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]

“Alright, men, get your things packed. We’re outta here in ten so get a move on. Damn it, semipermeable and elbows, let’s go!” These words came from a short, sturdy-looking imperial clad in steel with a wicked-looking claymore strapped to his back and a shortsword at his side. He was barking orders to numerous other warriors scattered throughout the halls of his latest ‘treasure trail’ as he called it. An Ayleid ruin, and a large one at that. He and his ragtag group of ex-legionnaires had managed to clear out the critters and loot the place with minimal losses.

A small Bosmer male clothed completely in black made his way through the small army of rushing soldiers and approached his captain. He spoke in a low hiss, almost like a whisper.

“Excuse me, captain Naney. We have a problem.” He hissed with a hint of arrogance.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we have a problem. I heard something, it sounded like stone grinding against stone. I think someone’s entered our stronghold.” He said with a half smile.

“Hmm, it’s unlikely but I guess I could send someone up to check it out. Ah, it looks like everyone else is busy with their belongings. I guess you’ll have to do it.” said the imperial.

“Very well. I shall return.” With that, the Bosmer was off at a silent run.

After ascending a flight of stairs and crossing a bridge he came to a halt in the middle of a hallway.

“Footsteps…” he whispers to himself.

He quietly ran back to the bridge and jumped over the side, grabbing it inches before hitting the water. He listened closely and began to hear voices.

“—staff anyway. I mean, I know it’s powerful but it’s not necessary.”

“I’m afraid you’re not quite as comprehensive as I’d like you to be. You see, the staff of worms is an ancient relic of inconceivable power. It’s widely believed to have the ability to resurrect a fallen foe to be one’s servant for thirty seconds. I, of course, know otherwi—” the man stopped abruptly.

“What is it, brother?” the other whispered. After a moment of inaudible whispers the footsteps began again. The Bosmer slowly began to lower himself into the water, inch by inch. By the time he was in up to his knees he heard a shuffle and let go of the bridge, falling into the water.

“Just zap the water!”

“Shut up! I know what to do!” the bosmer turned to look at his enemies. Two Altmer males clad in black neceromancers robes with hoods pulled over their heads. One was pulling a staff from his back. The Bosmer let out a scream as a bolt of electricity hit the water just in front of him.

Notes: I don't think this installment's written quite as well as it can be but the story needs an update so here it is.