Hello, as the title said. What happen to you when you ended the civil war, solve any trouble in all holds, helping people as much as you can and defeating the greatest threat in Tamriel.(He's a big dragon)

Here's what happen to me.
After he help many people and serve the Imperial army he felt proud, happy but guilty and sad because of all the people he had slain in battle in the civil war. He felt that one day someone is going to lose one of their's family member if he continue to fight so he decided to pack way is armor, weapens and any from of death and destruction.
Even he pact his stuff away, he still afriad that someone will claim his life but even one thing he's afriad of.....his soul being trap and being send to after the death of his.
He been to Sovngarde and Tsan promise him that one day he will arrive as a hero.
Everynight he dream of the face of the people he killed and he think about the conversation that he talk to Hadvor about the life they had taken before they charge into battle.
The dragonborn promise himself that never to take life or use any of his power for any reasons and he decided to retired at Solitude. He liked to travel from city to city to visit his friends and pay his respect to the people that died along side with him.


This is the story of my James the Honourable.
Now, let's hear your story!

My story:




The dragonborn was so ugly that everyone died. The end.

.... THAT DIDN'T HELP AT ALL!!!!! :'(

His mighty labours done, and grim determination in his heart, the Dragonborn then set about set about retrieving all the books, scabbards, jewelry, double-distilled skooma and other assorted miscellany he had promised the good folk of Skyrim he would personally fetch... but as of yet hadn't had the time or inclination to attend to... and so the legend of his general helpfullness spread.

As the ages passed, his story faded from memory, but still true sons and daughters of Skyrim would invoke his name when they mis-laid their car-keys.

I just retire to Whiterun. I chop wood, sell them. I go out to hunt and sell the meat and hide. Sometimes I train by beating up a dummy.

When my Dovahkiin is really bored, she goes to find a fort or a cave and explore that.

Every month, she makes a journey to Helgen to pay respect to those who couldn't make it out, and meditate on how close SHE was to not making it out.

She secretly pines for Hadvar, wishes he could love her as she does him. So she married a Nord who resembled Hadvaor and forced him to let her call him 'Hadvie'.

Raptor the Stormcloak Imperial, having looted every bandit camp, crafted every weapon, and made deals with every daedra, decided he wanted more power. More power than any single living thing could call claim to. So he got out his trusty soul-trapping bow and proceeded to kill everything, except for the annoying invincible "important" people. Then he realized he could only use one soul gem per enchantment and was forever alone.