So there I am, in a raging blizzard. I can't see where I am going, cant see more than a few feet ahead of me. Lost all sense of direction...somehow I have managed to climb pretty much all the way to the top of some mountain - peering through the blur of my snowblindness I see sheer drops all round me. Off to the left I spot something that looks manmade through the gloom. Shrugging, I trudge over....standing strong against the wind I see three massive stone pillars..on one sits a gold mask. Strangely right on top of the tallest pillar is a collection of potions. Intrigued I move in for a closer look.

Well I'm kind of intrigued as to what this is...it doesnt appear on my map and sat in front of the tall pillar on a plinth is an obviously magical dwarven two handed hammer. Drawing my sword I edge closer....through the murk I notice movement followed by a deathly blast of ice cold air...Ice Wraiths - two of them I think. Quickly I switch to the flame spell and dance around the pillars blasting them with fire. Its a close battle but I pull through in the end.

Well time to properly investigate the pillars...still cannot see it on my map. Gingerly I retrieve the two handed hammer, fully expecting an explosion off the mountaintop or similar. To my suprise nothing happens. Then I notice a couple of what look like Dwarven chests nearby. Investigation reveals a nice little haul of gold, gems and a magical amulet. Not bad for a chance encounter.

So...checking my map I trudge back into the murk.

A few minutes later I see something big and dark drop onto a nearby cliff...no noise. I still cant see a thing, just this vague black shape against the white snow. Dropping into a crouch I draw my new two hander and slowly approach. Slowly the dark shape begins to come into view as I edge closer...its a horse, laid dead on the rock - on top of a mountain.

I'm thinking "A horse? up here? How did it get there?....oh no!" my thoughts are suddenly shattered by an ear piercing cry, a swooping dark shape and a furnace like blast of fire. A Dragon! Stumbling blindly I pull out my bow and nock an arrow frantically trying to locate my target. Something is there through the murk - I fire half blind, a shriek of pain is followed by heavy wingbeats zooming overhead. I desperately run for some cover - spotting a nearby overhang I dart underneath just as a blast of fire rakes the spot I occupied a few moments later.

I realise my new hiding spot doesn't allow any clear bowshots. Running into the snow for a better spot to fight I have no idea where the land will suddenly give way to empty air...I reach a totally exposed pinnacle of rock, desperately looking around for somewhere to fight when a blast of fire and a massive ground shaking crunch slammed down in front of me. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to run anymore. "Very well then Dragon, no more running!" Hefting my two handed I shout a vicous Thu'um and lay into the beast. What followed was a chaotic running battle between the Dragon, me and the sheer drops.

I'm down to my last healing potion when the Dragon lets out a keening wail and takes off into the night sorely wounded...I wait but he doesn't come back. Licking my wounds I drag myself into a more sheltered spot and try to find a way down the mountain. Cursing the Dragon for running away! A couple of times I could hear it in the distance but the blizzard meant I could see no trace of it. Slowly, wearily I walked down the mountain into the sunlight.

That was the most awesome single player experience I've ever had in a game - bar none.

Wow...

Edit: Seriously...

Scared to death to start the main quest until at least lvl....9.

Haha wow that's awesome, to be honest that would of made for a good little "Let's Play Journal" or a Fan-Fic or something, pretty cool.

nice