My character is now Level 32. I'm playing on the default difficulty level. I travel to Windhelm to adopt Sofie and buy some stuff. As I end my conversation with Sofie, a guard comes up to me and says, "We need to do something about these vampire attacks!"
Huh? Oh no . . . not again!
Suspecting the worse - an attack on the city, incompetent guards, blood in the streets . . . you get the idea - I ran through the streets of Windhelm. Sure enough, a battle was taking place right in front of the Palace of the Kings! I gulped a handy bottle of liquid one-hand skill and grabbed my trusty Katana of Fire (which delivers a whopping 102 damage plus 29 fire damage) and joined the fray like a kid at a water park!
I killed the first Master Vampire in one swing. To be fair, he was already injured.
The second took me a bit longer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see two of those damned (and I mean this purely in the spiritual sense) black dogs attacking the guards. I put down my vampire just as my liquid skill wore off, and was forced to take on the NEXT Master Vampire with nothing but raw courage and what I heretofore thought was an extremely overpowered weapon. In the midst of the fray, I struck Helgrid by accident. Immediately, I incurred a bounty. Me! A bounty! And when I finally did send that bloodsvcker into the dark abyss where he belonged, why that old bat of a priestess came after me, swinging a weapon like I wasn't perfectly capable of slaughtering her in two swings!
Fortunately, I restrained myself. Being an Imperial, I cast a soothing spell on her and she came to her senses, but still huffed off like she was the top cat in a feline street fight. Whatever. Then I took stock of the death toll.
And the following is NOT an exaggeration (as difficult as that might be to believe):
Three Master Vampires. Three.
Three Death Hounds.
Two Vampire Thralls.
Tobjorn Shatter-Shield. (Ouch - the expert trainer in two-handed).
Two other Nord citizens whose names escape me because, well, they just weren't important enough to remember.
Three Windhelm (Stormcloak) guards.
It was a sobering moment. It made me pause and think long and hard about what I wanted out of a video game, in much the same way that a glimpse of hagraven claws will make you think about what you want out of life. Or so I'm told. Sure, I'd cut down three Master Vampires and almost cut down a seventy-year-old priestess, but that kind of an accomplishment only gives a person so many bragging rights. And while all human - and Elven - life is valuable, the lump in my throat was there because I had no idea how the hell I was now going to level up two-hand now!
Seriously, Bethesda, I enjoy a roleplay as much as the next nerd - and probably more than many do - but you're killing off the population of my entire cities. And not just the occasional vagrant and beggar but, dammit, the useful people, too! You want to spam a vampire? Fine. You want to spam 2 or 3? Fine. But 5!! And accompanied by two hounds? C'mon, I can't be everywhere at once.
For the love of Talos, gimme a break!





