Post by Macabre on Jan 3, 2012 3:34:38 GMT -5
The hooded man sat at his oak desk at a spire soaring higher than even birds dare soar. Before him sat a book as thick as the walls surrounding him, printed on it's cover had but a few words "Our History". And it was this book that would contain everything that has transpired in the past 20 years, and the events which had led to the "Fall."
The figure leaned into the book and with a slender hand opened the front cover as he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, speaking to nobody in particular, he announced "These are the events recorded in the midst of conflict. There will be no wording more accurate. And with that, let us begin our journey..."
The book had a singular page which dived up the 20 year gap into four smaller periods. Written beneath the titles were neat outlines of that era. They are as followed:
"The Age of Peace"- E5-000-005
Following the death of the evil known as Alduin, the lands of Skyrim came to a peace. The conflict between the Stormclock and the Legion came to a halt. Land was equally shared and for several years all seemed ripe. The hero who was simply known as "Dragonborn" continued roaming the lands hunting the remaining dragons. Records show that they fled to isles North of Skyrim.
"The Age of Reconstruction" E5-006-0011
The Dragons where sent into the Northern isles, and no remaining beasts resided in the frozen lands. And thus provided the opportunity for repair. Communities banded together to rebuild what was lost. New towns sprung up and old ones where laid to rest.
"The Age of Despair" E5- 0012-0017
The Dragon known as Death banded the reaming Dragons together and they started to emerge on the northern fringes of the land. Many noticeable conflicts occurred in this time. The more noticeable of which are the fall of the College of Winterhold and the death of the Dragonborn (Details can be found in the following pages). Things were looking grim.
"The Age of Sorrow" E5- 0017-0019
A two year gap which contained the crushing blow to the citizens of Skyrim. Dragons moved further South and covered the snow capped mountains. Conflicts started to break out between the Stormclocks and Imperial factions over division or remaining land and supplies. It was at the Batlte for Whiterun where both leaders of the factions and the Jarl were slain by an Elder dragon did hostilities really escalate. Both sides suspect foul-play at the death of the leaders.
And thus brings us to the current Age. Known as The Age of War. Battles are more common, dragons are on the advance and towns are crumbling. We need champions to preserve Skyrim and to save the lands. Are you ready for it?
"The Age of Peace"
(More to come)
"The Age of Reconstruction"
(More to come)
"The Age of Despair"
(More to come)
"The Age of Sorrow"
"The Battle for Whiterun-"
There stood three men who many would not believe were possible to stand so close; Leader of the Stormcloaks Ulfric, the Imperial Commander of Skyrim and the Jarl of Whiterun. The three remained outside Dragonsreach, their eyes casting a gaze towards the mountains beyond. A war had begun, but not one for Whiterun, but one that would decide its existence.
Word was brought that Dragons were attacking Riverwood, with constant roars of deathly beasts erupting beyond the mountain on which Bleak Fall Barrows lay rest. No one could sleep, only prepare. Everyone a man walked, the streets of this city would be filled with the constant rustling of men, whether they be guards, Stormcloaks, Imperials or even the citizens. Everyone equipped with tools of all violent manner, this city was prepared.
Where wars usually split people apart, this one brought them together. The Companions had abandoned their daily routine, joining the Battle-Born and Grey-Manes who united to fight for their home.
A resonating roar could be heard, filling the souls of everyone with pure fear. With eyes scouring the skies, there they were. The dragons. The three leaders unsheathed their blades, preparing themselves for what may seemed as their end. Farengar, the Jarl's wizard stepped out with them, his nonchalant face breaking into a frown. The dragons dropped, with roars of their tongue being heard. Flames spouted from their gaping jaws, engulfing men and women with their blazing fury. These scaled monsters swooped over and about the town, as though it were simply a pond and they were merely playing in the water. Men could be seen bashing dragons that came too close, and dragons grabbing hold of men with their fierce claws.
