The mark of the eye

[Birrii]

Hello there.

This is my first RP story, so it may be not the best one ever.

 

Here you write the things that happen after that. that means, if i write something, you have to continue it with the same character. You need to stick with the story, so if like an oblivion gate opens right in front of you, you don't go to a tavern and drink wine to get drunk.

 

The rules are:

Do not change the story how you want it, that means if you wrote a text, then someone else continues it, and writes that the main hero will save the emperor, then you write the continuing text after him and write that someone else saves the emperor insetad. Wait a bit before you write a new continuing text.

 

Don't kill our main hero and replace it with a new one.

 

Try to write properly.

 

You may have a picture included, but it has to do something with this story.

 

Don't add things like "superblaster gun" and that kind of stuff or "television" (that means modern stuff), now that it will ruin the environment of the story.

 

I guess these were all the rules. I'll start.

 

 

 

THE MARK OF THE EYE

London 19th century

It all started when Little Pip stole the discusting piece of bread. He was starving, that poor little boy, and, unfortenately, he was discovered, and no one showed mercy. He was brought immediately to the gallows. And that was a problem for his parents, Mr and Mrs Grey. Little Pip sold apples, that no one wanted to buy, because they were rotten. Only the very poor people had to buy them, now that they were the cheapest ones in the market. Mr Grey worked as a baker. He could earn lots of money, if he would have the money to buy the flour.

The Grey family was one of the poorest in London. And now that Little Pip was dead, Mrs Grey had to please men in The Corner with her, body.

Fourteen months later Alexander came into that world. Then Mrs Grey could settle down when Alexander was 7 years old. Alexander worked as a messenger, and he always came home with a blue spot somewhere on his body.

When he was 14, he heard the tale about Sir Goldigud, who saved all of Scotland from the Daedra and their demons. Sir Goldigud got his name written in the book of history, and that is what Alexander wanted to achive. That his name would be written in the book of history. He started to save money to buy armor and a weapon until he was 19.

[missoh]

(I dunno, if an oblivion gate opened infront of me I'd want to go get drunk as quickly as possible.)

[katashy]

On turning 19, Alexander, or just Alex, as he was known to his friends, bought his first sword. Alex entered the shop, called A Warriors Bargain, and started to browse the many types of swords cluttering the shelves. There were steel swords, iron swords, mithril swords, obsidian plate swords, there were scimitars, katanas, long swords, short swords and claymores.

 

As he looked around the shop, a specific sword caught his eye. He wasn't sure why, as the sword was a little, blue sheathed dagger. He walked over to it and picked it up. He un-sheathed it. It was amazingly light, but it looked VERY durable. The hilt was a lovely crimson red, the sheath was a dark royal blue, and the blade was a blazingly bright white. He started testing it, cutting through the air, making swoosh sounds as he did so. The shopkeeper, Jonas, walked up to him.

"Ah, Alexander, how nice to see you!" Jonas said.

"The pleasure is mine." Replied Alex.

Jonas looked at the dagger in Alexs hand. "Your not thinking of buying THAT one are you?" he asked.

"Well actually, i was. It's very light, very fast and very strong. I rather like it!"

"Look kid, a trader sold me that 10 years ago, he said it was once wielded by James Macleans, The legendary evil warrior!" he exclaimed, "The trader said i could make alot of money selling that, but he told me something else..."

"What did he tell you?" Asked James.

"He said it was cursed!"

 

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End of my bit, someone else take it up for a bit?