I already did?

I'll be sure to explain it more in other stories. But lets say the ideals of the thalmor and stendarr are not shared by her. Being forced to abide by their beliefs and standards are opposite of her own.

Finally reached 90 in Smithing so going to craft me some deadric armor

Sigyn was in Solitude to sell some loot, when the shopkeeper of Radiant Raiment talked her into going to the Blue Palace and do some modelling. An ELF managed to talk her into going to THE BLUE PALACE, how did that happen? To tell the truth, Sigyn has been quite curious about the woman who the Empire wants as High Queen, and the elf offered an excuse to go see her. And some nice clothes. She could get used to wear clothes like that.

In the palace, she felt like an intruder. Everyone comdemned Ulfric's challenge of Torygg, as expected. She couldn't help but wonder what they would say if she opened her mouth and let out one of those shouts that little Elisif thought were so horrible. She knows far deadlier shouts than Unrelenting Force! She felt relieved when she left the palace.

The next day, a dragon practically landed on her head when she was just outside Solitude, she didn't even hear it until a couple of Vigilants of Stendarr alerted her. After killing it, she continued to the northwest. She chased a hostile conjurer almost all the way to Rimerock Burrow, where she thought she would find Barbas, who disappeared when she told him to wait for her a couple of days ago. She didn't, but she did retrieve the Rueful Axe.

On her way back, she met three men from the Companions and helped them fight a snow bear. One of them, a big handsome guy, thought she should go to Whiterun and join them. Maybe she will, but she really doesn't have time right now, with the war and the dragons and all. She saw an interesting structure up a hill, climbed there and found a word wall and her first Dragon Priest. After a tough fight he finally fell down dead (for real), and she could lay her hands on his mask and a nice sum of gold.

She then found a pond and went for a swim despite the rain. After spending the night in Dragonbridge, she travelled to Whiterun by Rorikstead (Erik hadn't come home yet, to her disappointment). She met an Imperial patrol and liberated their prisoner, but other than that nothing special happened. She sold her loot in Whiterun - she's beginning to have quite a bit of coin now, hopefully she can buy a house next time she's in Windhelm, word is Hjerim is still for sale. Now she's about to head back to that Daedric prince with the axe.

Then she supposed to see the Greybeards and ask them about a very special shout. And she really should report back to Ulfric, now that Falkreath is liberated and all. She's trying to put that off as long as possible, hoping these disturbing thoughts she's been having lately stops by themselves (probably futile, but still, falling in love with your high commander seems like a really bad idea, she thinks).

I'm lurking around Winterhold trying to survie the new monsters from a mod I got, I occasionally steal something to mess with the guards too.
I'm thinking about joining the College, that is as soon as I'm done annoying Faraldar or whatever her name is on the bridge, currently throwing stuff at her with a Telekinesis spell.

Updates here: http://niamhwoodelf.wordpress.com/about/where-is-niamh/.
Folgunthur has given up it's secrets - and now she's off again, but there are some decisions to be made along the way...

Im not the only one that honestly spends way too long sometimes just running around skyrim occasionally hunting am I? I won't even realize I'm doing it til a dragon pops up to say hi.

Thats usually what I do early on with new characters. Run around exploring until most of the map is found. Then I settle down doing quests I feel my character would find accepable to take on.

Unfortunatly didn't do anything in Skyrim last night so I don't have anything new from Kaileena to report.

Turning Dragons into sweet rolls with my wabbajack

Okay...so SHE hates THEM...but why do THEY hate HER?
Killing their dudes? Fair enough.

I want to hang out with this guy xD

their attitudes and general lack of respect in the allowance of other beliefs is part of her hatred towards them. It all started with an innocently asked question on her part which got her attacked. Now she kills them without hesitation simply for spite.

