What I love most about Skyrim (and TES in general) is how, once the surface is at all scratched, you’re confronted with the most buckwild lore in the history of ever. Like, Skyrim’s baseline experience is: you are a person born with the soul of a dragon, which means you can absorb their souls and speak their language. Fair enough! There are two moons! And vampires! Giants herd mammoths across the plains!
and when you look at all teh deadra princes its like yeah theres this entire pantheon of gods separate from the main ones. some of them are assholes and some of them are nice. theres one that just wants to party and challenges people to drinking contests at local taverns