Carrying on from the thread where we as a community created a character via voting (for reference see: http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1148832-the-elder-scrolls-v-general-discussion-character/). Now that we have his basic set-up, I thought it would be interesting to start a chain of paragraphs that build his story. For instance, one poster might write a paragraph describing the scene or scenario, while the next poster might choose to build off of that by starting a conversation or conflict with another character in context of the previous post. In essence, creating one cohesive story built by all of us!

The purpose of this is to not only to have fun and be creative, but to get a better feel for who we are as a community. A nice little side effect of this thread-game is that this creates is a bit of creative discussion on some of the things we'd like to see in TES V: Skyrim.

Now onto the goods. The character as voted by us is a 26 year old Nord male from Skyrim who is a proficient warrior. From the consesus in the posts I've deduced that he is a stong and fierce warrior that has been captured by the Dunmer in Solstheim for cruelty to the refugees that have been flooding in from the ruined husk that is Morrowind. He doesn't like the Dunmer and had been using his large Barbarian looks to terrorize and murder the helpless people when he was caught and imprisoned. He's strapped in platemail and draqed in furs, scars and tattoos lining his Nordic face.

Keep your post to a paragraph or two, and keep it relevant to the character and building on the continuity created by the previous posters and Elder Scrolls lore. If you're looking for reference, check out http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Main_Page. I've tried to mix everyone's ideas into a story that everyone will enjoy, so here goes, and commence creating!

I'll start with the first couple paragraphs:

Ulfgar sat crupled in the corner of his rotting cell. The moon was high in the sky and distant owls called to the dark night from the forest somewhere to the north of where he sat. He had wandered to far into the southern territories of Solstheim where the Dunmer were beginning to set up small settlements. Ulfgar never saw himself as a particularily bad man, but ever since the elves had arrived, his home was slowly being taken over by dirty and filthy refugees. He saw this as reason enough to defend his land from the dark skinned invaders.

He tried to avoid looking into the deep red eyes of his guards as they peered down upon him. He rested his head upon the cell that they had lashed together with numerous tall pine trees. There was several small tents set up outside of his cell where this particular band lived out of; and it was obvious they were planning on staying. It wasn't long before Ulfgar noticed that outlines had been drawn in the ground in the shapes of more permanent hovels.

But the remimants of Ulfgar's damage layed strew about the camp. Mangled bodies were scattered about and their blood soaked into the lush mossy ground turning it crimson. Ulfgar had managed to take out several of the warriors of the tribe, but it wasn't long before the others had jumped him from behind and knocked him unconscious. It had been his relictance to kill women and children that he had been stopped. He decided that if he hadn't hesitated, then he would've slaughtered them all. Still, the body count was enough to quel the bloodlust that surged through his veins.

Thinking it better to leave the mess of bodies behind, Ulfgar set out to the west, following the setting of the sun. It would be safer to walk back to the village along the coast, where no wolves were likely to sneak up on him and less likely to lose himself in the woods. And it would give him time to come up with a plan.

Walking at a slow pace, Ulfgar tried to calm the rage that only now started to die down inside of him. He didn't want to make any rash mistakes. This was the Skaal's island, he has to make sure that the Dunmer were dealt with efficiently and permanently. No sense in worsening things. But how would they get drive back the Dunmer? How could they, when they were being helped by the Imperials. Those pathetic meatbags. The clattering of their teeth always reminded Ulfgar of septims being jingled. "You can't trust anything an Imperial says, else they'll get you to hand over your wife, daughter and house in no time." This only irritated Ulfgar further.

Just as the sky was about to darken, he could just hear the waves hitting the coast. Following the sound, Ulfgar was careful not to become too lax. He had already received too many scars by letting his guard down out in the wild like this.

He instinctively rubbed his temple.

The trees started to rustle, and it seemed like the snow was about to fall. With his axe held softly on his right shoulder, Ulfgar continued down to the water.

The story wil begin with the PC either captured or in prison. Skyrim is supposedly in internal strife right now, so I'm guessing that there will be a band of mercenaries or rebels that rescue your character right before he/she is executed by a guillotine.

Not what we're talking about. Look http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1148832-the-elder-scrolls-v-general-discussion-character/.

Awesome update Arcane, and thanks for clarifying for me! Hopefully we'll get some more good additions!

Aw, I was looking forward to a little more enthusiasm around this story. But it's already on page 4 :shakehead:

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Ulfgar walked along the coast, trying to stay aware of his surroundings. But the rhythmic sweeping of the waves over the coast did dull Ulfgar's fury. He started walking in step with the ocean's beats, if only to keep him from dozing off.

He enjoyed the feeling of the wind blowing snow past his body; it made him feel strong. As if his skin were stone.

Ulfgar had travelled somewhat north, the moon was now high above in the sky. He started to feel a familiar growl in his stomach. He knew that he couldn't eat any meat yet; he wouldn't be able to eat it without cooking it, and he can't cook it without making a fire. That would definitely attract unnecessary attention. He stoically moved on without giving it another thought. Ulfgar knew how to deal with hunger.

"What can I do? Warn the villagers? They're already angry that the Imperials built their fort on our island, it'll push them over to know that they're expanded upwards. They'll think me a lass for not being able to stop them." While he had taken several guards down with him when he escaped, Ulfgar knew hew wouldn't be able to stop them.

"Once we've got them into a real fight, they'll fall quickly enough. But I can't fight alone; one stray arrow and then I'm useless. I need other warriors from the village."

With this vague idea in mind, Ulfgar went on, walking in time with the ocean.

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A light shone in the distance, no larger than any other stars that hung over the ocean. But it was a deeper colour. Not a brilliant white. More like... fire.

"What the-?"

You and me both! It was worth a shot though .