Oh Skyrim , where to begin ? In my first playthrough I met a nice old woman near Riverwood called Ansie . I wandered into her shack , and while sneaking accidentally stole a flower . Fortunately no one saw and I put it back and headed away to adventure some more . After leaving Embershard Mine , three highlevel thugs walked up and obliterated me . 15 reloads later , the last thug topples over dead , leaving me with a sliver of health . To my suprise , I found a contract from Ansie to kill me for moving her mountain flower . Suffice to say Ansie ' s head and neck parted ways and her body was stripped and rammed into her chair . I found the trapdoor , was disturbed and then I looted her house and went to Whiterun to sell it . Except it was flagged as ' stolen '. Ansie ' s garbage still litters Whiterun to this day . spoilerAnother awesome memory occurred 80 levels later at Deepwood Vale or something similar . A pair of Legendary dragons pursued me into the Forsworn hideout , leading to an incredibly satisfying threeday fight between myself and the two dragons and 30 odd Forsworn . Forsworn burst from cover snapping arrows off at the intruders and forcing me to keep moving position , while I sliced the odd troublesome Forsworn in half , or planted an arrow between their eyes from behind cover while the dragons unleashed the power of their Thu ' um on the entire camp . I ended up backing into a tent for cover and then realising it was already occupied by a duelwielding Briarheart only just now getting up from bed . Then I started to freeze to death Frostfall and had to juggle time out in the open at the mercy of the dragons and Forsworn to warm up at a campfire . One poor Forsworn ' s corpse flew past the entrance of the tent I was using for shelter . Another Forsworn stood outside my tent briefly , staring at me sadly until a dragon shredded him . Eventually the fight ran to a close , my battleaxe claiming the last dragon ' s life . Without a doubt my favourite fight .