ToC The men of no name: The only survivor

  • his is my 1st story on here so it won't be so good I just hope you all like it.

    Aah, Thank you… I'm always welcome to a few septims. Barkeep get us two Ales. Now I guess your here for the story… thats all I'm known for now, you know what I used to be one of the wealthiest traders through all of skyrim till that one dreaded night. Now lets start with the story, I hope those who told you made it live up to its name. 

    Now starting off, it was well a stormy night, I was on my way from Ivarstead to Whiterun, just picked up some food and weapons to trade and for the road. It was all going great I could hear the horses breathe and the wooden wheels on the cart click and clack against the cobblestone road. I could see my own breath through the lantern to my side, then the atmosphere changed all so much. In front of me there was a tipped cart, and blood so much blood. The horses had arrows in their heads and then I saw a man. I jumped off in a rush and got to his side. The insides of his belly was everywhere. The only words he could get of his pale dry lips were 'He's here' Then the mans head drooped. The I heard a arrow soar through  the air. then my Horses let out a cry, then fell. All the stuff from my carriage was strewn across the floor. I picked up a orcish great sword one I picked up from a certain man a few hours earlier. I shouted, I tried to act tough but inside I was pissing my self with fear.

    I sat down leaned on the back of the carriage. I held the sword close then an arrow hit the carriage a hairs length away from my head. I couldn't hold it back I dropped the sword and started crying, I couldn't stop. Then I heard footsteps, they got closer I looked up and all I saw was a man. Robes covered his body He has Ebony boots and Gauntlets, and a dragon priest mask. He stared at me pathetically crying like a baby, and he shouted at me with the power of the Thu'um me and carriage were thrown down a small ditch. The words Fus Ro Dah echoed through the hills and back. I looked up he was above me again. He looked down. He pulled out a sword and stared at it, it glistened in the moon, but as he admired his sword I grabbed a dagger and plunged it into his legs, he let out the most bloodcurdling screams you could ever here. He then used his Thu'um and ran, for hours I laid there looking up. 

    Days later I was in Whiterun telling my clients that I don't have their stuff as I was hit by a man in the night and nearly killed. Then I heard something in the wind, I couldn't understand it sounded like Dovahzul, I looked franticly then I saw him on top of dragons reach, his robes were bloody the dagger still  lodged in it. Then in the blink of an eye he was gone. And since that day I have never stepped out of this Inn, I don't go out at night because I know even after all of these 20 years he is still out there waiting for me to show myself, and Ma'am when that day comes I will get on my knees and pray to the Divines that he will make it slow, but Talos knows that's a lie.

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  • Sotek
    Sotek   ·  May 1, 2016
    Awwwooo
    What to do.......
    You know what Orion... I honestly feel this is worth keeping as a blog. If I were you I'd change the title and remove TOC from it. You can form a TOD as Lissette has pointed out in the discussions in Tamriel Tales.
  • The Long-Chapper
    The Long-Chapper   ·  April 29, 2016
    Hi! Hate to be the Awful Altmer here, but TOC's belong in the discussion section of Tamriel Tales, soon to be Story Corner. Don't be afraid, Imma not gonna delete this right away. What I need you to do is create a TOC there. 
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