Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131109210838/@comment-10197675-20131110232637

Meanwhile in the vast wilderness of Northen Skyrim...

There was a Nord sprinting through the wilderness hunting his prey with a mear long bow firing the occational shot only hoping it would hit the target of the Elk. This Nord was Englorn who had resorted to living in the wild in a cave, alone, living of the fresh water of the rich streams of Skyrim and the strong and tender animals the land held. He had been alone now for the past 3 years or so since his farm had been burnt down and his family killed. Arnthur had died trying to protect the farm from the unknown foe that attacked it, Englorn remembers it as if it was the day before... (This is a flashback by the way of about 3 years or so)

Englorn exited Riften and went after Arnthur to tell him he could not find Cleingle.

Englorn: Cleingle is not in Riften Arnthur, i don't know where he has gone.

Arnthur: We will have to deal with Cleingle later, we must now travel on.

The two of them then started traveling up the North Western side of Morrowind trying to seek out the evil Arnthur had sencesed. They traveled for an hour or two on horseback untill they saw a force  greater than they could imagine, they had come to a holt on a slight hillock looking down on Vidrons large army of Dwemer.

Englorn: By the divines Arnthur you were correct.

Arnthur: Yes, but i did'nt fear it to be this bad. We need to get help, we need to warn the forces of Tamreil, we cannot fight an army this big by ourselves.

Englorn: We will return to Chillback farm, threre i will make sure my family are safe and then we will plan what to do from there on.

The two of them then blasted of down the hill heading back to Chillback farm, but then  ten or so metres away form there position behind two deadtrees in a ditch in the hill a black figure on a horse arised. His eye's were menacing with orange broad flameing centre's within them, he whore black thick armour, similer to dwarvon armour but black, the figure had a large black ancient Nord Claymore on it's back, waiting to burn the blood of it's next target, his horse had dark red eyes and cutted and blooded hoves. This was a Black Rider who had spotted Arnthur and Englorn, it was now going to hunt them down. The horse kicked up and spun around pointing West and that was the direction it started heading.

Three days past and Englorn and Arnthur were now starting to get closer to Chillback farm, they were now passing Windhelm, were Englorn had decided to make a quick detour to warn Windhelm of the evil he had seen.

Englorn: Arnthur, i am going  to drop by at Windhelm and warn them of the evil we have forseen.

Arnthur: I will rally back to the farm, Englorn, don't be long we will not have that much time.

Arnthur then continued the journey back to the farm, whilst Englorn enterd Windhelm.

Englorn made his way to The Palace of The Kings, he then ran into the court and approached Ulfric Stormcloak.

Englorn: I come here to warn you that a great evil force has arised, you need to ready yourselves for battle and keep your eye's to the East, a great force could soon be on your doorstep.

Ulfric Stormcloak: So from what i have heard these 'evil' forces have come from Morrowind, why should that involve Windhelm, Windhelm feels no danger.

Englorn: Yes, but Skyrim will and you must listen, Windhelm will be crushed you..

Ulfric *stands*: How dare you mark my hold as being weak, i think Skooma must be the answer to your filthish words... GUARDS take him away.

Englorn: WINDHELM WILL SUFFER ULFRIC, YOU MUST LISTEN, YOUR PEOPLE WILL DIE... YOU FOOL!!.

Englorn was then dragged out The Palace of The Kings and down and out the gate into Windhelm, he was then chucked into the snow outside the settlement.

Windhelm guard: And don't show your face hear again filth!

Englorn: I am just trying to help your people!

He then got on his horse and headed towards Dawnstar.

As Englorn neared the farm he saw a orange glow linguring above it's position. He then hurried his horse and started to race up to the farm. Everything was on fire, the houses had been burnt down, the grainmill had been toppled over to the ground and the crops had been burnt to a crisp.

Englorn: NOOO, NOOO.

A figure then approached  from the wreckage of Englorn's house holding the four heads of Arnthur, Englorns two children and his wife by the strands of there hair in its hands. It looked at Englorn with a grim look on its face.

Englorn could not beleive his eye's, anger started to fill within him, he started to then furiously run at the Black Rider with his sword and sheild drawn..

The Black Rider drawed his claymore and counted Englorns quick attacks, he used Englorns rage to his advantage knocking Englorn to the ground. Englorn quickly got up and sliced the Black Ridres hand of he then sliced the figure into many pieces in his rage he could not contain himself.

Englorn then fell to the ground on his kneesand stared at the ground not saying a single word...

... And so now he still runs after his prey with not one word leaving his lips...