Any one with a sad story about any topic,followers particularly are interesting.
Any one with a sad story about any topic,followers particularly are interesting.
^ Thank God I didn´t have to go through the 30 year cutscene. Just got to see the poor Stormcloak guy get butchered.
I had started a new game and was busy trying to get through the Ratway Warrens to find Esbern. I was doing this with Faendal, because I didn't have much in the way of ranged attacks. We were dominating the thalmor and we had killed them all. I hadn't seen Faendal in a while and I was assuming he had gotten lost. As I was about to turn a corner I saw a long eared person and assumed it was one of the Thalmor. I pressed RT in panic and realized too soon that it was Faendal. The worst part? It was a finisher move, the one where you bash the guy's head in. RIP Faendal,may you rest in peace in the ratways
I was walking with Serana near the place where there were many hot springs and the ground was smoky..suddenly saw a male adventurer being attacked by a pack of ferocious wolves..we both quickly tried to fend him off the attack and kill all the wolves.We did. Then suddenly a big brown bear came out from behind some trees and jump on the guy.He was dead before we could get close .Serana made him her thrall and together we killed the bear. As soon as the bear died the guy bent down,picked his torch and run like hell as if he was chasing something.Was very intrigued so we followed him while all the time wondering how long he still have before he turn to ashes.About 100 metres later we saw that he was running after a female adventurer.Probably his companion/lover.He stopped running abruptly as soon as they were side by side and they walked together.Five paces later he turned to ash. His companion stop walking and bent down,touching the ashes.We just stood there watching.Really sad.
My character itself was a "unique build"
An argonian cup theif.
I was out stealing cups and assassinating people until IT happend,my follower,Dave the talking dragon (From a funny mod I installed) Was breathing out his fearsome tiny fire,I was caught by the gaurds,I paid the fine of 1 FREAKING septim I searched my inventory for my Ebony dagger to end a man with a rare cup's life when I got the urge to count my cups,upon searching misc. I realized,My cops,were gone.
(Later I found the funniest mod ever where you can get a cup as a follower)
Continuation of The argonian cup theif.
I was wandering the plains of whiterun going giant hunting hoping they had some cups when,my cup follow yelled out a battle cry,I looked back and realized,my cup.Was dead,I killed the "tree ent" (immersive creatures mod)
I immediatly started singing "Never gonn give you up,never gonna let you down,Turn around to hurt you!" And soon after that "Ypu can't say where the road goes,where the ride Floes,only Bob knows."
(P.s I'm sorry you just got Rick rolled.)
I was in dimbhollw crypt, ready to meet serana. I had Lydia as a follower, and I was very low level. A vampire appeared out of nowhere. I'd given lydia a dwemer swird, so I presumed it would be fine to let her deal with it while I cast some spells to prepare myself (I'm a no-destruction mage). When I looked again (I was hidden round the corner), I saw that, not onky was Lydia dead, but the vampire had necromanced her. I felt terrible as my bound sword cut through my favourite housecarl's flesh. I then turned to the vampire, knocked him onto the ground, and slit his throat with a bound dagger (from dragonborn dlc). I took Lydia's armour back to Winstad Manor, and put her armour on a mannequin. I placed six deathbell by the mannequin's feet and her sword in the display case next to her armour.
On one of my playthroughs, I think it was my Khajiit thief, I entered the city of Riften for the first time, either for the main quest or to join the Thieves Guild. Whatever my reason for being there, I enter and immediately hear sounds of a massive commotion, as everyone in the vicinity is drawing their weapons. Suddenly I see a vampire master running towards the marketplace, and an oblivious Shadr speaking to Sapphire notices the menace approaching. He freaks out and cries for help, but he is too slow getting away to escape the one-shot K.O. from the vampire master. I felt an obligation to save him due to his misfortunes regarding Sapphire and his shipment, but every time, me and the guards/other citizens were too slow. After the 7th attempt, I realized that this was the fate that the Nine Divines had intended for him, and that he could not escape his fate, and nobody could save him. I watched helplessly as his body slumped to the ground, and wasted no time in avenging him by slaying the vampire scum that killed him.
In a twist of irony, I ended up becoming a vampire lord in that same playthrough. Guess it wasn't that sad after all.
