Turns out I read the timetable wrong. Again. Oh well, at least I’ve had chance to admire my surroundings for the last hour. Hopefully not long to go, because I NEED THE TOILET SO FRICKIN BAD

Meet Noruinir, the Breton with Elven heritage, and natural magical ability. He spent his youth studying the arcane arts in Daggerfall, before the untimely murder of his family whilst he was collecting alchemical ingredients with another student. 
Traumatised by this tragic event, he relocated to Cyrodiil to study at the Arcane University, and began his education anew. Realising that his family’s killer had still not been identified, Noruinir spent his spare time quietly investigating the events that had occurred on that dreadful night back in Daggerfall. It was here that he learnt of the Stormcloak rebellion in Skyrim; the provincial Nords fighting the Empire itself for independence and freedom. He also learned of the brutal ways of the Stormcloak army, and their tendencies to practice their combat skills on, well, living targets. 
The young Breton reached out to an old friend from Daggerfall, Delvin Mallory, who now seemed to work for a guild of some kind. “Something illicit, maybe the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood. Better I don’t ask.” he thought, and over the next year, a name was uncovered. A name Noruinir had heard before… Ulfric Stormcloak. Leader of the rebellion in Skyrim. 
Determined to uncover the truth, the Breton enlisted the help of the Imperial Branch of the Thieves Guild learnt the basic arts of lockpicking and pickpocketing, as well as ways to defend himself, besides magicka. Boarding a ship to Skyrim, Noruinir set off on a quest for truth… Only to be stopped and mistakenly imprisoned when crossing the border. And so begins the events of the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.

Meet Noruinir, the Breton with Elven heritage, and natural magical ability. He spent his youth studying the arcane arts in Daggerfall, before the untimely murder of his family whilst he was collecting alchemical ingredients with another student.
Traumatised by this tragic event, he relocated to Cyrodiil to study at the Arcane University, and began his education anew. Realising that his family’s killer had still not been identified, Noruinir spent his spare time quietly investigating the events that had occurred on that dreadful night back in Daggerfall. It was here that he learnt of the Stormcloak rebellion in Skyrim; the provincial Nords fighting the Empire itself for independence and freedom. He also learned of the brutal ways of the Stormcloak army, and their tendencies to practice their combat skills on, well, living targets.
The young Breton reached out to an old friend from Daggerfall, Delvin Mallory, who now seemed to work for a guild of some kind. “Something illicit, maybe the Thieves Guild or Dark Brotherhood. Better I don’t ask.” he thought, and over the next year, a name was uncovered. A name Noruinir had heard before… Ulfric Stormcloak. Leader of the rebellion in Skyrim.
Determined to uncover the truth, the Breton enlisted the help of the Imperial Branch of the Thieves Guild learnt the basic arts of lockpicking and pickpocketing, as well as ways to defend himself, besides magicka. Boarding a ship to Skyrim, Noruinir set off on a quest for truth… Only to be stopped and mistakenly imprisoned when crossing the border. And so begins the events of the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim.

Woah, just worked out, my total time spent playing Skyrim is 573 hours, across 16 characters. Hopefully this time I’ll stick with the guy I create!

Starting another playthrough of Skyrim, I haven’t gotten past about 20 hours without getting bored since I first completed it three years ago. I’m thinking, “Noruinir the Breton Emo Vampire Rouge”