On that topic... haha

Kaileena had another run in with the Thalmor tonight. She was travelling the road near Whiterun and feeling rather cheerful having just convinced some farmer to help a very weird man with a coffin in a wagon. Kaileena always seemed to have a sixth sense about things and in her gut she knew the foolish farmer would regret not helping the seemingly crazy and completely off his rocker "jester". She had convinced him that the sooner he got that fool away from his farm, the sooner his family would be safe. "The fellow just doesn't seem to have a logical bone in his body." She had said. "Get that wheel on hos wagon and he'll be gone. Infact I'll even wait around to make sure."

That of course seemed to take all day. Apparently the jester did not understand the fine arts of lubrication and his wagon wheel and steering rack were quite damaged. So it was late now as Kaileena walked across the fields towards a creek. Perhaps She would find a nice place to set up camp and take a bath. But it was then she saw them running towards her. A familier silouette of figures sprinting across the landscape towards her. There was nothing for them to hide behind as the land here was quite flat. "So much for my quiet evening..." she muttered under her breath as she set down her things and waited for them to approach.

With her great Deadric sword in hand, the female orc watched with bright blue eyes as the three thalmor agents circled her. One clutched a letter in her hand and Kaileena could only wonder if they got her face right this time on it. She was not exactly ugly for an orc after all. Her heavy steel armor chestplate rose and fell as her firm body beneith it took in a breath. A strand of dark hair quivered in the breeze that escaped her dark lips.

"Look... we all know how this is going to end. Your going to tell me how your going to kill me... how you will display my rotting corpse as a reminder to those who defy the thalmor..." Kaileena spoke to the leader in an even tone. "But you know as well as I that you three are not the first to come after me... and unless your the best." she sighed. "I'll be slaying more of you... many more infact."

"Ha!" the thalmor leader scoffed. "You sound confident. But there are three of us and only one of you. Why even resist?"

"Because its my nature... I'm an a proud orc. Under the gaze of Malacath I will die bravely in battle with my sword in my hand. Tonight is a good night to die. But I won't be the one dying tonight."

It was then that she attacked. Kicking up her blade from the ground in a cloud of dust and grass. Her first blow was a warning, a large arch with the flat side of her blade against the wind. The force of the swing ruffled the robes of the nearby mage who quickly stepped back knowing she might as well have been naked for all the good her robes would do against that sword. Kaileena's next blow struck the second thalmor agent's blade, knocking it from her hand. With a rising knee, the orc then kicked her hard in the jaw and sent her sprawling into the swaying grass.

There was a flash of fire, the heat of it as the bolt flew past her head caused Kaileena's snarling face to illuminate for a brief moment. She turned to the mage who threw it and with a quick dash closed the gap between them The mage gasped as cold hard ebony of Kaileena's deadric greatsword passed through her chest and severed her spine in a spray of blood. She spat blood in Kaileena's face as the blade withdrew and as Kaileena wiped her eyes quickly, the leader attacked. Her mace struck hard into the steel of the orc's armor, sparking in the night and causing her to stumble forward. "Ah... a sneak attack from behind, I can respect that because that was your only chance to have bested me."

The orc spun from her dropped knee, her great sword swishing through the air as it sliced upwards in a large arch. Through the handle of the mace, taking the hand that held it with it. It was over then as Kaileena continued her swing and spun another circle and sliced the high elf in two. Only one remained now, the first one she attacked. Still groggy and stumbling to get back to her feet. She had no weapon in her hand so Kaileena shouldered her own and stepped forward. Blood sprayed as Kaileena's fists pounded into the thalmor's face, toppling her over in the process. The orc straddled her and continued her beating until the body ceased to twitch beneith her.

Kaileena slowly rose to her feet and wiped the blood from her face. So much for a relaxing eve under the stars. Now she had to move on, maybe continue to Whiterun and check on things in breeze home. Last time she had been there her love had complained that Lydia was not helping keep the place clean. But before she left, there was something Kaileena felt compelled to do.

