User blog:Allmyself666/Greatest dragon fights we have had.

This is my very first port so I hope you all enjoy it and please pardon any spelling mistakes.

In this post I would like for you to share the most epic fight you have had with a non-scripted dragon. Scripted dragons include the very first dragon you fought, the one you fight with Delphine, Alduin, Paarthurnax, Odahviing, the skeleton dragon, and any other such dragons from the main game or dlc. They must random encounters. Please.

Let me tell you a little about my character

My character's name is Sarra, level 55. She is a young, red haired (chose the long hair style with the single braid), female Breton with a very light build who specializes in destruction and conjuration magic, one-handed weapons, bloke, archery and a few other skills. At the time I was focusing on magic so she had next to no weapons except for a staff of lightning bolt and ice storm, Spellbreaker, and Dawnbreaker. She was wearing the mage’s circlet, master robes of conjuration, The Gauldur Amulet, a ring of health, and bracers and boots that had no relevant effects.

I have beaten the game including all faction quests and the civil war (legion for the win). I have a PS3 and therefore do not own any of the dlc.

The story will be told from her point of view.

             I was at the Collage of Winterhold to retrieve a daedric artifact that I kept there as well as to gat some much needed R&R from the heavy blizzard that covered the mountain side. Just as I approached the door I herd the booming roar of an ancient dragon circling overhead. Anger filled me as I remembered the last two times I fought a dragon on these grounds. Several of my students were almost killed in this tinny courtyard and I was in no mood for another fight at the moment. As I prepared for battle a thought struck me as I gazed up the collage tower. I rushed through the double doors and raced up the stairs of the tower past my living quarters and to the very top of the collage. My idea was realized as the beast spotted me and began circling my location, ignoring the students on the grounds below as well as the town. Taking up Spellbreaker and my staff of lightning I took my stance as the dragon dove for me. Its mouth opened to release a burning stream of ice. Spellbreaker did its job at absorbing the deadly shout but the burning chill of the cold still seeped into my bones. When it passed overhead I let out several bolts from my staff, most of which found their mark. This pattern of block and attack continued until my staff lost its charge. I studied my foe only to discover that my attacks had little effect. Debating as to whether I should use my staff of ice storm I decided against it as the spell was to slow to hit my target. The dragon flew off to begin another dive giving me time to search my inventory. Looking through my scrolls I noticed that among the few I came across in my travels was a scroll of Guardian Circle and Summon Storm Atronach, the later of which I knew how to cast on my own. I brought out the scroll of summoning and cast the spell next to me. The daedra formed itself in time to launch a fury of bolts at the dragon while I healed myself and drank a potion to increase my magic pool as well as speed up its regeneration. I joined in with thunderbolt immediately after. Sadly upon the beast’s next attack my summon fell to the deadly ice turret leaving me to fend for myself, as I did not wish to waste my precious magic on another weak summoning or a bound bow. Alone and low on options I search inside myself for a power that could aid me, and the words appeared. STRUN, BAH, QO. The plan formed in my mind. After narrowly dodging my foes attack I leapt to the center of the tower and read my scroll of guardian circle. My fist rose to the stormy skies, I summoned the magic of the scroll to my hands. As the charging finished I closed my hand into a tight fist and slammed it into the tower, summoning the healing circle around me. My foe dove for me again. I raised my head and shouted the words of power, STRUN BAH QO!!! It evaded, thinking that the shout was meant for it when really it was meant for what laid behind. The sky. What was once a harsh blizzard had now become a raging ocean of wind and lightning death. The great beast, which before had casually soared through the skies, was now franticly trying to avoid the bolts of the storm. Twisting and turning, diving and rising, the beast realized that it could not escape and once again focused its rage on me. But I was ready, quickly drinking bottles of restore health and magic I cast Ironflesh upon myself and began to dual cast Fireball. My foe and I engaged in a second pattern, only this time none of us ran. We both danced a beautiful dance of ice and fire and storm for what seemed like hours. Our health draining, flesh and scales burning and freezing, defenses waning, we danced on. Neither of us giving ground, neither of us retreating, neither of us sure when the other would fall. As the hour like minutes passed the beast finally changed its part in the dance. The great dragon came to a hover just before the tower. It inhaled deeply, preparing to release its icy breath. Eager to end this fight I summoned to my right hand one of my newest and most powerful spells, Incinerate. I launched the spell at my foe and watched as its wings became enveloped in flames. The stress of battle finally became too much for it and it had no other choice but to land, on top of the tower. I stood at its right wing. Searing hate filled the beast’s black eyes as it landed next to me. My health was low, my energy sapped, my potions taxed except for a potion of restore magic which I drank before it landed, leaving me with just enough magic for one last spell. The beast’s head turned slowly to face me. Our eyes met and a shared understanding came between us. The next attack would be the last. Time came to a crawl. My foe’s mouth opened, its icy breath building inside. The storm was coming to an end. I pulled back my hand, charging Incinerate. The dragon roared, its breath of cold death flowed from its gapping maw. Incinerate left my hand, slowing meeting the ice. Suddenly, the storm that answered the summons of my Thu’um unleashed one final bolt. The crawling slowness of time came to a near standstill as fire, frost, and lightning all met at the same moment. The world was engulfed by a flashing vortex of red blue and purple, and then all was white. No sound met my ears, no smell entered my nose, and my eyes perceived no sight other then the blinding white of the moment.

             Then the flow of power from the dragon’s soul filled me, and my senses returned. Color came back to the world. The sounds of the storm were fading. And I beheld my fallen foe. The first rays of light pierced the clouded sky and illuminated the bones of the once mighty dragon and myself, the warmth of the sun calming my weakened body. I gazed out at the now clear view of Skyrim, my home, and the place I shall continue to protect until the end of my time. Then I returned inside and got some much needed sleep. I hoped you all enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it.