01-24-2015, 04:57 AM
( I know that he was supposed to die, but I couldn't bring myself to end the character that I put so much work into, so I searched for a way of preserving him. Here's what I made up so far. If I can be bothered I'll update this thread as I go along. Consider it a sign from me that the server may be shut down, but my characters live on.)
It was supposed to be a simple escort - extract the target and deliver him to the headquarters safely. Something went wrong. Horribly wrong. The extraction was simple enough. Folion and two other Death Knights infiltrated the prison where the captive was being kept completely unnoticed, which, for three bulwarks of armour ( one draenei, one blood elf and one Forsaken) was quite atypical and suspicious. The prisoner was extracted and the team started making it's way back to the designated location, when they were ambushed. They got overwhelmed. The Forsaken stood on a tripwire and activated a series of complex mechanisms, eventually leading to his head getting chopped off. The blood elf created a shield of ice, but even it was futile against the barrage of arrows that impaled him. Folion was the last one standing. He fought bravely, but eventually a human lunged at his neck with a dagger. He felt it impaling Folion's skin. He fell to the ground and felt the blood pouring out of him. The last thing he remembered was a flash of bright light, and then falling.
"Is this what dying feels like? Quite painless. I expected to be screaming in pain" he thought as memories flew around his head. All the people he met, the hardships he overcame, all gone. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave all this behind. Then it hit him
"Wait, shouldn't I be dead by now" he thought. He reached at his neck, where the dagger hit, only to find there was no blood. His surprise was cut off by two voices:
"You think it's dead?"
"Of course, you stupid oaf, can't you see it's not breathing?"
"We should take the armour. It looks expensive"
Folion realized that these two were talking about him. He sprung to life and said
"I think you'll find that I am very much alive... wait, what in the Fel are you?"
He looked at the men. One was a regular human, but the other one was some sort of... cat? No, that's impossible.
"I could ask the same of you, beast" the cat like creature replied.
" I am a draenei, and I am over twenty thousand years old. And you?"
" Twenty thousand, you say? Well, I am a khajiit, from the desert land of Elsweyr. Where are you from, dreni? "
"It's draenei. I am from Argus, a land that is now destroyed. Tell me, cat, where am I?"
The khajiit smirked "You, my goat-hoofed friend, are in Skyrim. "
TBC
(This series will be based on an actual play through that I'm doing almost daily, and each week I'll post a reply with the continuation of the story.)
It was supposed to be a simple escort - extract the target and deliver him to the headquarters safely. Something went wrong. Horribly wrong. The extraction was simple enough. Folion and two other Death Knights infiltrated the prison where the captive was being kept completely unnoticed, which, for three bulwarks of armour ( one draenei, one blood elf and one Forsaken) was quite atypical and suspicious. The prisoner was extracted and the team started making it's way back to the designated location, when they were ambushed. They got overwhelmed. The Forsaken stood on a tripwire and activated a series of complex mechanisms, eventually leading to his head getting chopped off. The blood elf created a shield of ice, but even it was futile against the barrage of arrows that impaled him. Folion was the last one standing. He fought bravely, but eventually a human lunged at his neck with a dagger. He felt it impaling Folion's skin. He fell to the ground and felt the blood pouring out of him. The last thing he remembered was a flash of bright light, and then falling.
"Is this what dying feels like? Quite painless. I expected to be screaming in pain" he thought as memories flew around his head. All the people he met, the hardships he overcame, all gone. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave all this behind. Then it hit him
"Wait, shouldn't I be dead by now" he thought. He reached at his neck, where the dagger hit, only to find there was no blood. His surprise was cut off by two voices:
"You think it's dead?"
"Of course, you stupid oaf, can't you see it's not breathing?"
"We should take the armour. It looks expensive"
Folion realized that these two were talking about him. He sprung to life and said
"I think you'll find that I am very much alive... wait, what in the Fel are you?"
He looked at the men. One was a regular human, but the other one was some sort of... cat? No, that's impossible.
"I could ask the same of you, beast" the cat like creature replied.
" I am a draenei, and I am over twenty thousand years old. And you?"
" Twenty thousand, you say? Well, I am a khajiit, from the desert land of Elsweyr. Where are you from, dreni? "
"It's draenei. I am from Argus, a land that is now destroyed. Tell me, cat, where am I?"
The khajiit smirked "You, my goat-hoofed friend, are in Skyrim. "
TBC
(This series will be based on an actual play through that I'm doing almost daily, and each week I'll post a reply with the continuation of the story.)