The next morning as Whiterun guards patrolled from the tower not to far from the farmer's home, a grisly sight was discovered. Three naked thalmor, one cut in half were neatly placed upon a large rock. Their armor lay scattered nearby along with their weapons. But what was really disturbing was the array of blue deathbell flowers, one on the neck of each agent. And the contract note with blood smearing the target's name to the point it was un readable, pinned to the chest of one of them by an orcish dagger.

"I'd rather take an arrow to the knee then have been one of these poor thalmor fighting who ever it was that left them like this." one of the guards spoke before they moved back on to their patrols. Someone else could clean up this mess.

I let Nord warrior Sigyn take a short break last night and sent Imperial mage Orfeo out adventuring instead. He's been hanging out in Riverwood and Whiterun, talked with people about the war (which apparently is far worse than the general impression is in Cyrodiil) and what it's like to be a mage in Skyrim, checked out some pretty women, and found out how fun it is to roast draugrs.

this should give you an idea, im just going to post my character's story-

my character's back-story is a Nord named Kane, who came to skyrim to run away from his life of crime. The first thing he did when he got to the city of Whiterun is join the companions. Soon, after a month or 2, After kodlak died, Kane became the leader of the companions after his heroic actions to wipe out the silver hand and cure kodlak of lycanthropy in death. A few weeks later, Kane cured himself from lycanthropy after kodlak's message got to him. After he cured himself, Kane went to Windhelm to sign up for the Stormcloak Rebellion. After tense fighting and days of pain, Kane beside Ulfric Stormcloak, cut the head off of the Legion in skyrim, and after Ulfric Made a speech with Kane beside him, he walked through the crowd of Stormcloak soldiers as they looked at him in awe and went home. After the War Kane got married and was happy for a few months until he came home to see his wife killed. He thought about leaving Skyrim when he heard the triumphs of Dawnguard and decided to leave and start a new life there. Kane has no idea what Dawnguard has in store for him, but soon he will see....

Randomly wandering from place to place pillaging villages and shouting guards into outer space

Got to level 27.

Incinerated all 3 people for Astrid. Will join the DB later.

Did mischellanious quests.

Hauled up the stupid mountain. Met the greybeards. God's, they talk a lot.

Tried to find Faralda to buy spells but she and most of the others disapeared for no reason.

Killed Movarth.

Fought a draugr death overlord.

Blood On The Ice broke, like always.
So sold the amulet to Calixto.
Shame she can't help him ressurect his sister.

Will have more to add later. But Kaileena had a busy day yesterday.

She finally caved in and joined the Imperials despite her hatred for the Thalmor. She joined for other reasons, some of which include Ulfric Stormcloak being a coward. She plans on ripping his head off with her hands the ftrst chance she encounters him (back story to this in the works)

She also became a Bard as well as Thane of Solitude. Bought a fancy house and now has a new house carl. Kaileena plans on moving her wife to Solitude. In the next coming weeks it may be the safest place for her.

Kaileena also came across the Thalmor compound. The gates were locked and the guard walking inside did not seem interested in letting her in. She even banged on the gates. It would seem they knew she was out there and were hiding in fear. Something tells me she'll find a way in. Invited or otherwise. It will be a blood bath.

Traveling around Skyrim Lv 65 Nord named Rognak "The Bone Crusher" I have been playing non stop today and I must say the only discouragement is the Necromancers Amulet glitch i didnt give it to Calixo before I killed him and its stuck as "A Strange Amulet' but other than that turned up the difficulty to master and the only creatures that stand a slight chance against me is The Falmer ShadowMasters ,The Ancient and Elder dragons and of course The Dragr Deathlords. Thats if I dont have my Daedric Greatsword "Flame Cleaver" on my person

Waiting for 1.6 patch so I can remake Buffy Summers again and try to get it right this time (I've tried her twice but I keep losing the plot and making mistakes, and this time her journal got severely glitched). The Dawnguard DLC sounds like it was made just for me.

