It's a desolate place, perched on the edge of Tamriel and plagued by volcanic activity. The island of Solstheim is the location, and it'll be familiar to those who played the Bloodmoon expansion for Morrowind. This is an expansion, like in the good old days." It's an absolute beast, with a main storyline that lasts a good few hours and enough supporting content to keep you playing for weeks more. It's an entirely new area, a blank map waiting to be filled in as you roam, packed with new quests, miscellaneous tasks, dungeons, barrows, ruins and crypts. This is an expansion, like in the good old days. Solstheim contains a variety of architectural styles, from the organic curves of Raven Rock to a house carved inside a giant mushroom. Just as I'd resigned myself to the thought that it was time for me and Skyrim to part ways, along comes Dragonborn and all the wonder, the thrill, the passion comes flooding back. There was also talk of adoption, but the life of an adventurer leaves little room for watching an eerie digital child loop through the same animations and voice clips over and over. Hearthfire tried to get me to settle down, offering three plots of land on which to build identical houses that I could fill with furniture, provided I didn't mind having no say over what the furniture was or where it was placed. Dawnguard tried to spice up our waning passion by squeezing a perfunctory questline into an already busy map, but leaned too hard on a clumsy gimmick that let me turn into a lumbering Vampire Lord who couldn't fit through doors or open cupboards, as if that was a thing I'd ever expressed an interest in. My malaise was deepened, rather than alleviated, by the lacklustre DLC so far. The map markers were all filled in, and all that was left for me to do was maybe consider finally trying my hand at alchemy. My romance with Skyrim last winter - has it really been a year? - was heady and intense, but over the months since it cooled considerably. I've fallen back in love, and it feels great.
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