Camonna Posted April 7, 2004 Share Posted April 7, 2004 Should we stop now? Morgoth said still with his Blade up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted April 7, 2004 Share Posted April 7, 2004 Torvild nods. "So tell me, Morgoth, what brings you here? Was there not enough work where you lived or do you like the idea of seeing new places?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Camonna Posted April 7, 2004 Share Posted April 7, 2004 I was a spearmen for the Imperial Legion in Cyrodil but those Damn dunmer had a Bit of a fight so i and a few others were sent here and I just ended up leaving hawkmoth, and I dont Have anything against the dark elves but some of them are very hard to deal with.....even with themselves they dont get along,How about you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 "I and my employers in Skyrim had a slight disagreement. A falling out you might say. Sadly the fool who decided to challenge my judgement was a close relative of one of the ruling elite. So I must find work away from Skyrim." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Camonna Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 so,how was it at skyrim? I`ve never been there? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Malchik Posted April 8, 2004 Share Posted April 8, 2004 "It's just a place, you know. With Nords mainly, though other races are found there in small numbers. We have a great fondness for axes. I don't know why, wretchedly heavy and hard to wield in a tight spot. I'm proficient enough but I prefer swords and daggers myself. Less messy, too. And of course there is the mead.... And the magic gold..." Torvild shakes himself. "I'm rambling. Please excuse me. Shall we see how the others are doing?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Camonna Posted April 9, 2004 Share Posted April 9, 2004 Fine with me, and hahaha I have had that mead before, not that bad But nothin Beats Cyrodilic brandy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pack Rat Posted April 11, 2004 Author Share Posted April 11, 2004 For a whole week everything remains silent, you fill your days with training, chatting with your new made comrades. You hope things keep going this way but deep inside you cant help thinking about the war. It has been weeks since last heard from the front.You arent excatly jumping to go but something makes you nervous and exited. One week later: You are all enjoying your breakfast. Even Lena has sat down at your officerstable. You caught her several times on a smile, something she problably hasnt done for a few weeks. The war seems so far away... Suddenly an imperial trooper runs towards Lena and the officers. They quickly rise from their chairs and run towards the entrance of the encampment. You cant help yourself but you just have that strange feeling like something is wrong, terribly wrong... You leave your breakfast as for what it was and follow the running officers. AS you run trough the encampment you see that you are not the only one who pays attention to the incident. Soldiers from different fields run towards the entrance, some of them you've never seen before. As you arrive at the wooden gate you see a cricle of officers surrounding a horse. It's right flank is covered with blood, on the ground lays an Imperial soldier, cleary Imperial cavalry. His face is mostly covered with blood and so is the right side of his torso. He's in a terrible shape though seems determined to tell his story. The line is gone... Full retreat, Estevana is overrun... Heading towards Lorianna...*caughs*... Nomads must be stopped at the 'Fields' or... *caughs*... Lorianna will be overrun... We retreated to... towards Lorianna to face the...Nomads on the fields. We realised that the Mista-line had fallen when... when the Nomads already stood at our gates.... We weren't told that they were coming...Took us by surprise... We couldnt stop them... Estevana fell... They slaughtered everyone who stood in their path... I escaped but was wounded during the siege...All I know is that the Nomads are heading towards Lorianna... You must go to Lorianna... must....go... It was the end, after those last words the trooper died.Lena starts yelling in fury!<Everybody, collect your gear! We are moving out! We are moving out!>Drilsergeants repeat the order and the crowd vaporises.Everybody understands the importance of the fact that Lorianna cant fall. Lorianna, capital of Asgard, if Lorianna falls, so will entire Asgard. Two hours later you march a rather high speed trough the Asgardian Fields. No longer you can pay attention to the beauty of Asgard. No... No longer. Now you cant think but anything else but the upcoming battle. As you look around, everybody seems to think about the same thing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Camonna Posted April 11, 2004 Share Posted April 11, 2004 Morgoth rushes to his tent and grabs a spear even though he has a sabre with him then he quickly throws his Pack on his shoulder 'Torvild, where did ye go?' he says trying to find the rest of his comrades Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acoran Posted April 11, 2004 Share Posted April 11, 2004 Karath hurriaedly gathers his equipment. Tuckinghis knifes hin his uniform and buckling on his sword he runs out to join the march. His eyes only slightly 'darty' as hsi phobia was lifted slightly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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