Authors of Akatosh

"Story"

Out of boredom, Akatosh looks into Nirn at all times at once in order to see how things are turning out. He's very picky "today", creating Dragon Breaks when he doesn't like how events go. After millenia of being tired of retrying himself, he turns to aspiring authors to do his work for him. He has gathered the all kinds of writers of all skill levels to do his bidding, but they all think they're doing what they want...

Premise

To practice writing various short scenarios that may occur in an RP in order to get more experience in writing and fleshing out your characters. Think broad and use your imagination! Use your well-established character that you want to "train" or think of an entirely new character you'd like to introduce into new stories!

I will give 1-3 scenarios for everyone to put their RP characters into. You will then pick one and write the scene out

Setting

We'll be sticking to the Elder Scrolls Universe, because that's where your Thuum.org RP characters will be in. For the various scenes, try varying everything your character does. You can vary the tone to your desire. After everyone has taken a turn on the scene, I'll choose another 1-3 scenarios. If someone has an idea for a scene, then we'll deliberate on it (in a PM) and everyone can optionally choose that one.

Length: 200-300 characters - Try to be descriptive as possible in your posts. The goal isn't to just write, it's to get better and diversify how you write and the scenarios you choose.

Character Rules: Same as the RP Forum rules. Elder Scrolls characters, past and present.

Posting Rules

When I post the next scenario, everyone will get a chance to post. We'll start the order with whoever wants to go first (after my first post, of course). After a week, we'll move on to the next scenario. I'll introduce the possible scenarios in the official PM, and we'll decide the scenario there as well. Then I will post the introduction to the scenario, then, everyone can then post.?Finally, all dialog will be in the Dragon Language.

Players

Zinrahzul

Vomirmun

Ruvgein

Dzydzilelya

(Others TBD)

To join, just PM me!

Nelithuun woke up to the sound of a bird chirping. He was in the lower region of the Jerall Mountians, the Skyrim side. He had just begun his trip to retrieve this "important" document two weeks ago. His entire trip had been planned, and he was now supposed to be in a place called "Falkreath", but the Jerall's had slown him down. That and the dozens of ice wolves and ice wraiths he had encountered in the past few days alone.

Nelithuun inspected all his gear, his sword, still enchanted, his armor, still there with all its dents, and himself, still alive. He had moved past his trauma, mostly because it had been nine years, and also because he had to do something with his life. His fiancee would want him to.

He packed up his sleeping roll, his food and his map were put in his pack, and he tore down his tent  and scattered the various colored sticks and leaves and pines to remove any trace he was there, and then he was off.

In a little clearing of woods, away from roads and cities and the troubles of life, light of a waking sun filtered down onto restless eyes.  Eyes that had watched the sky change from complete night the first slivers of dawn braking on the edges.

Her body was still, as it had been for however long the hours grew by now.  She couldn’t sleep, not now, not after what happened three, no four days ago.  Lying on her back, hands over her torso, she stared directly upwards, searching, hunting the fading stars for what went wrong.

Reddish brown hair splayed out over the forest floor, filled with bits of pine and twig, dirt and moss.  She had no bed save for her own small cloak.  An item she knew she would have to sell if she ever wanted to make it to Hammerfell. 

She took a single breath and held it, closing her eyes and listening to the day arrive.  Gods, how did she get here.  Lonely and cold inside herself, the sun a harsh light she couldn’t dare see for fear of hurting her eyes.  She rolled with the cloak the shield the rest of her pale skin from it.

She let the breath go and opened her eyes, the tears already formed and lose across her cheeks.  Her eyes shimmered their brightest green, a light within them.  Looking upwards curiously, but each time shrinking back again.

She breathed again, easier this time.  Her hands let go of the cloak as they pressed into the ground beneath her.  Divines help her.  She pulled herself up, forcing what wouldn’t face the light into it harder.

She rose to her knees from the hard ground, meeting the sunlight on her exposed skin.  Warm and soothing, it wrapped her in its caring embrace, filling her with life, rejuvenating the fire in her.

Head heavy and eyes looking down, she found the strength after many moments to raise them.  Tears catching the light, mournful eyes shed away like snakeskin.

  A new day, a new beginning.  What is truly braver, to return where you are not wanted, or to move on and forge something new, something no one with ever take away? 

She felt the sun over her, and she smiled.  She smiled as she cried, for this was no ending, this was where her story would begin. 

And they would call her Arra.

