In their tongue, he is Dovahkiin...Dragonborn! Hope you enjoy my string version of the iconic trailer music from Skyrim, all instruments are played by me.

So heres my problem. I got up to level 48 - 49 being using 2 handed weapons. Last night I decided to change to a battlemage/spellsword. I make a 1H weapon unenchanted. I only have 1-2 pieces of gear with fortify 1H enchants, assuming because my 1H is so low im gonna need the extra help. Now im two shotting daedra churl with normal swings, not even power swings. With smithing my 1H weapons damage are 10 points higher than my 2h weapons. But my 1H skill is much lower. What am I doing wrong?

I installed it some months ago and seeing the damage you do is just so great and sometimes pretty interesting too.

Here's what I did.

I paid the 100 gold to get info from the alikr prisoner.

Made it to Kematu, sided with him, went back to whiterun and led saadia to the stables where Kematu was waiting.

After he froze her I got paid 500 gold, so I killed Kematu and got an extra 100 gold.

Soon after this saadia woke up and tried to kill me with her little dagger so i killed her too. It's a win win.

Salthu was always too ambitious and full of blood lust to be confined to an orc stronghold, thus was his need to stretch his legs and see just what Skyrim had to offer. He made his way out from Narzulbur to the Rift and quickly found work as a sellsword. Odd title since he didn't carry a sword and was thought of as fodder since he opted for a fur loin cloth instead of any other armor for his torso, but the furosity and joy he demonstrated whilst beating bandits to a pulp with his fists put any doubts to rest. Soon he had more contracts than he could handel in the Rift, Eastmarch and Whiterun. However, Salthu began to grow bored; poultry bandits no longer amused him, he had crafted himself excellent dragon bone gauntlets from his fallen game as well as a dragon bone mace (for stubborn quarry), and his adopted children were growing fat and complacent from his earnings. Oh huzzah, for word had reached him of strife in the Reach! He quickly moved out to Markarth and was met by a perpetually hostile environment constantly hemorrhaging blood and coin. Salthu immediately fell in love with the city. Whats more, he fell in love with his new nemesis that could finally give him the challenge he deserved: The Forsworn. To this day, Salthu can be found based out in Markarth where he takes any and all contracts brought to him that result in the bloodying of his fists while raising his daughter to follow his steps as a mercenary and his son to become a smith. Anything less is unacceptable for his children. If you're ever in Markarth, buy him an ale and challenge him to a brawl, you won't be disappointed.

Let me tell you what just happened in my Skyrim game.

I had a staff of fireballs.

A draugr lord disarmed me with a Shout and I lost it. I couldn't find it in the room after it was over, so I assumed it had fallen out of collision or something.

Then my Khajiit follower Kharjo and I head into the Ratway for another quest. He has a mace which he is visibly carrying. I have my bow, my axe and my magics.

We encounter a pair of reasonably powerful lowlifes. I'm tossing lightning at one, planning my strategy.

The room explodes.

There's Kharjo, mace in one hand, fireball staff in the other, big happy fangy grin on his face. He is on fire. I'm on fire. Everything is on fire.

"You are taking us somewhere warm, I trust," he says.

(EDIT: fixed spelling of follower's name.)