The Elder Scrolls: Rising Sun of the East IC
The storm has subsided hours before Muahul awoke. A rather large wave came in and crashed against the side of Muahul's face. The water pushed into his throat and he woke up coughing. Once he had gathered himself, and gotten to his feet, it dawned on him that he was no longer on the ship. Rather, he was standing barefoot on a beach with large forests behind him. Muahul turned his attention out to sea. He could see debris from the ship floating towards shore. Muahul rubbed the Mark on his chest, "finally some justice in this damned world". With that he spat onto the ground and began looking around the beach. A couple of yards down shore Muahul spotted something. He started walking towards. When he came upon it he saw the Imperial emblem on it's side. The object was a large wooden box. Muahul ran his eyes around the box, looking for an opening of some sort. There was none. It seemed the Imperials closed these with the intent to have two soldiers pry them open later on. Muahul figured it was so bandits, who are not known for their wit, wouldn't be able to get the supplies. This was a good idea, however Muahul was no bandit. He felt around the sides, looking for a side that was weakened. Eventually he came to a loose piece that had some wear to it. Muahul swung his hand down with a significant amount of force. The first blow cracked the wood, the second one broke it completely. The hole was big enough for Muahul to reach his hand in, no larger. He pried at the pieces until the hole was larger. The sun lit up the inside revealing some Imperial swords, two shields, and some papers. He had no interest in the papers or the shield, it was one of the swords that gathered his interest. It was no different in make than any of the other swords, it just caught his eye first. With a couple of swings and a jab, Muahul decided it was now his sword.
Muahul grabbed two other swords, and their sheathes, and set of down the beach. The sun beat down on him as he walked. The only clothes he had were some ragged pants, a leather belt, and a pair of sandals. The Imperials had given him a shirt but he had long since stopped using it. Because he was so large, they had him doing a lot of the hard work on the deck. Muahul walked for a few minutes before he spotted something off in the distance. It had the shape of two buildings, but Muahul was not sure. He walked a little bit closer so he could watch to see if there was anyone walking around. After a few minutes of watching Muahul decided it was safe to approach. He walked the few hundred paces to the two buildings and leaned against wall. He listened. "Ship capsized up shore a bit. What's say we check it out?" There was a small pause. "I'm sure the Thalmor have already spotted it. Damn Elves got scouts all over these parts" Muahul heard some footsteps and adjusted himself to the side a little. "We gotta cook this meat and we can't if this fire's dead. Go round back and grab some wood". Muahul heard some more footsteps and then a door open. He saw a shadow coming closer and closer. Muahul placed the extra swords on the ground, crouched, and drew his. When the man, a man of around 25 by the looks of it, Muahul jumped up and grabbed the back of the man's head. He drove the sword into the back of the man's neck, killing him instantly. Blood spattered all over his face and chest. Usually Muahul was not this brutal, but he learned through his life that it is better to speak with a sword. He had dropped his guard to many people before, and been betrayed. This time he was not going to let that happen. Muahul walked to the front door and peeked inside. The other man, a slightly older looking man was walking around. The nearest weapon was a sword on the table. He placed his hand on the door and flung it open. The man turned and drew a knife from a sheathe on his waist. The man slashed at Muahul and caught him on the chest. This just angered the Orc. He swung the sword, slicing halfway through the mans hand. The man let out a yell that was cut off by Muahul's blade piercing his chest. The man yelled loudly and it was probably audible for a few hundred feet or so.