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]The sweltering heat of the midday sun burned on Myra's back. Finding the nearest large rock, he slumped beneath it, and lay down for a rest. 'I must be nearing the lake now!' He thought to himself, scurrying around his sack for whatever refreshment was left. Finding a small bottle of water, Myra popped the cork off and drank thirstily. His heart was now starting to beat slower, endless road stretching it to its limits. Hauling himself up Myra continued along the path he was following, wondering if he would sooner reach the end or die where he walked. His feet had given up, but his will to find his father's killer kept him from falling.

After hours walking, the Bosmer finally started to droop his head. He tried to get his sack from his back, but kept turning around...now unsure of what was happening in the world. He crashed to the floor, knocking his head on the worn dirt path, and falling into unconsciousness.



Where am I? What's going on? Water! Water all around me! Must...drink! Gah! Too salty, must find more water!
"Hello?" Be quiet, I need water! "Hello, Mister Bosmer...wake up!" Myra awoke to be greeted by the face of a rather attractive Altmer. "You were sleeping on the road, are you okay?" asked the Altmer. Myra looked around and saw she was part of a small caravan, packed with goods of food and drink to be shipped somewhere. The driver was a Khajit, and looked experienced in the manner of riding. "I am Celia. Now, try and sit up. What’s your name Mister Bosmer?” Myra rose slowly, then shakily getting to his feet bowed to the lady.

“I am Myrage… or Myra. I… am trying to get to a… big expanse… of water.” The words barely managed to escape his lips, and Celia frowned before leading him to the caravan. He was put amongst all the goods under the covered top, and Celia got in the front, leaning over the seat to talk to him. “I’ll get you to the sea, don’t you worry. I’ll have you over to Vvardenfell in no time!” She turned round, offering the Khajit some bread before leaning back on her chair and snoozing.

Upon hearing what the Altmer said Myra’s eyes grew wide, he knew it was not where he was to be going. He tried to communicate but could do naught but grunt his thanks, and recuperate for the first time in months. 3 nights passed, the old cart hardly stopping for a break. Over the 3 days Myrage was introduced to vi’rarr, the experienced Khajit. He learnt that he had been caravanning all his life, and was considered the fastest driver there was. He was a close friend of the Altmer, but did not usually travel with her. She was just a wandering healer, who would get money from any jobs she could find. She was heading to Blacklight to deliver some goods to Vvardenfell. When the others were in their own thoughts Myra would help himself to a little extra flin and comberry jam. Finally the caravan stopped and Myra heard the now slightly annoying voice of the hyperactive Altmer urging him out to see the sea.

Myra clambered out, viewing the sea for the first time in his life. The Khajit was in tears of joy at the wonders of nature, but Myra was not impressed. “It’s just a glorified puddle,” he moaned, getting back in the caravan and pocketing a slice of bread and some moon sugar he’d found hidden at the bottom of a pile of sacks.
“No Mister Bosmer! This is where you get off, m’kay?” Myra crawled out for the last time, sick to his bones of M’kay and considerably sick of traveling. He left the wandering pair, and went to find a boat to stowaway onto.(Thanks to mergirl for use of Celia)[/quote]