Konrad's story Options

[Konji]

I thought I would give it you in bitesize pieces...as I find them easier to read.


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Konrad woke up, slowly opening one of his eyes. He covered his face with his hand, the light of the midday sun burning his eyes. He pushed his bed covers down, his shiny leather tunic visible now. He never really changes his clothes, but has them washed immediately. He got up, sighing and brushing his coal black hair from his eyes.

“Where is father?” Konrad called down as he descended the antique wooden stairs.

“He is already at his school opening, but I didn’t want to wake you,” his mother replied, frowning as she looked up from her lunch. Picking up a slice of bread Konrad broke free of the confinement of his house, blinking ferociously at the revealed light. He looked around, still amazed at the artistry of the buildings surrounding him. He spent many an hour gazing out of the small opening in his room, just marvelling at the wonders of the architects and builders.

He glanced at the position of the sun to confirm his thoughts. “It is late in the day…I must get there if I am to pass the trials,” Konrad mumbled to himself. He raced through the backstreets of the city, passing the many landmarks on the way, and eventually reached his father’s dream…The Blade School.

[Konji]

A bit of comic relief before my next update.


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Konrad mumbled, rolling around in his sleep. He had been unconscious for a couple of days now, the women tying up his leg to help it heal. There had been uproar from the leader of the tribe that they had lost, and he had almost slaughtered Konrad as he slept in his anger. He had been stopped by the mercy of the carers of the child, and had returned to his throne.

The imperial awoke slowly, rubbing his eyes and cringing from the pain of his leg. He noticed he was alone, and in a bottle neck dungeon. Many half filled bottles of potion laced the wall, some dripping slowly and leaving congealed red goo on the floor. He stood, and tried to jump out of the prison, hopping around on one leg. He failed miserably, and sunk back to the ground, nearly drowning.

A fat man entered the room, garnished extravagantly (as well as a sprig of rosemary) in expensive attire. He wore a pure white shirt, and well kept red trousers. He had curly pink shoes on his feet, and he expressed an aura of feminine quality. He waddled into the room, and glared at Konrad. Konrad rose his head and glared back at him, wondering how he had entered the room. His questions were soon answered as a hopping mad Khajit bounded through what seemed like solid wall…obviously an illusion.

“E’Kkal was not expecting us to visit the child yet, no he wasn’t!” he screamed ashe put his other leg down, seemingly irate at the plump man.
“Hush, beast. I am your king, remember.” The camp man told the Khajit. The feline seemed to just notice Konrad and hissed at him, his anger deflating. Konrad stood up gingerly, and addressed the man.

“Hello, Nord. Why have you taken me here?” Konrad asked, trying to draw his sword but finding no sheath apparent. The man looked at him in shock, then drunk a potion of resistance.

“Only rise when I tell you to!” barked the man, for some reason suddenly wanting to eat a skeleton bone. Konrad hastily sat down again, chewing his lip. After he had finished, he raised an eyebrow at the fat man, who was now chewing the bone.

“Are you going to do anything then?” he asked, picking up courage once more and placing it on a table. The man shook his head, smiling. Konrad put his eyebrow down again and sighed.

“I shall wait for 5 years, then you shall marry my daughter. That’s about it,” he declared, motioning to an ugly mare that had somehow crept in. Konrad reeled back, but eventually let her go.

“I have no choice then?” he asked.

“None whatsoever,” the man told him chuckling quietly.

Konrad needed to find a way out, and fast.

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