This is a small dumneric shop selling all types of armor and a few weapons. There is even a chance to try out the weapons in the shop!
The only problem is my "snap to grid option" is all messed up, so some of the floor might be misaligned.....
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Your interior needs to be gridsnapped properly. Have you tried:
-moving a piece as soon as you drag it into the object window?(you have to move it before it snaps)
-making sure the grid value is set to 64 in preferences?
-moving a piece as soon as you drag it into the object window?(you have to move it before it snaps)
-making sure the grid value is set to 64 in preferences?
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OK, here's my new and updated version, it includes a small armour shop, with a practice dummy to try out weapons! there is also a daedric weapon hidded....somewhere.
ps. grid snap on and everything should be in place
ps. grid snap on and everything should be in place
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Thank You.
I have also here a sample of a book i have been writing that is supposed to give everyone an insight on Centaurs. It is in a Journal/story format and only contains half of the story so far.
Centaurs
An account of Centaurs and their ways.
By Sader Ruuz
It has long been debated and said that Centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before. I achieved that mission, and have now compiled my diary together to produce this book, Centaurs, forever misunderstood.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Illiac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the Centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I travelled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Bafiera, I was too far behind schedule. I would be travelling none stop to the forests of the Illiac Bay.
I have also here a sample of a book i have been writing that is supposed to give everyone an insight on Centaurs. It is in a Journal/story format and only contains half of the story so far.
Centaurs
An account of Centaurs and their ways.
By Sader Ruuz
It has long been debated and said that Centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before. I achieved that mission, and have now compiled my diary together to produce this book, Centaurs, forever misunderstood.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Illiac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the Centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I travelled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Bafiera, I was too far behind schedule. I would be travelling none stop to the forests of the Illiac Bay.
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Here's a suggestion for your book. If you assimilated the foreward into the first entry it would increase the drama. As it stands, you know from the begining that he is going to survive the trip and publish the book. If it started at the begining, you wouldnt know, and you would be more apt to fear for him. A good start though, but I'm no sort of proofreader, so I'll leave that to someone else.
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Thanks for the help Macar. ok, ive changed the begining and now have also finished the story.
Centaurs, Forever Misunderstood.
An account of Centaurs and their ways. By Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that Centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Illiac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Illiac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the Centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I travelled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Bafiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling none stop to the forests of the Illiac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Bafiera was far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the Forests of the Illiac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that Centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What Luck I have had! I am just about in the Koegria region when I have noticed large Centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “what luck do I have finding such a rare creatureâ€Â, and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel. After all the hope I had had, now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the Picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed Centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A Majestic Centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be at least 6ft9 tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said Centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the Centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a Centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the Centaur and it snatched it off me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
Centaurs, Forever Misunderstood.
An account of Centaurs and their ways. By Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that Centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Illiac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Illiac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the Centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I travelled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Bafiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling none stop to the forests of the Illiac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Bafiera was far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the Forests of the Illiac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that Centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What Luck I have had! I am just about in the Koegria region when I have noticed large Centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “what luck do I have finding such a rare creatureâ€Â, and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel. After all the hope I had had, now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the Picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed Centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A Majestic Centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be at least 6ft9 tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said Centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the Centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a Centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the Centaur and it snatched it off me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
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Here is another story ive been working on.
The tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part I Corruption in Prison
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of Racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about 17 years old. He had already been the subject of countless acts of Racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner, Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials there. After two years of this he had had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoke to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped by a whip made of cliff racer plumes). There was one chance left of escape. The following day, the prisoners would be let out of their cells and allowed to walk freely into each others cells. It was a time when they could talk to each other and wonder freely inside the average size cell room. This only happened once a year and Rasha knew he wouldn’t last another full 12 months in the cell. If only the guards could be distracted while they plotted their escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor sirâ€Â. “Yes Ian, it is†was the sly reply from the giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…….â€Â.Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence then Varo said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Back in the cell room, Sellus had just unlocked the last cell, Rasha’s. He was in a rush. He had spent the last half hour searching for his armor. Once he had it he had to let the prisoner’s out and then make sure someone was there to guard the door outside. The traps had been laid outside, so if there was a large breakout, he knew none of the prisoners would get far alive. He rushed out and locked the door behind him, throwing the keys at the young and new guard outside. “Make sure they don’t get up to mischief in there,†Sellus said. He then ran off to catch up with the others. Reluctantly, Ian opened the door and went inside.
He was slightly more settled when he saw all the prisoners had their hands tied. He was expecting them to be free to roam. But they were literally only able to go into each other’s cells as a long chain attached to their wrists prevented them from going any further. Rasha sensed weakness instantly and knew this would be the chance to escape now. He struggled over to Ian and stared at him, flaring his nostrils. This was an old scare tactic he had been taught years before and hoped it would work now. “How about then, Ian. Why not let us go. Obviously we are causing you trouble and you don’t like it down here.†Said Rasha, putting on the lowest and most sinister voice he could. He only hoped this trick would work on the new guard. Ian drew his sword and pointed it at Rasha. He had absolutely no idea how to fight and hoped this would be enough to get him away. “You and I both dislike this new Prison Governor, let me go and you will never have to work for him again. I know what it is like being a slave.†Ian thought back to the times when Calvus had whipped him for not writing fast enough when Calvus was dictating to him. “You promise that I will never have any troubles again?†was the reply. “Yesâ€Â. Ian threw the keys at Rasha’s feet and walked out. He would not actually release them. Rasha laughed to himself when he imagined the problems his brother was causing in Dagon Fel, and was already thinking of a way to get revenge on Varo.
The tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part I Corruption in Prison
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of Racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about 17 years old. He had already been the subject of countless acts of Racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner, Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials there. After two years of this he had had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoke to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped by a whip made of cliff racer plumes). There was one chance left of escape. The following day, the prisoners would be let out of their cells and allowed to walk freely into each others cells. It was a time when they could talk to each other and wonder freely inside the average size cell room. This only happened once a year and Rasha knew he wouldn’t last another full 12 months in the cell. If only the guards could be distracted while they plotted their escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor sirâ€Â. “Yes Ian, it is†was the sly reply from the giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…….â€Â.Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence then Varo said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Back in the cell room, Sellus had just unlocked the last cell, Rasha’s. He was in a rush. He had spent the last half hour searching for his armor. Once he had it he had to let the prisoner’s out and then make sure someone was there to guard the door outside. The traps had been laid outside, so if there was a large breakout, he knew none of the prisoners would get far alive. He rushed out and locked the door behind him, throwing the keys at the young and new guard outside. “Make sure they don’t get up to mischief in there,†Sellus said. He then ran off to catch up with the others. Reluctantly, Ian opened the door and went inside.
He was slightly more settled when he saw all the prisoners had their hands tied. He was expecting them to be free to roam. But they were literally only able to go into each other’s cells as a long chain attached to their wrists prevented them from going any further. Rasha sensed weakness instantly and knew this would be the chance to escape now. He struggled over to Ian and stared at him, flaring his nostrils. This was an old scare tactic he had been taught years before and hoped it would work now. “How about then, Ian. Why not let us go. Obviously we are causing you trouble and you don’t like it down here.†Said Rasha, putting on the lowest and most sinister voice he could. He only hoped this trick would work on the new guard. Ian drew his sword and pointed it at Rasha. He had absolutely no idea how to fight and hoped this would be enough to get him away. “You and I both dislike this new Prison Governor, let me go and you will never have to work for him again. I know what it is like being a slave.†Ian thought back to the times when Calvus had whipped him for not writing fast enough when Calvus was dictating to him. “You promise that I will never have any troubles again?†was the reply. “Yesâ€Â. Ian threw the keys at Rasha’s feet and walked out. He would not actually release them. Rasha laughed to himself when he imagined the problems his brother was causing in Dagon Fel, and was already thinking of a way to get revenge on Varo.
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Interesting story (the second one). A major thing that I can't get over is, why would Ian (even as a new guard) trust a slave/prisoner? And why would they allow the new guard to watch them? It seems kinda iffy...
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Yeah, towards the end the story got kinda silly. any way ive edited it all and got a new ending. (based the locks on the ones in Oblivion)
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of Racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about 17 years old. He had already been the subject of countless acts of Racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner, Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials there. After two years of this he had had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoke to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped by a whip made of cliff racer plumes). Rasha knew that if they couldn’t get free soon. They would all be sold into slavery and never be able to lead a free life. He had made a sort of diary on the wall of his cell. It explained that every night at 7.00 the guard would change. This was when the prisoners had the best chance of escape. For about 10 minutes, there would be no-one guarding them. Rasha knew this was when to escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor sirâ€Â. “Yes Ian, it is†was the sly reply from the giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…….â€Â.Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence as Varo read the message, then he said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Rasha and S’Dar couldn’t understand while the guard hadn’t showed up. It had been at least 15 minutes and the new one always showed up after at most 10. He had to open his cell doors’ lock with something, anything. He looked all over his cell. The only thing remotely useful was a mudcrab rib. Before Rasha became a slave, he had worked in the thieves’ guild. He knew basically how to pick a lock. Except that he never tried it with a bone before. He put the tip of the bone into the lock. With the end of it he felt around for the tumblers. He found one and pushed it up. Excellent! The lock clicked open and he was free. He quickly ran over to the table and picked up the key chain. He knew that a new guard should arrive any minute. He opened the door to S’Dar’s cell. They both ran out of the prison block into the night. Rasha had overhead they were some sort of problems up north, and he knew that would be the best place to go,to find Calvus Varo.
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of Racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about 17 years old. He had already been the subject of countless acts of Racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner, Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials there. After two years of this he had had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoke to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped by a whip made of cliff racer plumes). Rasha knew that if they couldn’t get free soon. They would all be sold into slavery and never be able to lead a free life. He had made a sort of diary on the wall of his cell. It explained that every night at 7.00 the guard would change. This was when the prisoners had the best chance of escape. For about 10 minutes, there would be no-one guarding them. Rasha knew this was when to escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor sirâ€Â. “Yes Ian, it is†was the sly reply from the giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…….â€Â.Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence as Varo read the message, then he said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Rasha and S’Dar couldn’t understand while the guard hadn’t showed up. It had been at least 15 minutes and the new one always showed up after at most 10. He had to open his cell doors’ lock with something, anything. He looked all over his cell. The only thing remotely useful was a mudcrab rib. Before Rasha became a slave, he had worked in the thieves’ guild. He knew basically how to pick a lock. Except that he never tried it with a bone before. He put the tip of the bone into the lock. With the end of it he felt around for the tumblers. He found one and pushed it up. Excellent! The lock clicked open and he was free. He quickly ran over to the table and picked up the key chain. He knew that a new guard should arrive any minute. He opened the door to S’Dar’s cell. They both ran out of the prison block into the night. Rasha had overhead they were some sort of problems up north, and he knew that would be the best place to go,to find Calvus Varo.
Thank you very much for the help Haplo. Ok thanks to Haplo here is the story with all the errors above fixed.
The tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part I Corruption in Prison
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about seventeen years of age. He had already the subject of countless acts of racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials. After two years of this he had finally had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoken to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped and beaten). Rasha knew that if they couldn’t get free, soon they would all be sold into slavery and never be able to lead a free life. He had made a sort of diary on the wall of his cell. It explained that every night at seven o’clock the guard would change. This was when the prisoners had the best chance of escape. For about ten minutes, there would be no one to guard them. Rasha knew this was when to escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor, sir.†“Yes Ian, it is,†replied the sly, yet giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…†Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence as Varo read the message. Then he said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Rasha and S’Dar couldn’t understand why the guard hadn’t showed up. It had been at least fifteen minutes and the new one always showed up after ten at most. He had to open his cell door’s lock with something. He looked all over his cell. The only thing remotely useful was a mudcrab rib. Before Rasha became a slave, he had worked in the Thieves’ Guild. He knew basically how to pick a lock. Except that he had never tried it with a bone before. He put the tip of the bone into the lock. With the end of it he felt around for the tumblers. He found one and pushed it up. Excellent! The lock clicked open and he was free. He quickly ran over to the table and picked up the key chain. He knew that a new guard should arrive any minute. He opened the door to S’Dar’s cell. They both ran out of the prison block into the night. Rasha had overheard that there were some problems up north, and he knew that would be the best place to go to find Calvus Varo.
The tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part I Corruption in Prison
Perhaps there is no justice for Argonians. They have been subject to many acts of racism and slavery. One such story is that of Rasha, a poor Argonian of about seventeen years of age. He had already the subject of countless acts of racism and cruelty. After attacking his previous owner Calvus Varo, an Imperial lord, he had been sent to Ebonheart in Morrowind. There he suffered day and night at the hands of the Imperials. After two years of this he had finally had enough and was ready to break free. This is where the story begins…
Rasha threw down his meal of Mudcrab meat and water. Despite the promise that Fredas was the day when the meals were slightly better, the same old meal was given to him. Rasha removed the faulty brick on the left side of the wall and peered through the gap to look at what his friend S’Dar had been given. Being a Khajiit the meal was no better. Rasha had already spoken to S’Dar about plotting an escape, but each time they were told to shut up by the guard on duty, (of course after they had been whipped and beaten). Rasha knew that if they couldn’t get free, soon they would all be sold into slavery and never be able to lead a free life. He had made a sort of diary on the wall of his cell. It explained that every night at seven o’clock the guard would change. This was when the prisoners had the best chance of escape. For about ten minutes, there would be no one to guard them. Rasha knew this was when to escape.
“Calvus Varo, prison Governor!†the scribe said, “what an honor, sir.†“Yes Ian, it is,†replied the sly, yet giant Imperial. “Perhaps one day you may reach that honor, but of course that…†Suddenly the door swung open and in came a messenger carrying a roll of parchment. “Bad news sir,†he said as he was handing the message over. For a moment there was silence as Varo read the message. Then he said, “Thank you, Ian! Get the men ready, we travel north to Dagon Fel!â€Â
Rasha and S’Dar couldn’t understand why the guard hadn’t showed up. It had been at least fifteen minutes and the new one always showed up after ten at most. He had to open his cell door’s lock with something. He looked all over his cell. The only thing remotely useful was a mudcrab rib. Before Rasha became a slave, he had worked in the Thieves’ Guild. He knew basically how to pick a lock. Except that he had never tried it with a bone before. He put the tip of the bone into the lock. With the end of it he felt around for the tumblers. He found one and pushed it up. Excellent! The lock clicked open and he was free. He quickly ran over to the table and picked up the key chain. He knew that a new guard should arrive any minute. He opened the door to S’Dar’s cell. They both ran out of the prison block into the night. Rasha had overheard that there were some problems up north, and he knew that would be the best place to go to find Calvus Varo.
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Thanks again Haplo. Here is the other story with all the errors fixed.
Centaurs
An account of Centaurs and their ways.
by Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Iliac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Iliac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I traveled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Balfiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling none stop to the forests of the Iliac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Balfiera was far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the Forests of the Iliac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What Luck I have had! I have just about crossed into the Koegria region when I have noticed large centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “what luck do I have finding such a rare creatureâ€Â, and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel. After all the hope I had had, now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A majestic centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be at least 6ft9 tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the centaur and it snatched it off me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
Centaurs
An account of Centaurs and their ways.
by Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. And there of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Iliac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the Journey into the Iliac Bay wilds. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I traveled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Balfiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling none stop to the forests of the Iliac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Balfiera was far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the Forests of the Iliac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What Luck I have had! I have just about crossed into the Koegria region when I have noticed large centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “what luck do I have finding such a rare creatureâ€Â, and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel. After all the hope I had had, now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A majestic centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be at least 6ft9 tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the centaur and it snatched it off me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
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Some really inventive storytelling.
Do you have a WP with a grammar check? I like the ideas you're going after and the style with which you tell them. Aside from the minor grammatical errors already pointed out, they are just as good as retail stories imo.
One thing I did notice not yet mentioned is capitalization in written titles. Any word four letters or longer, as well as the first and last word no matter its length are capitalized.
Do you have a WP with a grammar check? I like the ideas you're going after and the style with which you tell them. Aside from the minor grammatical errors already pointed out, they are just as good as retail stories imo.
One thing I did notice not yet mentioned is capitalization in written titles. Any word four letters or longer, as well as the first and last word no matter its length are capitalized.
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An account of Centaurs and their ways.
by Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. There are, of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Iliac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the journey into the wilds of the Iliac Bay. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I traveled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Balfiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling non-stop to the forests of the Iliac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Balfiera and the Direnni Tower were far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the forests of the Iliac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What luck I have had! I have just about crossed into the Koegria region when I have noticed large centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “What luck do I have finding such a rare creature,†and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel.All the hopes were built up, and now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A majestic centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be seven feet tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the centaur and it snatched the bottle from me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
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Pretty good, I made a few changes. Fix up that last paragraph, as it really lacks the flow of the earlier parts.
by Sader Ruuz
31st Rain’s Hand, Turdas
It has long been debated and said that centaurs are beasts of no intelligence and are barbaric. Some say they are intelligent and even have the power to forge their own weapons and shields. There are, of course, the people which consider them just to be humans with four legs. I was determined to see a centaur for myself before I died. I plan to travel to the Iliac Bay and see one myself.
