» Tue May 29, 2012 5:09 am
Two.
It was on the side of a mountain, I had just come out of a dungeon and was pretty beaten up.
No potions, no food, no companion.
One Blood jumped me from above and as soon as I engaged him another came speeding up the slope.
Both were frost... I'm a Nord with a flaming greatsword.
I stood my ground.
I slowly walked home, weighed down by their bones and the loot of the barrow... humming that bard song about the Dragonborn.