Light armor or heavy?

One look at the stranger approaching The Scorched Hammer told Balimund all that he needed to know about her.

She was a young Nord, with few battle scars on her tanned and wind-chapped skin.  Her gear was a wreck of mismatched pieces- a dented iron helm, tarnished Dwarven gauntlets, worn leather boots, and an Ancient Nordic ( Read more... )

Things they don't teach you at the College

Perched on a cliff overlooking the Sea of Ghosts, the College of Winterhold was a cold and often miserable place.  In the dead of winter, frigid winds coming off the water left frost on the stone walls and stole a mage's breath with sudden with sudden chilly drafts.

The professors recommended that new ( Read more... )

The Prince of Persia.

First of all, he's scorchingly hot.  Like "OMG I need an ice cold glass of lemonade and a few shirtless men with palm frond fans to cool me off" hot.

Second, he's athletic.  (Aw yeah...)

Third, as his plucky female companion, we could go on adventures together and I wouldn't have to do much of anything but show up for the ( Read more... )