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]

[quote]Myra charged through the rotting wooden arch leading to the centre and raced up the main street. He slowed to a stop, resting on a decrepit wooden fence.

The scene unveiled to him was one of wonder. Around the perimeter of the centre circle were placed over 2 dozen torches, burning a strange blue. Azure light flickered around the village, casting a long shadow behind Myra. Sat down cross legged were 3 tiers of, who Myra thought, were probably villagers. There were robed in a dark green velvet, hoods up and a circle of dead and far browning leaves around them. At the centre of all this was a raging fire, so tremendously hot that Myra had to eventually take a step back, but the front line of villagers never flinched. They seemed trapped in a deep meditation around the fire, all intent on staring at the it.

He strode forwards through the seated bosmer, heading directly for the mysterious pyre. Shielding his eyes, Myra looked into the fire and saw the body of another elf, now total black and starting to fall apart. His mother stood weeping by the fire, and the realization now sunk in to him. It was his father! He ran up to his mother and shoock her, "What happened to him? What happened?" He broke down, tears streaming down his face. His mother crouched beside him... speaking in a subdued and calming voice.

"It was an assassin of some sort, though for the life of me I cannot think why this happened. He was dressed in all black, and when he left the watchman saw him pass through the eastern gate." Myra rose up, his eyes ablaze with anger and his voice that of a man, (for a woodelf anyway lolz hahahahahaha!!!11!!!1!!)

"I will find this man, and i will avenge my fathers death. I am to travel to Cyrodiil and find out the answers to the mystery of his demise." With that he ran from the village knocking aside the robed figures and splashing the cold murky water from the puddles onto his only clothes.[/quote]