, screeched a few times and went away.
If only they were all like that.
And so, after matchmaking a couple of lovers, killing a baddie, returning some stuff and buying that house up here I then trekked off across the mountains to a bleak, misty hideout to complete an unofficial quest of my own...
Long ago I had promised myself a special kind of vengeance against a very specific band of nasty people. At the time I had to go along with them as I temporarily needed their help but I
do have a long memory for justice.
What's that you say?
"The Reach will be ours again!"
No. It really won't.