Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140522143525/@comment-24942837-20140524203043


 * Somewhere near Shearpoint...*

Treul crouched behind a bush. He saw an elk, and two rabbits heading into a cave. He checked his map.

"Yep, this should be where they come."

He aimed his bow, and paused. They were moving too fast to aim properly. The animals went up a steep hill, and he waited for them to come back. An hour later, he began to climb quietly. He saw a strange wall and two coffins, one massive, another human-size. He also saw the dead animals, and cursed.

"Someone must've got here first." He snapped to himself, but no one was to be found. "Oh well, might as well check out this here wall. Speaking of which, why is there a wall in the middle of this hill?" He walked over to the coffins, and checked the wall out. There seemed to be a dull chanting. He listened and some power came out of the wall and hit him. He staggered back, and found there was magic swirling around him. He tried slapping at it to make it stop, but it didn't. He felt a sudden surge of strange power, and then the coffins flew open. A dragon came out, and attacked. So did its priest, who shot fireballs at him.

"Hey! Stop shooting! I mean no harm! Stop!" He yelled to the priest, who continued to try to end his life. He groaned and took out his bow,

"I'm not good with ending life, but he's made it his or mine." He nocked an arrow, aimed, and fired. He repeated this over and over again until the dragon priest fell, and looked like a porcupine. The dragon roared with fury, and breathed fire at him. Treul ducked behind a massive rock, and waited until the dragon stopped. He then released a hail of arrows, weakening it. Once it began to die, and was almost that way, Treul walked over, and sunk his dagger deep into its throat, slitting it. It then lifted its head, moaned, and died. The same sort of power coursed through Treul's veins, and he felt stronger by the minute. He looted the priest and dragon, to find a mask by the name of Krosis, and a Staff or Fireballs, as well as around 200 gold, and his dagger. Once he was done, the scales of the being seemed to fly off the dragon, and turn to ash. He jumped back, fearing something awful would happen. When nothing did, he cheered about his gold. But just then, a voice, or rather an echo, came from the sky, and it said,

"Do-do-vah-vah-kiin-kiin!" Treul pondered what that meant. He remembered he had a book of the Dragonborn, and started to read it. He then learned 'Dovahkiin' was dragon for 'Dragonborn', and they were legendary beings who had the dragon blood, thus enabling them to slay dragons. He reread this over and over again until it was pierced into his mind like Hot Iron from a forge going on leather for a brandname. Treul laughed, and said,

"Well, this can't be true. From the legeneds, dragons were already dead, therefore I did not actually kill it. Besides, it looked like the thing was rotting anyway. Anywho, maybe I should find shelter somewhere."