Blue-Orange Mercenaries:Prologue, A story about a band of friends. Options

[ureniashtram]

The breeze outside the bar was cold, quiet and slightly melancholic. The city of cheydinhal was always like this, but the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn was not.

"Hey Lumpy, you gots any septim?" said a male dunmer with a pony-tail hair. Like any dunmer, this dunmer got fiery eyes, with his skin ashen gray. A leather cuirass on his torso, he had a rust dagger for protection. The rest of his attire was commoner clothes.

"What?! Lum-eep thought you were goin' to bring Emperor's coin, Damaren?" replied a rather stout argonian with an accusing tone. Unusuall for his race, this Betmer has a red skintone with brownish hue to it. Like his elven counterpart, Lumpy wore a leather cuirass over his clothes.

Damaren quickly stood up, rather annoyed that his argonian friend didnt bring any money, yelled;

"First of all it's called septims, and second with no money, that bouncer over there will have our asses thrown if we dont have any money to pay our bar tab-"

Suddenly he was lifted in the air by very muscular orc. The Orsimer wore a brown shirt, coupled with a plaid red pants. He wore leather boots, with an Iron mace strapped on to his waist.

"No money to pay your bar tabs again, Damy?" the orc's words were dripping with sarcasm, while malice shone on his eyes.

"Ummnn...n-no, m-me an-and my friend here are just discussing our mercenaries bar tabs, right Lumpy?" Damaren winked at Lupmy, while stummering in front of the orc.

"Mercernaries? I don't recall having a bunch of mercenaries 're." the orc wondered out loud, while scratching his chin in thought.

"Ummm, actually this isnt the place our allies visited." the dunmer answered. Damaren was known in Cheydinhal to be a fast-talker. In his youth, he fast-talked a guard to let him go because the guard caught him stealing.

He even fast-talked a merchant to giving him free wares, to the point that Damaren came back in his home with two sacks of armor and supplies. Until then, he was titled 'The Silver-Tongued Devil' by the citizens of Cheydinhal.

"Well if that's the case, can I join?" asked the orc. "This job is just boring every second. I've known you two with all my time here in Cheydinhal, and I know you will accept."

The duo just stared at him blankly, with Lumpy scratching his head in confusion.

"Well, to tell you the truth the men who had the bar tabs, were arrested for assault and disorderly conduct, so... Yeah, you can join Lugrub." the dunmer smiled an awkward smile.

"A band mercenaries, eh? This will be interesting, I guess Damaren has a good plan after all. Except for that day when we pretended we were jesters fo the Count of Skingrad only having us running for our lives when we discovered tha-"....

"Lumpy, prepare our supplies from our house, we are leaving for the Imperial City in one hour. Also buy us some weapons, here's the money."Damaren suddenly ordered. Lumpy irritated, replied with;

"By buying you mean stealing right?"

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The Next Evening

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"Ugh, finally the Roxey Inn. Let's stay here for night, men" Damaren said tiredly. Inside, the trio saw a female Nord chatting with an Imperial dressed in a full suit of Chainmail armor. As the trio headed for the Propietor of the establishment, the entrance of the Inn flew, and a dozen of Bandits entered.

"By the nine! Bandits! Run for your lives!" yelled a panicking Damaren. As the bandits spread out, five of them charged at the trio. Lumpy the argonian picked up a chair and throwed it at the nearest bandit, and while he was thrown backwards, his axe flew to the direction of Lumpy.

The argonian swiftly picked it up in mid-air and started swinging wildly at the bandit. Damaren, however, hid behind a table, shaking with fear. But when two of the bandits confronted him he became wild, picking up a bowl he smashed it on the bandit's face, but the other charged, mace swinging.

Damaren evaded a skull-crushing blow, but he knew that he would not last long. He searched for a weapon, anything that he could use to stall his opponent.

As the bandit grabbed him, a blade came out of his head.

"You gotta be more careful, mate." as the body fell limp Damaren saw the Imperial dressed in chainmail.

"Im Adellus" the Imperial smiled. The bandit who just got his face smashed alerted the other outlaws making it ten against four. The female nord hid below the counter crying in fear.

"Raagghh!" Lugrub roared as he threw a chair at the bandits direction. One of the bandits got impaled and screamed with agony. After that, the muscular orc picked up a table and swinged like a madman at the outlaws.

