I haven't played Skyrim in a few weeks. I think about it more than I actually play it, due to Reasons that involve work, etc. Last time I left off, I was finally finishing the Nettlebane quest so that I could get the goddamn thing out of my inventory. I had just gone to Jorrvaskr and picked up a Companion radiant quest involving a family heirloom, exchanging Farkas for Aela in the hopes that she wouldn't get in the way of my arrows less, being a Huntress herself.
Though my reason for starting again today had to do with Dragonborn, I decided to go ahead and finish the quest anyway, since I wasn't sure where I wanted to be in the main questline before I headed on over to Solstheim anyway. Grabbing my trusty steed, Meeko, Serana, and Aela-- and realizing that my party is really too big at this point for a game that isn't even strictly speaking a party-based RPG-- I started riding cross-country to Morvunskar, where the heirloom was tucked away. After a few false starts, which all involved me forgetting that no, my light armor sneak-archer can't get hit more than twice with a two-handed longsword, I ended up near Windhelm. Where I met up with Cultists of
Cthulhu ahem sorry Miraak. There was a very brief fight that resulted in me taking all of their armor gleefully, along with a few potions and a note telling me to go to Soltsheim. Deciding to ignore this, because despite how the game is attempting to direct me, I really needed to go to Morvunskar, I continued on my way.
Those bitches known as bandits decided to move back into Morvunskar despite it being cleared already, so I committed some genocide before, much to my surprise, SANGUINE APPEARED. Even though the fella is a Daedric Prince, I of course helped my old drinking buddy kill off the mages attacking him.
We then proceeded to each go on our merry way. A hello would have been nice, Sanguine, or at least a set of your armor, because that's badass. OR IF WE COULD GET MARRIED HEY DON'T JUDGE ME.
At this point, my view of Skyrim is pretty well populated. There isn't much I haven't seen. Probably. I mean, I keep discovering new locations anyway. And then there's Solstheim, and Serana's home (which I am keeping her away from, since she seems a little confused about where it is and I am lying to say I don't know so that I can keep her with me without having to deal with other vampires), and goddamn it I want to finish Alduin's Wall and Throat of the World before I go to Solsheim. I think that's a good place for the storylines to intersect. But that's at least a few more hours of questing, and I'm half-way across the continent from my home in Markarth, which is near where I have to meet Esbern and Delphine to go to Sky Haven. I could fast travel, but where's the fun in that? Oh well-- off to Markarth I go. Then the Throat of the World, which I WILL be fast traveling to, thank you very much, since that was hell the first time, and then, finally, to Solstheim. Right. Right?
--117 hours in
Though my reason for starting again today had to do with Dragonborn, I decided to go ahead and finish the quest anyway, since I wasn't sure where I wanted to be in the main questline before I headed on over to Solstheim anyway. Grabbing my trusty steed, Meeko, Serana, and Aela-- and realizing that my party is really too big at this point for a game that isn't even strictly speaking a party-based RPG-- I started riding cross-country to Morvunskar, where the heirloom was tucked away. After a few false starts, which all involved me forgetting that no, my light armor sneak-archer can't get hit more than twice with a two-handed longsword, I ended up near Windhelm. Where I met up with Cultists of 
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