The Prologue

• Posted by Mike Smith November 30, 2013 - 494 views

  One…Two…Three “by Sithis this is taking too long, maybe they've found me out?” The year was 4E 201, after the last dragonborn killed Mirrak, the first dragonborn. (The carriage shakes and it stops) “What’s going on, did something happen?” (People yelling can be heard)  Give me everything and I’ll let you live says a mysterious man. But I… I can’t do that sir says the carriage driver. Alright fine then (A sound of steel hitting flesh can be heard) “Ouch I feel sorry for the driver.”  Alright men its time to take all the stuff and haul it to the hideout says the mysterious man. (Multiple bandits converge at the back of the carriage) "Hello boys" Who are you asks the Nord in front. "Me well I'm Wih-Jula and I think its high time that I left." Oh no you don't your coming with us says the Nord. "Well come and get me." (Wih-Jula smacks the first guy with his tail and runs) "You'll never catch m..." Really now says the bandit leader. (The leader drags Wih-Jula by the tail) I like your fighting style why don't you join us says the leader. "how about you let me go kind sir" Hm how about no says the Breton. "Well to tell you the truth sir I'm a run away slave from the House Telvanni in Morrowind" Haha really? I'm a slave trader so your going back to Morrowind then says the Breton. (Blood splatters on the Argonian's face and Wih-Jula looks up to see a masked person staring back at him)