Haha. Don't play the game then.

Narfi. I really felt heartbroken for the poor guy!

+1

i told him the truth cause i couldn't stand him waiting for nothing

Jon Battle-Born, when he stands in front of Belethor's General Goods Store and starts, for the hundredths time, "Do you know what's wrong with Skyrim these days?" It is almost depressing.

Good thing your not bitter.....

When I did Hircine's quest and got Saviour's Hide. When I found out I could've gotten the ring and the armor, my face was like this:http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGmT7xU6Yr8d_5Q5N8WO1vlUyJpJT-TZQ3u5QpVHJWI_LStCiY

Huh? You can get BOTH?!? Dang it to HECK! I've been trying my best to avoid any spoilers in the game, but please tell me how this is done(unless it's by console command.)

Probably sounds stupid, but I was kinda touched by the final quest for Book of Love.

Hearing the fate of many a young Skyrim child from one of the many dangers of the lands.
Coming across a miners bones and reading his last journal entries.
Entering a dungeon and coming across dozens of prisoners afflicted of lycanthrophy and having been tortured to death.
Seeing a sweet roll and not having any money to buy it

Meeko.

And watching my Boxer chase a Squirel down the hallway and out the door, with my x-box cord wrapped around her leg.

There are lots of sad stories in the game, but the thing that made me most sad was finding a yellow candle casting blue light. Yuck.

RIP stray dog, Vigilance and my horse.
Nord girl saying "will you be my mum?" My character is an Altmer, she must be desperate.
The journals in the lighthouse. Then you find the note on the body. Truly horrible.

I kinda felt bad after the whole lighthouse thing, but returning the old guys remains helped, Meeko's story sounds sad, but I've yet to find him.


.......Of course I haven't really looked for him much either

I was fighting a Necromancer in the bottom of some cave on the southern borders of The Pale. He had been too agile to hit at range, so I charged him with my Dwarven blade drawn, looking to engage in martial combat as I knew I had the advantage there. I closed the gap, and we began the sidesteps and fore and back of the dance of two combatants locked in mortal combat. he continued to hurl jagged hunks of Ice at me, while I tried to get his back to a wall. We moved down the long corridor of this cave slowly; his agility keeping him away from my lunges and swings, and mine keeping me out of the line of his ice bolts. Eventually we approached a sharp corner of the cave that shrunk down to a short narrow path. he would not be able to dodge my attacks much longer.

I side stepped what was to be his last attempt at impaling me with his conjured ice, and went for it, thrusting my Dwarven sword as hard as I could. His eyes grew large as he braced for the end, knowing he would not be able to avoid my blade this time.

What happened next haunts me to this day. Just as i thought I would be the victor, Lydia dashed in to crush his head with her elven mace. I could not stop the blow. I landed a critical hit, and ran her through from behind. She gasped and whispered "no...." before collapsing in the shallow water, dead by my hand. We had fought so long together, she had thought of the same strategy as I had, and attacked the necromancer at the opportune time, just as I had.

I looked at her in shock. what had I done? It was impossible wasnt it? A cruel laugh from the necromancer brought me back to the moment, and enraged me. I swung my blade as I cried out at him and caught him right in the shoulder, sending him to one knee where he then begged for mercy. Mercy? No. I sheathed my sword, and pummeled him with my gauntlet covered fist as he cried out. When he collapsed I kept hitting him. I struck him as hard as i could until I was exausted, and he was left a broken sack of lifeless trash.

Further in the cave down the narrow passage where this had all transpired was a small room with a chair near a fireplace. I carried lydia's body there, and put her to rest on a fur bedroll nearby. I took her mace, and left a lavender flower behind. I returned to Whiterun to inform the Jarl of the sad news. I had her mace enchanted so that it damages magicka with each blow. I still carry that mace, and when i encounter those damned necromancers I use it. Each dead necromancer is a victory, but all have remained hollow so far- no amount of bloody vengeance returns my comrade in arms.

Can I just give you a list of when/where the game crashes on me?

When I lead Faendal to a Giant Camp on a bounty mission and he got rag-dolled. One second he was there, the next... poof.

Also, returning from Glenmoril Coven with plenty of heads...

when i found Lydia's dead ash pile... damn mages of Winterhold.

Spolier



Finding the Dark Brotherhood santuary burned

Whenever a dragon attacks and kills an outside blacksmith I often barter with. I lost Alvor and Adrianne this way (the latter being by a non-quest dragon that made it into Whiterun, when my MQ progress was at the Elder Knowledge stage. This dragon also killed Amren during that same attack, too)

Tim (aka the Slipperman)

i second this, they were like my family, although finding astrid was pretty nice, helped cheer me up a bit

"Oh boy, my fifth TES game... I hope Bethesda weren't lying about the PS3 version's quality." "Let's see here..." "..."

I'm being completely serious.

Frostflow lighthouse.. I remember going through there. Sad moments indeed.

Losing Alvor during a dragon attack on Riverwood The dragon was flying around overhead, and he'd waded into the river trying to get into the fray, trying to defend his home from Alduin's horde. The dragon did a couple strafing runs on him, and by the end of the battle, two guards lay dead, covered in dragonfrost. I feared the worst for Alvor. A little searching, and I found his body floating in the river. I dragged his body out of the water and lay his corpse to rest at the foot of a tree.

Battling my way up a mountain with lydia, slaying a dragon along the way. We reach the summit, take in the view and decide to head back down, on the road down an angry frost troll leaps from out of nowhere and begins to attack us. Lydia was dead before I'd landed my third strike on the beast. I carried her body back to the summit, I felt it was a fitting final resting place. DAMN YOU TROOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLS!

When I realized Skyrim was all there was to Skyrim.

I was clearing out a fort full of necromancers with meeko. At some point a enemy trapped me behind a corner with his spell. He stood on the other side of a pond laughing an cursing at my hopeless situation, when i noticed meeko was gone. Carefully looking around the corner i see the most amazing sight. Meeko engaging the bastard! he must have flanked him. This gives me the time to rush over to them, but instead of attacking the necromancer i let meeko do it, making sure to keep him healed. He deserves it

Further in we enter a long hallway were a powerful caster makes his last stand. His spells makes it hard for us to move up. Sadly this is exactly what meeko attempts, and i see him go down. Not having time to grieve i retreat behind the corner. The sound of a body being resurrected reaches my ear, and around the corner comes... Meeko. The bastard reanimated my own dog against me! "Fine, if thats how you want to play" i thought and raises one of his dead friends.

After the fight the only thing that is left of meeko is a pile of dust Now that, that was a sad moment.