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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 14:08:06 GMT -5
Just came up with this idea for a story, so give me some time.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 14:39:35 GMT -5
Jarathe watched jealousluy as his tribesman ate the flesh of there most recent kill. A giant slaughterfish. One of the group, draska, looked back at Jarathe and laughed, blood dripping out of his mouth. Jarathe has lived with his tribe in this cave for more then 367 years. They named it Veyond cave, after there first chieftan. His tribe, a savage group of argonians, hid from civilization, despising the races for there imperialistic ways. Jarathe remembered what happened to his village in Black marsh , 380 yearsago
Fire, burning flesh, and screaming. He remembered that he was sleeping whe it happened. The iperial scum came in on horseback, wielding steel and torches, and set the village on fire. He watched under his hammok, the Legion come in to his bedroom, and execute his parents. Hr fled, into the surrounding woods, west, towards the province of elswyr. The Imperials hadn't conquered that area yet, so it aws still khajiit territory. He swore an oath that night, to avenge his parents, and his tribe, and he still hasn't forgotten.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 15:03:16 GMT -5
While in his seemingly everlasting run, he fell upon an almost familar looking cave. The night was filled with hardships, and Jarathe, only being a child, was very tired sore and fatigued. He decided to spend the night there, as it looked proving as it had torches nailed to the stone wall encasing the rotten piece of wood that was the door. The watcher was with Jarathe that night, and he was blessed to have found the shelter, It was an escape point, and many other argonians lived there.There he lingered, for almost 4 centuries. He bacame cruel, savage, almost....evil. And the starngers he lived with soon bacem friends, then brothers. Brothers that dwelled in the dark corners of the world. And they would have their revenge.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 15:46:44 GMT -5
Draska was the guardian, the most furocius warrior in the tribe. Only the chieftain, Harjack, had authority over him. Other then that , draska could kill anything in the cave, ANYTHING. But little thought was put in to draska in his thoughts and minds. The real thinking, was going in to how to assassinate the new emperor. Emperor Malhorey. This task was put into thoughts many a time before. Jarathe considered to join the Dark Brotherhood, but that would draw to much attention to himself. He dreamed of hos name to be mentioned forever as the cleanser of the imperialists. He even considered joining the imperial legion, or the blades, but they did not except argonians to be soldiers. Usual Imperial stubborness...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 16:01:32 GMT -5
The time grew near for Jarathe to avenge his family and tribe.With 2 warriors, and 1 engineer, they leaft veyond cave, and into the world. Jarathe wondered how he could travel to the Imperial city. First, clothes would be needed, and then transportation. Jarathe looked down to shore, and noticed a port with crates, and a large ship. Jarathe noticed 7 imperials unloading the crates onto the docks. He never would've thought that the imperials would be dumb enough to make port near the cave. His first priority would be to comendeer the ship, kill the scum, and check the crates for useful items.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 16:45:34 GMT -5
The warriors decided to use stealth, taking flank to the right, and submerging into the water. Jarathe decided to be a diversion, looking around his surrounding. He spotted a group of rocks off to his left. Jarathe took up the rock and hurled it at the imperial pig on the command deck, hitting him square in the head, stumbling backwards, hitting the wooden railings, breaking through and falling off. There was a moment of confusion among the imperials, as they tried to decipher who was the suspect. Just then, Jarathe noticed the two warriors climbing on the starbourne side, with iron daggers held in there teeth. Perfect. The imperials ran into the lower decks, Jarathe assumed that they were hidding, or getting weapons and armor. Suddenly, the door to the officers quarters slammed open, and a large nord stepped onto the deck with an orcish warhammer. The Nord grunted, Jarathe imagined he was sleeping, and was aweaken by the cumotion.One of the argonian warriors rushed the Nord, with the dagger gripped tightlt in hand. TThe nord made a reachful swing, but the argonian rolled to his feet, dodging the attack, and coming up like a jack-in-the-box, thrusting the dagger in to his neck, and eventually crawled up to his brain. The Nord started spewing blood from the agile attack made but the argonian. Soon, the rest of the ships crew came up on deck, dressed in leather, fur, and iron armor. Wielding everything from frying pans to iron claymores. The argonian warriors decided to flee, and jumped off the ships railing, and into the dark water. The only thing visible in the water was the reflection of the blood moon. The 6 men started spitting in the water, and cursing to each other. This was Jarathes chance. The engineer noticed barrels on the deck, and immediately confirmed them as mages powder, which was highly flammable . Jarathe took the torch out of the enginneers hand ( whos name wa sijar), and rushed to the deck. The crew noticed the flame in the darkness, and started running towards it, but couldn't manage to keep up with the incredible speed of Jarathe. Jarathe kicked the barrels down, spilling it's contents out, and revieling the black powder inside. Jarathe jumped off the deck, torch in hand, and in mid-air, threw the torch at the mages powder, which exploded on contact. There transportation was destroyed, but as well as there foes. Jarathe smiled as he listened to the agonizing screams of the imperials, and once again, smelled the stench of burning flesh.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 19:28:05 GMT -5
" Men, we, have been deleted. We no longer exist in this world. We dide with our families in the attack on our village OUR HOME. And now, are shell, thirsts for revenge. We will assassinate the empereor, and make Tamriel Black marsh again. Then we shall bide our time until the next cleansing. Our shaman, has preyed to our lord, Mora, and he sees our pain. We are no longer argonians. We are the stalkers, the predators. Nothing less, but perhaps more. And now, the Imperial cleansing grows Nigh!!!"
The army of beasts yell and scream at the speech there master Jarathe just gave.
" We, our the Veyonds."
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 21:13:40 GMT -5
Jarathe looked into each of the eyes of the furocious beasts, terrible, foul creatures, and he envied it. His hatred was fuled by the thoughts he would do to the emperor. Perhaps tear out one end of his intestine, and wrap it around a stick and twirl it until it covered it, then he could eat it whole? no, something worse.Far worse....
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VICTORBRAVO
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Post by VICTORBRAVO on Sept 23, 2006 21:27:00 GMT -5
Ill read it in a second!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 21:29:34 GMT -5
Huh?
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Post by VICTORBRAVO on Sept 23, 2006 21:35:08 GMT -5
Im going to read it soon... Thats what I meant.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 23, 2006 21:36:26 GMT -5
This story sux ( my story) im gonna start a new one....
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Post by VICTORBRAVO on Sept 23, 2006 21:37:40 GMT -5
I looked through it a little. Not bad!
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Post by RareCarpet on Sept 24, 2006 7:00:49 GMT -5
not bad at all
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Post by Dagothkitty on Sept 24, 2006 12:49:10 GMT -5
"Jarathe, awaken, Jarathe, Get up!", " Jarathe, Sijar scouted early, by fort alessia and he reported a patrol of Imerial Legion swine, on horse back. 3 of them. What would you have us do?" Jarathe arose from the ground, which was his bed from the night. The dream he had seemed real, if only it was." Let hem pass. There time will come soon enough"." Yes master."
"We will follow this road west, up towards weye. We will then travel in the water, lake rumare.We will reach the sewers. which may lead us to the Prison." Jarathe ordedred." master, if i may suggest, wouldn't it be easier to swap the clothes off someone? Imperialist despise argonians, but they aren't entirelty hostile."
" I agree with yersine, master." Yersine was the Female warrior chosen by the chieftan himself to aid Jarathe." Very well. To weye then, but at night. Legionaires patrol the bridge constantly at day, so night is when we shall make our move".
The Argonians waited until nightfall. The forest was quiet, and the Blood monn shined above. "2 blood moons, in a row? strange."
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