Post by Will on May 7, 2011 23:09:33 GMT -5
You finish eating your venison steak, and begin to pack up your tent for the day’s travel. You have been sent as a messenger from your hometown to deliver a Nord-forged blade of the highest quality to a noble collector in the city of Falkreath, in the far south. The master smith of your village had forged this blade over a period of twenty days, making sure it was flawless. While Nords preferred broadswords, axes, or hammers, this blade was curved and the blade was very thin. You had seen illustrations of weapons like this, these Katana, in history books, a functional replica of a weapon used by emperor’s personal guards for centuries. It had been specially ordered, and although the smith had never forged one before, he had done an impeccable job.
The weapon was enclosed in a wooden case, padded with wool to avoid any damage to the blade. You strap the case to your horse Snow, mount her, and begin to travel south.
After three days of travel, your supply of smoked venison begins to run low, and you set up camp, preparing for a day of hunting. You dismount, leashing your horse to a nearby tree, and unstrap your longbow and iron shortsword from your horse, sheathing the blade and strapping on your quiver.
You slowly proceed into the birch forest, eyes peeled for any movement. You walk directly east for about half an hour, using the sun as direction, when you hear a rustling to your right. You drop into a crouch, and stare into the forest, when you see a large white wolf wandering through the trees.
Wolf meat was not as juicy nor as flavorful as venison could be, but it would do well enough. You slowly nock an arrow, and aim your heavy bow directly at the wolf’s heart.
The second you release the arrow, an ear-splitting roar shatters the air around you, the wolf bolts into the forest, your arrow hitting a tree behind it. The world around you begins to shake, and you look all around you but see nothing. And then everything goes dark. A massive shadow envelops the ground around you, and as you look up in terror, you see it.
A Grand Dragon. Fifty feet from head to tail, with deathly black scales, and eyes, red of Oblivion. It slams into the ground in front of you, nearly knocking you to the floor. It stares directly at you, as still as a statue.
You can’t run, your legs won’t work. You stand still, and you slowly nock an arrow and raise your bow, aiming for the beast’s right eye. You release the arrow, and the Dragon’s speed is incredible, twisting it’s neck as the arrow plinks harmlessly off it’s Mithril-hard scales. It charges at you, swinging it’s massive claws at your body. You jump back, and they rip into your leather armor, shredding it as though it were parchment.
Your legs find life, as you turn and sprint with all your strength. You head west, trying to make it back to your horse. The dragon opens it’s massive black wings, and takes to the sky, soaring above you as you run. Suddenly you hear a blast of fire, and dive to your right, avoiding the impact of the dragon’s massive fireball by less than a foot. You roll to your feet, and continue to sprint west.
After five minutes of running and dodging fireballs, you burst out of the forest, and see your horse rearing and kicking, trying to free itself from the tree she was tied to. You draw your shortsword, and slash through the rope restraining her. You roughly shove your bow into Snow’s saddle strap, and vault onto the animal’s back, kicking at it’s sides. The animal begins to gallop at full speed, and as you look back, you see a burst of fire erupt from the forest, as the black dragon launches into the skies.
It begins to pursue you, and catches up in less than a minute. It dives towards you, and while you try to duck, it’s massive arms still smash you in the back, knocking you off of your mount. You struggle to stand, and shout out as you see the dragon grasp Snow in it’s teeth, and toss her like a toy a hundred feet into the air. She crashes down onto the earth, dying immediately. The dragon turns it’s attention to you, running towards you rather then flying. You roll out of the way of it’s claw, and sprint towards your dead horse. The case with the Katana you were supposed to deliver was smashed open, the blade laying on the ground and the sheath snapped in two. The village smith would kill you if this dragon did not.
You gripped the hilt of this weapon, and felt your hands conform perfectly to the leather wrapped hilt. It was nothing like the rough wood of your iron shortsword. Made from Elven steel, it was lighter even then a small dagger.
You face the dragon, and it slashes at you again, but this time you do not run. You gracefully sidestep the attack, and bring the Katana slashing upwards with all your strength. You feel almost no resistance as it slashes through the soft inside of the dragon’s arm, severing it’s right claw.
The beast roared in pain, thrashing around, it’s tail slamming into your side. You would not let it throw you, as you thrust the blade of the Katana through the dragon’s tail, as it picks you up and flails you around like a doll. You pull the sword out of the dragon’s tail, and it launches you into the air, spreads it’s wings, and flies up to meet you. You bring the sword over your head as you fall, and as the dragon opens it’s maw to swallow you, you slash downward, cutting the beast’s neck and body all the way down, and you land on the road, rolling to ease the impact. The dragon shrieks and flies higher, but then stops moving and begins to spiral towards the ground. The beast’s blood rained from the sky, and it’s massive body crashed to the ground.
You walk to the dragon’s body, placing your hand on it’s chest. You feel the beast’s soul being absorbed into your own, and hear a whisper inside of your head. You cut out one of the dragon’s massive teeth, planning on having it turned into a blade. You walk to Snow, and kneel over her, still hearing the dragon’s whisper in your head.
“Ret Hyn Dah” you whisper, and a blue light emanates from your mouth, surrounding the horse’s body. Her wounds begin to close, her bones begin to reshape, and her eyes spring open, and she stands with a quiet neigh. You smile as you mount the horse. You examine the Katana, there is absolutely no damage on the blade, and while the wrapping on the hilt was soaked in blood, and the sheath was snapped, you had knowledge of leatherworking and woodworking, and could easily fashion a new wrapping and sheath for it when you reached the city.
