Post by Darkom on Aug 9, 2009 5:12:19 GMT
Hello everyone I've come back to this forum after signing up months ago to finally post my most succesful fan fiction from the Bethsoft forums. As always, criticism is welcome, I have seen very little for this story. Thank you for reading.
Prison is never any fun. The inmates are rude, the food is bad, and you don’t get to fight anyone. Unless of course, you count the guards beating you every chance they get. But then, if you fight back, they take away your food for the day. Unless of course, if you’re a repeated offender, like me. Then, they have a special punishment for you.
I am Garzog, an Orc, and proud of it. I have been on the other side of the law all my life. In childhood I was a delinquent who was later adopted by a wealthy family. After an uneventful childhood in the Imperial City, I fought in the Arena for a while. After a few successful fights I got bored, so I became a bandit that gets thrown in jail every other month. Whenever guards show up at our camp, my “friends” all run for their lives. I stay and fight, and usually lose. Guess that doesn’t make me a very good bandit.
You see, when I was little, I was taught to never run away from a fight. Not by my adoptive father, that so called noble wouldn’t fight a rat for himself. I was taught that by the arena champion.
When I was growing up in the imperial city, a stone’s throw from the famous arena, a few successful combatants lived next to me. I never really paid attention to them, I was a good little pompous rich kid, did what my new family told me, until he spoke to me.
The arena champion at the time was not Agronak gro-Malog, it was not even an orc at all. He was supposedly an Argonian, but he was the biggest Argonian I’ve ever seen. His called himself Kills-Men-Faster, but I think it was a joke, ‘cause he smiled every time he said it. In the arena they called him the Crocodile, because he used his teeth almost as often as his sword when he fought.
I was walking down the street, when he walked up to me for the first time and said “Hey, kid, you’re an orc, why don’t I ever see you practice fighting?”
I told him what I usually told the other children “Because my father tells me weapons are for brutes that never got a good education, and don’t want to go anywhere with their lives.”
“Brutes?” He laughed “So does that make me a brute? I’m probably twice as rich as your father, and ten times as famous, and I made it all with a sword.”
I was amazed. How could such a big, rough guy be richer than my father, for whom money was everything? We talked almost every day after that, he trained me a few times, and the rest I picked up watching the arena fights.
“Hey, scumbag, time to go.” The guard finally came to take me to my punishment.
He unlocked the door and led me out of the prison in chains. We walked through the imperial city market district streets; people stopped and stared as we passed by. I half knew where I was going from the conversations I had eavesdropped on back in prison. And once we passed Red Diamond Jewelry and were heading towards the double doors, I knew my fate.
We we’re definitely on our way to the Arena.
The intro doesn't look like much, but it does have a semi-good plot already all planned out. Thanks again, it's good to be on another Tes forum
Prison is never any fun. The inmates are rude, the food is bad, and you don’t get to fight anyone. Unless of course, you count the guards beating you every chance they get. But then, if you fight back, they take away your food for the day. Unless of course, if you’re a repeated offender, like me. Then, they have a special punishment for you.
I am Garzog, an Orc, and proud of it. I have been on the other side of the law all my life. In childhood I was a delinquent who was later adopted by a wealthy family. After an uneventful childhood in the Imperial City, I fought in the Arena for a while. After a few successful fights I got bored, so I became a bandit that gets thrown in jail every other month. Whenever guards show up at our camp, my “friends” all run for their lives. I stay and fight, and usually lose. Guess that doesn’t make me a very good bandit.
You see, when I was little, I was taught to never run away from a fight. Not by my adoptive father, that so called noble wouldn’t fight a rat for himself. I was taught that by the arena champion.
When I was growing up in the imperial city, a stone’s throw from the famous arena, a few successful combatants lived next to me. I never really paid attention to them, I was a good little pompous rich kid, did what my new family told me, until he spoke to me.
The arena champion at the time was not Agronak gro-Malog, it was not even an orc at all. He was supposedly an Argonian, but he was the biggest Argonian I’ve ever seen. His called himself Kills-Men-Faster, but I think it was a joke, ‘cause he smiled every time he said it. In the arena they called him the Crocodile, because he used his teeth almost as often as his sword when he fought.
I was walking down the street, when he walked up to me for the first time and said “Hey, kid, you’re an orc, why don’t I ever see you practice fighting?”
I told him what I usually told the other children “Because my father tells me weapons are for brutes that never got a good education, and don’t want to go anywhere with their lives.”
“Brutes?” He laughed “So does that make me a brute? I’m probably twice as rich as your father, and ten times as famous, and I made it all with a sword.”
I was amazed. How could such a big, rough guy be richer than my father, for whom money was everything? We talked almost every day after that, he trained me a few times, and the rest I picked up watching the arena fights.
“Hey, scumbag, time to go.” The guard finally came to take me to my punishment.
He unlocked the door and led me out of the prison in chains. We walked through the imperial city market district streets; people stopped and stared as we passed by. I half knew where I was going from the conversations I had eavesdropped on back in prison. And once we passed Red Diamond Jewelry and were heading towards the double doors, I knew my fate.
We we’re definitely on our way to the Arena.
The intro doesn't look like much, but it does have a semi-good plot already all planned out. Thanks again, it's good to be on another Tes forum