» Tue Apr 06, 2010 3:02 am
Okay guys, this is what I've got so far, let me know what you think and please, if you have any advice or suggestions let me know. This is just the basic thing, I'm gonna rewrite it a few times until I'm satisfied with it, and with a bit of advice the final product will probably be pretty good. Like I said though, this is just what I've written so far, I'm far from done, and I will rewrite it a few times, some thing's will be added, some things will be changed, and some things will be removed and when it's done it'll be MUCH better, I'm just posting this to get some advice. Also, this is the first story I write in english, so keep that in mind.
Fights-Without-Weapon's Journal
As you walk by the waters behind the shacks of the Imperial City Waterfront District you notice a book of some sorts, it wasn't something washed up on land, as it hadn't suffered from any water damage.
Upon further inspection this book seems to be a journal, you look for a place to sit down, your curiosity forcing you to take a look at it.
Whoever wrote this has terrible handwriting.
Fights-Without-Weapon's Journal
I am Fights-Without-Weapon. I hate weapons, I hate them.. But I like fighting..
Since I refuse to as much as hold a weapon in my hand, I have learned to fight well unarmed.
I shouldn’t have refused to use shields though..
I have many scars as a result of old attempts to block blades.. But from my mistakes, I have learned!
As my writing would indicate, I’m not the best writer, don’t blame me for it..
I can barely see what I write..
I don’t even like writing either, but Writes-Without-Paper is my brother’s name, so that was not an option..
Haha, he was the one who wanted me to write a journal, for him to read when I get back home..
He doesn’t get to adventure as much as I do.. But he’s the one who talks about my journeys..
I am too humble to assume that my life is interesting enough to tell people about..
Day I
I have arrived at The Imperial City by boat, being by the water is great and I am not yet ready to head on into the city.
I found an inn, which was actually a boat, but it was an inn.
I think it was called, The Floated Boat, or was it the The Bloated Float?
I don’t remember, the water had my attention, the sign didn’t. Besides, I don’t read much..
And I try hard not to joke about having a sister called Reads-Without-Text..
Why do I talk so much about myself!? This journal is for you, brother.
You already know these things about me.. Too many things.
Either way, knowing my luck someone else will probably get their hands on this journal, so I might aswell explain things..
Upon entering the inn I did have some people staring at me for a while..
I don’t look like other Argonians, but they soon went back to whatever they did.
To them, an Argonian is an Argonian, like they could tell the difference..
I payed ten gold for a room, a decent price for the opportunity to sleep so close to the water, being an Argonian.
It was going to be a good night’s sleep, I thought..
But I woke up in the middle of the night, no one but an Argonian would have felt the boat being out on the water, far away from the city, too far away.
Upon leaving my room I was confronted by a man, wearing worn out leather armor and wielding a good ol' rusty sword I just knew he was up to no good.
I’ve seen too many bandits not to be able to notice that he too, was a criminal.
''Who are you? What are you doing here?''.
Sure, these are questions I could answer, but I couldn’t give him an answer that he wanted.
Being unable to explain myself as I was he drew his blade.
My strongest weapon is the fact that I look harmless, who would expect an unarmed Argonian wearing regular clothes to put up a fight?
I could name a few people, but this amateur bandit was not one of them.
Not that I can blame him.. In a fight with what appeared to be, a civilian Argonian against a sword wielding criminal, I know who I would bet on, I also know that I would lose my money.
I don’t need armour though, I have blocked weapons with my body, nothing I recommend.
I rarely walk away from a battle unharmed, but I’ve never walked away from a battle dead either.
I have many scars thanks to my many years of practicing hand to hand combat..
And as a result of having thousands of wounds being healed countless of times the scales on my body have melted together, forming a strong but flexible skin.
That’s when I decided I had enough of healing spells.. I used potions instead.. Another one of my.. Wise decisions..
I drank so many potions, my eyes started changing color.. It wasn’t so bad at first, but now.. I can’t see well.
But back to the story..
That guy didn't expect me to do anything, I surprised him well, hehe.
Before he had time to react I had already punched him, it only took me three or so hits to knock him out, he must really have a fragile head..
Then I heard something, someone.. Locked inside a room..
At least, I assumed it was locked, who would bang on the door if it was unlocked..?
I’d like to know. My vision is bad but I can still see shiny things, and that’s what I did, I saw a shiny thing, a key.
So I went over to the door, getting the key into the lock was a bit of a struggle for an Argonian with eyes such as myself..
But I got it open, eventually. Who was inside!?
The bouncer, if anyone he should be the one who would’ve stopped this bandit.
EDIT: I just realised how terrible this is, I might just write a normal story instead, this journal stuff is so much harder to do well >.>