The Tale of Axl Lynch, I thought I'd try my hand at writing... Options

[Axlynch]

I'm not one for catchy introductions so I'll just explain the situation. Cyrodiil is in distress following the assassination of emperor Uriel Septim and all of his known heirs. It is rumored that portals to the many planes of Oblivion have sprung up in select places all over Tamriel. People were beginning to lose hope when, out of the confusion, a hero appears. However, this hero is too busy fighting for the empire to hear the whispers of a mysterious mage who happens to welcome the Oblivion invasion. He sees it as the ultimate challenge, not only if his skill as a wizard and necromancer, but also of his skill as a leader and a strategist. Therefor he has made it his mission to prepare for and to thwart the chosen one. To begin his great quest the necromancer must have the right materials. His first order of business will be a journey to Echo Cave and a small visit to none other than the King of Worms himself, Mannimarco. Ladies and gentlemen, the Tale of Axl Lynch.

Author's Notes: I'll begin the story in a few, gonna grab a bite to eat.

[Axlynch]

"Damn it, Axl, why are we still here? I thought we had a plan." These words came from the mouth of a tall, slender Altmer male clothed in a black necromancer's robe with a fine steel longsword sheathed on his left side.

"I am fully aware that your mind is nowhere near as comprehensive as mine so it would be best if I put it into a slightly less intelligent form of wording. We aren't ready yet." Axl sat on a small wooden stool in front of a blazing fire. He looked very similar to his brother being but an inch or two shorter with slightly longer hair and a bit more handsome. He wore the same robe as his brother while weilding a long wooden staff instead of a sword.

"How could we possibly be be more prepared than we are now?"

"All right, brother, listen. The cave to which we are heading is filled to the brim with the most powerful necromancers Tamriel has to offer. Therefor, we both must be in a state of complete and total adrenal rage. In other words, we must starve ourselves of blood so we're strong." As he said this, Axl bared his teeth revealing abnormally large canines.

"It's torture, brother. I don't think I can do it."

"You can...and you will. You must, for if you do not there will be no great war. One more day, Seth. We leave at nine o'clock tomorrow night. We must reach Echo Cave before daybreak or we will be most uncomfortable."


Notes: It's a small piece but I'm still developing the story in my head at the moment. I need some time to think.

This post has been edited by Axlynch: Aug 4 2006, 08:47 PM