Morrowfall, a peice in my spare time... Options

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Morrowfall Ch.1

I had done it. I had finally beaten it. Morrowind, the game that had occupied all my time for the past three months. Not particularly good, for my health or my college grades, but tonight was what it had all lead up to, I had beaten the game, United the houses, learned the truth about the temple, and defeated Dagoth Ur. Call me a geek, but I intended to celebrate.
And celebrate I did. I depleted my horde of liquor, including the Schmirnoff I had been saving for my birthday. I was good at saving things, but not at holding my liquor. These two things collided to spell my doom that night. The last thing I remember is my roommates coming back from the restaurant, me yelling at them for breathing too loud, and them falling off the loft’s edge, bottle of half-empty Captain Morgan’s still in hand.

This post has been edited by stargate525: Sep 11 2005, 07:43 PM

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As promised;

Chapter 15

Although some of the officers weren't too happy with our plan, they couldn't give us a better idea, so we put ours into action. Ten soldiers went to prepare the barricade on the ruined docks while the rst of us hid as well as we could amongst the debris in the courtyard. The soldiers returned, and we put our plan into action. Gravius lit the fuse as the best magic user we had began to cast.

It worked almost perfectly, the fake ballista bolt hitting the barrier at almost the same time as the explosives went off. What was once the makeshift barricade was now burnt splinters, ash, and a gaping hole in the castle's defence.

As expected, the ships stopped their barrage and a group of about twenty men hurried forward. Perfect. I retreated from my vantage point on the walls and got to my place.

The men surged into the courtyard, swords out and ready to fight. What they got was me. On the far side of the courtyard, numerous corpses of imperials and slaves alike between us, I was the only one left for them to fight.

all but one of them sheathed their swords. The one who didn't began to walk twords me. I raised my blade and called into the night, "This fort is held by the Imperials Legion; you are not welcome here, begone!"

The man laughed at me, "We are the hand's of the Nerevarine, where he bids us go, we go. Now," He raised his sword to fighting position, "prepare to die."

"You first." With a yell, I ran forward and engaged him. I was vaguely aware of the rest of his group being attacked by our ambush before the swordplay I was busy with halted my observations.

our swords met with a clash, he backed off and tried to get my flank. I turned on him and slashed at his head. He parried easily, turning his defensive maneuver into a chop. I sidestepped the blow and brought the flt of my blade down on his helmet. He staggered back, his headpeice ringing like a gong.

He recovered uickly and lunged tword me. I deflected his thrust at the last second, then spun around, wedging my sword into the small chink between his breastplate and greaves. He let out a cry of pain, then attacked in a fury. I gave ground fast, barely managing to block the many varied assaults he threw at me.

Then I did something that surprised the dunmer as much as it did me. My tail swung around from behind me, wrenched the sword out of the dunmer's hand, and held it. From somewhere, three swords, one imperial and the other two similar to the one my tail now held, flew between us. In a fraction of a second, my opponent, armed with two blades, and I, with three, re-engaged.

The only way I can describe the rest of the fight would be insanely fast; the two of us were not much more than blurs dancing about the courtyard. Eventually my superior firepower wearied him, and he fell, my tail's sword lodged into his throat.