» Sun Jun 10, 2012 6:29 am
I was in "the zone" (meaning: entranced by the game and not saving) trying out the southern route from Falkreath to Riverwood for the first time. After numerous interesting encounters (bandits ambushing from scaffolding, Stendaar Vigilantes fighting vampires, wildlife encounters, etc.), Janessa and I were feeling pretty cocky when we stumbled across a cabin with burnt corpses and a note about a dragon lair.
She smiled, gave me a thumbs up, and off we went. Finally after a cold night in a blizzard and lots of mountain climbing, I spotted the reptile sleeping on his perch down below -- yeah, we were way high where the air is thin, thin. I drop to sneak, line up the shot with my bow, take a deep breath, and let it fly. I was too high up, apparently; the arrow fell short, bounced off the mountain below and into the lair. "Welp," I thought, "at least now it'll be a fair fight," as the dragon went airborne with a roar.
Scratch that. It wasn't a fair fight now. Because of location -- rocks, cliffs, crevices everywhere -- we were at a distinct disadvantage in that we didn't have wings. Nonetheless, we pelted it with arrows when we could and the beast's health slowly waned. Fortunately, fate at least gave us a smile since he was a fire breather, those boots of dwindling fire I'd given Janessa made her almost impervious to his air attacks and she never had to slow down to look for cover.
Meanwhile, I began to realize that he'd be needing to land soon ... but where? As I looked around, there was absolutely no space available near us. Sure enough, she spiked him again with another arrow and he started flying like a crazy dragon, desperately looking for a spot to engage us on land. I panicked a bit, said, "Screw it!" and quickly descended the mountain to his lair via strategic sliding and lateral movements. No way Janessa would get down to help out but, hey, I was in the zone, you know.
Soon as I'm down, he comes in for a crash landing and roars in my face. I roar back and mark him with death;he's now a cupcake. I straddle to his wing side to deliver two regulars plus a power attack; he's now a squashed cupcake. After the animations play out and he's nothing but a skeleton, I see Janessa standing at his tail. It was our first dragon encounter together, so she got to see the dragonborn legend come to life. Epic.
Then I thought, "Wow, I'm surprised she got down here already. In fact, HOW did she get down. Meh, who cares. It rocks that our first dragon was this dramatic ... Wait, how long had she been there? Was she there when I shouted? ... Oh, crapola. If she was, then she is now also ... marked."
Yep, first wildlife we encountered later (an ice wolf) killed her with one chomp. My last save was all the way back in Falkreath. I was devastated at losing that epic adventure due to a reload (thus, wiping it from my PC's life), but I couldn't stomach losing Janessa to a glitch.