Thought this would be an interesting idea, but I don't know if people are into it or not. We'll see I guess.

Basically, this thread is for 'story-telling'. Just write about a character or adventure you had. It can be dramatic, humorous or whatever else.

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-Etain the Deathknight-

Etain was a Breton from Highrock on her way to Skyrim when she was caught up in a trap intended for the Stormcloaks. She was captured, taken to Helgen, and was about to be executed when the World Eater Alduin appeared. She escaped with the help of a Stormcloak soldier, and was directed to Riverwood to meet with Gerdur.

Etain decided to make Skyrim her new home, a land ripe for abuse. Etain left the town of Riverwood and entered Bleak Falls Barrow, discovering her talent as the Dragonborn. She also claimed the Golden Claw, and returned it to the rightful owner in Riverwood. The loot she had collected was sold to the owner as well, and with her profits she and Alvor crafted a full Iron Armor set. With her Iron Armor, and her Old Nord Greatsword, she also learned some conjuration and destruction spells, and set out for Whiterun.

Upon arriving in Whiterun, Etain helped the Jarl defeat a dragon with the help of his housecarl, Irileth. While here, she also learned more magic from Farengar. Etain needed to learn the art of smithing Ebony Armor, which she would need to become the ultimate Deathknight. Etain set out for Markarth to search for Ghorza gra-Bagol who would help her learn the basics of smithing.

On her way to Markarth, Etain encountered and defeated the Forsworn at the Sundered Towers, and claimed a new blade - Red Eagle's Fury. Those who now crossed her path were dealt with a fiery execution, and then resurrected to fight for her. Upon arriving in Markarth, Etain was taught how to smith in the very basics by the orc smith, Ghorza.

Her next quest will be to Balimund, who will teach her how to smith, and then to Eorlund. From there, she must find her own way of mastering smithing.

-Bora the Dark Lord-

Bora was of an unknown race of humans, captured by slavers at the young age of 4. The slavers feared him, or rather the emotionless gaze of his intelligent pure black eyes. They were always weary of him so as a they didn't do much to him besides forced work. But by the age of 14 they made him do cage fights against other slaves and savage animals. By 15 he had a name for himself. Bora the Dark lord. he showed no mercy is his fights and never crying out when he was hit, he just keep the same cold look in those dark eyes of his. At the age of 18 he made his move against the slaving bandits keeping him. He murdered the guards set to watch him and unleashed all the other slaves and animals, he didn't lead them. He Just let them get they're revenge. They happily did just that.

The bandits were outnumbered and were fighting men and women who have been fighting for the past several years of their lives. They were overwhelmed within the first minutes of it starting. It wasn't really a fight from there, more of a slaughter. The slaving bandits tried to beg for mercy and bribe and hide. The Past slaves didn't care for any of it. They lost the humanity the bandits were trying to talk to. After the butchering the final bandits the slaves were directionless. They turned to Bora for Direction, but when they turned he wasn't there. All that they found was the headless bodie of the Bandit chief.

Walking stealthy through the night until he can to a road about 3 miles off from the slaver camp. He saw a man, he was about the same height as Bora which still towered above normal men by half a head. The man was just siting there on a brightly lit bench, looking slightly bored and as though he was waiting for someone. Bora sat in the darkness, him home for an hour waiting, not wanting to turn his back on the man and not wanting to get involved. After another 3 minutes the man calls out, 'I know your out there, iv known for the entire time we've waited here, like this." Surprised Bora didn't move of make the slightest off sounds. Sighing the man calls out again saying that he means no harm. Cautiously, Bora approaches the man on the bench, hand already on the ebony dagger at his belt in case of one of the many situations that are playing out in his head come true.

The man was of considerable bulk, not like that of the bandit chief, whose screams were ever so delightful. He had as air of easy confidence in himself that came only from the powerful. The men that are not afraid of a real fight and a little blood. The man didn't move any besides turning his horned helmeted head in Bora's approaching direction. Bora stopped at the edge of darkness before entering the light which the man was in. "who are you?" was all Bora said. The man payed his question no mind and asked his own. "You have a dark aura about you son, whats your story?" Bora considered this and after a moment of silence he repeated his own question. "who are you" this time though he said it with more force. The man chuckled then looked directly into his deep black eyes. "I go by many titles but i will tell you one of my more known ones. I am the Dragon Born." Bora grinned in anticipation and spoke. "I also have many titles, but i will tell you one that i am soon to be named. I am Boragash Jurgen, killer of a god, the death of Dovakinn." And with they he lept right as the light of the torch went black with tears of joy and sorrow and a smile on his face.

He awoke an hour later, his head was fuzzy and his vision blurred. when it all cleared he found him self surrounded by three guards. He killed them before the beat of a heart and payed no mind to the bodies as he tried to recall what had happened. The damned Dragon born had used the voice on him, and worst yet hadn't killed him, he just left him. Bora chuckled out loud. "You will not escape me. I will find you son of dova, you have done nothing here besides prolong my life." with that he sunk to his knees and cried tears of infinite sorrow.

The next day some travelers came across the bodies of the guards and they mourned them with a moment of silence as they went on they're way. Passing a tombstone carved from stone with an ebony dagger embedded deeply into its surface. It read

"here will i lie after a glorious battle,
may all the world rest better knowing im gone,
here i will lie after one final battle with the Dragon born."

I like topic ^..^