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"I did not want to even come to Skyrim.

In fact, I had better stay home. I felt it could not go well. If I catch one that convinced me I swear that the detachment where I put my arms and gave them to my knowledge. "No, but go easy, not too bad, so many opportunities, quiet place, away from the chaos of Cyrodiil ... mica and then so cold, think that there was the cousin of my brother in law on their honeymoon, and I said ... "

Well, it's a cold that only the gods know, the "quiet" is in midst of a civil war and the cousin of your brother told you a bunch of nonsense.

The company, predictably, was not the best: Ralof, a blond-haired guy in the mood to chat, Lokir, a poor man like me had nothing to do, and such a Ulfric, that according to Ralof was the legitimate king of I do not know what and who for some reason had also been gagged. When Ralof said, with the air of one who is talking about the weather, we were virtually condemned to death, Lokir became panicked and began to pray, babbling like an old woman.

Once arrived at their destination, two officers there have called by name, one at a time, to make sure we had everyone. I stood there trying to make me think of something, because I had really wanted to die a little, but the sight of Lokir riddled with arrows after trying to escape made ​​me change my mind. And for a moment I even hoped for them to realize you made ​​a glaring error, when the officer saw younger that there was no imperial Cerise name on the list, but the harpy next to him, he must have had a bad day, he said no, I had to die the same. I wanted to explain that I was innocent, that it was a miscarriage of justice, that I have a second cousin down at Anvil who is captain of the legion and daughters that would make it go smooth, but did not leave me time to talk . "I'm sorry. We will ensure that your remains are brought back to Cyrodiil. " Ah well, but thanks, really. Too good. I have no words.

I was kneeling in front of the log, with the Executioner ready to drop the ax, now resigned ... and then ... Then I saw it. Perched on the tower in front of my eyes, black, huge, with eyes red as coals. He opened his mouth and I blew him. Since that time my memories are rather confused. I remember being so, remember that Ralof gave me a hand ... I do not know how, but we came out alive. Only two of us.

I hoped that writing would help me to arrange thoughts, but ... No, we still do not understand anything. And I can not believe I saw. But they were not extinct? Okay, the prophecies and all the rest ... but since the prophecies come true? Apart from the history of the Nerevarine. And the other thing there with the portals of Oblivion and the Emperor's son. But come on, a dragon? Really?

I found refuge in Riverwood, a small village not far from the fortress. Ralof told me to talk to his sister Gerdur, but it is night, so I took a room at the inn. I think the best idea at this point is sleep on it. "

The initial impact of Skyrim, to be honest, it might be better. So, at first glance, there seems no great technical improvements compared to Oblivion, at least on the version tested (the Xbox 360), and, thanks to a light a little 'flat, some texture on the equipment of poorly defined characters and a resounding bugs in one of the earliest (and most important) animations in the prologue, the first instants after the (long) initial load leaving slightly perplexed.

Going forward, however, there is no denying that the game has a great personality. Lasciatisi behind the colorful landscapes but somewhat 'anonymous Oblivion , Bethesda guys have created a world with a flavor all its own, not as bizarre as Morrowind , but equally interesting to discover. Of course, external scenarios are a bit 'disappointing close, due to the short distance at which the items appear on the scenario and the poor definition of some of them, but from afar Skyrim takes your breath away, and the interior, especially the dungeon , are extremely compelling for both the architecture and the atmosphere, run by good lighting effects.

The process of character creation is much more than satisfactory. The editor provides excellent levels of detail and character models are finally geared to realism. Farewell skin smooth and round Facciotto: the inhabitants of Skyrim, the protagonist in the first place, have dirty faces, marked, scarred, paintings, wrinkles. Lacks the ability to choose a class, as was the case in previous chapters, but more about that later: we can anticipate, however, that the new system of selection and management skills are well balanced and works a treat.