Honestly I have read a lot of posts complaining about stuff in the game and I sit and wonder what game are they playing. I have to ask myself what the complaints stem from. Is it that people are use to other games and they want ESO to be like them, or is it actually stemming from some difference they find in going from all the console versions of Elder Scrolls to this one.
I mean, I have to admit that I have gone in and slaughtered a whole town just so I could call it my own when playing Morrowind, but I am more than good with that not being an option in this game. (Had to hide all my stuff before getting arrested) Besides, if I cleared the town, what would the next guy do when he got there?
And I see where some of the complaints are valid, but seriously, if your life is so miserable that you can't get by without bashing everything good in this world....how do you say K**L Y******F without getting moderated? (See how that works).
I know we have seen plenty of discussions about what you like about ESO, but considering what time of year this is, I had to try another one.
Looking for some creative story telling while giving reasons, or a creative bard like style when dropping the tale of how you came to know you'd be sticking around, or some legendary tale of you and your comrades that makes you stay with ESO. I want to know what and who keeps this game entertaining for you. (I put the story in the spoiler if you want to read it, but that is what I am looking for.) Get out your creative side and show us what you got in the skills of storytelling. I want to hear about the moment when you decided this game was for you.
"As I sat on a rock in Cyrodiil over looking the battle that raged on the field before me. Metal struck armor and the clashes and screams were like music to my ears. Ebonheart Pact and Daggerfell Covenant were in a heated battle over some resource or other, didn't matter as I flew the yellow banner of Aldmeri, but the coppery smell of my enemies blood staining the grass was almost as intoxicating as Skooma. I was soaking in the sounds and sights of this heated conflict, while my mind wandered to what had brought me here in the first place.
I shifted in my heavy armor and wished I had changed into something more suitable to sneaking, I was on a scouting mission after all, but there was a familiar comfort within this battle worn set of armor, when a voice as golden as the sun came floating to my ears. At first, I thought it was my imagination. I listened for the source but heard nothing except the dying breathe of the poor Sorcerer that got caught in the middle of casting by a stealthy Night Blade that made quick work of him. I was chuckling inside, when I once more heard that voice. I jumped from the rock, ignoring those that continued to fall in the battle that had occupied my attention just moments before. I heard that voice once again calling out, and I knew I had to find her. That voice, that sweet, sweet voice was calling to me. As I got closer, I began to make out the words, "Legends of the Aldmeri is recruiting members. Looking for a solid guild with active members. PST." What was this. I had traveled alone for so long, I almost had forgotten what it was like to belong to something. That call came again and it tugged at some part of me that I had long since thought was dead. I had to answer, "What must I do" I asked. That voice gave a small laugh, "Just accept my invitation." It wasn't even something that I had to think about, I opened myself and was quickly engulfed in a bright light. I had to cover my eyes to avoid the blinding flash that literally outshone the sun itself.
When next I looked, I was in a guild hall, surrounded by others that were vying for a position in front of me. At first my hand reached for my sword, glittering at my waist, screaming to be drawn to ward off this attack, but I realized they were not there to kill me, they were there to welcome me.
As the adrenaline slowed, I could hear the greetings and the actual words, "WELCOME, do you need better gear, let me help", "WELCOME, that shield is okay, but you should try this one", and the words that just stopped me cold, "Welcome Morshire, is there anything you need?" It was that voice. The voice of a true leader actually asking what I needed! I didn't know whether to kneel or not, so I just stood, dumbfounded. This whole thing was setting my head swirling and I almost ran out before the Harvester appeared and tried to kill me.
To keep my tale short, I still wander the fields of Cyrodiil looking for bodies to send to the the Planes of Oblivion, but I now end my days in a hall, drinking with friends and swapping stories about the dungeons I visited or the loot I have discovered all over Tamriel. A mixed bunch of riffraff, but no matter the story, we are the Legends of the Aldmeri and I have found my home."
People who make me want to stay;
Special shout out to
@Thunderjennings for taking me in and my guild mates for making it a home.
@Meiliana for talking with a lonely warrior whenever I need advice.
@shadowterryelf for being the best "online" friend for the past 4 years.
Edited by Morshire on December 13, 2014 10:43PM Follow me if I advance, Kill me if I retreat, Avenge me if I die.
When this immediate evil power has been defeated, we shall not yet have won the long battle with the elemental barbarities. Another evil, it may be an invisible adversary, will attempt, again, and yet again, to destroy our frail civilization. Is it true, I wonder, that the only way to escape a war is to be in it?
If I die, you are forgiven, If I live, I will kill you.