1st Second Seed, Fredas
Finally I have finished preparing for the journey. I have spent weeks gathering my possessions together that I shall need for the journey into the wilds of the Iliac Bay. Ever since the end of First Seed I have been getting ready for this trip. Countless times I have made the short trip Sentinel, now hopefully for the last time. I spoke to my friend Dangor the Bosmer who works in the stables nearby. He has agreed to lend me his trusted steed, a lovely black horse from Cyrodiil. I will need it in the coming weeks ahead. Also my silver dagger I asked for was completed; I went to the smithy to collect it after waiting for the last few days, (not the usual standard there!) Finally I spent the afternoon, here at home, finishing off any last bits of work to be done and having probably my last proper meal for some weeks ahead. Now I will rest and be prepared for the start of my journey tomorrow.
2nd Second Seed, Loredas
Today is the day! After two months of preparation I can set off. It is 5am now and I hope to have reached Wayrest by the end of the day. There is no time to lose!
I have reached Dangor’s ranch and he has just gone to fetch the horse. He tells me it is the fastest horse in Tamriel. If it is, my dream of seeing a centaur could come true sooner rather than later. And then my lifelong ambition will be complete!
I shall never ride through these blasted Dragontail Mountains again! Ever since I entered them there has been nothing but this damn cold wind and the odd traces of snow. I feel for the horse. How cold it must be and yet it even has to carry my weight on its back. Earlier I passed a group of Imperial guards en route to Gilane. They said that once I reach the end of the pass, the weather shall improve. I only hope they do not lie.
As the sun begins to set, we are far behind schedule; I begin to wonder if the centaurs will even be there when I arrive. I hope that my doubts are cured before too long. I will continue on for a few more hours before calling it a night, and hope that Wayrest is closer than I think.
Excellent, I can see the great walls of Wayrest, I have not seen them for many years and I now feel much more relaxed. I need to now find a stable for the horse and then an inn for myself and plan the next course of my journey.
3rd Second Seed, Sundas
After spending what seemed like an eternity I found a suitable inn to spend the night in. I awoke early, around 4am due to the storm we had last night. (I hope the horse was okay) Anyway, after having some saltrice porridge for breakfast I headed for the stables to retrieve him. The weather hadn’t affected him so I immediately set out for my next target, Balfiera.
The journey hadn’t been bad so far. The weather was far better than it was when I traveled through the Dragontail mountains. There was no sign of anyone so far, (perhaps because it was Sundas.) I continued along the path until I came to a small shack. I didn’t want anyone to think I was trespassing so I knocked on the door and expected a reply. None came so I entered the hut leaving the horse tied up outside. As I entered a musty smell hit me. The shack must have been abandoned for quite some time. I looked around for any sign of something that might tell me who lived here. Under the table I noticed a small bit of paper. I picked it up and to my surprise it was the deed to the house. It belonged to an Altmer named Armim. I spent a few hours there resting and preparing for the rest of my Journey. I would not be stopping at Balfiera; I was too far behind schedule. I would be traveling non-stop to the forests of the Iliac Bay
5th Second Seed, Tirdas
None stop I had traveled since coming across the old Shack. Balfiera and the Direnni Tower were far behind in the distance and I had finally reached the forests of the Iliac Bay. I had spent the whole night traveling and I and the horse were exhausted. I had spent the night traveling along the southern edge of the Wrothgarian Mountains. The Alclaire region had been mostly the path I had taken. I was very pleased that I had avoided the Orsinium area, as according to reports in Wayrest, there were once again troubles there. When I reached the Eastern edges of the forest, the Koegria region, I settled down for the rest of the day. After studying my maps and notes, I have discovered that centaurs have been mostly sighted in the Kambria region. So I begin to set off West, to the nearby region in hope of finding one of the rarest creatures of all.
What luck I have had! I have just about crossed into the Koegria region when I have noticed large centaur tracks on the ground. This is unbelievable! Just when I have been thinking to myself, “What luck do I have finding such a rare creature,†and then I see these tracks! I will definitely follow these tracks even if it takes me to Oblivion! Up ahead I see a clearing. Perhaps I am but a few short steps away from my target. I shall find out.
No, I don’t believe it. I entered the clearing and all I found was the corpse of another horse and the unmistakable marks of a Grizzly Bear. No words can sum up how I feel.All the hopes were built up, and now gone. What can I do? I will now rest and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
6th Second Seed, Middas
After having my breakfast of apples and salted meat, I carried on. The horse was getting restless at all the noises coming from the undergrowth but I knew that we had to continue.
You will not believe what I have just seen! After an hour or more after my last entry I came across a small campfire. Not just any, but it was surrounded by weapons and shields, each with the picture of a centaur on the front. After inspecting the hilt of the swords, they too had strange foreign markings. I had to be at a famed centaur armory. It was always said they could make their own armour. I must have now proved it. All I can do now is sit and wait.
Yes! My predictions were correct! A majestic centaur has just arrived at the camp. As I am staring at it I write these notes. It must be seven feet tall, bulky but muscular. Its horse’s body was as black as the horse with me. I must go closer and see it….if this is to be my last entry, if ever someone finds this diary, tell Dangor he can have my house as payment for the horse and that I am sorry. I kiss my lucky charm and walk out….