An Elder Dragon dropped down amongst the rest in front of Dragonsreach, crushing the Gildergreen tree under it and roared at the four men that stood at Dragonsreach. These men roared back, with their brandished weapons lifted high into the sky, and their hearts filled with the adrenaline so few men have. The three leaders leaped at the Elder Dragon, their weapons scraping against the scales of this monstrosity. Farengar threw all form of magic at dragon, bursting lightning bolts or fireballs across it. The dragon merely mocked them with another roar, this time in a tongue of its own kind. A force of energy erupted from it's mouth, knocking back the Jarl and his wizard, while the two leaders managed to escape this roar, lunging onto the dragon.
These two men, united to fight for their lands, stabbed viciously, striking whatever they could that would weaken this thing. The Elder Dragon could feel it now, pain sweeping over its body. The men's weapons were piercing it, and such pain was to be stopped. The dragon threw itself up, its wings pushing against the force of wind to fly. With the two men, the dragon flew up into the clouds. Everyone watched, horrified by their leaders risking such a feat.
Dusk engulfed Whiterun, but the moon shone amongst the clouds. Bones of dragons lay to waste on the streets, scorched and battered men lay dead amongst the wreckage that the dragons had created. The sky was filled with constant roars and bursts of fire. But then all this stopped, and a shadow could be seen dropping. Ulfric and the Imperial Commander could be seen, gripping onto what seemed to be a dead dragon. They plummeted into Dragonsreach, a great echo of destruction sounding into everyone's ears. There lay the ruins of the glorified building, and emerged two heroes. The dragon was visible, but panic spread through everyone as it rose. The Elder Dragon was certainly almost dead, but its eyes glinted with mockery as it gaped its jaws at the two Nords, and let out a bellowing roar of flames.
The two men, who braved to fight against this beast, had lost. The blaze was so intense, that those who survived only saw wisps of their ashes billow into the night sky. The Elder Dragon, too weak to slay the survivors, rose itself up into the sky, filling the skies with its laughter.
((The majority of the stories have been done, and they are scattered on my files which I plan to search through. But if you could or want to help please PM me with an ideal era to write about and i'll give you a theme or an event. Thanks.
~The Archmage.
The figure leaned into the book and with a slender hand opened the front cover as he cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow, speaking to nobody in particular, he announced "These are the events recorded in the midst of conflict. There will be no wording more accurate. And with that, let us begin our journey..."
The book had a singular page which dived up the 20 year gap into four smaller periods. Written beneath the titles were neat outlines of that era. They are as followed:
"The Age of Peace"- E5-000-005
Following the death of the evil known as Alduin, the lands of Skyrim came to a peace. The conflict between the Stormclock and the Legion came to a halt. Land was equally shared and for several years all seemed ripe. The hero who was simply known as "Dragonborn" continued roaming the lands hunting the remaining dragons. Records show that they fled to isles North of Skyrim.
"The Age of Reconstruction" E5-006-0011
The Dragons where sent into the Northern isles, and no remaining beasts resided in the frozen lands. And thus provided the opportunity for repair. Communities banded together to rebuild what was lost. New towns sprung up and old ones where laid to rest.
"The Age of Despair" E5- 0012-0017
The Dragon known as Death banded the reaming Dragons together and they started to emerge on the northern fringes of the land. Many noticeable conflicts occurred in this time. The more noticeable of which are the fall of the College of Winterhold and the death of the Dragonborn (Details can be found in the following pages). Things were looking grim.
"The Age of Sorrow" E5- 0017-0019
A two year gap which contained the crushing blow to the citizens of Skyrim. Dragons moved further South and covered the snow capped mountains. Conflicts started to break out between the Stormclocks and Imperial factions over division or remaining land and supplies. It was at the Batlte for Whiterun where both leaders of the factions and the Jarl were slain by an Elder dragon did hostilities really escalate. Both sides suspect foul-play at the death of the leaders.
