Nameless, Part 1 Options

[davion]

Prolouge

I approached my window, listening to the sound of my feet echoing in the darkness, like a million silloetts that will remain forever in darkness and missery. I opened my window and peered out, but the cool, fresh air did little to aid my spirits. I was a warrior, forever damned to go from town to town, civilization to civilization, with a unquenchable thurst that my spirit longed for to get rid of.

The Daedra had taken everything away from me. . . even my lifelessness. I suffered their slings and hurls, only to be spat on by those who I once called friends. I was nothing. . . just another nameless warrior passing by this world to desperately meet with the one which they called fate.

This post has been edited by davion: Dec 15 2005, 08:45 PM

[davion]

Chapter Four

"This story goes out to all the hopeless sinners with grave allegiances so meaningless and vein! The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders who balance on a rail of pain for just a pale of rain! Everything is barely missed, blood relations and bricks! My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson more than this!

Right now, when its finally time to face my fears, gonna get the hell out of here and create a fresher atmosphere but the consequence is clear theres a furnace set on high and a urning undeprived, now its time to turn the tide, it's social suicide... Like you, perseverance is a useless tool, just a patron on a ship of fools feigning interest to the cast and crew! Shadows entertain the unwanted masses, scholars explain their numb reactions, i don't even know if i can even find truth, but it surely wont come from following you!

Innocents burned alive at the stake, tortured and dumped in nameless graves! Centuries waned, authority died, scattering seeds are patronised! Child molesters and heretics holding secret conference underneath the pontiffs nose, and only Azura will ever know! Give us this day our daily bread and make a scene we'll not forget!

Not long ago, I get the image its so vague, I hesitate to label it a memory.. There was a show of local colour and I felt astray because I had nothing to offer but insufficiency! And you know its a itch when you learn to scratch that itch, a blatant foul ability sooner to some but eventually hope gets pointed in the same direction, while the human masses; with their vague conceptions to obliterate each other with impunity, and you wonder whats in this for me? What should I do now? what should I celebrate? Is it fine that I need a intervention to appreciate? How can I steal a bow on a stage that cares nothing for my happiness wealth and or fate? To another abyss, to no avail, the search is bound to fail! To another abyss, to no avail, so long ago I set sail and it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home! So long ago I set sail!"

That was the last public speech I made, before I went on a quest of my own to find out how to cure this undeniable pain and suffering that burned like wildfire in my heart, and ravaged my soul to obliteration! I made that speech in Balmora, and in Vivec, and I dare not venture back there for some time still, for I most likely have offended devout followers of their false gods that I have ridden from this world.


This post has been edited by davion: Dec 19 2005, 06:42 PM