In the meantime, I've restarted an old character concept, a female Orc berserker I call Ace. Unfortunately she can't wield a Nitro-9 enhanced baseball bat, so she makes do with Orcish 2H weapons. She smiths, but her main goal in life is to hit things really hard.

I ran her through the usual early game quests around Riverwood/Whiterun, and then did something I hadn't done yet -- I went to Solitude and joined the Legion. Well sort of. The first test mission that I got sent on was very difficult (5 restarts) and I realized that at level 9 I was not yet ready, and there was a reason that it's recommended to to the MQ first. So instead of reporting back to Legate Rikke it was back to Whiterun, grab Lydia and off to High Hrothgar. Avoided most sidequests along the way, although we did clear Shroud Hearth Barrow just for fun and XP. And I finally found the giant tree bridge, which Lydia had trouble getting across. She's such a dim bulb, but I love her anyway. I

Back in Whiterun, before heading off to Hjaalmarch for the Jurgen Windcaller quest, I decided to clear a journal entry and went and talked to the Companions. Not sure yet if I'm going to go all the way, but I just had a fun time with Farkas at Dustman's Cairn. That last draugr wave attack is always a party. Ace tore through them like tissue paper. And I didn't even use Berserk because I'd accidentally already used it. Well you know what they say -- no one bests an Orc.

Once I get fully Fus-Ro-Dah'ed, it's back to the Legion and on with the war.

by far, I love playing as an orc, No one bests an orc thats for sure. they are great at smashing stuff.

Tonight Kaileena (beautiful female orc.. well for an orc) left her new home in Solitude. She had spent the eve before at the Winking Sheever where some drunk soul over an arm wresting match informed her the Thalmor had an Embassy nearby. Kaileena's hatred for the Thalmor stemmed from a dramatic and life altering experience she had had with then when she was just coming of age. And that hatred followed her, clung to her like rain on a blade of grass ever since.

She got to the place by following a not so known road but one she had travelled before. There were no patrols either and no guard at the gates as she neared. And she fully expected there to be. After all she carried several Justicar orders from there for her death. Kaileena was disapointed in all this, having just freshly smithed a two handed great Deadric battle axe with a Deadric heart she found helping the citizens of Dawnstar but a few nights ago.

The front gate was locked from the inside it seemed as Kaileena could not find a way in. Making her way through the snow she went around the exterier wall until she found a spot to climb pver. Snow swirled around her feet as she landed, her green fingers dripping the handle of her axe in anticipation of an attack. There was none. In fact it was not until she approached the front door of the embassy did she see the dark outline of a Thalmor mage through the blowing snow. "My I help you?" Kaileena was greeted by the girl, who seemed to have no idea who the orc before her was.

Kaileena looked past her to see another mage by the door and three more thalmor in elven light armor patrolling nearby. "Perhaps..." she paused as she locked her cold blue eyes onto the mage's red ones. "What is this place? The gate was locked and I had to climb over the wall to get in."

"Wait... you climbed in?" The mage's voice became alarmed. "Intruder! We have an intruder!"

The Orc with the grace of a dancer swung her great battle axe from her shoulders and cleaved off the mage's head in one swift motion. But before the mage hit the floor, Kaileena had arrows and bolts of lightening to dodge. Knowing she could not keep away from all of them she fell back to the front gate and forced them to close in on her. It was a plan that worked well as bows were exchanged for swords. The battle was swift and soon bodies fell and blood flowed and stained the snow red. Kaileena left the mages for last and as bolts of lightening drained her of strength, she kept up the attack until the last one lay at her feet with her axe nearly splitting the body in two.

Survaying her work, she noted there was eight mages and thalmor soldiers in all. It was a good fight and she stacked the bodies under a light post by rocks edging the stairs to the front door. There was likely more inside but Kaileena had made her point for the evening. Leaving her calling card, eight blue deathbells on each corpse, Kaileena took what she wanted from them and left.

Last I saw her she was headed into a Draugr crypt not far from there in search of a word of power.