The sun was setting slowly behind the plains of Whiterun this Morndas. A gentle warm breeze was warming the hearts of the inhabitants of the lively city. It was at this time that the Bannered Mare was its busiest. Merchants and adventurers that had travelled all day landed in the comforting hands of Hulda, the innkeeper. With the finest mead of the city and the coziest beds around, it was sure to attract a lot of visitors. Tonight, Endelle Eagle-Eye was one of those visitors. Having the reputation to back it, she called herself ''the best damn beast and man hunter of this entire province.''  While part of the famous Companions, she acted on her own will more often than not.

With the creaking door closing behind her, the most notorious huntress of Whiterun took a deep breath in. The powerful smell of the burning fire immediately assaulted her sensitive nose, with subtle hints of burning wax, honey, and alcohol. Harder to discern, yet still present, the thick musk of workers and peasants who spent the whole day in the warm summer sun. To go to the extreme of her nasal capabilities, an extremely weak tinge of garlic coming from the burning pot that Saadia was working so excellently. Tomato soup is on the menu tonight.

The Nord hunteress replaced a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Barely moving her head, she could easily see all the patrons present. Towering above the rest of the folks, she landed at a nice six foot and four inches. Making her way to one of the wooden stools sitting in front of Hulda, Endelle dropped a few gold coins in front of her, asking for her usual tankard of mead. Without saying a word, the brown-haired woman filled the metallic cup with the sweet mead. Placing the tankard in front of the hunteress, the innkeeper awaited the question. It had become a ritual on nights where Endelle showed up.

"Raanne daar vulon, Hulda?"

With what appeared to a sigh of relief, Hulda smiled. Tonight, the fair-haired woman was hunting beasts. Something... awful tingled Hulda's stomach everytime she gave the hunteress a bandit contract. The innkeeper could see Endelle's eyes lit up at the idea of hunting men, and it was troubling her. Fortunately, she had something for her.

"Geh, tinvaak do kodaav zeim het ahrk Rath-Wol"

Slamming the empty tankard on the counter, the huntress smiled and stood up. Looking down to the innkeeper, she spoke with calmness and grace. Almost as if she acted noble. She was nothing but a disgusting hired hitwoman. A cold-blooded killer, with a hunting hobby on the side. This image was the one Endelle Eagle-Eye gave to the common folk of Skyrim. The feeling was mutual, the woman despised the peasants. A bunch of lowly slaves... anything to dodge confrontation. Even if that means tending the same fields your whole life until you die. True Nords die fighting for what they believe in.

"Drehlaan."

Like she has never been here, Endelle left. Unbeknownst to the huntress, the sun had set completely. The wonderful moons slowly gaining in intensity and brightness. A great night to hunt. Taking her bow off her back, she struck the string, seeing if it was tense enough. Good enough. Running her hand in her hair, she reached for the quiver strapped to her back. With the tip of her finger, she counted the arrows inside. Twelve... Do I need to stop and get some more? Nah... I'll improvise. Let's keep it fun. The cackling of fire could be heard from afar. Like a primal instinct, Endelle's heart skipped as the adrenaline was pumping. Looking wildly around, her bright blue eyes stopped at what appeared to be the source of the problem: guards were lighting the torches for the night.

Locking her gaze to the guard nearing the door, the woman asked for the city gates to be opened. Clearly uneased, the guard gave her a remark.

"Vahlok aal meyz mal faas, vahdin med hi meyz voth ek zun kodaan."

Thoughts of flesh and blood surfaced inside her head. Immense amounts of self-control were required for her to refrain from ripping his head off and feasting on his heart. All she could muster was a half-smile with a soft groan. Mistaking it for muffled laughter, the uniformed man burst out laughing as the lady exited the city.

Inhaling the odours of the wilds, she felt at home. The raw smells of trees, animals, and freedom. Following the man-made trails, she headed down south, straight for Riverwood. Spotting trails of what appeared to be a family of elks, she remembered the location, if she ever felt like hunting something easy. Or in need of extra coins. Elk was getting rarer in these parts. About halfway to Riverwood, the smell of bear was now taking a spot in Endelle's olfactory receptors. The wild beast smelled of muscle, sweat, and death. Large paw spots deforming the soft earth were heading off in the woods. Crouching down, the huntress notched an arrow on the string.

