Post by icreate on Mar 10, 2012 14:53:41 GMT -5
((I will be writing this in third person for now, and maybe switch it up with later entries. Depends on how much interest this gets. C&C kindly appreciated))
Entry One
"I have to get home," he kept telling himself as he rushed out of the city of Whitehold towards his home in Dauer. The sun was nearly setting and he was running out of time. He was new to these lands, and because of that he had no armor to protect himself from the evils creeping in the forest. He nervously began his trek through the forest, eyeing the trees as they slowly seemed to press closer and closer as night drew nearer and nearer. Every rustle, every snap, every sound was faced with the horror of an attack; but as of yet nothing had made an attempt.
He could hear the wolves baying at the moon... Night had arrived. He had begun to run. Cold air filling his lungs as he sprinted through the forest. All around him the forest was suddenly coming to life. Goblins began to leap out of the trees with their bows at the ready, spiders came out of hiding ready to collect food for another day, and worse yet the darkness pressed onto Xeran as he ran. *Fwsh* An arrow nearly had hit him in the arm as he passed near a Goblin Archer, further causing him to hasten his pace. He could hear the phlegmy screech of a Spider trailing close behind him. It would be upon him soon if he did not reach the gates within a few minutes. He was feeling exhausted and starving as he pressed himself more and more to run. There was no time to eat his collected apples, but he feared that if he didn't he would would die of starvation soon.
He could make out the gate ahead as well as the guards on post. He yelled at them for help but either they didn't hear him or they didn't care much for self endangerment. He could imagine what they saw, a scrawny old robed man running from what was probably a armada of Goblins and Spiders. He wouldn't risk himself either if he were them. And like that, he was at the gate and running through the market square of Dauer and yet even here it was not entirely safe.
Goblins jumped off the neighboring roofs and began to surround him. He started to consider his odds as he withdrew the Iron sword a friend had given him. All around him the grotesque snarling of Goblins could be heard, and as he looked at their faces he could see their mouths dripping with a thick black saliva at the thought of potential food. They drew closer around him, he counted ten but wasn't entirely sure. *Fwoom* He launched a Fireball at the closest one at the same time as he beheaded another with his blade. He flipped around and set aflame the two closest behind him. He ran for the gap he had made and jumped over the beheaded Goblins corpse. He turned around and continued lobbing fireball after fireball at the Goblins now giving chase for no regard for their fallen brothers.
And as quickly as that he slammed the door to the inn and he was finally safe. That had been his third day in this land of Talarra. The first two had been no different. This land was filled with danger and cruelty and it was a hard lesson he was being forced to learn at every corner.
Entry One
"I have to get home," he kept telling himself as he rushed out of the city of Whitehold towards his home in Dauer. The sun was nearly setting and he was running out of time. He was new to these lands, and because of that he had no armor to protect himself from the evils creeping in the forest. He nervously began his trek through the forest, eyeing the trees as they slowly seemed to press closer and closer as night drew nearer and nearer. Every rustle, every snap, every sound was faced with the horror of an attack; but as of yet nothing had made an attempt.
He could hear the wolves baying at the moon... Night had arrived. He had begun to run. Cold air filling his lungs as he sprinted through the forest. All around him the forest was suddenly coming to life. Goblins began to leap out of the trees with their bows at the ready, spiders came out of hiding ready to collect food for another day, and worse yet the darkness pressed onto Xeran as he ran. *Fwsh* An arrow nearly had hit him in the arm as he passed near a Goblin Archer, further causing him to hasten his pace. He could hear the phlegmy screech of a Spider trailing close behind him. It would be upon him soon if he did not reach the gates within a few minutes. He was feeling exhausted and starving as he pressed himself more and more to run. There was no time to eat his collected apples, but he feared that if he didn't he would would die of starvation soon.
He could make out the gate ahead as well as the guards on post. He yelled at them for help but either they didn't hear him or they didn't care much for self endangerment. He could imagine what they saw, a scrawny old robed man running from what was probably a armada of Goblins and Spiders. He wouldn't risk himself either if he were them. And like that, he was at the gate and running through the market square of Dauer and yet even here it was not entirely safe.
Goblins jumped off the neighboring roofs and began to surround him. He started to consider his odds as he withdrew the Iron sword a friend had given him. All around him the grotesque snarling of Goblins could be heard, and as he looked at their faces he could see their mouths dripping with a thick black saliva at the thought of potential food. They drew closer around him, he counted ten but wasn't entirely sure. *Fwoom* He launched a Fireball at the closest one at the same time as he beheaded another with his blade. He flipped around and set aflame the two closest behind him. He ran for the gap he had made and jumped over the beheaded Goblins corpse. He turned around and continued lobbing fireball after fireball at the Goblins now giving chase for no regard for their fallen brothers.
And as quickly as that he slammed the door to the inn and he was finally safe. That had been his third day in this land of Talarra. The first two had been no different. This land was filled with danger and cruelty and it was a hard lesson he was being forced to learn at every corner.
