» Tue Sep 28, 2010 3:08 am
Your eyes are dim, blurred and unfocused. As your vision repairs itself slightly, you look towards a figure. Piercing the darkness, this figure lends its hand towards you, seemingly as a gesture of assistance.
"Wake up, maggot!"
The figure punches you in the face, grabs your collar and pulls you right towards his face. The man is a Nord, but he looks sinister...his face is scarred, his beard and long hair black.
"What's your name, exile?"
---Player enters name---
"You're lucky...most die without one."
The executioner drags you to the scaffold as he draqes a hood over his face. His axe is blood-soaked, implying that you aren't the only one who has been executed today. The crowd cheers, you see the high scaffold placed in the center of this Nordic-like town. At the scaffold, you are forced on your knees. As your head is lowered onto the holder, you see a small puddle of water, left after the last execution clean up. In it, you see a black silhouette slowly forming...
---Player customized his/her race, appearance, etc---
"Good people of this town! We have here today a ---insert race here--- of the lowest quality! ---short sentence insulting said race--- His crimes, and those done by others, mean nothing on the scaffold. Here his life will end before you all, a reminder that to defy...is to die. We bid him no speech, for he deserves none."
The crowd roars. The executioner's axe begins to fall, you can feel it on your neck...an ancient power spawns inside...
FUS RO DAH!
You cannot believe you spawned such anger. At that very moment, a dragon roars in the distance, interrupting the execution. Townspeople flee in terror, the executioner is picked off. You scramble off the scaffold pas the destruction, but black out from a crumbling building above...
In their tongue...he is Dovakihn.......DRAGONBORN!
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