In late 2015 I first got skyrim and decided to choose Sven as my first follower and friend, we would drink andgo and do quests together, but one day I was walking with Sven and encountered a bandit asking me to pay a toll to pass, I refused and killed her, I then went up the guard tower by her and was encountered with a few more bandits, I killed the first one and he fell off the tower bridge, the second one Sven killed with a watchmaker, crushing his skull, the third bandit was the one that ended Sven, he rushed Sven, causing him to call on his knees, at the time he had full dwarven armor, but the bandit had an enchanted eleven battle axe and cut into Sven's neck, and setting Sven on fire, I killed the bandit, but I had to watch my first follower burn to death then fall off the bridge into the water below. R.I.P. Sven the Nord
I was the mighty Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin, savior of Skyrim and Tamriel, Guardian of Solstheim. It was in that tiny island that i found Teldryn Sero. After Hermaeus Mora killed Storn, i felt thinking about my life choices. I asked for a drink. And another. And another. I was about to die, drowned in empty bottles of mead. It was in my drunk state that i picked up a fight with Teldryn Sero. He knocked me out with one punch. When i woke up, he laughed at me., and soon we became best friends, travelling throughout Skyrim and Solstheim. It was in one of our adventures that we came across Falkreath. Hate that place. Full of dead bodies and morbid people. We decided to stay the night in Dead Man's Drink. Before we entered the inn, i saw a man and his wife crying. I asked what was wrong, and he told me that his little daughter was murdered. A 10 year child was murdered and the killer wasn't even condemned to die. I felt injustice. For the first time in my life, i decided to take up matters to my own hands. I went to the barracks, and confronted the man. He told me he was cursed. By Hircine. I was a werewolf myself, and after a brief conversation, he told me that the ring he was carrying was cursed. He gave it to me, and told me to kill the great beast. As i was leaving Falkreath, i felt like something was being forced into my body. It hurt a lot, and soon i understood the effects of the ring. Random Werewolf Transformations. I ran away from the town, as i feared my hunger could not be satisfied by a single outlaw. Teldryn followed me all the way to an abandoned tower overrun by bandits. As i tore them apart, i heard Teldryn shouting "This is not you". And i started thinking about him. But not how he was a good friend and follower, but how good he might have tasted. I turned around, and with a single movement of my arm, Teldryn went flying out of the roof of the tower. And i laughed. And i owled. And i felt light. Very light. As my claws ripped the throat of the last bandit, i passed out. When i woke up, i remembered what happened and searched for Teldryn. He was lying in one of the corners, his arm's wrapped around his waist, and singing the same song he used to sing when we killed Draugr's, Bandit's and Animunculi's. I helped him get up and we travelled all the way to Falkreath so he could get treatment. As soon as we stepped inside the gate, we were met by a rain of arrows. I heard Teldryn let out a small scream, and when i looked at him, a single arrow was stuck in his eye. I cried, and smiled. I kissed Teldryn, and then ran away. Several years later, i came to understand that i had incurred a bounty because of my Werewolf transformation. On that same day, i calmly murdered all the guards i saw.
I was playing Skyrim for (basically) the first time. (I had another save; I only used it to get used to the controls, and I also went on a violent rampage with it as I ventured around the Whiterun Hold with the darkness being way too low. Anyway, it was the first time I actually did the quests.) I was travelling to High Hrothgar, and my dumb mind decided not to follow the stairs. (Bad idea, my follower couldn't easily catch up.) I ran into a troll, and I was helpless. It was attacking me like crazy, and I didn't have good armor or weapons. Lydia came to the rescue, though! She somehow caught up, just before I died, and shot at the troll with her arrows. With her help, my Argonian character survived, and the troll died! Lydia is usually regarded as a terrible follower, but she saved me! However, after I finished at High Hrothgar, I barely saw her. Anyway, one day I ran into a Dragon. It was way too overpowered for me. Then... I heard an arrow shoot. And again. Then some more. I caught a brief glance of Lydia, but was obviously focused on the dragon. Together, we both shot at the dragon. It started flying, and Lydia shot once more. I kid you not, I KID YOU NOT, she defeated the dragon. It was out of health. But you know how dragons only die when they're on land? Yeah. The dragon used it's Thu'um on Lydia. I heard it, and I heard her scream. I absorbed the dragon's soul, and looked around for Lydia. She was gone. I feared the worst... And found her ash pile. I left it there, didn't take anything. I wanted to leave her remains undisturbed. I will forever remember those two incidents. Skyrim can truly produce some unintentionally sad or amazing stories...