Paragraph by Paragraph in Cyrodiil

[Maharg67]

Rules

 

Write one paragraph from one to five sentences (no very long sentences).

 

Write as if this is a proper and not silly Oblivion type story. No foolishness and no characters doing superhuman or outragious things.

 

Write with due consideration to on going story and for others who choose to go along with story.

 

Oblivion story may have some realistic extras as follows:

 

1. stage coaches, wagons, carts, chariots
   
2. shepherds with sheep
   
3. harmless wild animals and birds that flee
   
4. wolves, bears, panthers etc. running away
   
5. neutral helpful magical creatures brownies, pixies, nymphs, dryads, etc.
   
6. gypsies in ornate horse caravans
   
7. New Guilds such as Merchants, Lawyers, Artisans, Gladiators etc.
   
8. Magical fighting arena where death is not real but very painful?
   

 

If you add something write a brief note of this before your paragraph

If you want to suggest a change or addition please put this after your paragraph

 

Anybody not following these rules who be swarmed by hordes of zombies!

 

Please only positive feedback if you do not wish to play.

[Maharg67]

New addition is stage coaches

 

Waltar watched the passing countryside through the bouncing uncomforable stage coach's open window as they approached yet one more walled farming settlement.

 

Cool early winter air was flowing into the crowded couch chamber with its two end seat facing inwards and its two middle seats facing outwards.

 

The thick perfume from a young lady text to him, a so called lesser noblewoman by her dress, was threatening to choke him her lap dog kept snarling at him.

 

Yet it was something else that was disturbing him, that was playing on the young warrior's nerves.

 

As the stage coach slowed to deliver items and to pick up others from the settlement, he picked up a whiff of smell that caused a cold shiver to go down his spine.

[GETbacon]

It turns out that the lady was a ghoul and he ran out of the stagecoach screaming.

 

After fatigue set he started to walk Then he saw a argoinan running the other way to punch the slaves that fired him out of a cannon...IN THE SOUL.

 

Walter soon realized he has forgotten his sword on the stagecoach, it was his granddads.

 

So he stated to walk to bravil with 500 coin in his pocket.

 

 

(you can disregard the second line if you have no sense of humor)

[Pronam]

Maybe the druids garden fits better I'm afraid, then again.. its not...

 

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After a couple of minutes, Waltar regained his conciseness (the afore was a dream) and prepared himself to leave the coach.

As he stepped out of the coach, a cloud of dust passed by that obscured his vision.

 

A few moments later, the sun shine through that revealed what many would thought not to see in their lifetime.

As fellow passengers stepped out of the coach, people were shocked by what they saw.

 

The young lady, ignorant by pushing all other passengers away, stepped out and gaze upon the horizon, thereafter moved her hand, all shaken, to her mouth, not realizing what possible could have happened.

[Maharg67]

(Thanks for getting back on track, viceICE!)

 

The dragon hovered a bit further on from the stagecoach as if it had shot past, causing the cloud of dust.

It had halted abruptly, amazingly considering the speed it had been moving, and now it examined not the stagecoach but Walter himself.

It was not huge, not by far, being little bigger than the coach itself, but it was a true dragon with elegant power and eyes full of alien intelligence.

 

A true dragon in Cyrodiil?

Such things were of vague stories, fragmented legends who very origin was a mystery linked with something called the Forgotten Continent.

 

:starwars: