Post by Torchlight on Dec 28, 2011 15:43:18 GMT -5
You are sound asleep in one of the inn's when you hear shouting and screaming, You grab your weapon and charge out, only to find one man standing with his bow aiming at a group of bandits, You try to intervene but the man tells you to stay out of this before you could even take a step, you observe while the fight carries on, Two of the bandits approach slashing at the figure, He let's go off his arrow, The arrow flies towards the bandit on the left, Hitting his skull, The bandit falls to the ground, The other bandit looking in awe at how quickly the figure reacted, The other bandit cowards out and runs outside of the inn, The last bandit standing with a axe, starts charging but is dead within a blink, The figure looks around, Throws a bag of coins to the inn keeper then leaves, Leaving a parchment on the table he was sitting on, You approach the parchment, open it and read it.
Day 1
I've been captured by the guards, Stripped away from my family, Nothing to look forward to, All i have with me is a quill and a book, Which will accompany for the rest of my time here, I can hear footsteps and the guards shouting. -The sentence ends in a squiggle-
Day 2
Today has been the second day, Surprisingly, It's not that bad, The guards aren't that bad.. The living conditions are stand able but i still won't forgive them for what they have done, They took me away from my home and family, and one day... I will escape and kill them all... Yes..Yes I'll kill them, I'll return to my family with gold and riches, And all i want right now.. Is my mothers smile.
You flip through the pages noticing this isn't just some book, It's a prison diary, You flip through the pages and find yourself on "Day 178"
Day 178
They've been training me, They've become like my second family now, Today they taught me the proper use of a bow, They said i was born for archery, I think they want me to join them, Their ranks, The Imperial Guard... But this doesn't feel right, Today during our patrol we stumbled upon a village that was protected by the stormcloaks, The imperials charged right in, Slaughtering everything, EVEN the villagers, It was horrible, I realized today what true monsters they are, I still haven't forgotten.. I will kill them...I will return home.. And soon, Soon enough, I'm going to escape from this wretched place and slaughter them, Just like they did to those poor children..
You decide you don't want to read further on in public, You decide to get back into your room and lock the door, You sit down on the bed, But fall asleep quickly.
You wake up the next morning with the book half opened in your hand, You get up from the floor, You seemed to of fell from the bed while sleeping, Your back hurts but you ignore the pain, You lay the book down and head over to the window, You close it and pull the curtains so the room is dark, You light your lamp and set it on the drawer, You pickup the book and start reading, You lost track of where you were but you start at page 190.
Page 190
I tried standing up today, telling the imperials that they were wrong.. It wasn't a good idea, I have been deprived of food and water until tomorrow passes, They beat me and broke my left hand, Incase i don't live through the next these few days.. I'm going to tell the reader of this.. Who i really am, Starting all the way at the beginning. My name is Alex Xavier Hound, My parents didn't celebrate birthdays, They saw it as a pointless celebration for them it was celebrating the coming of age.. which meant death creeps closer, so they never really told me my birthday. I was raised on a farm south of Solitude, People would think only a fool would start a farm near the mountains and the ice cold blizzard but my father proved them wrong, The plant that went by the name of Lavender my father would harvest it and sell it for good money but then there's a paradox, isn't there? My father would have to buy the seeds, Or harvest some from the already grown crop but that was very rare and the seeds cost 2/4 of the money he made selling the plant. There was also my mother, My beautiful intelligent mother, It seemed like she was the real hero of my family, Everyday she would go down to the forest and hunt you wouldn't expect a grown female to hunt for deer but she did, she fed the family, she hunted the food, cleaned it, cooked it and finally she served it. Her wonderful hunting helped us greatly as father didn't have to spend the extra septims on meat... It's been 190 days and i still haven't forgotten them, I never will..Because i'm going to leave..As soon as my arm heals, They're all dead and anyone who stands in my way is.
There is a blood stain at the end of the paper, You wonder... Then you realize the figure made a pact bound my blood..
Added some more, Hope you enjoy. =3
Day 1
I've been captured by the guards, Stripped away from my family, Nothing to look forward to, All i have with me is a quill and a book, Which will accompany for the rest of my time here, I can hear footsteps and the guards shouting. -The sentence ends in a squiggle-
Day 2
Today has been the second day, Surprisingly, It's not that bad, The guards aren't that bad.. The living conditions are stand able but i still won't forgive them for what they have done, They took me away from my home and family, and one day... I will escape and kill them all... Yes..Yes I'll kill them, I'll return to my family with gold and riches, And all i want right now.. Is my mothers smile.
You flip through the pages noticing this isn't just some book, It's a prison diary, You flip through the pages and find yourself on "Day 178"
Day 178
They've been training me, They've become like my second family now, Today they taught me the proper use of a bow, They said i was born for archery, I think they want me to join them, Their ranks, The Imperial Guard... But this doesn't feel right, Today during our patrol we stumbled upon a village that was protected by the stormcloaks, The imperials charged right in, Slaughtering everything, EVEN the villagers, It was horrible, I realized today what true monsters they are, I still haven't forgotten.. I will kill them...I will return home.. And soon, Soon enough, I'm going to escape from this wretched place and slaughter them, Just like they did to those poor children..
You decide you don't want to read further on in public, You decide to get back into your room and lock the door, You sit down on the bed, But fall asleep quickly.
You wake up the next morning with the book half opened in your hand, You get up from the floor, You seemed to of fell from the bed while sleeping, Your back hurts but you ignore the pain, You lay the book down and head over to the window, You close it and pull the curtains so the room is dark, You light your lamp and set it on the drawer, You pickup the book and start reading, You lost track of where you were but you start at page 190.
Page 190
I tried standing up today, telling the imperials that they were wrong.. It wasn't a good idea, I have been deprived of food and water until tomorrow passes, They beat me and broke my left hand, Incase i don't live through the next these few days.. I'm going to tell the reader of this.. Who i really am, Starting all the way at the beginning. My name is Alex Xavier Hound, My parents didn't celebrate birthdays, They saw it as a pointless celebration for them it was celebrating the coming of age.. which meant death creeps closer, so they never really told me my birthday. I was raised on a farm south of Solitude, People would think only a fool would start a farm near the mountains and the ice cold blizzard but my father proved them wrong, The plant that went by the name of Lavender my father would harvest it and sell it for good money but then there's a paradox, isn't there? My father would have to buy the seeds, Or harvest some from the already grown crop but that was very rare and the seeds cost 2/4 of the money he made selling the plant. There was also my mother, My beautiful intelligent mother, It seemed like she was the real hero of my family, Everyday she would go down to the forest and hunt you wouldn't expect a grown female to hunt for deer but she did, she fed the family, she hunted the food, cleaned it, cooked it and finally she served it. Her wonderful hunting helped us greatly as father didn't have to spend the extra septims on meat... It's been 190 days and i still haven't forgotten them, I never will..Because i'm going to leave..As soon as my arm heals, They're all dead and anyone who stands in my way is.
There is a blood stain at the end of the paper, You wonder... Then you realize the figure made a pact bound my blood..
Added some more, Hope you enjoy. =3