Post by zenel1highelf on Sept 17, 2011 13:17:19 GMT -5
"The only thing worse than an Orc is an Orc whose a werewolf" said the prison warden. You open your eyes to find you are in a small cell, there's a plate of cheese and bread at your feet but you pay no mind to it. As you look around the cold and damp cell you realize not only are you shackled to the wall but you're not alone in this already small cell. You examine the other prisoner to find it is a Bosmer, he looks badly beaten and seems to be parched and quite possibly starved. You ask the warden why you're in prison but get no response, which gets your Orcish blood flowing with disdain. Then you hear a weak, raspy voice say "You're a Werebeast, but for some reason they didn't kill you. You apparently slaughtered the Lord of Rifton's son." You try to remember ever doing such a terrible deed but can't remember ever doing such a thing when you suddenly remember the night you were traveling from Cyrodiil.
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"You had best keep up, Gro-Mor, I'll not wait all night" you hear your best friend and closest ally call to you. You pick up your pace, hearing the clank of your ebony armor on the cobblestone path and feeling the weight of your giant battleaxe, Golembreaker. Your friend is a High Elf Mage named Zamen, skilled most in the arts of Mysticism. His blue silk robes flowing gently in the wind, his hand on the pommel of his dagger, Frostmelt. As you catch up you realize Zamen is in his battle stance, dagger drawn, staring out into the forests of the Heartlands, when suddenly you see a Werewolf charge straight at Zamen, it's fur stained brown with what appeared to be fresh blood on it's coat. You draw your battleaxe and charge straight at it, hoping you can be rid of the beast before any serious harm is done to your friend, when out of nowhere a silver arrow flies out of the woods and pierces the beast's skull causing it to trip and fall, dead, before it reaches Zamen. You are still on your guard though as the figure emerges from the dark woods.
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You wake up to a jolt of ice cold water splashing you in the face, and realize you're in the prison again. As you look up you see a tall, bearded Nord glaring at you with much hatred in his eyes. "Is this the foul beast who slaughtered my son?" the Nord asked the warden. "Yes, that is him, my Lord" the warden replied before spitting at you. You ask the Nord to hear your side of the story before jumping to any conclusions. He looks at you with more fury in his eyes when you notice his hands are glowing bright blue as he charges and fires a lightning spell at you, causing your to writhe in pain as the shackles conduct it more around your wrists, before you lose consciousness, you hear him say "Don't you talk to me you vermin! The guard saw you standing over my....."
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As you and Zamen look out at the figure approaching, you see it is a young High Elf, he appears to be in his teens, holding an Elven long bow, a glowing silver arrow in his right hand ready to shoot you down if you appeared to be a threat. Zamen steps forward and tells the young Elf that he is indebted to him for saving his life, and asks for his saviors name. Just before the Elf can speak a huge claw swipes him in the face and neck sending him flying, where he smashes into a boulder head first, breaking his neck, just as you hear it crunch from the impact you see a huge white Werewolf growling and bearing it's teeth at you and Zamen. Then you hear him shout a spell and see the werewolf levitating off the ground, and you realize Zamen is using his telekinesis spell, and seeing that this is your chance, you charge at the beast, raising your axe up high and striking down with all your might, and you sever it's head. As you go to the young Elf's body, which is now slumped on the boulder, you hear people in the distance quickly approaching. You turn toward Zamen, the sun rising at his back, and notice he's glowing a bright purple as he then vanishes, then everything fades as you feel the hilt of a claymore hit you in the back of your head.
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You awaken to find yourself in the middle of Rifton, your neck touching cold stone, you realize you're being executed. As you look around, you see the Nord who shocked you and the warden by his side, to your left, a hooded man holding none other than your own axe, preparing to sever your head, as he pulls your huge axe above his head you hear someone in the crowd shout:
Wait! The Elder Scrolls has foretold this, this Orc is the Dovahkiin! The Dragonborn!"
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"You had best keep up, Gro-Mor, I'll not wait all night" you hear your best friend and closest ally call to you. You pick up your pace, hearing the clank of your ebony armor on the cobblestone path and feeling the weight of your giant battleaxe, Golembreaker. Your friend is a High Elf Mage named Zamen, skilled most in the arts of Mysticism. His blue silk robes flowing gently in the wind, his hand on the pommel of his dagger, Frostmelt. As you catch up you realize Zamen is in his battle stance, dagger drawn, staring out into the forests of the Heartlands, when suddenly you see a Werewolf charge straight at Zamen, it's fur stained brown with what appeared to be fresh blood on it's coat. You draw your battleaxe and charge straight at it, hoping you can be rid of the beast before any serious harm is done to your friend, when out of nowhere a silver arrow flies out of the woods and pierces the beast's skull causing it to trip and fall, dead, before it reaches Zamen. You are still on your guard though as the figure emerges from the dark woods.
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You wake up to a jolt of ice cold water splashing you in the face, and realize you're in the prison again. As you look up you see a tall, bearded Nord glaring at you with much hatred in his eyes. "Is this the foul beast who slaughtered my son?" the Nord asked the warden. "Yes, that is him, my Lord" the warden replied before spitting at you. You ask the Nord to hear your side of the story before jumping to any conclusions. He looks at you with more fury in his eyes when you notice his hands are glowing bright blue as he charges and fires a lightning spell at you, causing your to writhe in pain as the shackles conduct it more around your wrists, before you lose consciousness, you hear him say "Don't you talk to me you vermin! The guard saw you standing over my....."
**********************
As you and Zamen look out at the figure approaching, you see it is a young High Elf, he appears to be in his teens, holding an Elven long bow, a glowing silver arrow in his right hand ready to shoot you down if you appeared to be a threat. Zamen steps forward and tells the young Elf that he is indebted to him for saving his life, and asks for his saviors name. Just before the Elf can speak a huge claw swipes him in the face and neck sending him flying, where he smashes into a boulder head first, breaking his neck, just as you hear it crunch from the impact you see a huge white Werewolf growling and bearing it's teeth at you and Zamen. Then you hear him shout a spell and see the werewolf levitating off the ground, and you realize Zamen is using his telekinesis spell, and seeing that this is your chance, you charge at the beast, raising your axe up high and striking down with all your might, and you sever it's head. As you go to the young Elf's body, which is now slumped on the boulder, you hear people in the distance quickly approaching. You turn toward Zamen, the sun rising at his back, and notice he's glowing a bright purple as he then vanishes, then everything fades as you feel the hilt of a claymore hit you in the back of your head.
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You awaken to find yourself in the middle of Rifton, your neck touching cold stone, you realize you're being executed. As you look around, you see the Nord who shocked you and the warden by his side, to your left, a hooded man holding none other than your own axe, preparing to sever your head, as he pulls your huge axe above his head you hear someone in the crowd shout:
Wait! The Elder Scrolls has foretold this, this Orc is the Dovahkiin! The Dragonborn!"