» Tue May 07, 2013 3:02 pm (Forgive me if this is written in the wrong section!)
The winds sheered through the dense swamps what would be known as Black Marsh. Races of 'Mer' would call it 'Argonia'. Nevertheless, rain began soaking through the thick green leaves, which covered most of the muddy, stinking swamps that surrounded the lands of 'Black Marsh'. The roads were nothing compared to the countries that layed attached to the swamp lands. With Morrowind in the north and Cyrodill in the west, Black Marsh would lay on the lower right corner of any map you would find across Tamriel.
"Ket!" a voice whispered through the swamps, feet pushing through the filthy waters that were cloaked with a layer of dirt.
"Ssh." another voice responded, indicating the other voice to remain muted.
"You gotta see this!" it whispered again, declining the other voice's words.
The reptillic figure lifted itself from the dirty water, which began dripping from its light armor, made out of thick leaves and pieces of scrap metal. The leaves were carved on with a special type of ink, that when even it came in contact with water, it would not leave it's position. Triballic drawings were carved into the thick leaf, which were used to create a specific personallity for the tribe that 'Ket' was part of. The argonian arrived at the voice's position, who lifted its claw into the air to point at a downwards direction. Bright, yellow-ish eyes were shining through the dusty water, which was odd, as the water within the swamps were never clear enough to actually /see/ something. A corpse was lying in the swamp, along with a spear that was broken in two pieces. Wood splinters were covering the handle.
"That one isn't one of ours." Ket said, holding his own spear, which held the same carvings that were placed onto the leaves. Ket kneeled down, his knees digging into the swampy water. He makes a v-shaped gesture with his claws, placing them onto the corpse's eyelids, shutting them for good.
"You will be remembered." he mumbled, getting up, the water dripping from his knees.
"We have to head back now." Ket's partner said, whom was nervously looking around, as if he was expecting something.
"What is your problem, Akil?" Ket said in an annoyed tone, his eyebrows were slightly arching.
"We need to collect food, and we haven't yet."
"There's something in this woods, Ket. I do not know what it is, but Akil doesn't like it." he said whilst crossing his arms, the spear cropped up between the narrow space of his elbow.
"If there is something here, it would've attacked us already. Quit jamming up our search. Ket is having enough of-.." Two, sharp objects land into the tree on the left of the corpse with an extremely fast speed.
"I told you there was something here!" More sharp objects continue to fly towards the two reptiles, yet still missing. Their feet continue to dig into the swamp, dirtish bottoms, as two, dark and grey skinned figures jump from the trees.
"Ain't that beautiful." One if them says with a wide grin onto their faces.
"You're not supposed to be here. No one's supposed to be here." Ket says to them, his eyes squinting to get a better view, his feet sliding to the left into the dark water, retaining into his combative stance.
The two dark figures begin to unsheath their razor sharp blades. Akil could tell they had been sharpened for the occassion.
"You're dead already." Akil mumbles. In a timed action, the two green-scaled reptiles kneel down, pointing their spears forward. At the same moment, the dark figures, who slide their hoods down, revealing to be dark elves, charge forward. They lift their swords, attempting to strike the horned beings. Their spears lift into the air, 'ticking' the blades out of their hands, and in another timed action, slide the spears into their chests. Two, delicate streams of blood begin to pour out of their chests and mouths. The figure on the left mutters his final words.
"You little bastards.." before falling on his knees, along with the other. Akil kneels down, retrieving anything valuable from their pockets as he slides their pockets, satchels and bags open.
"We shall head home." Ket murmurs, using his spear as a cane to talk, the sharp end pointing into the sky as if it was stabbing the oxygen.
"Wait." Akil says in a chilly tone, retrieving a small note.
"There's a old ruin, unraveled, full of mysteries, according to this note." The argonian says, showing a wide grin on his face.
"So what? It's just an old ruin. Ket has seen enough of them." He says in a annoyed tone. Ket used to scavenge old ruins, but grew tired. It was always the same, and eventually even quit searching and unraveling their secrets.
"We can do this, Ket. Akil knows. Ket and Akil searched them all. Akil knows that too." Akil murmurs. He seems to be sure they are able to do the trick again. Ket wraps his claws around the piece of paper lying in Akil's hands, tearing it apart and shoving the bits and pieces into his pockets.
"You know what happened to Alai. Ket is not letting that happen again." he takes the spear back into his hands, digging his feet through the muddy waters, advancing forward. After a few minutes of wandering, the two argonians arrive at their camp. The female reptillians are dancing, their feet and hands slamming around the ground with the males pouncing their claws onto the drums, creating a rhymtic beat.
"Get some rest, Akil." Ket says, placing his spear, noticing a female argonian standing at the entrance of one of their tents. Ket shows a wide grin onto his smudgy face, walking over with his feet digging through the dirt. Ket places his hands onto the reptile's waist, slowly advancing with her into the tent, the flap closing in the process.
It is night. The swamps are too dense to even notice a star shining upon Tamriel. Ket leaves the tent as he retrieves his gear, his claws wrapping around the spear. He places the brown-green colored backpack onto his back. The dirt is washed off of his feet as he reaches the water. The crickets surround the air with sounds, the spear shoved into the water as a cane.
"I will travel to the old ruin, retrieve anything valuable, and head back home. Without bloodshed. I will make my group proud again." he says to himself, retrieving the piece of paper he tore apart, which has been placed together again. He shows a grin on his face, peering forward as he goes on his adventure.
(This was a story of my argonian character, Ket'Zek. My apologies for any grammar mistakes, this is my first story I have ever written. I hope you like it, please let me know what you think of it. Thank you for reading!)
