» Tue May 29, 2012 2:15 am
My fight against him was hell. It was my first dragon priest, and the bastard that killed Lydia.
I had no idea how tough they were, nor did I know that Krosis was there. I learned the word, heard his coffin pop, and turned around to have fire engulf the entire battlefield...I had no idea what was happening. I took a swing at him with my hammer, and took a good chunk of his health out, but his toughness wasn't the problem. That was the only hit I got on him at all; after that, he just kept backing up and shooting fireballs at me. So I sprinted for cover, and ended up hiding behind the curve of the word wall. I had no idea where Lydia was, and only saw the unmoving red dot on my compass. I tried archery, but thirty or so dwarven arrows did nothing. The only practical way I had to damage him was the Fire Breath shout, and I only have one word of it.
So every so often, I'd hit him with that, and he'd move. So I'd move. It ended with he and I circling the large vertical rock in the center of that outcropping, on opposite sides. Whenever I'd see him move, I'd move, staying on opposite ends of an invisible, straight line, like the hands of a clock fused in opposite direction. Then I'd pop out and breath fire at him. I fought him for almost thirty minutes IRL. When he was dead, I found Lydia's corpse, blown off the side of the mountain and slumped up against its wall, face forward.
[censored] Dragon Priests.