I now scorn anyone who said centaurs were brutes! They are as civilized as us humans and do not attack anything they see on site as people say. They may not be able to speak our language but that does not stop them being considered normal and civilized. As I approached it, it reared up in the air solely as a defense. When however, it knew I meant no harm it calmed down and made a low bow towards me. I returned the favor and it was pleased. It beckoned me over and showed me its works. I gazed at the shield in awe. Old Ian back in Sentinel could never have done anything as good as that! It was made of pure ebony and the picture depicted a centaur flanked by two trees, with the sun in the background. This made it clear to me that its religion was most likely pagan and this made me smile. I knew that these were great creatures, not monsters.
As the day drew to a close I went with the centaur deeper into the woods. It showed me a beautiful waterfall and attempted to communicate with me using its own language. I think it was trying to tell me something about a gathering but I will never be sure. That night, we went back to the campfire and I opened up my prized bottles of brandy. I never dreamed I would see a centaur so soon and the occasion was definitely worth the brandy. I offered a bottle to the centaur and it snatched the bottle from me and drank it all in one gulp. I then bade goodnight and watched it swagger away into the darkness. My mission is far from over though. I will tomorrow now attempt at trying to learn the language and begin preparations on writing a book about them. It will now all have to wait till tomorrow as I am now going to sleep, trying to ignore the annoying saber-tooth tiger howls far away.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. It is with great regret that I must write now that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after messages were sent from Sentinel by a certain Dangor, who was concerned about his friend. I must say that everything here must be a lie. Sader was probably drunk when he wrote this. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a Centaur. Never again will they be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast. Now and Always.
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Pretty good, I made a few changes. Fix up that last paragraph, as it really lacks the flow of the earlier parts.
'What if man is not really a scoundrel - man in general, I mean, the whole race of mankind - then all the rest is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it should be.'
Thanks Xui'al. Here is that last paragraph re-written..
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. The last few days’ I have travelled to this god-forsaken place. I have been sent by my master, Dangor to find a lost friend of his. Although if it were me, I would be more concerned about that lovely horse i spent half my life raising! I have searched the surrounding area but can find no sign of the majestic beast. Anyway, the Bosmer are renowned for their friendship and Dangor was worried about this Sader. It is with great regret that I must now write that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after following a trail deep into the woods. I must also write that the remains of a horse were just behind me. I suspect they belong to that lovely black horse I have helped to raise since it was born. After reading through this journel I must say that everything Sader has written here must be wrong. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a centaur. He was probably murdered by that “great†weapon he speaks of. Never again will these foul monsters be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast of the wilds.
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. The last few days’ I have travelled to this god-forsaken place. I have been sent by my master, Dangor to find a lost friend of his. Although if it were me, I would be more concerned about that lovely horse i spent half my life raising! I have searched the surrounding area but can find no sign of the majestic beast. Anyway, the Bosmer are renowned for their friendship and Dangor was worried about this Sader. It is with great regret that I must now write that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after following a trail deep into the woods. I must also write that the remains of a horse were just behind me. I suspect they belong to that lovely black horse I have helped to raise since it was born. After reading through this journel I must say that everything Sader has written here must be wrong. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a centaur. He was probably murdered by that “great†weapon he speaks of. Never again will these foul monsters be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast of the wilds.
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This is the final story i am going to write for the showcase, its the second part of the Rasha story i did earlier...
The Tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part II The Journey North.
“Hurry up S’Dar! We must reach the docks before we are caught.†Rasha said while running as fast as he could. “There I can see that stupid Imperial Dragon statue. We’re nearly there!†Rasha said again. They had both run for their lives since they escaped from the prisons and they had to get the next boat to Dagon Fel. It was there they would find the great Imperial, Calvus Varo. Rasha thought back to that dark night when his parents were murdered and he was taken by this brute to work as a slave. That night he had sworn to kill Varo one day and nearly achieved it two years ago. However he was betrayed and thrown in jail. Now he was free! Free to kill.
“Rasha, listen to me, we have no money.†S’Dar whispered as they approached the boat. “Don’t worry, leave it to me.†Rasha replied. The owner of the boat was a Bosmer called Hingot. He was renowned for his rebellious attitude to Imperials and liked nothing better than to cause trouble amongst them. “Where do wish to go friends.†Hingot Said, “Special half price trips to Gnaar Mok.†S'Dar paused, then said "Rasha, let me speak to him," S’Dar had excellent ways at persuading people and took his chance now. “We travel to Dagon Fel, to reach an Imperial called Calvus Varo. Once he is dead, we return here, help us and you will be rewarded well.†said S’Dar. He knew he had one the Bosmer over and waited for the response. Hingot thought to himself then replied. “I hate the Imperials; they tried to kill me once when I refused to let them travel for free! I will help you friends. Down below I have weapons and my two sons who help us.†Hingot said while pointing his finger towards the hull of the ship. “Get aboard friends we travel to Dagon Fel now.†Rasha smiled at S’Dar as they walked up the plank onto the ship. Killing Varo had now become a reality and a lifelong mission was soon to come true.
Rasha had seen the armour and was pleased. It seemed Hingot and his sons were used to fighting as they had a complete suit of silver armour. Two suits of boiled leather, and a suit of bonemold amour. There were also some swords and axes for weapons. Finally there was a lovely Elven bow with countless number of arrows. He went back up on deck to speak to everyone. The ship had just come into port at Sadrith Mora and Dagon Fel was not far away now. “My friends, before too long we shall be soaked in Imperial blood and victory! We must now decide on who gets what armour and weapons. I propose that S’Dar has the bow and arrows, as there is now better shot here.†Rasha said triumphantly. “Hingot, your two sons have the swords and boiled leather?†Hingot nodded as he knew his sons were masters in combat and didn’t worry for their safety. “You two will also have the axes.†Hingot added. “Rasha, you and I will have swords but what about the amour?†Rasha thought for a moment and then came up with an answer. “Let me wear the silver armour, and you may have the armour of all the Imperials we kill, except Varo’s, that’s mine.†Hingot nodded and walked to his cabin, preparing to get ready. “S’Dar†Rasha called out. “I want you to go ashore and try to find some shields and round up anyone who wants to fight. We are in Telvanni lands; there will be someone who will join us here.†S’Dar nodded and left. Rasha turned away and also prepared to get ready for the battle.
