Onyx Black
Lord of Onyx
Helloo thar. It's this guy. "Who?" good question. Dunno.
Anyway. This story is going to revolve around an Argonian, Kel (Dark complextion, crimson eyes, a scar going through one, two horns and purple hair, pointed eyebrows, wears Steel Plate without a helmet and carries a Steel Battleaxe), who is having trouble with just docile life - though he longs to fight again, often called cold and insensitive - he's trying to prove himself to others, and to rid Tamriel of it's stereotypes toward Argonians. He's also a bit conflicted as he finds himself falling for a Breton - Anyy'a Halri.
CHAPTER I - The beginning.
"Sir, surely there's some work to be done with a blade?"
"No, sorry Kel" said the Argonian guard captain "Black Marsh has been peaceful for hundreds of years, we should become familiar with it, while it lasts..."
"What do you mean?" Kel asked, confusion running across his dark face. Almost as if he had though this was something about battle and conflict.
"Outsiders" The captain said "Maybe traders, lets hope they don't turn out to be bandits like last time, you had fun chopping ones arm off"
"You really need a hobby besides using your Battleaxe"
"Ah come on! It was a bandit! I had to. Plus Air Weaver is a great weapon!"
"You name your weapons now?" Asked the captain, he never thought about naming his weapon.
"Ugh, whatever. They seem to be traders, two guards, three individuals in some furs. They don't look ill, maybe they've found a safe way to get here" Kel said, hoping to perhaps pick up some mead, the local tavern kicked him out and it was his "other hobby" you could say.
The traders stopped at the wooden gate, one Breton woman with mages robes and a hood stood forward and said "My name's Anyy'a Halri, I've gotten word from your courier and I have your shipment of Daedra Hearts, Glass Arrows and 2 crates of Nord Mead"
"All right, let them in" One gate guard said.
"On it" Another replied.
Kel was in love - "Mead! At long last!" He thought, hoping to buy a bottle or two before they're shipped to the tavern. It was right there that Kel saw the Breton take her hood down and reveal her golden hair, and untarnished face.
"By the hist..."
"Hmm?" A voice said, the Breton woman briefly heard Kel.
"Oh hello, I'm new around here, would you mind showing me around?" She asked.
"I- ugh, yes! Yes, of course. W-What's your name?" Kel had nervously asked. Hoping she would answer.
She simply said "Anyy'a Halri, didn't you hear me say it out there?"
"Ugh no, we were on one of the towers"
"We?" She asked, with a look of wonder.
"The guard captain and I" Kel said. We're friends.
"Oh, the Hist tree! I forget your culture sometimes, and that this village uses Hist trees as guard posts. I read about it though, once"
"Anyway... I've got a few places to get this stuff too, and some gear we found on the road. Now then, can you show me around?"
"R-Right this way..." Kel was stuttering, strange. He made a hand notion for her to go first, polite. But still rough in some corners.
END OF CHAPTER I
Anyway. This story is going to revolve around an Argonian, Kel (Dark complextion, crimson eyes, a scar going through one, two horns and purple hair, pointed eyebrows, wears Steel Plate without a helmet and carries a Steel Battleaxe), who is having trouble with just docile life - though he longs to fight again, often called cold and insensitive - he's trying to prove himself to others, and to rid Tamriel of it's stereotypes toward Argonians. He's also a bit conflicted as he finds himself falling for a Breton - Anyy'a Halri.
CHAPTER I - The beginning.
"Sir, surely there's some work to be done with a blade?"
"No, sorry Kel" said the Argonian guard captain "Black Marsh has been peaceful for hundreds of years, we should become familiar with it, while it lasts..."
"What do you mean?" Kel asked, confusion running across his dark face. Almost as if he had though this was something about battle and conflict.
"Outsiders" The captain said "Maybe traders, lets hope they don't turn out to be bandits like last time, you had fun chopping ones arm off"
"You really need a hobby besides using your Battleaxe"
"Ah come on! It was a bandit! I had to. Plus Air Weaver is a great weapon!"
"You name your weapons now?" Asked the captain, he never thought about naming his weapon.
"Ugh, whatever. They seem to be traders, two guards, three individuals in some furs. They don't look ill, maybe they've found a safe way to get here" Kel said, hoping to perhaps pick up some mead, the local tavern kicked him out and it was his "other hobby" you could say.
The traders stopped at the wooden gate, one Breton woman with mages robes and a hood stood forward and said "My name's Anyy'a Halri, I've gotten word from your courier and I have your shipment of Daedra Hearts, Glass Arrows and 2 crates of Nord Mead"
"All right, let them in" One gate guard said.
"On it" Another replied.
Kel was in love - "Mead! At long last!" He thought, hoping to buy a bottle or two before they're shipped to the tavern. It was right there that Kel saw the Breton take her hood down and reveal her golden hair, and untarnished face.
"By the hist..."
"Hmm?" A voice said, the Breton woman briefly heard Kel.
"Oh hello, I'm new around here, would you mind showing me around?" She asked.
"I- ugh, yes! Yes, of course. W-What's your name?" Kel had nervously asked. Hoping she would answer.
She simply said "Anyy'a Halri, didn't you hear me say it out there?"
"Ugh no, we were on one of the towers"
"We?" She asked, with a look of wonder.
"The guard captain and I" Kel said. We're friends.
"Oh, the Hist tree! I forget your culture sometimes, and that this village uses Hist trees as guard posts. I read about it though, once"
"Anyway... I've got a few places to get this stuff too, and some gear we found on the road. Now then, can you show me around?"
"R-Right this way..." Kel was stuttering, strange. He made a hand notion for her to go first, polite. But still rough in some corners.
END OF CHAPTER I