Vindictus
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... They were not seriously planning to have a dramatic face off right now, were they?
"Did you two forget the DRAGON? Run!" I was already moving, even as I muttered about moronic meatheads.
There was really only one way to go. Fortunately, the lizard had vacated the path. I guess it wasn't that smart, if it took off when it had us trapped. Or maybe it just thought there were more important people to kill? The dismissive look jumped to mind, and I gritted my teeth-
"Stay close to the wall!" One of the men shouted. I nearly tripped, slamming myself into the stone- And then the beast was right above me, spewing fire and roasting a man alive. As I watched in horrified fascination, fat boiled under charring skin.
Oooh yeah, I was almost definately going to need therapy after this. Wait, did this place even have therapists? I shook the thought off as the dragon took flight, and scurried through a ruined house into an open battlefield.
"Fall back to the Keep, soldiers! We're leaving!" The Keep. Nice how I didn't actually know the town, and thus had no idea how to get to the keep...
I was sweet on a girl from Helgen once...
Red. I quickly spun on my feet, to see the two meatheads glaring at each other. "Right, where is the keep?"
"This way," The soldier responded, breaking from the brewing confrontation to lead past the carnage.
The keep was past a couple of small town streets, blazing houses blocking it from sight. Once that was clear and I got a look at it, my first impression was of an absurd size- It wasn't a terribly tall building, but a quick glance revealed it as big enough to nearly match the rest of the town. What sort of importance did this little place have to justify such a fortress?
My thoughts were cut off by the sound of an argument brewing.
"... doesn't matter, you're a traitor!"
"A traitor? Me? I serve my people, and the true king of Skyrim! Jarl Ulfric earned the crown by right of combat, as a true Nord!"
"Listen to what you're saying- Do you really think that defeating a lad just barely into his manhood is honorable combat? And even then, he didn't have the guts to fight the lad fairly! He used the Voice, Ralof- A wizard's trick, not a thing to be proud of."
"The Thu'um is not the tool of a coward, Hadvar. Only the greatest of heroes and sages uses the voice-"
[] Guys. Guys, stahp it. STAHP IT, GUYS.
-->[] "Really? You're going to do this now?"
-->[] "You've both got a point- but DRAGON."
-->[] "GET TO DA CASTUUUL!"
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[] Side withSoldier Boy Hadvar
[] Screw these guys, I'm OUTTA HERE.
"Did you two forget the DRAGON? Run!" I was already moving, even as I muttered about moronic meatheads.
There was really only one way to go. Fortunately, the lizard had vacated the path. I guess it wasn't that smart, if it took off when it had us trapped. Or maybe it just thought there were more important people to kill? The dismissive look jumped to mind, and I gritted my teeth-
"Stay close to the wall!" One of the men shouted. I nearly tripped, slamming myself into the stone- And then the beast was right above me, spewing fire and roasting a man alive. As I watched in horrified fascination, fat boiled under charring skin.
Oooh yeah, I was almost definately going to need therapy after this. Wait, did this place even have therapists? I shook the thought off as the dragon took flight, and scurried through a ruined house into an open battlefield.
"Fall back to the Keep, soldiers! We're leaving!" The Keep. Nice how I didn't actually know the town, and thus had no idea how to get to the keep...
I was sweet on a girl from Helgen once...
Red. I quickly spun on my feet, to see the two meatheads glaring at each other. "Right, where is the keep?"
"This way," The soldier responded, breaking from the brewing confrontation to lead past the carnage.
The keep was past a couple of small town streets, blazing houses blocking it from sight. Once that was clear and I got a look at it, my first impression was of an absurd size- It wasn't a terribly tall building, but a quick glance revealed it as big enough to nearly match the rest of the town. What sort of importance did this little place have to justify such a fortress?
My thoughts were cut off by the sound of an argument brewing.
"... doesn't matter, you're a traitor!"
"A traitor? Me? I serve my people, and the true king of Skyrim! Jarl Ulfric earned the crown by right of combat, as a true Nord!"
"Listen to what you're saying- Do you really think that defeating a lad just barely into his manhood is honorable combat? And even then, he didn't have the guts to fight the lad fairly! He used the Voice, Ralof- A wizard's trick, not a thing to be proud of."
"The Thu'um is not the tool of a coward, Hadvar. Only the greatest of heroes and sages uses the voice-"
[] Guys. Guys, stahp it. STAHP IT, GUYS.
-->[] "Really? You're going to do this now?"
-->[] "You've both got a point- but DRAGON."
-->[] "GET TO DA CASTUUUL!"
[] Side with
[] Side with
[] Screw these guys, I'm OUTTA HERE.