I don't know about anyone else but I frequently find myself daydreaming about how cool it will be to fight as a dragonborn so I figured wouldnt it be fun just to write out scenarios of battle or intrigue and see what others think about it? I don't know but I'll try it and see what happens. Here we go to start things off. Its in second person.



You don't know how you always end up in situations like this but here you are at a dead end gorge in the middle of nowhere, firing arrows as fast as you can at the faster approaching frost trolls. Talos they're ugly, all thirteen of them, well, eleven now. Two just ate snow with arrow to their heads. You have to shoot faster! They're closing in fast! You pull two arrows from your quiver and fire them at the same time. The arrows pierce the abdomen of one of them, one in the heart and one in the gut. Its not getting back up. Things are getting hairy. The rest are about thirty feet away from you. Time to up the ante. You grab four arrows from your quiver on your back and pull them back at the same time, aiming for the biggest concentration of trolls. You release flying death, whispering a chant in the language of the dragons as euphoria grips you and your hairs stand on end.

You watch as every arrow you sent out is multiplied thrice times over, decimating a group of five trolls. They are down to five. You smirk to yourself. Not too shabby. The rest are closing in. You toss your bow and quiver to the side and unsheath your enchanted dagger, flametongue. They are on you, the first swings for your head. You roll out the way and fiercly slash at the area behind its knees, crippling it as your flame red dagger burns through tendons, bones and flesh. You face the oncoming trolls just in time to avoid a viscious stomp to the head. You are surrounded now. This doesnt look good. They rush you at the same time. Death is upon you but you refuse to die. Not after all youve been through. You step inside the closest trolls space and step on its bent, furry leg, propeling yourself and grabbing on to its armpit hair. Its disgusting and sogey but you'll throw up later.

You swing around to its back and sever its neck while flipping away from it. All three of the remaining stupid trolls are fighting amonst themselves, thinking you are somewhere beneath them. You land gracefully, or at least you thought you were until you slipped on a pocket of wet snow and banged your head. You sit up and witness the trolls stupor after your slick moves with dizzy vision. Uh oh. Looks like theyve caught on to you. One races to you, shaking the earth. Your in no shape to wrestle with the beast. A sense of exhilleration envelopes you as a word of power rushes into your mind. "FUS," your voice reverberates loudly, "RO," your voice builds in intensity, the earth is rattling around you. "DAH!!!!" you're voice pierces the heavens with its ethereal tenor and as the troll upon you is flung backwards with the force of the gods themselves. The force of your incantation is so powerful that the boulder the troll hits shatters into rubble! You stand, high off of the language of the dragons. This is your power! This is your capacity! A draconic roar rips through your chest, shaking the mountains themselves and challenging any foolish enough to stand in your way! The last troll charges at you.

So do you. Quick as lightning you grab two of your poisened throwing knives and send them straight into the beast legs, breaking its balance, making it fall at the same time you flip over it grasping the hairs of its head and plunging flametongue into the back of its neck. Your momentum drags you and your dagger down its body, leaving a molten scar from its neck to its ass cheeks. You crouch, breathing heavily. Suddenly you hear grunts of pain. Its the troll you slashed in the back of its knee, bleeding profusley and crawling towards you. You stalk towards it high off of your victory, proud of your prowess. You can almost pity the beast, but somewhere within you, something bestial refuses to pity any foolish enough to attack you. You raise your dagger above your head with both hands and strike. Your blade enters the beast head as a surge of titanic power flows into the dagger. The beast is no more. Flames sear its body from the inside out, cooking it. The smell pleases you. You smiles as your chest rumbles loudly before you release another terrifying roar. "I AM DOVAHKIIN!!!!"

So......Whose next?

http://jkruse.deviantart.com/art/Dragon-s-Folly-A-TES-Short-193933668
Did that around x-mas, posted it in a fanart thread on here, but it might as well go up again.