Post by Will on May 7, 2011 21:55:37 GMT -5
The bear tears into your flesh, rearing back on it’s hind legs, and slashing at you with it’s massive claws. It inflicts a long gash in your chest, shredding straight through your leather armor. You fall to the ground in pain, and the bear lunges onto you, pounding your body with it’s powerful arms.
Somehow, you manage to reach your dagger on your belt, and bring it up and through the bear’s throat. It roared in pain and tumbled off of you, and you jump to your feet, thrusting the dagger through the bear’s skull. It trashed around, knocking you to the ground, before falling to the ground, dead.
You stand, and with your dagger, begin to cut the skin and meat off of the beast. Over the course of three days, you work a new set of armor and a cloak from the bear’s pelt, happily sustaining yourself with it’s meat, and drinking melted snow. You were a hunter, and a master archer.
This was the first time you fouled up one of your shots, as the bear laid down without warning just as you fired your powerful bow directly at it’s heart. Wounded but still powerful, it charged at you, leading to melee combat with the beast.
You felt lucky to get away with your life, but without healing from a priest or alchemist, your wound would get infected. You pack up as much meat as you can carry in your pack, and begin to head back to your village.
You forgot how far you traveled, and within half a day without washing the wound, it became crippling. You collapsed in the road, and tried to call for help, hoping a trade caravan or another hunter would be close enough to hear you. No help came as you slowly blacked out and saw only darkness.
You feel only pain, a burning sensation surrounding your torso. And then the pain is gone. You slowly open your eyes, and see the smiling face of a beautiful young Breton woman looking you right in the eyes. She could not have been older then 15.
“Get up lazy!” she yelled, playfully slapping you in the cheek. This wakes you up fully, and you sit up in the bed. You are in a small wooden house, and all you can see is pine and birch trees out the window across from you. “So what’s your name?” she asked. You tell her, and she smiles at you. “Huh, can’t say that’s what I woulda’ picked for you, but if that’s your name… I’m Gendrina. I used to be a chapel initiate, but now me and my family live here. Mother, he’s awake, come in here!”
An older and heavier Breton woman came in from the other room and smiled at you.
“You’re lucky I was a priestess boy, or you would be in a grave right now. Still have some magic in these old hands. My husband is out collecting firewood, he should be home soon. You just get some rest. I am Jenessa, by the way.”
You roll over and fall asleep instantly. You wake up a few hours later and meet Jenessa’s husband, a tall Nord man named Asard, at sundown as he arrives home. You spend hours discussing hunting tactics, and sparring with wooden longswords. He was once a member of the guard in a far-off city called “Bruma,” you had never heard of the place. You felt you would become good friends with this man.
He was halfway through a speech listing different human-safe poisons to use on arrows, when suddenly he stopped short and seemed to choke. His eyes opened wide in fear, and he stumbled over to the window.
“No! It was not supposed to be tonight!” he gasped. you stand and look through the window, and freeze in fear when you saw the sky, and immediately knew what I was facing. The moon was full.
Jenessa came stumbling out of the kitchen, and you could hear Gendrina screaming in her room.
“We must have miscounted, it was supposed to be tomorrow!” she cried. Her body began to change, her face elongating, her clothes tearing as she grew taller, her hair beginning to whiten and spread across her entire body. The same was happening to Asard, and there was the sound of glass breaking and a wolf’s howling coming from the second floor. “Get out of here boy!” she growled, just as the transformation completed, and two fully evolved Werewolves stood before you.
You grabbed your longsword and sprinted for the door, but the wolf Asard grabbed hold of your arm and through you with unbelievable strength at the wall. You scramble to your feet, and make a run for the door again, this time met with the claws of the wolf Jenessa. You had no choice but to fight. Asard slashed at you, and you swung the sword upward, slashing the werewolf’s hand off, and he fell back and howled in pain. Jenessa jumped at you, claws flailing wildly through the air.
