29 June 2012
If anyone reading has played skyrim, you'll notice my story is different from the game.
"Dovahkiin....Dovahkiin!" The quiet whisper wakes me from my sleep.I open my aching eyes to the sight of trees and green grass waving in the breeze.The scent of fresh forest air fills my nose, but a strong smell of blood and dirt soon takes over it and knocks me back into full consciousness.
I raise my head slowly.A sharp pain stabs at my forehead.I raise my hand to the source of pain and feel around.Its hard, because i notice the chains tying my hands together.I feel a sticky substance and a open wound.The smell is very distinct,blood - And I can still smell it around me.My eyes look upwards and I see others.
They're all in filthy rags, they are all beaten and bloody and have long beards.How long have they been prisoners? Most look like me - well, what I think I still look like - and as I look down I see we are on a small cart.Its only as I turn I see the guard sitting ready to draw his sword.We must be dangerous prisoners. He grins at me and let's out a laugh."Hehe. Don't know where your off to, do you?".
I wonder why it's do funny.Then it hits me, the reality hits me.My stomach tightens."E-Execution!". I accidentally shout it out because of the stress and for the first time, fear.As I think about it more,it only worsens the situation.I need a miracle, I need it now.
I know I'm running out of time when the cart rolls into a town.What town, i don't know.To be honest, I can't remember anything apart from when I woke up.I know my name, Conan Silver knife.Thats about all I can think of.Why I have so suddenly forgotten my life, I am clueless.But my life wont matter in a few miniutes when I am leaning into an axe or stepping into the gallows.
But then I hear the roar of something, it echoes through the forest and vibrates under the cart we sit in.The guard looks alarmed and I see people in the streets retreat into their houses, shutting windows and locking doors.I begin to wonder why it was so terrifying, just a roar.Thats when I hear the whisper again, saying something else. "Dovahkiin...Faal Dovah..." As I question the reality of these voices,a tall, muscly guard orders us off the cart.Due to the chains on our wrists,we are helped off roughly by a second guard and escorted into a large courtyard,where an executioner wielding a rather large axe,stands motionless next to the chopping block, which sends shivers down my spine.
We are organized into a line, and all I can do is wait for my death.At least it'll be quick...
A Skyrim Adventure Pt.1 • Opuss № I