You strap the dragon’s tooth to Snow’s saddlestrap, and once again begin to travel south.
The weapon was enclosed in a wooden case, padded with wool to avoid any damage to the blade. You strap the case to your horse Snow, mount her, and begin to travel south.
After three days of travel, your supply of smoked venison begins to run low, and you set up camp, preparing for a day of hunting. You dismount, leashing your horse to a nearby tree, and unstrap your longbow and iron shortsword from your horse, sheathing the blade and strapping on your quiver.
You slowly proceed into the birch forest, eyes peeled for any movement. You walk directly east for about half an hour, using the sun as direction, when you hear a rustling to your right. You drop into a crouch, and stare into the forest, when you see a large white wolf wandering through the trees.
Wolf meat was not as juicy nor as flavorful as venison could be, but it would do well enough. You slowly nock an arrow, and aim your heavy bow directly at the wolf’s heart.
The second you release the arrow, an ear-splitting roar shatters the air around you, the wolf bolts into the forest, your arrow hitting a tree behind it. The world around you begins to shake, and you look all around you but see nothing. And then everything goes dark. A massive shadow envelops the ground around you, and as you look up in terror, you see it.
A Grand Dragon. Fifty feet from head to tail, with deathly black scales, and eyes, red of Oblivion. It slams into the ground in front of you, nearly knocking you to the floor. It stares directly at you, as still as a statue.
You can’t run, your legs won’t work. You stand still, and you slowly nock an arrow and raise your bow, aiming for the beast’s right eye. You release the arrow, and the Dragon’s speed is incredible, twisting it’s neck as the arrow plinks harmlessly off it’s Mithril-hard scales. It charges at you, swinging it’s massive claws at your body. You jump back, and they rip into your leather armor, shredding it as though it were parchment.
Your legs find life, as you turn and sprint with all your strength. You head west, trying to make it back to your horse. The dragon opens it’s massive black wings, and takes to the sky, soaring above you as you run. Suddenly you hear a blast of fire, and dive to your right, avoiding the impact of the dragon’s massive fireball by less than a foot. You roll to your feet, and continue to sprint west.
After five minutes of running and dodging fireballs, you burst out of the forest, and see your horse rearing and kicking, trying to free itself from the tree she was tied to. You draw your shortsword, and slash through the rope restraining her. You roughly shove your bow into Snow’s saddle strap, and vault onto the animal’s back, kicking at it’s sides. The animal begins to gallop at full speed, and as you look back, you see a burst of fire erupt from the forest, as the black dragon launches into the skies.
It begins to pursue you, and catches up in less than a minute. It dives towards you, and while you try to duck, it’s massive arms still smash you in the back, knocking you off of your mount. You struggle to stand, and shout out as you see the dragon grasp Snow in it’s teeth, and toss her like a toy a hundred feet into the air. She crashes down onto the earth, dying immediately. The dragon turns it’s attention to you, running towards you rather then flying. You roll out of the way of it’s claw, and sprint towards your dead horse. The case with the Katana you were supposed to deliver was smashed open, the blade laying on the ground and the sheath snapped in two. The village smith would kill you if this dragon did not.
You gripped the hilt of this weapon, and felt your hands conform perfectly to the leather wrapped hilt. It was nothing like the rough wood of your iron shortsword. Made from Elven steel, it was lighter even then a small dagger.
You face the dragon, and it slashes at you again, but this time you do not run. You gracefully sidestep the attack, and bring the Katana slashing upwards with all your strength. You feel almost no resistance as it slashes through the soft inside of the dragon’s arm, severing it’s right claw.
The beast roared in pain, thrashing around, it’s tail slamming into your side. You would not let it throw you, as you thrust the blade of the Katana through the dragon’s tail, as it picks you up and flails you around like a doll. You pull the sword out of the dragon’s tail, and it launches you into the air, spreads it’s wings, and flies up to meet you. You bring the sword over your head as you fall, and as the dragon opens it’s maw to swallow you, you slash downward, cutting the beast’s neck and body all the way down, and you land on the road, rolling to ease the impact. The dragon shrieks and flies higher, but then stops moving and begins to spiral towards the ground. The beast’s blood rained from the sky, and it’s massive body crashed to the ground.
You walk to the dragon’s body, placing your hand on it’s chest. You feel the beast’s soul being absorbed into your own, and hear a whisper inside of your head. You cut out one of the dragon’s massive teeth, planning on having it turned into a blade. You walk to Snow, and kneel over her, still hearing the dragon’s whisper in your head.
“Ret Hyn Dah” you whisper, and a blue light emanates from your mouth, surrounding the horse’s body. Her wounds begin to close, her bones begin to reshape, and her eyes spring open, and she stands with a quiet neigh. You smile as you mount the horse. You examine the Katana, there is absolutely no damage on the blade, and while the wrapping on the hilt was soaked in blood, and the sheath was snapped, you had knowledge of leatherworking and woodworking, and could easily fashion a new wrapping and sheath for it when you reached the city.
You strap the dragon’s tooth to Snow’s saddlestrap, and once again begin to travel south.