A few hours later Rasha returned. He carried shields with him, but more importantly, he was followed by three companions, a Dumner and two Altmer. The Altmer were covered in Telvannic armour and carried spears with them. The Dumner wore iron armour and carried a huge silver claymore with him. Rasha smiled as they got on board the boat and nodded at him. He now had a small army under his command. As the ship set off towards Dagon Fel. He knew that it wouldn’t be too long before he would face his old master one last time.
The Tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part II The Journey North.
“Hurry up S’Dar! We must reach the docks before we are caught.†Rasha said while running as fast as he could. “There I can see that stupid Imperial Dragon statue. We’re nearly there!†Rasha said again. They had both run for their lives since they escaped from the prisons and they had to get the next boat to Dagon Fel. It was there they would find the great Imperial, Calvus Varo. Rasha thought back to that dark night when his parents were murdered and he was taken by this brute to work as a slave. That night he had sworn to kill Varo one day and nearly achieved it two years ago. However he was betrayed and thrown in jail. Now he was free! Free to kill.
“Rasha, listen to me, we have no money.†S’Dar whispered as they approached the boat. “Don’t worry, leave it to me.†Rasha replied. The owner of the boat was a Bosmer called Hingot. He was renowned for his rebellious attitude to Imperials and liked nothing better than to cause trouble amongst them. “Where do wish to go friends.†Hingot Said, “Special half price trips to Gnaar Mok.†S'Dar paused, then said "Rasha, let me speak to him," S’Dar had excellent ways at persuading people and took his chance now. “We travel to Dagon Fel, to reach an Imperial called Calvus Varo. Once he is dead, we return here, help us and you will be rewarded well.†said S’Dar. He knew he had one the Bosmer over and waited for the response. Hingot thought to himself then replied. “I hate the Imperials; they tried to kill me once when I refused to let them travel for free! I will help you friends. Down below I have weapons and my two sons who help us.†Hingot said while pointing his finger towards the hull of the ship. “Get aboard friends we travel to Dagon Fel now.†Rasha smiled at S’Dar as they walked up the plank onto the ship. Killing Varo had now become a reality and a lifelong mission was soon to come true.
Rasha had seen the armour and was pleased. It seemed Hingot and his sons were used to fighting as they had a complete suit of silver armour. Two suits of boiled leather, and a suit of bonemold amour. There were also some swords and axes for weapons. Finally there was a lovely Elven bow with countless number of arrows. He went back up on deck to speak to everyone. The ship had just come into port at Sadrith Mora and Dagon Fel was not far away now. “My friends, before too long we shall be soaked in Imperial blood and victory! We must now decide on who gets what armour and weapons. I propose that S’Dar has the bow and arrows, as there is now better shot here.†Rasha said triumphantly. “Hingot, your two sons have the swords and boiled leather?†Hingot nodded as he knew his sons were masters in combat and didn’t worry for their safety. “You two will also have the axes.†Hingot added. “Rasha, you and I will have swords but what about the amour?†Rasha thought for a moment and then came up with an answer. “Let me wear the silver armour, and you may have the armour of all the Imperials we kill, except Varo’s, that’s mine.†Hingot nodded and walked to his cabin, preparing to get ready. “S’Dar†Rasha called out. “I want you to go ashore and try to find some shields and round up anyone who wants to fight. We are in Telvanni lands; there will be someone who will join us here.†S’Dar nodded and left. Rasha turned away and also prepared to get ready for the battle.
A few hours later Rasha returned. He carried shields with him, but more importantly, he was followed by three companions, a Dumner and two Altmer. The Altmer were covered in Telvannic armour and carried spears with them. The Dumner wore iron armour and carried a huge silver claymore with him. Rasha smiled as they got on board the boat and nodded at him. He now had a small army under his command. As the ship set off towards Dagon Fel. He knew that it wouldn’t be too long before he would face his old master one last time.
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After having more time than i expected i went on and finished the story. here is the Final part of the Rasha stories.
The Tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part III The Final Showdown
The beaches of Dagon Fel were littered with corpses. The Ashlanders had had no chance. Protected with just fur armour and armed with clubs, they had been cut down by the Imperials. As the boat grounded on the beach Rasha jumped out. He landed on top of the corpse of one the few Imperials that lay dead. Rasha recognized the face of the man he had met just before his escape, Ian. The others began to get out of the ship as well to join with Rasha on the beach below. There was S’Dar, a Khajiit Rasha had known for years. He was an expert with a bow and was the lone archer in the small “army†Rasha had gathered. Hingot, the Bosmer then appeared with his bonemold armor, flanked by his two axe-wielding sons. Finally two Telvanni warriors joined them accompanied by a Dumner carrying a giant Claymore. This was Rasha’s army he would use to defeat Calvus Varo. The attack on Dagon Fel by the Ashlanders was just the start of a chain of attacks right across Vvadernfell. There were rumours that the Imperial outpost at Solstheim was the next to be attacked and the East Empire company had sent urgent distress calls to Dagon Fel. Troops were sent leaving just a handful of soldiers and Calvus Varo behind. The garrison at Dagon Fel was weak.
