[Skyrim: Dragonborn] Part 4 - Morrowind Sucks. Skyrim is the Life For Me.

You know, there is nothing so unworldly has Morrowind, and anything to do with it. Morrowind feels like another world, and even though Solstheim is arguably the middle ground between Skyrim and Morrowind, I still want to go home.

Some things are still the same, though. After leaving Raven Rock, I found a barrow. What was different, though, was that the local bandits-- Reavers-- managed to clear out the draugr rather than the draugr clearing them out. These bandits are tougher than Skyrim folks, probably because there are more Dunmer amongst them. Hells yeah that was racist supremacy, but I'm a Dunmer so :P

Found a weird thing in a Riekling (goblin) encampment that has to do with the Dwemer? Somewhat confused, but pleased.

And then HOLY WEREBEAR WHAT WHAT?!! These things are terrifying. I WANT TO GO HOME.

Finally, after traveling the coast from Raven Rock to Skaal Village, I managed to make it inland to the Temple of Miraak, somewhat by accident. I stopped before I went inside, largely because of the dragon skeletons. Countless dragon skeletons.

Now, I've killed a dragon or twenty in my day, but nothing like this. It's just a sea of dead dragons, just... devoured. Like they were nothing.

I kill dragons to protect the townspeople of Skyrim. I kill them for the challenge, for a worthy fight. But I don't kill them to eat them. And that's what this feels like. It feels like hunger and death and the bad side of being Dragonborn.

I miss Skyrim. I miss being a hero. I miss my familiar civil war and my familiar friends and enemies. I miss the Thalmor and the Jarls and the Holds. I miss the idea that I can kill a dragon for fun and experience points, not because of greed. There's a difference, right? Right? I want to kill Miraak like whoa, but I also want to go home right now. I may be a Dunmer, but Morrowind, or even the Morrowind Lite that is Solstheim, is not where I belong.

-- 122 hours in