Where does 1987 come from ? The two years they give you are 1991 and 2007 . <| sep |> The best story has been written about this already , look up Talos <| sep |> Lol have you not used it ? <| sep |> One day , playing as my thief , I was fleeing Windhelm . Guards were pouring out of the front gate , shooting arrows , trying to stab me , etc . I ' m sprinting across the bridge as Marcurio shoots fireballs back at them . Total chaos . I hop in the carriage and head for Falkreath , hoping to retreat into the calm relaxation of my cabin . When I arrive in Falkreath , things are not good . I come out of the loading screen and find myself surrounded by the most guards I have ever seen in one place in the game at least 15 , if not more . I ' m stuck in the dialogue box You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people ! What say you in your defense ? Guess I had a bounty that I forgot about . I ' m deciding how to respond the guards stand menacingly with their weapons at the ready . I wouldn ' t be able to fight my way out if I tried I ' m just a thief . At the same time , jail is not an option I have Thieves Guild quests that will get cancelled , and I don ' t wanna lose my stolen goods . Suddenly , the dialogue breaks . I ' m shocked , utterly confused . The guards all turn and begin to run . I scan around to figure what going on . Then I hear that old familiar roar . An elder dragon soars over the town and chaos ensues . It swoops down , engulfing the guards and citizens in flames . I start to flee , hardly believing my luck . But as I watch that kindly high elf priest burn alive , my conscience gets the better of me . I run into the town and start firing arrows at the beast , fighting alongside the men who just moments ago were trying to apprehend me . However , some of the guards remember my treachery and start to chase me . I run through the town , dodging arrows and fire as I try to aid in the fight against the dragon . I don ' t want to hurt the guards they are this towns only hope of survival so I continue to flee them in the midst of the carnage . Then , things get even worse . A second elder dragon , this one being of frost , joins the mess . Civilians are dropping like flies , and now guards are too . The dragons are too powerful , and the town of Falkreath is quickly losing the battle . It ' s Helgen all over again . As Marcurio bravely casts his magic , I slip into the Jarls longhouse . It is eerily calm inside as his land burns , as his people are charred , Jarl Sidgeir merely lounges on his throne . I am enraged I thrust my sword through him and leave the despot coughing and gasping on the floor . I rush back outside and am shocked at the horror . The dragons are perched atop the homes that were once owned by the townspeople that they have slain . Only a mere handful of guards stand in the sea of corpses , firing arrows in futile desperation . Marcurio has been beaten , crouching in agony , occasionally mustering his strength to fight back only to be put down again . I frantically search for some way to end this nightmare . Finally , I get an idea . With my Thuum , I call down a thunderstorm a drastic measure , but I had no other choice . The sky darkens cinematically as bolts of fury strike down on everything . I cower beneath the rooftop of Lods blacksmith shop and watch through the flashes as lighting rips into the dragons and guardsmen alike . When the storm finally cleared , I stood alone , trembling . The carcasses of the dead dragons gave me little comfort when so many innocent bodies lay strewn . After witnessing such atrocities , there was only one thing I could do . I set a course for High Hrothgar this needed to end . TLDR I basically had Helgen happen again in the game , only this time it was much more epic and unscripted .