Dawnstar Guards Always Tryin' To Catch Me Ridin' Dirty |
Just don't. Why would you do that? Skyrim is, more than most that actually use this word, a sandbox game. There is no formal win condition, no strict goals to work towards. Sure there is a "main" quest, but it is not handed with any special privilege, and several of the "side-quests" are arguably larger in scope and importance (Mage's Guild springs to mind). And quests are never, ever required to open any areas or enable character progress. You can clear out that bandit keep for no other reason than to harvest their souls, to the ends of channeling your psychopathy towards mightier magical enchantments. And what's more, the game compensates for this; if you ever do decide to take a quest, it will make sure it sends you to somewhere you haven't been before.
Which is not to say Skyrim is at it's best in its dungeon crawls, not at all; Skyrim is, at its core, a brilliant, well-realized world with a fantasy adventure generator running under the hood. If you are just teleporting everywhere, you miss out on that, and trade a giant world of stark beauty for the instant gratification of a Skinner Box. Boo to that! Let me tell you what you are missing when you fast travel.
Old Ruins Framed By Fog-Shrouded Mountains. Majestic As Fuck. |
Who Lives Here? And More Importantly, Can I Steal Their Stuff? |
You miss out on action! Wolves, ice spiders, malign spirits, and cutpurse thieves all occupy the roads and backwoods. Not to mention the caves and castles dotting the landscape all but literally beckon bold adventurers to test their might, like a fantasy analogue to that carnival game with the mallet. Don't think your trip from Solitude to Whiterun will be a dull, eventless affair.
J'Zargo Is A Dick. Real Talk. |
You miss out on coming home. This is the most nebulous, yet most important part of this experience. You will come to ride trails you know, see familiar landmarks, and eventually learn the way back to your most preferred locations without map nor spell. For me, this place is without question Winterhold. Amidst frozen seas and imposing mountains rest its tenuous bridge and classical arches. Arches that I know well, that I have come to preside over. My arches. My college. My home. The best part of travelling afar, paradoxically, is making the journey home.
What you said about the journey home is one of the things that drew me into Minecraft. That sense of belonging to and simultaneously owning a specific spot of land as home is really really powerful.
ReplyDeleteI think it's critical, in a game about exploration, that you be able to anchor yourself somewhere. Otherwise you're just floating around in a big world, like so much flotsam and jetsam. Humans don't naturally think in terms of compass directions and miles, they think in terms of close vs far away. A home enables that context.
ReplyDeleteI was wandering somewhat aimlessly around the Southwest, after successfully claiming a guild of shady robbermans, and I came across a woodland clearing most serene. Very peaceful. Nature-filled. Gentle.
ReplyDeleteThen, I met my first dryad. It was like "WHY U IN THUS PLAC?" and I was like "OMG WTF R U?" and it shot me with green sparkles. I panicked and ran. Oh, man. I ran so far. I didn't know what was happening. I ducked behind hillside and chugged some potions. It was quiet. Very quiet.
Then, I heard a mighty roar!
I came around the hill with my bow out and was treated to AN ENTIRE WOODLAND'S WORTH OF ANGRY ANIMALS. Bears, spiders, SNOW TROLLS, all working together like a forest SWAT Team. They swept over me, drank my blood, and left my broken body somewhere near a hill I would never find again.
After the events of the game's metaquest, I made it my SOLE LIVING purpose to bring my Dovahkiin wrath against every Dryad in the universe. I left a trail of bears, spiders, trolls, and deer as long the Mississippi, and twice as wide. I found three Dryads.
This adventure would have never happened without meandering.