You roll just in time, and she crashes into the wall, and as she turns, you thrust your sword forward and strike her in the heart, and she immediately falls, dead. Asard is on his feet now, bleeding from his missing hand, and begins to bite and scratch at you with is remaining arm. You block his claws with your sword, and kick out with all your strength, forcing him off balance. He trips and falls, and you lunge forward and stab the blade through his torso. He thrashes around hissing and slashing at your face, as you thrust the blade deeper, ending his life.
You don’t even have time to breath, as the door crashes open and the wolf Gendrina sprints into the room. This wolf was solid black, not white like the others, and actually looked bigger then her parents. She jumped at you, grabbing for your neck with her claws, and you did not hesitate as you swung your sword with all your might, beheading the werewolf.
They were all dead. Slowly they began transforming back into their human bodies, as the curse left them in death. You fell to your knees, knowing you just slew an innocent family who could not control themselves. Werewolves are not like Vampires, with some semblance of their human minds. They are thoughtless beasts, who’s only release is through death.
You wanted to take your own life, you did not know if you could live with this horror. You raise your sword in front of you and turn it towards your throat and begin to cry. Then you hear voices.
“Captain, there’s a house over here!”
“Let’s investigate it, swords out, I don’t like what we heard”
You take the sword away from your neck and stand, and try to make a run for the window, when the door is kicked open, and three Mounted Guards rushed into the house. You knew what it looked like. Three people dead, a woman and a child. The youngest of the guards vomits, another went blue in the face. The older guard captain pulled himself together and saw you running for the window.
“STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!” and as you begin to climb out, you felt the intense pain of an arrow impacting your shoulder, and you fall over, unconscious.
You wake up in jail. You do not know how many days it has been. No matter what you told the court or the guards, they would not believe your story about the werewolves. Three years passed in this prison, as you worked as a blacksmith, making armor for the guards-they would not allow you to smith weapons, as you could use it for an escape.
One night you awake to the clangs of metal from swords hitting shields. An old bearded man is standing outside your cell, melting the bars with a hand of fire.
“Get up, young one. You…are Dovahkiin, Dragonborn.”
Somehow, you manage to reach your dagger on your belt, and bring it up and through the bear’s throat. It roared in pain and tumbled off of you, and you jump to your feet, thrusting the dagger through the bear’s skull. It trashed around, knocking you to the ground, before falling to the ground, dead.
You stand, and with your dagger, begin to cut the skin and meat off of the beast. Over the course of three days, you work a new set of armor and a cloak from the bear’s pelt, happily sustaining yourself with it’s meat, and drinking melted snow. You were a hunter, and a master archer.
This was the first time you fouled up one of your shots, as the bear laid down without warning just as you fired your powerful bow directly at it’s heart. Wounded but still powerful, it charged at you, leading to melee combat with the beast.
You felt lucky to get away with your life, but without healing from a priest or alchemist, your wound would get infected. You pack up as much meat as you can carry in your pack, and begin to head back to your village.
You forgot how far you traveled, and within half a day without washing the wound, it became crippling. You collapsed in the road, and tried to call for help, hoping a trade caravan or another hunter would be close enough to hear you. No help came as you slowly blacked out and saw only darkness.
You feel only pain, a burning sensation surrounding your torso. And then the pain is gone. You slowly open your eyes, and see the smiling face of a beautiful young Breton woman looking you right in the eyes. She could not have been older then 15.
“Get up lazy!” she yelled, playfully slapping you in the cheek. This wakes you up fully, and you sit up in the bed. You are in a small wooden house, and all you can see is pine and birch trees out the window across from you. “So what’s your name?” she asked. You tell her, and she smiles at you. “Huh, can’t say that’s what I woulda’ picked for you, but if that’s your name… I’m Gendrina. I used to be a chapel initiate, but now me and my family live here. Mother, he’s awake, come in here!”
An older and heavier Breton woman came in from the other room and smiled at you.
