AtomicDonut
Well-Known Member
Rules:
1. Use decent grammar, but you don't have to be perfect
2. Do not control other Role-Players
3. Do not be overpowered.
STORY
The Rangers once kept everything in check in Valenwood. They were a group of swift and deadly Wood Elf archers, and hardly anybody knew about them. They had ties everywhere, in the government, the Empire, and even the Thalmor. Every problem they stopped, they did it quick and clean, even before it proved a threat. When the Great War erupted and the Thalmor invaded, they overthrew the government. Not even the Rangers could stop them. Someone had betrayed the Rangers, and told the Thalmor who they were. The Rangers ended up like the Blades; shattered. Olaf, possibly the only Ranger alive, fled to Cyrodiil where he lived until the Great War was over. Once the White-Gold Concordat was signed, Olaf was enraged the Empire would give into the Thalmor. He fled to Skyrim where he started looking for more people to recruit into the Rangers and get revenge on the Thalmor.
Here goes nuthin!
The sun was setting as Olaf crept through the pine woods near Falkreath. He heard that a Thalmor patrol was coming through to spy on the city. He ducked down in the shrubs on the side of the road and readied his bow. He heard the footsteps of Elven Boots on the cobblestone path. It was the Thalmor! Three of them, armed with swords and they no doubt had a good knowledge of magic. They were in single file formation, the leader in black robes. Olaf aimed and sent a glass arrow into the heart of the leader. He dropped dead, and his followers were shocked. Olaf took out his axes and lunged out of the bushes, and hacked at the first elve's throat, sending him to the grave. He kneed the second elf in the gut, and threw him on the ground. Olaf crushed the Thalmor agent's helmet with his boot and killed the elf inside. He started to drag the bodies into the woods when he heard more footsteps down the road.....
1. Use decent grammar, but you don't have to be perfect
2. Do not control other Role-Players
3. Do not be overpowered.
STORY
The Rangers once kept everything in check in Valenwood. They were a group of swift and deadly Wood Elf archers, and hardly anybody knew about them. They had ties everywhere, in the government, the Empire, and even the Thalmor. Every problem they stopped, they did it quick and clean, even before it proved a threat. When the Great War erupted and the Thalmor invaded, they overthrew the government. Not even the Rangers could stop them. Someone had betrayed the Rangers, and told the Thalmor who they were. The Rangers ended up like the Blades; shattered. Olaf, possibly the only Ranger alive, fled to Cyrodiil where he lived until the Great War was over. Once the White-Gold Concordat was signed, Olaf was enraged the Empire would give into the Thalmor. He fled to Skyrim where he started looking for more people to recruit into the Rangers and get revenge on the Thalmor.
Here goes nuthin!
The sun was setting as Olaf crept through the pine woods near Falkreath. He heard that a Thalmor patrol was coming through to spy on the city. He ducked down in the shrubs on the side of the road and readied his bow. He heard the footsteps of Elven Boots on the cobblestone path. It was the Thalmor! Three of them, armed with swords and they no doubt had a good knowledge of magic. They were in single file formation, the leader in black robes. Olaf aimed and sent a glass arrow into the heart of the leader. He dropped dead, and his followers were shocked. Olaf took out his axes and lunged out of the bushes, and hacked at the first elve's throat, sending him to the grave. He kneed the second elf in the gut, and threw him on the ground. Olaf crushed the Thalmor agent's helmet with his boot and killed the elf inside. He started to drag the bodies into the woods when he heard more footsteps down the road.....