User blog comment:Blood Reaper/Things I've learned in Skyrim/@comment-3429008-20120625185844

Schools of magic are to Dragons what flames are to moths.

Any combat can be won by judicious use of temporal manipulation.

High Elves are gifted with an oft fatal overabundance of arrogance, evil, and susceptability to sustained fire.

There is no such thing as an honest surrender.

A few strips of cloth, pauldrons and gauntlets qualify as heavy armour, and offer protection equivalent to iron plate.

Elven armour may be complex, beautiful and shiny, but it is inferior to scale and bits of dead animal.

The most suitable person to inherit from the recently killed high elven ambassador is the person who randomly smashed his head in with a pickaxe.

Currency is universal between two empires that despise each other, all rebel forces, barbaric tribes, evil sun-hating goblin-elf things, and long defunct steampunk civilisations.

There are four songs in the province, and two of these are the same one with some words switched.

Despite there being no evidence of border patrols between rebel and loyalist holds, no-one ever notices the similarities between two said songs, hunts down the author and hangs him by his figgin.

Related to the above: Travel between loyalist and rebel holds is completely uninhibited. The Stormcloaks will not stop a blood-soaked altmer in Legion armour or Thalmor robes, and the Imperials will hardly bat an eyelid at a mead-crazed nord wearing Windhelm colours wearing a bear on his head, swinging a greataxe and belting out the Age of Oppression.

All predatory animals have a deathwish.

There are few things more hilarious than leading a group of giants into attacking the gates of Whiterun, particularly when random flying lizards get involved.

However, one of these few things is dangling Ulfric and Galmar's eternal decapitated heads in front of defeated rebel Jarls.

Guard duty in Winterhold, consisting of desperately fighting of attacks by dragons (which, as mentioned, find the town fascinating despite it being small, scrawny and lacking in ketchup) is the most boring thing ever.

Forsworn Briarhearts will return from death to hire thugs to kill you for stealing their vital organs.

Barring Dovahkiins, virtually the most powerful individual in Skyrim is a kleptomaniac cat with a tendency towards explosions.