The Hero's Tale

  • Chapter 2: The Bace 

    They killed my mother right in front of me. I rushed to my dead mother and cryed one of the bandits took me by the arm and dragged me away and the last thing I saw was a fist coming towards me and then black.

    When I woke up my head hurt. I was in some sort of under ground lair. A man walked up to me and dabbed a wet towel on my forehead and asked me if I was ok. I replied "yes what happened" the man explained that a grope of bandits had raided riften and that his fiends and him saved me. I remembered my mother being killed. Suddenly a small grope of people appeared and the Man Said "My name is Rashi and the Wood Elf is Raden the orc is Orchici  (orc-h-ici) and the Orgonion is Shie what is your name?" I said "Bret". "Ok Bret we are the strikers trying to destroy the bandit grope called the Forbidden, the same bandits that raided Riften. Will you join us?." I replied " but I am only six!" "yes but we can train you wile you are still fresh" said Shie "ok I agreed". 12 years had passed and I was ready to do my first contract They gave me some armor and a sword and I had to go and kill a Bandit chief in a fort near windhelm. When I arrived it was quiet to quiet. I walked though he main gate of the fort and it was deserted. I walked on and tripped and suddenly realized it was a trap. 

    In a flash at least twenty bandits charged at me with angry battle cryes and drawn swords. I jumped too my feet, drew my sword and started slashing at the enemy. It was a long battle but it had only just begun  then others showed up but the bandits had more to and the bandits chef showed up. I commanded the others to hold the bandits of wile I attacked the chef. I dogged and darted swords and arrows until I reached the tower where the chef stood. I worked my way up the stairs and eventually I met him face to face. 

    He state away saw me and drew his sword and charged. I dogged his blow and struck his back with the handle of the sword. He turned and in a furious rage he lunged again and cut his arm. He cryed out in pain and with his good arm he punched my face with a terrible blow. I staggered and fell onto my back. He ran at me and attempted to stab me but I rolled. But the next thing he did I don't understand he grabbed me by the wast ran and jumped of the tower. (Chapter 3 will be in the next post) 

     

     

              

Comments

2 Comments
  • Ben
    Ben   ·  July 19, 2012
    cool thanks and thanks for the spelling correction ( I was never good at spelling) 
  • Eviltrain
    Eviltrain   ·  July 18, 2012
    Good. Much better than before. The picture is a brilliant shot. Good composition. Grope is spelled group. Let's see what's next!