My attempt at a story Options

[Konji]

[quote]All around him Konrad could see the effects of fear... the farmers and commoners around him shaking, a sparse few being sick. He could see the effects of fear... the fear that stays concealed in the heart of every man, and decides on the opportune moment to drop it payload. He could feel the effects of war... the degrading monstrosity of it, the thing that leads all men to doom nomatter what the outcome.
It was time. the men shuffled off the carriage to the cries of the men-at-arms and imperial knights around them. Cries of "for the emperor!" could be heard along the forest that they were to fight in. The imperial nobles had decided on who to pick to fight for them, young men had the best chance to survive. They were all handed short swords, a lot of them rusty and worn, and in his hands Konrad's sword became a pile of dust seeping through his fingertips like the sands of time.
The few men in his group charged through the forest, dodging branches and logs, and clashed into a group of daedra. Konrad held back while his friends were slowly defeated. At the last moment he hurtled through the air, knocking a (insert thing that looks like a lizard with the two legs' name here) away from the last survivor of the fight. Konrad fell too, but got to his feet and pounced on the (insertname) poking at its eyeballs and ripping out its teeth.
Konrad rolled away as the (insertname) thrashed about, slicing another one of its species neck open and a blood fountain sprayed over his face. Konrad scurried for one of the swords the others had, and sliced at the last attacking (insertsamenamehere). He sliced at it, but was easily dodged and thrown into a trunk, the bark ripping down his shirt. the thing advanced on the vulnerable redguard that was left. All he could do was cry for help and try to stand up, but his legs would not hold him. Konrad picked himself up from the damp floor and threw his knife at the lizard. -|==> "Bugger!" The knife clashed against the trunk of a smooth tree and flew off sideways into the gloom of the night. Konrad watched helplesly as the redguard was devoured and turned into a true redguard.
The (insertname) slowly turned its head towards Konrad, the crimson blood dripping off it jaw and clashing with the green of the grass. Konrad did the most honourable thing he could... ran. He kept running, and ran all the way back to cyrodiil. He never stopped but snatched food from the windows of houses that he passed. He reached cyrodiil and ran to the palace. He kept running through the palace until he came out through the other side and smacked into an imperial guard. That was where he stopped running. That was where he stopped moving. That was the exact place where his lungs collapsed and his heart gave up, and where his tongue lay limply from his mouth.

Though he was moved. He was moved into one of the cells in the palace and left to become a skeleton...they say that they put him in a cell with a secret passage. Maybe you've seen him?[/quote]

This is my attempt and it was mainly for fun, so don't even think of flaming me. :<

[Konji]

Oh good. This is gonna be in volumes if you like it.

[quote]Myrage slowly rose from the silk bed, rubbing eyes eyes and running his hand through his blonde hair. He dragged himself to the door of his tent and went to the river, bathing his face in the fresh water.
"Aah."He was awake now. He leap back to his tent and finally put some clothes on. He picked up his delicately carved ash longbow and Netch leather quiver and walked out, his head darting left and right in search of breakfast.

He remembered his father's words as he left forest mansion, "There comes a time in every bosmer's life when he must turn into a man. You are to spend a month in the forest of Eldengrove and live you're live as a hunter. Remember the green pact." Myra, for that was his short name, looked down at the regally purple arrow given to him as he left from his village elder. The golden pattern sqiuggled all over the side gleamed from the early morning sun as the dew that rested on the metal caught the light. He placed it back in his quiver and picked out a hunting arrow, vibrant blue feathers sticking out the back.

Myra stalked towards a hollow trunk, catching sight of a heavy rabbit. He breathed deeply and raised his bow with the speed of a master hunter, in other words very slowly. He nocked his arrow and pulled back. Slowly releasing his fingers, he let the arrow from his grasp and straight into the rabbits heart. He did not want to hurt the animals...and he didn't want a mile long chase after a wounded rabbit either. He picked up the rabbt with one leg, slowly withdrew his arrow, and placed by last nights fire. He struck another, and tucked in heartily to his slightly overcooked rabbit. Today was the final day of his trial, he had been counting with a slash on his tent pole a day, and the day when he would try and return home.

Myra was not a master of the forest like everyone else, but lived all his life in a modern manor house, first made by imperial knights but abandoned after poor trade. He was the prince of the village he lived in, and although he was now 17 he had never seen another person under 20. He had been home schooled, and spent most of his spare time loosing at bundles of hay in the vast gardens of his small fortress.

He packed up all his equipment, leaving the rabbit bones to decompose and strapping the tent poles and wrapped around linen to his back. He set off back down the makeshit track he had made, pointing out to himself all the guiding landmarks he needed to find his way back. Though quite an easy task, it was nearing twilight as he first spotted his village again. Odly enough He could see a concentrated flame emerging from the centre of the circular village, and he rushed forward with increased purpose to see the cause. [/quote]