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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 13:51:05 GMT -5
ooh I cannot wait to see it.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 12, 2007 15:02:16 GMT -5
Chapter Eleven: Skingrad Angrond had walked not far up the road when he heard shouts - a man came tumbling out of the trees - he was upon a horse and held another unmounted one by the reins.
'Run! Run while you still can!' He tried to go past the ranger but he grabbed his arm and pulled him back. The man looked back into the forest, fear in his eyes. 'The nercomancers are gathering at Fort Vlastarus, they burn every town and settlement within two miles of the place! They killed my family, I'm not going back there, they are probably zombies now, thralls of the necromancers! The Imperial City is the only place safe now, I go there with the only possessions I have left.' 'Give me a horse.......... Quick!' Shouted Angrond. The man handed him the reins. 'What direction are they headed?' 'West, towards Skingrad, they probably mean to burn it to the ground!' He replied. 'I must warn them! Go tell Ocato about this, tell him to send the legions to Skingrad, they'll need all the help they can get.' Angrond rode up the hill and into The Great Forest.
Hardly a mile up the road he saw them; the necromancer army. The marched rank by rank from the forest on the left hand side of the road. The ranger turned to the right hand side and galloped through the forest, hoping to warn the count of Skingrad before they arrived.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Angrond made it in plenty of time. The necromancers were at least three miles away when he arrived at the gates of Skingrad. He swung the horse underneath a bridge and approached the lower East gate. He stabled the horse and shouted for the Gatewardens to open it. Skingrad was famous for her wines and cheeses and it's cobbled streets were covered in flowers of all kinds. The houses were built of unique stonework and the people were friendly.The Gold Road to Anvil ran through the town, splitting it in two. At either end of the town there was a gate to let it pass through. The church and some of the more run-down houses lay at the Southern side and the shops and expensive houses lay to the North. There was a higher gate just next to the East gate which led to the castle, which was where Angrond was headed.
Angrond turned to the right and sped up the small hill to the higher gate. He pushed it open and crossed the small bridge that he had passed under minutes before. He ran up a higher and steeper hill next until he came upon another bridge,. This one was lit with small torches every few feet along the railing. He crossed this bridge and came upon the castle doors. Two guards stood in front of it, wearing the customary colours of Skingrad; red with a silver moon set in a black circle. Before they could stop him, Angrond said; 'Urgent news for the count - no time to explain.' They looked at him in amazement as he pushed past and opened the doors. The count was new, for the old one - Janus Hassildor, had died after a horrific ordeal involving vampirism. The legendary Champion of Cyrodiil had helped him discover a cure for him and his wife, Rona. The Champion searched far and wide for the witch Melisande - the only member of the witch cult left that could cure Vampirism. He defeated Hindaril, the most powerful vampire in Cyrodiil at the time, and returned with the vampire's ashes to Melisande. When the cure was prepared, the Champion made his way to Skingrad, unfortunately however, the countess had died of a fever the night before and Hassildor himself died six months later from grief.
The new count was a man named Vandorallen Trebatius, a former Arena champion that had been kicked out of Rosethorn Manor, - an expensive mansion near the East Gate - only to be crowned count a year later. He was a greedy and confident man that didn't like people who interfered with his business. The citizens of Skingrad had begun to cotton on that he was not the best choice for count and had even led a small rebellion against him not long after he took up the throne. It was not in any way successful however because the town guard dealt with the meagre attacks swiftly. Now that war was upon them, Angrond wondered how he would react under threat.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 15:10:07 GMT -5
I liked the old count Oh well, good unstallment Umaril (or should I say Uesugi just kidding with you) I liked your description, and it almost felt like I was walking through the city of Skingrad while you described this.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 12, 2007 15:24:48 GMT -5
Yes, I tried to make it as detailed as possible. A lot of Fan-Fic writers tend to presume that you already know exactly what a town/ place is like, and don't even bother to describe it, leading to confusion for people who haven't played the game or haven't explored much.
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 15:31:28 GMT -5
I never liked that...but I've done it on accident once or twice
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 16:22:14 GMT -5
Awesome... I continue to grow to like this story yet more. It makes me want to go ply oblivion.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 12, 2007 16:22:57 GMT -5
The mages guild of destruction is there, and the goblin slayers guild, those necro's don't know who they are screwing with. And the ranger, ofcourse.
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Post by Umaril on Jan 12, 2007 16:24:44 GMT -5
Boom boom bang bang! Big gi-normous battle!
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 16:41:42 GMT -5
I think I will love it
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Post by Umaril on Jan 12, 2007 16:49:46 GMT -5
Yes. You. Will............... Hopefully
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Post by me on Jan 12, 2007 16:58:26 GMT -5
I SHALL!!!
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Post by Umaril on Jan 13, 2007 16:39:17 GMT -5
Chapter Twelve: Dead Flesh and Stone - TEASER!
"How many?" The count was sat on his throne and looked in awe as the ranger told him of the necromancers. "No less than five hundred, not including their undead minions, I would advise that all of the guard be deployed along the walls." The ranger replied in a strong, ordering voice. "And if the walls fail to keep them at bay, what then? The necromancers have ranged spells and they won't be afraid to use them." "Then, I reckon, we should defend the gates, and if they too fall, our only hope would be to retreat to the castle and defend it with our lives. The necromancers are not to be taken lightly and we'll need all all the fighters we can get." "Well, we are not short of warriors in this town. The Mages Guild here are adept at using the destruction magic and will be very helpful, especially against the undead. Our Fighters Guild also are very skilled and the town guard are of the best in the Empire." The count rose from his seat and began pacing up and down along the great hall, scratching his chin with an anxious look on his face. After a minute he looked at Angrond and said: "You will lead them. Your exploits are well know, even here in the Imperial Province. The men will listen, even to a stranger and will not hesitate to fight. Go now and give them battle orders, this may be their last battle. See you at the end - if you make it."
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Post by Dagothkitty on Jan 13, 2007 16:49:06 GMT -5
Big battle scene? check. Yay!
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Post by me on Jan 13, 2007 16:50:58 GMT -5
Only one thing could be more exciting...but that won't happen for a while so YAY!
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Post by Maliku on Jan 15, 2007 19:47:24 GMT -5
This story kicks ass.
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