I am still trying to build the perfect hardcoe game. Every time I get to level 20 a new mod comes out that makes the game harder and better and I start all over. Highest I ever got was on the initial play when the game came out, got to level 54 (all vanilla).

So now I have a two week vacation which I plan to be my perfect game and put in about 150 hours with my posse (game will not be survivable without companions - at least 6). Had good experience with testing that build so far and just hope no great mod comes out in the next few weeks.

At the moment, my level 6 Altmer mage is at Broken Limb Camp tangling with two giants. By tangling with them, I really mean practicing my destruction skills. Stick and move, stick and move, that's the way you get it done...even if it takes all day long. At least I'll level up my destruction skill a few more time before they're dead.

Right now my most treasured character is sneaking around in the woods looking for a nice prey to shoot with his bow for either food or pelt. I simply abandoned the story line after the escape quest and turned my character into a simple huntsman staying with his friends in Riverwood selling hunted game for a living. Even though I don't play him that often it is very relaxing to just walk in simple clothes with a bow over my shoulder and a fine knife dangling around my waist, into the woods or mountains to look for a nice target.

My storyline is a completely different character for that matter, a filthy rich thief equipped with the best weapons money can buy, slitting throats left right and centre and shooting dragons with his bow on a regular basis.

Continuing with Ace, whom I'm starting to grow very fond of. I may keep her going after 1.6. Hopefully she won't get too glitched.

After returning with the shards of Wuuthrad, the Companions formally accepted me as their shield sister. Now I have a place to call home. Well, I was able to share the Jarl's bed, but it felt awkward. Their smith, Eorlund Gray-Mane, made me a Skyforge battleaxe and a set of wolf armor, which is very strong and light. I've switched to battleaxe because the warhammers were just too slow. I've heard rumors of one that's lighter and faster to swing. I'll have to investigate that some day.

I sent Lydia back to Dragonsreach. I was starting to find her attitude annoying. She says she's sworn to carry my burdens, but her tone says she'd just as soon dump all my stuff in the river. Seeking a more pleasant companion, I went to Rorikstead, where I'd previously helped out a nice boy named Erik, who wanted to be an adventurer. I crafted a good set of studded armor for him, and took along a Skyforge greatsword that a Silver Hand had dropped (how he got it I'd like to know). Erik was very happy with his new gear. Like many Nords, he prefers light armor and 2-handed weapons, trusting in his agility to protect him.

Erik and I set off toward Ustengrav to retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller for the Graybeards. I wasn't sure how this youngster would fare in a fight, but he handled himself well against some bandits who'd set up a "toll booth" on the road. He was particularly accurate with the Imperial bow I'd given him. He did even better at a fort that had been taken over by some necromancers. At one point I found myself out of position to support him, and he got surrounded by a mage and four skeletons. My fault for not watching his back. But he didn't seem to mind. He taunted them as they rained blows down on him. By the time I was able to get down from the battlements to assist him, it was over. He was surrounded by a pile of bones, and one dead necromancer.

We stopped for the night at Morthal. A grim town. Everyone seems upset about something. In the morning we finished our journey to Ustengrav. Arriving outside its entrance, we discovered bandits. I tried to sneak into a position for a bow shot but I was spotted. Well, I'm an Orc. We don't really do sneaky. I turned to warn Erik but didn't see him. Maybe he'd circled around? Too late to find out -- suddenly it was I who was surrounded by four foes. I found bandits to be a bit tougher than skeletons, but in short order I dispatched them all. As I stood catching my breath, Erik sauntered up with a grin on his face. I grinned back. No words needed to be said. Now to grab this Horn thingy. Shouldn't be too hard. No one bests an Orc. Or Erik the Slayer.

My new character Diel, Imperial warrior(heavy armor) is a character I have created with a backstory, one that tells, of his families murder by the hands of a pack of ice trolls. He ventures north from Cyrodill stalking the pack of trolls for revenges, just as he finds them, he is caught in the imperial ambush against Ulfric and his men.