This is something that’s been on my mind for awhile, but it wasn’t until recently that I decided I should sit down and write about it in earnest. See, I did something important a month ago or so. I saved the world. Twice, if you think about it. And nothing happened. Life went on.
Okay, so I didn’t save our world. I saved Skyrim. But I’m still rather perturbed about it, because it is the most anticlimactic thing I’ve ever experienced. I spent hours scouring the countryside helping villagers on their quests. I stole thousands of dollars of merchandise, picked dozens of pockets, altered hundreds of books, and picked a few hundred locks to restore the Thieves’ Guild to its former glory. I overtook the Dark Brotherhood. I killed a few dozen dragons, and then I killed the mightiest dragon of all: Alduin. I sundered the space-time continuum to travel to Sovngarde and meet the beast on his plane of existence, and I killed him and restored peace.
At least I thought I did. When I came back I was on the top of the mountain surrounded by Paarthurnax and his buddies, and they were like, “Good work.” And that was it. So I figured I should fix the whole Imperials vs. Stormcloaks thing, and maybe then I would feel better about saving the world. And maybe other people would, too. Because I didn’t get a single thank you from any villagers, even in dragon-ravaged towns, for killing Alduin. If anything, I had to keep my head down because of all that Dark Brotherhood/Thieves’ Guild stuff. Everywhere I went I heard, “Wait, I know you!” and I did wait, because I wanted to say, “Yes, yes you do; I’m the badass who killed Alduin and saved your world!” But as it turned out they knew me because I was a wanted man and I had to bribe them, or else kill everyone in sight.
So I went off and spoke with Ulfric Stormcloak and made Windhelm my new home. My affiliations with Whiterun were over, and I led the charge on that first fair city that had welcomed me in after I escaped from Helgen. I betrayed the Jarl and oversaw the change of power there, and then helped Ulfric take Solitude. I killed General Tullius and freed Skyrim from the clutches of the Empire. I returned it to the true Sons of Skyrim!
And when I went to talk to Ulfric, he said it would take some time for him to become high king, but now that the Empire was gone his chances looked good. He thanked me for my help, which was nice, but then… what?
I helped end the civil war tearing my country to bits. And life went on in Skyrim, much as it had prior to the war and to Alduin. In fact, I even got attacked by several dragons along the way. I found myself wandering aimlessly through the land of Skyrim, lacking purpose and function. Even when Dawnguard came out… wait. Spoilers ahead. You’ve been warned!