(tries not to have spoilers by mentioning no locations, but just in case, this does describe a short sojourn through an area)
One of Cromarty's tales
I was riding along, and suddenly I was assaulted by a stream of bolts of frost and fire from an unseen enemy, my strength rapidly sapped by the onslaught. I back off and dismount, and move forward carefully again through the undergrowth, taking pains to remain unseen and unheard, letting them think their attack had sent me fleeing.
Witches! The whole area is patrolled by them, around what I guess must be a central camp of some sort. I manage to locate them one by one, and with my bow alone I slay them. Most never even realize the direction their death comes from.
Eventually I have ended all the lives of the lesser witches, and I approach the camp, still unseen and unknown to whoever is in there, and I discover their "witch mother." A game of cat and mouse follows as I pick at her with arrows and she searches desperately to find a target for her fierce magics. She is much tougher than her followers or students, whichever it might have been, and there are times I fear for my life as I try to hit home with my arrows while remaining in shelter from her magical attacks.
In the end, I triumph! I am feeling very pleased with myself, more so as I find an item to complete a task I had been asked to do. It is with much smug glee that I leave the area and return to my faithful steed.... who is on his side on the ground, quite dead.
My joy stolen, I pause and wonder who has done this deed, slain a lone horse. He has always been safe before when left alone, but now he is here, his corpse still cooling and full of arrows.
There was a dead bandit who had wandered into an arcane trap back there at the witches demesne, perhaps they had slain my unnamed charger on their way? Perhaps stray arrows from my engagements, since my aim is not perfect, had found an unintended target in my own mount?
I realize I will never know, and take what is useful from the body - waste not, want not - and rise from my crouched inspection to continue on my way on foot.
I stick to the paths and roads in this mountainous and unknown area, deciding not to head to the cities just yet. A fort is marked on my map, information gleaned from an earlier exploration of a map room, and perhaps they have horses for sale there, or at least ones that can be 'obtained' if needed. The ability to move about unseen has advantages beyond those in combat.
A passing hunter has nothing interesting to say or sell, but a nearby cave grabs my attention. Inside I find... vampires! I feel the thrill of excitement. I have longed to be turned, as the expression goes, as I know (or at least, I think I do) the benefits that come with that, and yes, I am aware of the drawbacks too, or at least what the legends of other times say about the pros and cons of such a thing.
I slay a few, but decide I will wait to be converted to one of their kind. I have things to do yet that might be hindered by the downsides of such a change; at least I know where to come to invite their bite.
I resume my journey to the point marked on the map, and indeed find a fort, but it is no longer under the control of those who built it. I had hoped to find a refuge, a place for rest and companionship, to buy and sell, and to search for a new faithful steed, but instead I find it overrun with bandits.
Most are easy pickings as I move around unseen and they look down in surprise at their body to find that an arrow is embedded there and they slump from their chairs, dead before they had time to rise. Clearly they are lazy and complacent, fresh from their conquest of the building and thinking it theirs now.
Their leader proves to be a significant challenge, and yes I must call upon the dark magic of the amulet of time (I have to reload after dying ahem) more than once before he finally lays dead at my feet. Some further exploration reveals a worthy haul, some new armor to keep me safe in my battles, and I feel the pang and regret at the loss of my horse lessened.
Now, where to go from here? So many choices, so many choices....