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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 6, 2007 20:40:27 GMT -5
I have always been in prison, and I don;t know why. Many things in my life have been kept secret from me. Things I tried to unlock, to reveal it from it's shroud. But every time I get close, it slips away...It has been many years since the crisis of Oblivion. In that time, the empire was rebuilt, and many things were altered in respect for the scenario. Akatosh now stands under a massive dome, where he is forever frozen in his posture, to signal the world of men that there are such things as gods, and they will not so easily abbandon men, as some believed they did. The choices I made through the years were critical to the unfolding of the new era. The era was name, 'The Era of Septim', this was obviously due to thew fact that the Septims, a long line of emperors and emperosses, who commanded the golden age, sitting proudly on their throne. But that time is long ago, and many have forgotten it. There are few who remain that remember it, and now I will need your help to tell the tale... Many years ago... "Why don't you tell me your name? You do have a name... don't you? Or was your mother killed before she could spit out your wretched name through her clenched teeth?" Race: A) Argonian B) Khajjit C) Breton D) Imperial E) Orc F) Nord G) Redguard H) High Elf I) Dark Elf J) Wood Elf
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Post by Uesugi on Apr 6, 2007 21:26:05 GMT -5
C
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Post by DEATH97 on Apr 7, 2007 3:50:42 GMT -5
I
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 7, 2007 12:00:19 GMT -5
Hmmm... anyone else?
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Post by me on Apr 7, 2007 15:13:05 GMT -5
C
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 7, 2007 16:08:42 GMT -5
Ok, C wins. Breton it is.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 7, 2007 16:24:04 GMT -5
He looked up, and acorss the prison hallway, saw the insulting Dark Elf glaring at the Breton, with arms folded.
"You, Breton, come here."
Reluctnantly and quite annoyed he rose up out of the battered stool, and trotted slowly to his cell door. The dark elf only scowled at the sight of him.
"Ah, a powerful magic user. Breton scum aren't skilled enough to use a true weapon, steel. You run like a coward, blasting energy at your foe becuase you are too incompetent enough top learn how to use a true blade. Well, if your so powerful, like all the stuck up Bretons claim to be, why can't you turn those bars on your cell cage to ashes and escape? Oh, that's right. Your going to die in here Breton, your going to die."
The breton looked up at the Dark Elf, who smirked in his great speech he had concluded just moments ago. "You can rest assured Dunmer, that you will die before you can spit my name out of your blood soaked mouth."
The dark elf laughed, and concluded in a series of unhealthy coughs. "You fool, you don't even have a name. And trust me, you won't be getting out of here." He stopped, and rose his ear up in a mocking gesture, then said,"You here them Breton? the guards are coming, for you." He ended laughing manically. What he said was true, probably the first in the Elf's life. The guards were coming. Their heavy footsteps echoed through the gloomy cell. Their faint voice could be heard, followed by a weak, raspy voice. Finally, the Breton could make out ther conversation:
"The messenger only said they were attacked sire, that doesn't meen that they are dead." A female voice said.
"No, I know they are dead, and I am next." The raspy voice responded.
"Sire, you can rest assured that they won't touch you." Now they were in sight. A squad of armor clad warriors came into view, all with strange looking blades at their side. The swords point came into a curve at the tip. Behing the cautious looking guards was a man garbed in elegant robes. His silver hair fell to his soldiers, and he walked slowly, and he gruted in fatigue.
"What's this prisoner doing here? This cell is supposed to be off limits." An imperial replied in a heavy voice.
"Usual mix up of the watch, I..." He was cut off by the Imperial female. The breton prisoner inferred that she was the leader of the squad. "Never mind that." A redguard pointed his finger accusingly at the vreton and stated with authority, "Get back towards the window prisoner, we won't hesitate to kill you..."
A) Assault the Convoy B) The ceel door is open. Now is your chance to escape. C) Go towards the window.
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Post by DEATH97 on Apr 7, 2007 17:30:50 GMT -5
*plays along with the obvious for now*
C
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 7, 2007 17:31:55 GMT -5
Come on, be a rebel. Nah, I'm just kidding.
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Post by Uesugi on Apr 7, 2007 19:46:39 GMT -5
B
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Post by me on Apr 7, 2007 21:19:05 GMT -5
AAA
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 7, 2007 21:46:28 GMT -5
Tiebreaker anyone?
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Apr 7, 2007 23:01:38 GMT -5
C.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 8, 2007 9:27:31 GMT -5
Heh, thanks bane.
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Post by me on Apr 9, 2007 0:31:29 GMT -5
DARN IT IM SWITCHIN TO B!
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