So at this point , I just yelled (not a Thu'um,) a mammoth and 2 giants are brawling it out, 4 mammoths are stampeding with another giant running after them. The Dragon, seeing an opportunity for some free entertainment, lands 1/2 way up a mountainside. An avalanche starts from all the vibrations, bowls over the dragon, pummeling it with dozens of large boulders and turns it into mincemeat. As the boulders reach the bottom of the mountain, they start breaking off trees and some the smaller hardwood tress become like spears and impale the running giant and 2 of the stampeding mammoths. The first mammoth finally falls over from the clubbing it's getting, which causes the tusk to rip loose. The first giant Then picks her stone hammer back up and clobbers her mate's head for his careless handling of the situation. She then bleeds out. I finally get all the dragon scat out of my eyes and mouth, pick up my Blade of the Burning Souls and ready to fight or run, see all the carnage and start harvesting everything (minus the crushed toe and defiled tusk.)
Just as I finish gathering what I can, the locals (having heard the ruckus and decided to investigate) arrive. Next thing I know, I'm being carried back to the village on their shoulders. Then they throw a major feast (consisting mainly of roasted mammoth and mammoth head cheese) in my honor as the hero of Skyrim. For I am such a mighty warrior, that I slew 3 mammoths, 3 giants and a DRAGON all at the same time. Surely no other could ever hope to be so mighty! The celebration lasted for a whole week and the village was grateful for having their cattle saved from the dragon and having enough meat that wouldn't have to cull any from their already diminished livestock. I was named Jarl of the area and a new castle was commissioned and named Stormcaller Keep. Surely the Divines smiled upon me that day, or maybe they just had a good laugh.
