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Post by Maliku on Oct 9, 2006 14:29:50 GMT -5
Yes, honestly.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 9, 2006 18:10:17 GMT -5
k.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 3:11:08 GMT -5
me too, keep it comin!!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 12, 2006 15:19:45 GMT -5
Jarathe laid down now. The heavy breathing of his comrads filled the damp air. The waist of the imperial slime embewed the channels, and the smell, far worse then the sight. Jarathe takes large bites out of his recent kill, a sewer rat. He admired his skills in combat, and hunting, remembering how archaic he was when he began, and how much more refined and efficent he had become.Jarathe continues sharpening a spear with an emerald whetstone. Tommorow, we will find clothing. Imperial clothing. Though he had already something to wear, he would't gain the emperors trust (OCC: huge forshadow) by wearing this cloth. He cursed at himself for the thoughts of wearing his enemies apparel, but neccisary, it would be. He grows tired, and rests his head down now to rest.....
"Get up brothers. We need to get up if we are to make full use of this day." jarathe simotaniousley want around their dungeon camp, slightly kicking his veyonds. "Im am ashamed to say this brothers, but in order to get close to our enemies, we need to join them. Dress like them. Getting into the legion will be nearly impossible, but it is said, or heard rather, as it is supposed to stay a secret, that the current emperor will personally meet the Grand champion of the Arena after his "victorious" battle". The veyonds growl and mumble as they arise from their slumber, and scowl at the word of their master." Go back to the caves my brothers, you have helped me get far enough so that i may make it on my own. In 7 days, return to this spot. I will have completed my duty then." sadly, the veyonds say their ggoodbyes, and bless Jarathe with the words, " cleanse, my brother", and submerge into the sewer water, making theur way through the wastes of the imperial, and eventually into lake Rumare. ______________________________________________
I know its slow right now, but it will get better, i promise. Need to get the story going. What do you think?
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Post by Maliku on Oct 12, 2006 15:25:41 GMT -5
I like the foreshadowing.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 12, 2006 16:30:28 GMT -5
thanks
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 15:09:53 GMT -5
The argonian, jarathe, once again walks down the cobble-stone streets of the imperial city. He passes guards, dressed in head to toe in grey armor, bereing the mark of the legion. The guards of this town look almost if they are an army, an army defending their precious fort. People of all races pass, wearing expensive garments of all sorts. He mutters in a scowl under his breath " civilization, what a pitty."
Passing through the towering stone gates, he passes into the green garden , and into a shadow. He looks up, to see a large dome, the sun peering over it, and birds, birds soaring above, observing their dinner. The shouts, the cheering, the screaming. "uncivilized. I like it." Jarathe pushs an iron door behind, and walks past a crowd of people, placing their bets on the current match. Jarathe walks by, ignoring and evading the fools, and then, he submerges into the bloody depths of the arena
The swoosh of bows releasing their projectiles, and then reaching their target, a wooden bail of hay, which had a bullseye painted in blood, and the clank of swords slashing vigorously against each other, and the shouts of taunt, and orders, to send people to their final fate, death, was a standard noise in the pits here. Jarathe rather....liked it, and he would be happy here. Being able to take the lives of his enemies without any sort of punishment, pleased Jarathe.
Jarathe lingered over to a woodelf, dressed in iron boots and greaves, and no shirt, but a rather fine looking madalion laced around his neck, looked supposedly as the boss around here. "eh, what do you want you argonian slime?" Jarathe was furious, he would not stand by and let the fool into insult him. Jartathe placed his right arm through his left, and brought hi closer to himself. Extending his leg, Jarathe forced the wood elf to Jarathes right, and tripped the moron, and the wood elf fell, banging his head on the stone floor hardly, and dispersing blood out of his mouth. Jarathe noticed a redguard observing him, and Jarathe walked over. The redguard made a concerning look, and Jarathe asked " you got something to say also, you daggerfall filth?"
"yes, i do. You have skill, and being down here and all, i'd figure you to be looking to join the arena. Perhaps the blue team?"
Jarathe looked around, and many of the fighters wore armor made of yellow, and blue. Looking towards a corner of the pits, Jarathe spotted a cluster of Argonians, wearing yellow armor.
Jarathe spat on the Red guards Shiny steel boots.
" Ok argonian. Have it your way."
Jarathe laughed and sayed,"oh, you fool, i will. When the time comes, i will."
And with that, the argonian Jarathe trotted over to the cluster of his race, looking forward to make an alliance of a sort, and perhaps join their team. __________________________________________________
What do you guys think?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 15, 2006 15:51:40 GMT -5
hardly anyone ever comments my stories...
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 15, 2006 22:37:26 GMT -5
Its really good dagoth, I like it! just keep it up
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 14:51:06 GMT -5
yay! its a miracle! someone commented!!!
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Post by dogonda on Oct 16, 2006 14:58:08 GMT -5
Jarathe laid down now. The heavy breathing of his comrads filled the damp air. The waist of the imperial slime embewed the channels, and the smell, far worse then the sight. Jarathe takes large bites out of his recent kill, a sewer rat. He envied his skills in combat, and hunting.
he envies his own skills?
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Post by Maliku on Oct 16, 2006 15:03:40 GMT -5
Haha, yeah good update.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 15:22:29 GMT -5
yeah, i know. I tried to meen something like "he was blessed with skill" or he loved it. Just tried to get too fancy, and it got screwed. Thanks for posting though guys.
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Post by dogonda on Oct 16, 2006 15:24:10 GMT -5
how about this, let me post it in my next one.
Jarathe laid down now. The heavy breathing of his comrads filled the damp air. The waist of the imperial slime embewed the channels, and the smell, far worse then the sight. Jarathe takes large bites out of his recent kill, a sewer rat. He admired his skills in combat, and hunting, remembering how archaic he was when he began, and how much more refined and efficent he had become.
Better?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 16, 2006 15:45:57 GMT -5
wow. you are awesome. k, ill update it now. Do you read the dictionary or something dude? cause you know a lot of advanced words...
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