Post by dogonda on Oct 5, 2006 20:46:35 GMT -5
This is a story I wrote inspired by Bloodmoonwolf or HAWKTheImapler
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I woke up slowly that fateful, day, my greasy black hair lying over my emerald eyes. Standing slowly, I frown as my muscles cramp painfully sending a flare of pain up my back. “By the nine!” I roar, my foot knotting with pain. Limping to a roughly hewn wooden chair, I rub my foot methodically, the pain lessening as the seconds past. I stare at the beds of my children, my son Barquen and daughter Erinia. Smiling sadly, I remember their mother, her long golden hair and opal eyes, always shining with happiness. Propping my face in my hands, I stare at the wooden floor, remembering all the effort it took us to make. A loud thump is heard, smacking the door.
Rubbing their eyes, my children sit up in their beds suddenly, faces filled with concern. Worried I stare at them and say hoarsely “Get under the trap door,” pulling an old moldy rug off of the hidden door.
“What’s wrong daddy?” Erinia says, staring up at me with wide sapphire eyes.
She reminds me so much of her mother. I think to myself, my eyes misting. “I’m not sure. I just don’t want to risk you and your little brother’s life. You’re going to live even if I die.” I say, hugging her tightly, my scraggly beard rubbing against her velvet cheek. Suddenly I push her away as part of the wood shatters, splinters falling to the floor. “Go!” I whisper hurriedly, pushing her down into the trapdoor, my son following wordlessly, chubby toddler arms rubbing his eyes.
Turning around, I am just in time to see the word fall down as an Orsimer walks through the door cockily, battle-axe held loosely at his side. “Down Breton, cooperate or you will be the next victim of the great Bar-Maq Kash.” The lout says heavily, snorting.
“I apologize sir, but I do not have a Septim to my name. I have to hunt daily just to support myself.” I say softly, staring at his light lime skin, sweat dripping slowly down my neck.
“Unfortunate, then you will just have to die!” The Orc says with burning eyes. Raising his ax quickly, he begins to bring it down swiftly. Closing my eyes I expect to feel the blades edge bite deep in my neck. Hearing a howl, I throw my eyes open, seeing my daughter biting the Orc’s arm. Suddenly, he grunts and flings her back. Skittering on the rug, its thrown back exposing the trap door.
Grinning mercilessly he walks towards my daughter, axe glinting in my lamps light. Crawling backwards, she looks horrified at the axe eyes wide in fear. “NO PLEASE!!! DON’T HURT ME!” She shrieks, eyes wide in fear. Smiling grimly, the Orc walks faster to her. Overcome with a horrible rage, I stand, my emerald eyes electrified, my body tense. Roaring, I pull a dagger and jam it deep into his shoulder. Turning angrily, he throws me into my chairs, breaking my bones instantly. Gasping in pain, I stare cloudily at him, loosing conscious. I hear a scream, and then pass out.
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I woke up slowly that fateful, day, my greasy black hair lying over my emerald eyes. Standing slowly, I frown as my muscles cramp painfully sending a flare of pain up my back. “By the nine!” I roar, my foot knotting with pain. Limping to a roughly hewn wooden chair, I rub my foot methodically, the pain lessening as the seconds past. I stare at the beds of my children, my son Barquen and daughter Erinia. Smiling sadly, I remember their mother, her long golden hair and opal eyes, always shining with happiness. Propping my face in my hands, I stare at the wooden floor, remembering all the effort it took us to make. A loud thump is heard, smacking the door.
Rubbing their eyes, my children sit up in their beds suddenly, faces filled with concern. Worried I stare at them and say hoarsely “Get under the trap door,” pulling an old moldy rug off of the hidden door.
“What’s wrong daddy?” Erinia says, staring up at me with wide sapphire eyes.
She reminds me so much of her mother. I think to myself, my eyes misting. “I’m not sure. I just don’t want to risk you and your little brother’s life. You’re going to live even if I die.” I say, hugging her tightly, my scraggly beard rubbing against her velvet cheek. Suddenly I push her away as part of the wood shatters, splinters falling to the floor. “Go!” I whisper hurriedly, pushing her down into the trapdoor, my son following wordlessly, chubby toddler arms rubbing his eyes.
Turning around, I am just in time to see the word fall down as an Orsimer walks through the door cockily, battle-axe held loosely at his side. “Down Breton, cooperate or you will be the next victim of the great Bar-Maq Kash.” The lout says heavily, snorting.
“I apologize sir, but I do not have a Septim to my name. I have to hunt daily just to support myself.” I say softly, staring at his light lime skin, sweat dripping slowly down my neck.
“Unfortunate, then you will just have to die!” The Orc says with burning eyes. Raising his ax quickly, he begins to bring it down swiftly. Closing my eyes I expect to feel the blades edge bite deep in my neck. Hearing a howl, I throw my eyes open, seeing my daughter biting the Orc’s arm. Suddenly, he grunts and flings her back. Skittering on the rug, its thrown back exposing the trap door.
Grinning mercilessly he walks towards my daughter, axe glinting in my lamps light. Crawling backwards, she looks horrified at the axe eyes wide in fear. “NO PLEASE!!! DON’T HURT ME!” She shrieks, eyes wide in fear. Smiling grimly, the Orc walks faster to her. Overcome with a horrible rage, I stand, my emerald eyes electrified, my body tense. Roaring, I pull a dagger and jam it deep into his shoulder. Turning angrily, he throws me into my chairs, breaking my bones instantly. Gasping in pain, I stare cloudily at him, loosing conscious. I hear a scream, and then pass out.