So, to continue on from my last story: the game apparently made a save game right before the second Sabertooth hit. Talk about nice timing.
Sul had murder on his mind, and murder he got. I loosed a few arrows into the face of the unsuspecting Sabertooth, whose health dropped to the halfway point. Then, I honored the ancient Nord tradition of climbing onto a rock and lettting loose with arrows and fire spells. The Sabertooth dropped pretty quicly. I skinned it with extreme prejudice, sniped a few wolves and innocent Horkers, and carried on towards the objective. Nearly there.
Turns out the objective was on top of a hill. As I'm ascending, I suddenly notices movement in the corner of his eye. Muscular arms and legs, white fur, sharp teeth, three eyes... And a crapton of hit points. It's a goddamn Frost Troll.
The damn thing chases me around, somehow managing to climb onto every rock I use as a sniper perch. The beast charges forward as I jump backwards from a rock. It follows me down... And gets stuck.
This, of course, is the cue for me to starting throwing everything I've got at him. I'm burning it, piercing it with arrows, but it just. Won't. Die. Suddenly, though, I hear the rattle of someone moving around in armor coming from behind me. I turn around...
It's goddamn
. I've been fighting in front of his nose the entire time, and only now does he decide to show up and help the fuck out. He jumps down into the same hole the Frost troll got stuck in and proceeds to open up a can of whoopass on the thing like you wouldn't believe.
I almost felt sorry for the troll... But I harvested its fat instead, and carried on.