Dragonborn Role-Play!

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *Salrion (01), Dec 6, 2011.

  1. Ok then, take it away, Sal!
     
  2. Krys: *I fly about in the forest, hunting for animals to trade to the merchants*
     
  3. -I walk up and down the streets trying not to look suspicious-
     
  4. Krys: There's that brown bear Morgan wanted... *Shoots an arrow, which goes straight through it's heart* Got him. Morgan should be happy... *Goes to skin it and collect the meat as well*
     
  5. -I pull a hood over my face to hide my hair and walk quickly past the guards-
     
  6. -I watch as an overly drunk man starts yelling angrily at a young serving boy-
     
  7. Alida: *walking towards a tree, holding her bow and arrow, listening for movement*
     
  8. -I slide into the crowds easily-
     
  9. (hmm...sal that sounds familiar)

    -I quickly walk back to my house-
     
  10. Krys: *Gets the skin pelt and meat and flies back towards the town*
     
  11. Man: "Hey you little brat! Watch what you're doing! You just spilled all of my ale on me!"

    Boy: -He looks at the man terrified.-

    Man: "No sorry? Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson!" -He picks the boy up by his collar-

    -I pull a knife from the hidden sheath on my wrist sliding it into my palm. I watch-
     
  12. (Haha yup. It's how I began medieval)
     
  13. -I see a fight between a servant and a man-

    Hey! Leave him alone!

    -I run over-
     
  14. (And of course fox ruins it )
     
  15. Alida: *sits resting by the tree, breathing labored, letting her weapons fall, sighing*
     
  16. (my specialty. Thank me later...)

    -I trip and accidentally punch the man-
     
  17. (I miss savage )

    -I stop before reaching my house and run back to town- darn I was supposed to meet Tom
     
  18. Man: -He turns glaring angrily at Fox- "This is none of your business! This brat spilled ale all over me!" -He raises his gloved hand to strike the boy-

    -I barely move my arm releasing the knife. The man sees a small flash of silver and the nothing. The knife hits him hilt first in the side of the head knocking him out cold. I give no indication I threw the knife-
     
  19. Krys: *Flies silently into town, hiding her wings and falling to the ground out of sight inside the city walls* Now to deliver it. *Walks to the butcher's*
     
  20. Nice aim.

    -I slip the servant boy enough money for three days worth of food-