Well, I'm back with my fixed laptop, and I wanna try out a little thing I've been thinking of for a while. It's only been small scenes I've thought of on the fly, but I'm going to try and form a coherent story around it. It follows the story of a redguard, barely surviving in the province of Skyrim. I'll start with the prologue and see what you all think.
This post has been edited by The Solo Rollo: Jul 1 2012, 08:33 PM
The Frost Marauders were once feared through Tamriel as the most vicious and elite bandits ever to set foot on Nirn. They were more than a hundred Men, Mer and Beast alike, all with the desire for only two things in life - gold and bloodshed. They Burned whole towns to the ground, killing everyone including elders and children, and once they were done pillaging the buildings, they would pour barrels of salt over all the fertile land in and around the village.
As their name suggests, the Frost Marauders lived in the mountains of Skyrim, but that didn't stop them from performing raids in all other provinces, even Valenwood. Nobody knows how they managed these large treks undiscovered, even to this day it remains a mystery.
Although the Frost Marauders have devolved into nothing more than a legend, the scars of their tyranny still run through all of Tamriel.
"Always the same story". Elana sighed to herself, a slight smirk on her face. "will he ever stop fantasizing about bandits and thieves?"
This post has been edited by The Solo Rollo: Jul 1 2012, 11:18 PM