Lights suddenly appeared in Dagon Fel and marching could be heard approaching. A column of Imperial soldiers appeared and Rasha counted at most fifteen including Calvus Varo. “S’Dar, get back on the boat. You must be able to fire as far as possible.†said Rasha. S’Dar nodded and climbed back up onto the deck of the boat. He attached and arrow to his bow and prepared to fire. Meanwhile Rasha had organized his men into a decent formation. The Dumner would attack first, followed by the Telvanni warriors. Hingot and his sons would follow. Rasha would come in last as he was only interested in getting Varo. “Shields up!†shouted one of the warriors. Everyone obeyed and almost instantly a shower of arrows rained down upon them. The arrows embedded into the shields and no-one was hurt. S’Dar immediately began firing back at the half a dozen or so archers. His first shot caught one right in the shoulder. Two more also fell the same way. Another gargled as one hit him in the neck. The final one fell as he was hit in the eye. The Imperials, angered at the lost began to charge towards the men swords drawn. Rasha signaled for his men to attack as well. The last thing he wanted was for his troops to be pushed back towards the water. The Dumner charged towards the first of the Imperials. He raised his claymore above his head and sent it crashing down onto the poor man’s skull. It sliced through the helmet causing blood to spurt on the Dumner’s face as the body slumped to the ground. The two warriors attacked next both killing a man each. However just as one of them had been raising his sword for the next attack, someone had thrown a sword at his chest and it had cut through the Telvannic armor and the warrior slumped to the floor mortally wounded. The other rushed to his aid, cutting down a man on the way. He knelt over the body and gave him the last of the healing potions he carried. He did not notice one of the Imperials sneak up behind him raising his sword. The warrior suddenly turned round, looking at the body of the Imperial, and arrow sticking in his heart. He turned round and smiled at S’Dar.
Hingot thrust his sword down the throat of one of his enemies. He then watched the body slump to the ground and went to help his sons, who were doing well killing the men with their axes.
Rasha wiped his sword on the body of the man he had just killed before his eyes turned to Varo. Rasha walked towards him pulling his helmet down so as not to be recognized. Varo dropped his shield and grasped his sword with two hands. He charged at Rasha and hit his shield with such might that it smashed down the middle, just missing Rasha’s arm. He threw away the useless shield and waited for Varo’s next move. He would not be bullied into fighting the way Varo wanted him to. The giant Imperial lifted his sword and sent it crashing down towards the head of Rasha. He raised his sword up to block it but the power was too great. The sword snapped and Rasha had no weapon. Varo smiled and pointed his sword at Rasha’s throat. He then lifted it up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the tip of an arrow sticking out through his chest. Rasha seized the initiative and picked up his broken sword and thrust the jagged end into Varo’s face. He fell forwards and lay as a lifeless bulk before Rasha’s feet. It was only then that Rasha saw the beaming face of S’Dar, still holding his bow. The battle was over.
Rasha rounded up his men to see what casualties they had suffered. The lone Telvanni soldier was there. He had been wounded in the arm but with some rest it would heal. Hingot was also there. He had a deep cut above his eye, but that to would heal. Only one of his sons stood by his side. He carried his axe, and the axe of his brother that had fallen beside him. The Dumner also had gone, his body lay somewhere in the battlefield. S’Dar was there though and Rasha was pleased inside. He had prayed that his friend would survive. They loaded up the armor of the Imperials onto the ship and set sail. They would return to Vivec, and then go there their separate ways. Rasha knew though that he and S’Dar would travel together. Perhaps back to Ebonheart or beyond.
The Tale of Rasha the Argonian
Part III The Final Showdown
The beaches of Dagon Fel were littered with corpses. The Ashlanders had had no chance. Protected with just fur armour and armed with clubs, they had been cut down by the Imperials. As the boat grounded on the beach Rasha jumped out. He landed on top of the corpse of one the few Imperials that lay dead. Rasha recognized the face of the man he had met just before his escape, Ian. The others began to get out of the ship as well to join with Rasha on the beach below. There was S’Dar, a Khajiit Rasha had known for years. He was an expert with a bow and was the lone archer in the small “army†Rasha had gathered. Hingot, the Bosmer then appeared with his bonemold armor, flanked by his two axe-wielding sons. Finally two Telvanni warriors joined them accompanied by a Dumner carrying a giant Claymore. This was Rasha’s army he would use to defeat Calvus Varo. The attack on Dagon Fel by the Ashlanders was just the start of a chain of attacks right across Vvadernfell. There were rumours that the Imperial outpost at Solstheim was the next to be attacked and the East Empire company had sent urgent distress calls to Dagon Fel. Troops were sent leaving just a handful of soldiers and Calvus Varo behind. The garrison at Dagon Fel was weak.
Lights suddenly appeared in Dagon Fel and marching could be heard approaching. A column of Imperial soldiers appeared and Rasha counted at most fifteen including Calvus Varo. “S’Dar, get back on the boat. You must be able to fire as far as possible.†said Rasha. S’Dar nodded and climbed back up onto the deck of the boat. He attached and arrow to his bow and prepared to fire. Meanwhile Rasha had organized his men into a decent formation. The Dumner would attack first, followed by the Telvanni warriors. Hingot and his sons would follow. Rasha would come in last as he was only interested in getting Varo. “Shields up!†shouted one of the warriors. Everyone obeyed and almost instantly a shower of arrows rained down upon them. The arrows embedded into the shields and no-one was hurt. S’Dar immediately began firing back at the half a dozen or so archers. His first shot caught one right in the shoulder. Two more also fell the same way. Another gargled as one hit him in the neck. The final one fell as he was hit in the eye. The Imperials, angered at the lost began to charge towards the men swords drawn. Rasha signaled for his men to attack as well. The last thing he wanted was for his troops to be pushed back towards the water. The Dumner charged towards the first of the Imperials. He raised his claymore above his head and sent it crashing down onto the poor man’s skull. It sliced through the helmet causing blood to spurt on the Dumner’s face as the body slumped to the ground. The two warriors attacked next both killing a man each. However just as one of them had been raising his sword for the next attack, someone had thrown a sword at his chest and it had cut through the Telvannic armor and the warrior slumped to the floor mortally wounded. The other rushed to his aid, cutting down a man on the way. He knelt over the body and gave him the last of the healing potions he carried. He did not notice one of the Imperials sneak up behind him raising his sword. The warrior suddenly turned round, looking at the body of the Imperial, and arrow sticking in his heart. He turned round and smiled at S’Dar.