And thus brings us to the current Age. Known as The Age of War. Battles are more common, dragons are on the advance and towns are crumbling. We need champions to preserve Skyrim and to save the lands. Are you ready for it?
"The Age of Peace"
(More to come)
"The Age of Reconstruction"
(More to come)
"The Age of Despair"
(More to come)
"The Age of Sorrow"
"The Battle for Whiterun-"
There stood three men who many would not believe were possible to stand so close; Leader of the Stormcloaks Ulfric, the Imperial Commander of Skyrim and the Jarl of Whiterun. The three remained outside Dragonsreach, their eyes casting a gaze towards the mountains beyond. A war had begun, but not one for Whiterun, but one that would decide its existence.
Word was brought that Dragons were attacking Riverwood, with constant roars of deathly beasts erupting beyond the mountain on which Bleak Fall Barrows lay rest. No one could sleep, only prepare. Everyone a man walked, the streets of this city would be filled with the constant rustling of men, whether they be guards, Stormcloaks, Imperials or even the citizens. Everyone equipped with tools of all violent manner, this city was prepared.
Where wars usually split people apart, this one brought them together. The Companions had abandoned their daily routine, joining the Battle-Born and Grey-Manes who united to fight for their home.
A resonating roar could be heard, filling the souls of everyone with pure fear. With eyes scouring the skies, there they were. The dragons. The three leaders unsheathed their blades, preparing themselves for what may seemed as their end. Farengar, the Jarl's wizard stepped out with them, his nonchalant face breaking into a frown. The dragons dropped, with roars of their tongue being heard. Flames spouted from their gaping jaws, engulfing men and women with their blazing fury. These scaled monsters swooped over and about the town, as though it were simply a pond and they were merely playing in the water. Men could be seen bashing dragons that came too close, and dragons grabbing hold of men with their fierce claws.
An Elder Dragon dropped down amongst the rest in front of Dragonsreach, crushing the Gildergreen tree under it and roared at the four men that stood at Dragonsreach. These men roared back, with their brandished weapons lifted high into the sky, and their hearts filled with the adrenaline so few men have. The three leaders leaped at the Elder Dragon, their weapons scraping against the scales of this monstrosity. Farengar threw all form of magic at dragon, bursting lightning bolts or fireballs across it. The dragon merely mocked them with another roar, this time in a tongue of its own kind. A force of energy erupted from it's mouth, knocking back the Jarl and his wizard, while the two leaders managed to escape this roar, lunging onto the dragon.
These two men, united to fight for their lands, stabbed viciously, striking whatever they could that would weaken this thing. The Elder Dragon could feel it now, pain sweeping over its body. The men's weapons were piercing it, and such pain was to be stopped. The dragon threw itself up, its wings pushing against the force of wind to fly. With the two men, the dragon flew up into the clouds. Everyone watched, horrified by their leaders risking such a feat.
Dusk engulfed Whiterun, but the moon shone amongst the clouds. Bones of dragons lay to waste on the streets, scorched and battered men lay dead amongst the wreckage that the dragons had created. The sky was filled with constant roars and bursts of fire. But then all this stopped, and a shadow could be seen dropping. Ulfric and the Imperial Commander could be seen, gripping onto what seemed to be a dead dragon. They plummeted into Dragonsreach, a great echo of destruction sounding into everyone's ears. There lay the ruins of the glorified building, and emerged two heroes. The dragon was visible, but panic spread through everyone as it rose. The Elder Dragon was certainly almost dead, but its eyes glinted with mockery as it gaped its jaws at the two Nords, and let out a bellowing roar of flames.
The two men, who braved to fight against this beast, had lost. The blaze was so intense, that those who survived only saw wisps of their ashes billow into the night sky. The Elder Dragon, too weak to slay the survivors, rose itself up into the sky, filling the skies with its laughter.
((The majority of the stories have been done, and they are scattered on my files which I plan to search through. But if you could or want to help please PM me with an ideal era to write about and i'll give you a theme or an event. Thanks.
~The Archmage.