Sneaking through rooms and opening treasure chests is one thing. Reading people’s love letters is entirely different – a line I will not cross.

Skyrim is home to large lakes and inland seas. Good fishing and peaceful mornings.

Dwemer ruins are a dangerous place for the living. But the treasures within are worth the risk.

Along the northern frozen coast, a stone lighthouse stands. A bonfire is lit within.

Exhaustion can be found throughout the land. People are weary of the war.

Hunters have the best life. Horses are their constant companion.

Across the river, the saber cat prepared to charge. I stand my ground.

A wasteland is in the eye of the beholder. Empty rocky plains are no use for farmers but the wilderness is home to wolves and deer as well as giants.

The pink mountain flowers surrounding my home welcome me after a long journey.

Wandering by moonlight, I noticed the glowing runes, moonlight letters carved in the buildings all around Whiterun. Were they factions? Warnings? Or Invitations?