I have for you an epic tale, a grand story of my adventure and my undoing.

Upon receiving a bounty for a dragon I glanced at my 'compass'. Gathering my wit and strength I headed in the general direction of the marker, thinking to myself "I wonder what I should make for dinner?" Upon reaching the destination of the Blood Dragon that had been terrorizing Skyrim's citizenry, I crouched low, applied a poison to my arrow before nocking it and drawing back the string with all my might. I let fly the herald of this dragon's doom, the poison instantly effecting the great beast as it soared high before plummeting from the sky into the earth. Sliding toward me at a great speed I moved slightly to the left to let him pass. The beast rose but instantly succumbed to the force of my sneak damage multiplier, convulsing and twitching as the rag doll effect took him. I walked toward my worthy foe with not so much as a glance at the ground beneath my feet, thus was my undoing. Before I knew what had happened I tripped and fell to the ground, death's rag-doll effect took me. As I glanced around in search of the talented adversary that bested me I found no man, mer or beastfolk but a Cart. This simple cart rolled away unbeknownst to the fact it had slain the one hope of all of Tamriel. Thus the Dragonborn, savior of Skyrim met his untimely end at the hands(?) of this small, wheeled goods transporter.

I wish they all were moveable.