“You’re lucky I was a priestess boy, or you would be in a grave right now. Still have some magic in these old hands. My husband is out collecting firewood, he should be home soon. You just get some rest. I am Jenessa, by the way.”
You roll over and fall asleep instantly. You wake up a few hours later and meet Jenessa’s husband, a tall Nord man named Asard, at sundown as he arrives home. You spend hours discussing hunting tactics, and sparring with wooden longswords. He was once a member of the guard in a far-off city called “Bruma,” you had never heard of the place. You felt you would become good friends with this man.
He was halfway through a speech listing different human-safe poisons to use on arrows, when suddenly he stopped short and seemed to choke. His eyes opened wide in fear, and he stumbled over to the window.
“No! It was not supposed to be tonight!” he gasped. you stand and look through the window, and freeze in fear when you saw the sky, and immediately knew what I was facing. The moon was full.
Jenessa came stumbling out of the kitchen, and you could hear Gendrina screaming in her room.
“We must have miscounted, it was supposed to be tomorrow!” she cried. Her body began to change, her face elongating, her clothes tearing as she grew taller, her hair beginning to whiten and spread across her entire body. The same was happening to Asard, and there was the sound of glass breaking and a wolf’s howling coming from the second floor. “Get out of here boy!” she growled, just as the transformation completed, and two fully evolved Werewolves stood before you.
You grabbed your longsword and sprinted for the door, but the wolf Asard grabbed hold of your arm and through you with unbelievable strength at the wall. You scramble to your feet, and make a run for the door again, this time met with the claws of the wolf Jenessa. You had no choice but to fight. Asard slashed at you, and you swung the sword upward, slashing the werewolf’s hand off, and he fell back and howled in pain. Jenessa jumped at you, claws flailing wildly through the air.
You roll just in time, and she crashes into the wall, and as she turns, you thrust your sword forward and strike her in the heart, and she immediately falls, dead. Asard is on his feet now, bleeding from his missing hand, and begins to bite and scratch at you with is remaining arm. You block his claws with your sword, and kick out with all your strength, forcing him off balance. He trips and falls, and you lunge forward and stab the blade through his torso. He thrashes around hissing and slashing at your face, as you thrust the blade deeper, ending his life.
You don’t even have time to breath, as the door crashes open and the wolf Gendrina sprints into the room. This wolf was solid black, not white like the others, and actually looked bigger then her parents. She jumped at you, grabbing for your neck with her claws, and you did not hesitate as you swung your sword with all your might, beheading the werewolf.
They were all dead. Slowly they began transforming back into their human bodies, as the curse left them in death. You fell to your knees, knowing you just slew an innocent family who could not control themselves. Werewolves are not like Vampires, with some semblance of their human minds. They are thoughtless beasts, who’s only release is through death.
You wanted to take your own life, you did not know if you could live with this horror. You raise your sword in front of you and turn it towards your throat and begin to cry. Then you hear voices.
“Captain, there’s a house over here!”
“Let’s investigate it, swords out, I don’t like what we heard”
You take the sword away from your neck and stand, and try to make a run for the window, when the door is kicked open, and three Mounted Guards rushed into the house. You knew what it looked like. Three people dead, a woman and a child. The youngest of the guards vomits, another went blue in the face. The older guard captain pulled himself together and saw you running for the window.
“STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM!” and as you begin to climb out, you felt the intense pain of an arrow impacting your shoulder, and you fall over, unconscious.
You wake up in jail. You do not know how many days it has been. No matter what you told the court or the guards, they would not believe your story about the werewolves. Three years passed in this prison, as you worked as a blacksmith, making armor for the guards-they would not allow you to smith weapons, as you could use it for an escape.
One night you awake to the clangs of metal from swords hitting shields. An old bearded man is standing outside your cell, melting the bars with a hand of fire.
“Get up, young one. You…are Dovahkiin, Dragonborn.”