Hingot thrust his sword down the throat of one of his enemies. He then watched the body slump to the ground and went to help his sons, who were doing well killing the men with their axes.
Rasha wiped his sword on the body of the man he had just killed before his eyes turned to Varo. Rasha walked towards him pulling his helmet down so as not to be recognized. Varo dropped his shield and grasped his sword with two hands. He charged at Rasha and hit his shield with such might that it smashed down the middle, just missing Rasha’s arm. He threw away the useless shield and waited for Varo’s next move. He would not be bullied into fighting the way Varo wanted him to. The giant Imperial lifted his sword and sent it crashing down towards the head of Rasha. He raised his sword up to block it but the power was too great. The sword snapped and Rasha had no weapon. Varo smiled and pointed his sword at Rasha’s throat. He then lifted it up when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and saw the tip of an arrow sticking out through his chest. Rasha seized the initiative and picked up his broken sword and thrust the jagged end into Varo’s face. He fell forwards and lay as a lifeless bulk before Rasha’s feet. It was only then that Rasha saw the beaming face of S’Dar, still holding his bow. The battle was over.
Rasha rounded up his men to see what casualties they had suffered. The lone Telvanni soldier was there. He had been wounded in the arm but with some rest it would heal. Hingot was also there. He had a deep cut above his eye, but that to would heal. Only one of his sons stood by his side. He carried his axe, and the axe of his brother that had fallen beside him. The Dumner also had gone, his body lay somewhere in the battlefield. S’Dar was there though and Rasha was pleased inside. He had prayed that his friend would survive. They loaded up the armor of the Imperials onto the ship and set sail. They would return to Vivec, and then go there their separate ways. Rasha knew though that he and S’Dar would travel together. Perhaps back to Ebonheart or beyond.
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Also, I don't know if you have yet or not, but in your first story, where you wrote something like:
6ft9, you should change that to 'almost seven feet', or 'six-foot-nine'.
6ft9, you should change that to 'almost seven feet', or 'six-foot-nine'.
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I ran it through a spell check, though it didn't find anything non-TES that should be changed, it did draw my attention to the following:
- You misspell 'Dunmer' as 'Dumner'
and
- You misspell 'Dunmer' as 'Dumner'
and
it had cut through the Telvanni armor
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You are quite the storyteller, and your spelling is good. However, you seem to hate commas. A bunch of your sentences aren't even that. They don't express a complete thought. I'll let Haplo or Xui'al edit your story, as that's their job.
Again, you are pretty good at telling the story, but your grammar is a bit lacking.
Again, you are pretty good at telling the story, but your grammar is a bit lacking.
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Good to see that you decided to stick around, thought you'd given up. 
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I like the stories a lot, you write well. There is, however, one thing I've been wondering: Slavery is illegal in all provinces other than Morrowind, but you have a slave in your centaur story, last paragraph. so maybe you should change that to servant, only in the latter. He gets paid a bit, get's food, naturally, but he is in a lower level of society. Also, I'd say that a servant who raised a prise horse would care more about the horse than a stranger who seems to have been stupid or drunk. Just my opinion.
Also, in your story about Rasha, I think I read about a brother of Rasha. If he's still in the story, what happens to him? Rasha should find his body, or he might still be alive, in which case Rasha should look for him. Again, this is only if the brother is still mentioned in the book.
Also, in your story about Rasha, I think I read about a brother of Rasha. If he's still in the story, what happens to him? Rasha should find his body, or he might still be alive, in which case Rasha should look for him. Again, this is only if the brother is still mentioned in the book.
Ok, here is the last paragraph from the centaur story,
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. The last few days’ I have travelled to this god-forsaken place. I have been sent by my master, Dangor to find a lost friend of his. Although if it were me, I would be more concerned about that lovely horse i spent half my life raising! I have searched the surrounding area but can find no sign of the majestic beast. Anyway, the Bosmer are renowned for their friendship and Dangor was worried about this Sader. It is with great regret that I must now write that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after following a trail deep into the woods. I must also write that the remains of a horse were just behind me. I suspect they belong to that lovely black horse I have helped to raise since it was born. After reading through this journel I must say that everything Sader has written here must be wrong. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a centaur. He was probably murdered by that “great†weapon he speaks of. Never again will these foul monsters be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast of the wilds.
Also concerning the other story, when i get the chance to write literature for TR, all will be revealed..
12th Frostfall, Morndas
I am not Sader, I am someone else. The last few days’ I have travelled to this god-forsaken place. I have been sent by my master, Dangor to find a lost friend of his. Although if it were me, I would be more concerned about that lovely horse i spent half my life raising! I have searched the surrounding area but can find no sign of the majestic beast. Anyway, the Bosmer are renowned for their friendship and Dangor was worried about this Sader. It is with great regret that I must now write that Sader is dead. I came across his body today after following a trail deep into the woods. I must also write that the remains of a horse were just behind me. I suspect they belong to that lovely black horse I have helped to raise since it was born. After reading through this journel I must say that everything Sader has written here must be wrong. I am willing to bet my life that he was murdered by that evil monster of a centaur. He was probably murdered by that “great†weapon he speaks of. Never again will these foul monsters be given the chance of being accepted into society. No, I will spread the word from this diary telling the story of a poor young man, delirious when writing this, murdered by an evil beast of the wilds.
Also concerning the other story, when i get the chance to write literature for TR, all will be revealed..