R.I.P. Barbas. While I was helping you get that annoying axe, you had to run in the way of my shot. So ya you deserved it.
Skyrim. R.I.P. Companions.
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RIP Lydia. Killed by a random blood dragon attacking the mage college right after I got done with the tour. I then looted her body and threw her naked corpse out one of the windows and of a cliff.
RIP Meeko. I can't even count how many times you have died, but I reload every time.
RIP Meeko. I can't even count how many times you have died, but I reload every time.
R.I.P Uthgerd the Unbroken.
I discovered you in an unassuming inn, "The Bannered Mare", and swiftly after defeating you in a battle of fisticuffs we grew to be firm friends. Two weeks later, we were married; having traversed Skyrim in its entirity and slain all manner of foe. But your honour proved to be your downfall. On seeing me assassinate an unarmed beggar, you realise the extent of my moral degradation...and tried to combat it with the ebony of your war axe; a glimmer of fierce determination and woeful pain amidst those auburn eyes.
You failed.
As your severed head rolled across the barren, blood stained ground, my eyes remained cold in light of this betrayal. I placed your cold body in the finest ebony armour, placed your hands firmly around the very axe with which you had attempted to take my life. I set your body down a swiftly flowing river, and watched as it plummetted down a powerful waterfall.
A fitting metaphor for a warrior without parallel.
R.I.P Stu's Horse
What comes up, must come down. You fell down, quickly. Waste of a thousand gold.
I discovered you in an unassuming inn, "The Bannered Mare", and swiftly after defeating you in a battle of fisticuffs we grew to be firm friends. Two weeks later, we were married; having traversed Skyrim in its entirity and slain all manner of foe. But your honour proved to be your downfall. On seeing me assassinate an unarmed beggar, you realise the extent of my moral degradation...and tried to combat it with the ebony of your war axe; a glimmer of fierce determination and woeful pain amidst those auburn eyes.
You failed.
As your severed head rolled across the barren, blood stained ground, my eyes remained cold in light of this betrayal. I placed your cold body in the finest ebony armour, placed your hands firmly around the very axe with which you had attempted to take my life. I set your body down a swiftly flowing river, and watched as it plummetted down a powerful waterfall.
A fitting metaphor for a warrior without parallel.
R.I.P Stu's Horse
What comes up, must come down. You fell down, quickly. Waste of a thousand gold.
RIP Eola
Well Im not gonna lie...you got me a ring...and then I used you for Boethiah's puppet...so you dont really deserve a headstone on this forum...but Im sure the ditch some of these people are using could use another body!
Well Im not gonna lie...you got me a ring...and then I used you for Boethiah's puppet...so you dont really deserve a headstone on this forum...but Im sure the ditch some of these people are using could use another body!
RIP Lydia,
I twice had to reload after defeating Krosis, because he'd managed to BBQ your well-formed ass with fireballs before I smote his ruin upon the mountain top.
Subsequently relegated to domestic servitude where (due to your glitch-induced lack of romantic interest in me), you are condemned to stand by awkwardly while I get it on with my hot lycanthropic wife.
My "sword and shield," eh? My serving tray and soup bowl, more like it. And try not to cut yourself on the sharp edges.
I twice had to reload after defeating Krosis, because he'd managed to BBQ your well-formed ass with fireballs before I smote his ruin upon the mountain top.
Subsequently relegated to domestic servitude where (due to your glitch-induced lack of romantic interest in me), you are condemned to stand by awkwardly while I get it on with my hot lycanthropic wife.
My "sword and shield," eh? My serving tray and soup bowl, more like it. And try not to cut yourself on the sharp edges.
R.I.P Lydia, I always liked you because you reminded me obscurely of a reference to a groupie in a Marilyn Manson biography. Killed fighting Frost Spiders just before I entered and destroyed the skull of corruption, gaining a new follower. I hope you liked your flowers and the elven armour I left on you.
RIP Lydia.
I was just sneaking around,
With some serious shit going down.
Lydia ran into the fight
but she ran out of might
Her dead body then fell to the ground.
Also...I'm sorry Shadowmare I thought you would just come back to life like oblivion, so I took a risk with a cliff that I shouldn't have, my bad bro.
I was just sneaking around,
With some serious shit going down.
Lydia ran into the fight
but she ran out of might
Her dead body then fell to the ground.
Also...I'm sorry Shadowmare I thought you would just come back to life like oblivion, so I took a risk with a cliff that I shouldn't have, my bad bro.
RIP giant. You smashed that dragon good. It had no chance after being so injured from my arrows. Then I swam close, and got the soul, and you walked off into the sunset. Cool guys don't look at dragon soul explosions.
Not an RIP! You are still out there, I just couldn't kill you.
Your friends, family, all the other giants, yeah, I can kill those. But you, you were good.
Not an RIP! You are still out there, I just couldn't kill you.
Your friends, family, all the other giants, yeah, I can kill those. But you, you were good.
R.I.P. Erik the Slayer you were not cut to fight of necromancers.
R.I.P. Lydia Died in a Dragon attack.
R.I.P. Lydia Died in a Dragon attack.
R.I.P Maurice, you shouldn't have jumped off that tower with me, although you landing flat on your face in the starfish position gave me many laughs.
R.I.P Random Mercenary in Marthal, you were a fantastic meat-shield for me in that vampire den, I'm sorry I accidentally killed you while flailing around in the dark... You shall (not) be missed.
R.I.P Random Mercenary in Marthal, you were a fantastic meat-shield for me in that vampire den, I'm sorry I accidentally killed you while flailing around in the dark... You shall (not) be missed.
Yeah I tend to no use companions, and when accompanied by them on quests, I do everything in my power to not have them come along, they just get in the way..
RIP all the followers of this guy:
RIP Shadowmere. Why the fuck aren't you essential?
RIP Lucian LaChance. Died fighting draugr, dragons, giants, angry townspeople, dogs, wolves, vampires, the Emperor, Imperial guards, and I think one werewolf. I didn't revive you after fighting that Frostbite Spider because you fucking talk incessantly. Yes, I've heard the tale of Matthew Bellamont! Yes, alright, let's go find a random stranger to murder!
RIP Shadowmere. Why the fuck aren't you essential?
RIP Lucian LaChance. Died fighting draugr, dragons, giants, angry townspeople, dogs, wolves, vampires, the Emperor, Imperial guards, and I think one werewolf. I didn't revive you after fighting that Frostbite Spider because you fucking talk incessantly. Yes, I've heard the tale of Matthew Bellamont! Yes, alright, let's go find a random stranger to murder!
This video is terrifying like.... swedish psychopth ftw? Cooking kids, headless companions, its soooo.... Awsomely creepy? And disturbing.Machiavellian007 said: