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Sorry the couple of days turned into a couple of weeks, was busier than I thought I'd be. Let me know if you want me to change anything.


Should have my CS up in the next couple of days
Hey are you still accepting characters?
I'm also interested :)
For an instant the whole world seemed to shake and a brief moment the battle stopped, people stopped to see what happened. A small cheer from the imperials erupted when they’d realised what had happened and now it was there turn to go on the offensive. Most of the elves or at least the smarter ones had started to retreat but a few still pressed on. One elf screamed and charged at Lucas, there was no real skill in what the elf was trying to do and Lucas quickly slid to the right after the elf had lunged at him and he slid his blade into the elves side. The elf was dead before he’d even hit the floor as Lucas stood over him noticing he looked even younger than himself. After a second were he caught his breath, Lucas continued to move to where the Legate was.

Infront of him an imperial was on the defensive, blocking blow after blow and the man didn’t look like he had much strength left to keep on defending so Lucas simply went behind the elf and thrusted his blade through their back. The force of the stab broke through both sides of their armour. The imperial nodded to Lucas as a thank you being too out of breath to actually say anything. Now the battle seemed to be practically over around Lucas but he wasn’t too sure what was happening further in front or behind of him. He continued to walk towards the Legate to see what was happening now. All of a sudden, an elf who appeared to be dead grabbed a hold of Lucas’s leg which shocked him, he quickly jumped back away from him. As Lucas inspected the elf, it was clear to see that they were nearly dead. “Please… Please… Help me.” The elf whispered to him. There wasn’t really much Lucas could have done even if they were on the same side and he was a gifted medic. The elf’s belly had been opened up and you could see their guts. The only thing Lucas could do was give him a quick death which he did. Lucas pushed the tip of his sword into the elves neck, he choked for a second and then passed away.

“How the hell did we get ambushed so close to fucking Solitude.” Lucas said to no one in particular thinking about it. Why had they not sent scouts ahead Lucas wondered to himself. Surely, they could have avoided the loss to their soldiers. Lucas stood still looking around at the dead bodies on the ground as the adrenaline started to leave him. It had just sunk in that this was the first time he’d ever killed someone, he really didn’t know what to feel about it. Pain came flooding back to his shield arm where he’d taken the full force of the fire ball. As he looked around, Lucas noticed the Dunmer from the night before sitting on the ground holding his leg. Lucas gave him a simple nod.
I'll start working on a cs then. :)
So seeing that it's set 100 years from now, would getting from one side of the world to the other be pretty quick?
The night seemed to be going pretty well with most of the drunken Nords seeming to leave him alone by the fire which he preferred. It was a welcome change to be on an actual seat compared to a creaking boat which was freezing at the same time. Lucas wondered to himself how long would it be until he was actually in a warm homely place like this again after tonight. A few moments later the barmaid came over with his food and chuckled to herself when she saw he’d hardly touched his drink. The food was much better than the soup though which he finished quickly. While there was sufficient light and he was on his own, Lucas pulled out a book that he’d been trying to read. A woman back in the barracks had been teaching him how to, but he still was still a novice.

As he flicked through the pages trying to find where he was up to, a voice interrupted him. “So, what do you make of this place?” Lucas looked up quickly to see the Dunmer from the Legion walking over to the seat closest to him.

Lucas looked back down to his book and replied, “Cold. I don’t know why anyone would want to live in a place this bloody cold.” In the corner of his eye, he noticed the Dunmer taking a seat as he began to try and read. As he looked at the words in front of him, his lips moved trying to spell out the words. He was told the more he practised, the less he’d move his lips and he would just hear the words in his mind. Lucas glanced up for a quick second to see if the Dunmer was watching him and went back to reading. “S, s, s, p, sp, sp, spe, spell.” He muttered to himself quietly, it was barely a whisper. A smile came over his face but it was wiped away as quickly as it appeared as he glanced up quickly again looking at the Dunmer. Lucas had no idea whether or not the Dunmer was even paying attention to him still but he felt embarrassed thinking the Dunmer was judging him. Quickly the embarrassment turned to annoyance and anger. Straight away he shut the book and stood up trying to stay calm, Lucas simply said, “I’m off to bed, early start in the morning.” And without waiting for a reply, he left for his room leaving the mead behind.




The march seemed like it was going to be cold and hard, Lucas was smiling to himself though as he was wrapped in his fur coat staying rather warm. What he wasn’t happy about though was how dirty it was getting at the bottom as it dragged through all the slutch from the melted snow and mud. As soon as he got the chance, he’d make sure to clean it again. The morning seemed to be going off without a problem though and then from all around them hundreds of strums could be heard. For a split second it sounded like people had started to play the lute until the arrows arrived.

Suddenly all you could hear was thuds and scrapes as the arrows started to connect with their targets. A few places in front of Lucas a mage had an arrow stuck in his neck as the man fell to the ground. Lucas quickly turned around to face the attackers raising his shield at the same time, the many hours of training started to kick in. An arrow skidded off his helmet. Most of the Legion had started to draw their weapons but Lucas hadn’t yet. His right hand was moving about with a white glow swirling between his fingers as he quickly muttered the words for his spell, then a white glow shone from him for a second. It happened just in time because fire balls came flying towards them and one hit Lucas directly in the shield, even though it had only hit his shield and the oakflesh spell was giving him a bit more protection, the heat from the fire ball still burned his arm slightly. The man next to him however was not so lucky, a massive fireball and hit him in the head and sent him flying back knocking over the troops behind them sending the column into disorder. At this moment the Thalmor warriors descended on them. They charged shouting their war cries and one came sprinting for Lucas with her sword held high. Quickly, Lucas raised his shield and pulled his sword out of its scabbard. It was just a plain steel sword and slightly inferior to what the Altmer had but it was in good condition with Lucas maintaining it well and sharpening it as often as he could.

The Elf slashed down smashing her sword into Lucas’s shield and another one came slashing down at him straight after, Lucas was only managing to get his shield up in time to block the shot as another came down and another. The Elf was quick but she had no real skill just over and over again she slashed down at him. As her sword went up again, Lucas pretended to lift his shield but at the last moment stepped back out of range of the attack as it came down and parried it with his sword to throw her off balance. Straight away Lucas brought his shield round to smash her in the face and then lunged with his sword quickly and hard into her stomach. The sword scraped through her armour and plunged deep into her belly. Lucas pulled the sword out and turned around looking for someone else to fight as the Elf lay dying on the floor. In front of him he saw the Legate some distance away followed by a massive Dunmer and other soldiers. Lucas moved towards them.
How is it always this bloody cold, Lucas thought to himself as he stood in line waiting for orders with the rest of Legion. He hadn’t been warm since a few days after they’d set sail to Solitude. All he wanted was to warm up next a fire so hopefully there wasn’t anything for them to do today. He looked around to see the men and women stood in line with him and noticed all the Nords smiling, not seeming to feel the cold. It annoyed Lucas as to why they could be so happy when the weather was so miserable, it was one of the few times he missed Bravil.

A few moments later after finding out there was no sleeping arrangements, most people scattered whilst the Sergeant offered people his own money as an early payment to find somewhere to sleep. There was two people who decided to take him up on his offer a Dunmer and the female Breton. He remembered her being dragged from the barracks as he laid in bed watching. Lucas didn’t take part in whatever came next but he didn’t really care too much for stopping it, thinking it had nothing to do with him and she was rather snobby. The way she even thanked him for the money annoyed him slightly. Lucas simply said, “thank you.” As he looked at the Sergeant and smiled and then walked off on his own with his wage.

The city was unknown to Lucas as he wondered around the place. Not really knowing where to go but not wanting to ask anyone for directions he found himself within the nicer district of the city. There was multiple shops and taverns here and he went into a shop that sold cloaks. He knew he’d not be able to survive in this cold with just the basic Legion armour he was given. A few moments later he walked out of the shop with his coin purse considerably lighter but a pristine black fur cloak. Lucas walked back down the road with his head held high feeling a lot more important and classier. With the amount he spent on the cloak though, he knew there was no way he could afford to stay in one of the inns in this part of city so he decided to move on until he found a place called The Winking Skeever. It didn’t look like the nicest taverns but it might be cheap and have some beds still. When he walked in he noticed Drelas from his company and gave him a nod of the head and walked to the bar asking for a bed and some food.

“I’m guessing you’ll want a drink with that?” The old woman said standing behind the bar.

“Just some water.” Lucas replied looking around to see if a spot near the fire was free.

“Water?” The woman asked.

“Yes, water.” Lucas said slightly annoyed by the question as he looked back at her as the woman who was looking at him just as confused.

“We don’t sell water, what kind of tavern would we be if we sold water to our guests.” The old woman let out of a laugh at Lucas’s request. “Now don’t be stupid dear you’ll have a mead. That will get you some hairs on your chest and you’ll not need to be striding round with a cloak wrapped around you.” Lucas was taken aback by the way she spoke to him, what kind of place insulted their guests? He just stared at her with his mouth open not really knowing what to say as he handed him a bottle of mead. “Now go take a seat and we’ll bring your food over to you when it’s ready dear.” Lucas walked off still a bit speechless but had hold of the drink. A seat close to the fire was available and Lucas went and sat down examining the bottle. The last time he tried alcohol he was around ten and him and his friends had stolen some from his father. It was his father who was the reason as to why he never drank seeing how it changed people for the worst but decided to have a swig of it anyway. After swallowing he looked at the bottle again and didn’t understand the reason why people went crazy for alcohol.
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