The Black Everest: Part I Options

[niceguy]

The Black Everest: Part I

Lessons Of Life

“Before you fight, find out what you're fighting for.”

This was a common thing said around the temple. The monks lived by this. When I was a child I always had a feeling that I was suppose to be fighting for some thing but what was I fighting for?. This quote has driven my life, to find a purpose
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My back was against the wall. The biggest mistake of my life. Gangsarr boxed me in, western style but when you pin someone to the wall; all you want to do (in order to win) is beat the living hell out of them. But I didn’t blame him. There were no rules in this fight. I tried to keep my guard up but I was getting weary. Left right left right. My arms were num now from the hits. I felt pain all over my body; it was as if I was being attacked by a pack of wolves on all sides. I was. I thought I was going to die, to be honest. Beat up to death in this arena…by my best friend too. What a great way to die. There was nothing to do at this point. I threw my body at him another stupid mistake, we rolled on the ground. “Ahhhh!”. I heard a popping noise, It was Gangsarr. He had dislocated his left arm.

We looked at each other, deep in the eyes. I expected to see a monster a beast that had ripped out of my friend’s insides and took control of him. Possess him. But when I saw his eyes…oh, his soft, cool eyes. I knew he was still there and he was scared. The crowd was cheering; the arena was filled with noise. The monks were off their feet and cheering for us. I smiled. I had to make my final hit count. The killing blow. I saw Gangsarr’s stance, it was the Cycle of Blood an old Redguard fighting style. Both my arms came up (symmetrically) to where I could see them, in front of my chest.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened both palms. A defensive position. The ancient Rain-of-Sand' fighting styles of Elsweyr. Before a battle, Nords yell their best battle cry, they were famous for it. And so was Gangsarr. I was scared as hell, the arena was quiet. “Ahhhhargghh!!!” He was charging at me. My palms were still open. He was running so fast. My feet dug into the wet ground. Here he comes… And then, and then I wasn’t sure what happened next, it was all a blur.

But I found myself looking up into the terrace, the sky was so beautiful. “Dane…” It was Gangsarr’s soft low voice but it sounded so weak so…lost. “Yes?” “You fight like hell brother”. I smiled. All of the long years we shared together in this temple, I never realized we were brothers. From the blood and the sweat. To the punches and kicks; and from the broken bones and bruises we exchanged. We became brothers. The giant Nord and the skinny Breton. Perfect. I could hear a raucous going about in the stands. The monks were leaving the arena. “Bravo, bravo” Master Zhul knelt before us. “A very good match indeed” He smiled. His face was filled with energy and excitement. I felt so defeated so exhausted Gangsarr felt the same way to I bet. “Master, I –“He placed a finger on his wrinkled lips ‘Ssshhhh” he whispered. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I felt an aura inside and around my body. It was healing me, easing the pain. Did I hit him?, did I hit him? It didn’t matter anymore, it was over. A draw.


Author's Note; Ok well I posted this at the ES forums and was really grateful with all the good coments there, so I'll give it a go and post it here aswell. Also my absence to make the first post of the story longer was because I was so excitied to get it started. I'll try to make them bigger in the future. Thanks

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Lessons of Life

Fear. Heh, I never was so filled with fear until the day when I was on the steps of the temple. I was looking into the large double doors of the temple. My mother, she abandoned me…she left me all alone. What was I suppose to feel? When those big doors opened I swear I wetted myself. I backed away screaming for my mother. I thought demons would come out and rip me into Oblivion but there were no demons. What I saw back then was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen as beautiful as my mother. “Welcome” she said “welcome to your new home Dane.”
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The rain was pouring so hard on us. I never knew it could rain this hard. We made it not just two miles before it started to storm, so we took refuge under this bridge we were about to cross. I could still see the temple, tucked away in the Wrathgarian Mountains; it was almost…creepy; looking back on what should now be forgotten.

“Here you go Dane.” Gangsarr handed me a loaf of fresh bread.

“It smells delicious” I said. I took bits of bread and nibbled on them.

“The weather is clearing up.” Gangsarr paused and pulled out a map and laid it on the dirt floor. He pointed on the Wrathgarin Mts. and made an imaginary line with his finger toward Wayrest. “That is where we need to be; after we reach Wayrest we can take a ship across the Iliac Bay to Daggerfall. Then destiny well guide us.” He snickered

I nodded and we began and eating our bread again.


After a few hours I heard a loud thump noise not to far of where we were.

“Do you here that Gangsarr.” I whispered but Gangsarr was already sleeping like a baby. I craned my head and listened; another loud thump. I took my quiver and bow and headed up to the noise. The noise took me half a mile up into a grove. I nocked and arrow to my bow and scanned the area.

“Nothing.’ I said to myself and loosen the grip on my bow.

Right then something knocked me down to the ground on my knees. The same thing that knocked me down kicked me in the stomach and pressed it’s hard, like iron plated boot on my chest. The mass was suffocating me. A hot, wet slobber dripped onto my face. Right there I was face to face with an angry Orc. He, yes I’m sure the Orc was an he; sniffed my face. Without satisfaction he left off into the grove. I groped at the wound in my chest.

The Orc made it only several meters away from me before an arrow struck into his hard skin. I nocked another arrow and let it fly into his arm. The Orc pulled out the first arrow in his leg with great strength and pulled his war hammer high in the air and charged at me. Another arrow whizzed into his body, this time it took effect because he was now hobbling toward me. Right when I was nocking another arrow the orc paused he dropped his war hammer. Fear was in his eyes and he fled away.

“Haha! Run back to your mother, Orc” I was happy and relieved. I pulled myself up and turned around.

I stopped right there in my boots. A much greater threat was just ahead of me. *thump *thump*