Lumpy also joined the fight and chopped at a Breton bandit, decapitating him on the process.

"Such ferocity, Argonian." remarked Adellus as he stabbed a Bosmer bandit. Lugrub broke the table he was wielding and grabbed a large broom. The bandits laughed, but those who got near Lugrub had their necks broken. This continued for a while.

After a short battle, the remaining bandits ran and said something about an ayleid ruin not far from the Inn.

"And don't you forget it!"roared Damaren arrogantly. Lugrub just shrugged and bent down to loot a bandit clad in Steel armor.

"Loot them and let's throw them outside, friends." Lumpy's voice was evidently tired.

As they looted the dead bandits, the Imperial sighed;

"Good ridance, I thought there will more of them. You handled yourself pretty impresive at the fight, lad. Let me guess..mercenaries?"

"Yep. We are the..the..Blue-O mercenaries, we are currently heading for the Imperial city, to recruit some more men, you wanna join the famous group of them all?" obviously this was a lie. The Blue-Orange mercenaries were just formed by a trio of no-good outcasts.


"Well, I'm currently longing for an adventure so, count me in." Adellus smiled proudly as if he winned a beautiful woman to marry. After minute or two of chatting,

Damaren fast-talked the owner of the inn for free use of the beds.

The owner thanked them for defending her Inn and asked if the group can help her get rid of a base of bandits they encountered.

"If we rested on top of free beds then consider it done, you ug- I mean beautiful nord." after the chit-chat the group headed upstairs and slept for the night.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 25 2010, 08:46 AM

[ureniashtram]

yeah..sorry 'bout dat, aint getting used to write in english but I'm trying. Got alot on me mind about DCW(u know wat i mean )anywhoo heres the second part.



Chapter 1 The Elemental Bloodline:


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Damaren slowly opened his eyes to see a grassland surrounded with mountains and oceans. As he walked, he noticed a dunmer man holding a baby humming a tune familiar to Damaren.

As he slowly walked towards the old man, he noticed a several golden-armored figures running towards the old man. As the old man looked towards the direction of the figures, all he saw was a spear directed at his head.

The old man evaded the spear and hid the baby inside a rock. Damaren was suprised at what he saw, not only that the old man have evade several blows, he countered them with deadly reflexes. As one of the figures charged, the old man also charged and did the unbelievable.

The old man jumped superhuman heights and landed on the fellow with an enormous thud. After that, two more charged and swinged their swords with ritual-like stances. The old man however didn't even flinch, and after evading several skull-crushing and head-seperating blows, he punched and kicked the two figures, sending them flying like ragdolls.

"Now, I'm gonna teach you how an Ashtram really fights!" as he said this, the clouds became dark, like a storm just arrived, the wind also raged as if the earth itself is raging. After saying some unknown incantations, the clouds whirled and strucked a very powerful energy upon the old man.For a while they thought that the old man just commited suicide, but they were wrong.

"Feel free to see the sights,cause it may be your last!" roared an unknown voice while thunder and lightning erupted. The tallest of the figures, who Damaren presumed to be the leader, yelled.

"Insulting the Goddess was your final mistake!and its only fitting that your bloodline ends. Give me the boy, and we can end this foolishness." after the leader said this, the maelstrom of pure energy only raged far more.


The air was freezing, the clouds were blocking the sun, and suddenly a ball of green color strucked one of the figures and paralyzed him.

"Is that all you can do Jureni?!I thought you were an Elem-" while the leader were mocking a man called Jureni, the paralyzed man became a giant humanoid tree and crushed a group of reinforcements.

The large tree bacame another creature with tentacles and huge eye.

"You were right about one thing Grandcaptain, a bloodline will end. But not mine...it's gonna be...YOURS!!"as the man called Jureni said this, Damaren saw a humanoid figure descending and was shocked. The old man and Jureni was the same person.

I think that's all for now, hope you enjoyed it.

This post has been edited by ureniashtram: Apr 25 2010, 08:53 AM

[RavenMind]

yeah..srry bout dat,aint getting used to write in english but im trying.got alot on me mind about DCW(u know wat i mean )anywhoo heres the second part.

Not trying to be super critical here, but perhaps you should start by trying to write in proper English. "srry bout dat,aint"... please. People are here because they like to read. I'm sure you had some good ideas for this story, but I only made it as far as the fourth paragraph before I gave up. Good luck in the future!