Lacertus, my Argonian mage, has been known as many things: Dovahkiin, master assassin, arch-mage, and even lizard wizard, which is more of a personal anthem that I sing to myself while toasting hapless bandits. The point is, my quest to save the world of Tamriel in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim has left me with a pretty sizable list of accomplishments, but my latest title came as a surprise. I’ve become the leader and, thus far, sole member of the Mammoth Liberation Front.

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Something special happens when you completely learn a game's systems, and its limitations. Your imagination goes wild, and you can exploit the mechanics. Last night in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, I attempted to achieve a goal that should be out of my current character's reach. Last night, I went troll hunting.

Heeding the call of the Greybeards, my character Dekkard ventured out toward the logging town of Ivarstead. Beyond the Seven Thousand Steps to the Throat of the World, Ivarstead is the doorway to High Hrothgar, where the ancient order of Greybeards call home.

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