She could feel the wind coming from the bear's position. She was in the beast's blindspot. Or blind nosespot. Stepping carefully on rocks and soft leaves, the branches were giving her a tough time. Moving around them proved to be a challenge, since a lot of them hung low and threatened to rattle the leaves and alert the bear. Finally laying eyes on the monster, it was even worse than what she expected. He was humongous, his thick black fur covered in scarred, hairless patches. The beast was in his prime. A fearless killer, just like the huntress herself. My bow is going to be useless against it.

Undressing silently, she placed her gear and clothing under a stash of soft leaves, tall grass, and low branches. Free from her human clothing, the feeling of freedom only heightened her senses. Something was growling inside her, waiting to be released. It was clawing at her stomach, the eternal feeling of hunger only climbing in intensity as it was pleading to be fed. Foaming at the mouth, Endelle dropped on all fours. Succumbing to the primal beast lying inside her, she began galloping towards the black bear.

Free!

Endelle's body began distorting uncontrollably. Muscles grew and stretched, fur covering every inch of skin. Hunger gnaws her belly. She must feed on something. Smelling the thick odour of the bear, a goal has been set. Picking up the speed as she was becoming more and more monster than woman, her bright blue eyes contrasted with the light brown fur covering her. Immense claws protuded from her oversized paws. The beast Endelle has become was something of nightmares, something not meant to exist. It was... otherworldly. Simply unnatural, in no possible world could such a thing exist. Men feared the thought of it, igniting a primal sense of fear within their hearts.

Using a nearby rock, the werewolf pounced ferociously on the bear. Retaliating, the bear wildly swung its claws. First blood has been drawn, splashing a nearby patch of grass. Feeling a warm liquid pour out of her body, the werewolf could feel adrenaline rushing inside her veins. Murder, murder, murder! Hunger, hunger, hunger!

Sinking her teeth inside the thick skin of the bear, she could taste the blood. Unable to hold back, she rapidly swung her neck. Feeling the muscly flesh disconnect from the rest of the bear, the huntress gulped it in her hungering maw. Under shock, the bear frenzied. Swatting his claws around, he was turning her chest into locks of flesh. The searing pain only motivated Endelle to fight back, feeling her paws rip through thorax of the black fur. The beating heart of the bear was slowing down. It was dying. Rough grunts of anger left the mouth of the beast. With one final swift movement, the huntress ended his life. Nibbling on the flesh of the slayed monster, Endelle felt relief as the werewolf was satiated.

The bright morning sun dawned on Skyrim once more. The Nord woman woke up, naked on a cold mix of earth and stone. Last night, she feasted. Endelle Eagle-Eye was indeed, ''the best damn beast and man hunter of this entire province.''

Thief the Khajiit sat on the tallest branch he could comfortably rest on, sitting cross-legged. Excitedly, he opened the book he most recently acquired from those old Nords on that tall mountain. Truthfully, it was the curious image and fancy runs on the cover that grabbed his attention. Completely unlike Ta’agra, he enjoyed how the runes looked. He tried to contort his claws into the general shapes that would be required in order to make the scratches, although the ink would mess up his fine claws and that wouldn’t do.
    After opening the cover and leafing through a few pages, it became readily apparent to him, and confirmed his suspicions -- he still couldn’t read neither the strange runes nor the common tongue shared by the Empire. “Bah, I’m a fool. I should have bought that Ta’agra-to-Imperial translation book with me… or maybe I should also learn to read Ta’agra first…”
    His concentration was further broken by the distant sound of growling and huffing hounds. They were chasing him, of course. He’d been smelling them for a while now -- and their master. Sighing, he got into a crouching position and prepared to descend when the base of the tree exploded into a fireball. He winced at the suddenly flash of brightness, and and had to readjust his stance. He cursed to himself. He thought he had more time than he did. They must have used magicka of some sort. The hounds finally caught up to him and were growling louder than ever, no doubt in eager anticipation. He could easily see their black forms, even from his high perch. Ughly things. Their master finally came into view as well. Ugly thing. The dark elf’s grotesque face was further uglied by her fangs which would never be as beautiful as a female Khajiit.
“Ahh, fresh meat! Come down, little kitty!” Thief scoffed at the bold statement. Of course he wouldn’t just come down. He was no fool. He saw the glow before he ducked behind the main branch. The fireball flew by, heating the the air of where he once stood. The fireballs just kept coming. They were easy enough to dodge, so he wasn’t concerned for the time being. He grew anxious, however, when the dark elf starting focusing fire to the base of the tree. He didn’t need to guess what was going to happen if he didn’t get out of the situation, and fast!