|
Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 15:54:45 GMT -5
UPDATE RELEASE TIME. 7:30
|
|
|
Post by Maliku on Oct 10, 2006 16:19:29 GMT -5
*waits*
|
|
|
Post by OGRenderence on Oct 10, 2006 16:23:20 GMT -5
Scrotum. Scrotum. It's what I keep my testies in.
|
|
|
Post by OGRenderence on Oct 10, 2006 16:33:23 GMT -5
*Laughs at Orc*
|
|
|
Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 17:39:07 GMT -5
I only have a little more to write then you all just have to wait.
|
|
|
Post by OGRenderence on Oct 10, 2006 17:39:47 GMT -5
Yay!
|
|
|
Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 18:29:28 GMT -5
Walking out into the night, Larn realizes what he has done. Shaking uncontrollably. Ducking into a back alley behind the Chapel of Talos, Larn wretches, then vomits again, the alcohol burning his throat on the way up. Picking up quickly, the wind whirls around Larn, making him shiver. Slowly the wind dies down but the chill gets more intense, the pit of it in his soul. An Imperial face smiles back, his platinum hair shining. “Welcome murderer, I was fulfilling a contract when my matron brought you to my notice.” He says cordially, his bow still in hand.
“What do you want, I have things to attend to.” Larn pants, his silver longsword stabbed into the frozen earth.
“Good, right to business, I like that in a killer. My family saw your brutal slaughter of that Orc, we found it genius. We wish you to join our Brotherhood.” The Imperial says curtly, yellow eyes flashing.
“I have no use for your petty gods nor your guild. I owe no allegiance not to your or any man except the wolf. The only gods I place my stock in is that of the divines whom I have followed all my life.” Larn says sharply.
Sighing to himself, the Listener of the Dark-brotherhood sighs to himself. “Then I suppose that you will just have to die. To bad, you would have made a excellent addition to our family.” The Listener sights, and pulls an arrow back. Suddenly, a loud twang reverberates from atop the chapel, a feather shaft embedded in the Listeners neck. Howling in pain, he pulls the shaft from his neck, blood staining his fine midnight satin robes. An Argonian leaps down from the rafters, most of his body hidden by the very leaf robe that Larn was considering purchasing.
“You all right boy?” The Argonian says gruffly, another arrow pointed at the Listener.
“Yea… I’m fine…” Larn stammers back, staring at the grizzled Argonian. A scar runs down the right side of his face, the eye missing.
“Good, now beat it Oerin or this time my arrow will send you to a place even your precious Night Mother cannot save you,” The Argonian says, pushing Larn towards his shack.
“Fine but this is not over Weapons master.” Oerin says, grimacing heavily.
“Actually it is.” The Weapons master says knocking another arrow. Letting it fly it hits Oerin square in the heart, his robes doing nothing to protect him from the arrow. Gasping, Oerin puts his hands over the shaft. Trying to pull it, the arrow just sinks deeper, its barb piercing his heart, dark blood dripping from the hole. Eyes rolling back in his head, the Listener collapses, the shaft fully piercing his body. Smiling grimly, Bar’ Karq enters his small shack, seeing Larn sit there paleface. Lighting the forge, the room warms quickly as the metal turns fiery red. “What do you have to be sad about? You killed your first Orc. Now give me that scroll.” Bar snarls, heating up his forge.
“Here it is…” Larn says quietly, handing the scroll to Bar.
Snorting Barn looks back at him, smiling grimly. “Seems that I am to make you a member of our guild seeing that you killed that Orc. If you choose to accept, not only will you still live, but also you will also survive. Your weapons will be honed to a fine point, your combat skills raised to an all-time high. You will receive top of the grade armor. Also your first job is right here in Bruma if you’re interested.” Bar lists, already starting the process to forge Larn’s armor.
"I accept. All I want is to destroy this entire species of disgusting beings.” Larn says spitefully, twirling the silver longsword.
“Good, the High Councilor Ocato has sent his personal representative to Bruma, trying to secure his position as the new emperor. His first bill is to make Orc’s the Empire’s new armorer’s.” Bar sneers, sipping some fine brandy. “I want you to kill this representative, show them that this bill will not stand. As a reward I will forge you a weapon of your choosing.”
“Fine.” Larn says standing quickly, throwing the door open, trying to utilize the night even further.
1 minute early
|
|
|
Post by fallingfar on Oct 10, 2006 18:37:39 GMT -5
Fantastic
|
|
|
Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 10, 2006 18:55:34 GMT -5
awsome. I have to say I'm proud of the orc guild I created. First as a topic now a finely written story. bravo.
|
|
|
Post by soroner on Oct 10, 2006 19:04:27 GMT -5
I not only like it, I really really like. I not only really really like it, I really really really like it.
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 10, 2006 19:18:04 GMT -5
Well I just finished page 4's bit and so far i like it. I like how you used an example of my story. Exalt!! XD
|
|
|
Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 10, 2006 19:29:56 GMT -5
Read your last post Dagonda. This is really great. The blood, the gore, the violence, the beer. It's all so intoxicating. Bravo mate, Bravo.
|
|
|
Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 19:34:36 GMT -5
thanx.
|
|
|
Post by Maliku on Oct 10, 2006 19:45:27 GMT -5
I will die if I don't get more of this story.
|
|
|
Post by dogonda on Oct 10, 2006 21:01:26 GMT -5
Tomarrows update will take place at 7. If not, I have a small amount of a life.
|
|