IAmAugustReignFendryn
The start of Fendryn's adventure had started off disappointingly normal compared to the stories he'd been told has a child of great heroes who wondered off to accomplish great deeds. He'd woken up at dawn and said his farewell's to his family and friends and set off heading towards Cheydinhal and then from there, he went down The Blue Road heading west. The only exciting part about his day was seeing The Imperial City from a distance. Fendryn had never seen anything quite like it. He'd heard about it before but the description had never done it any justice. When he arrived at the end of The Blue road and could only go right or left with The Imperial City towering in front of him, he just stood there for a while taking in the sights before going right.
A few more hours had gone by when he reached a small village with a sign coming from the biggest building there that read, 'Roxey Inn and Steakhouse'. The sun was slowly going down and it wouldn't be long until it was dark so he didn't see any harm in using some of his money that his Mother had given him to buy some food and a room for the night. Fendryn thought he'd be spending enough time sleeping in camps when he finally became a soldier for the Empire so he'd make the most of sleeping on an actual bed whilst he could.
The rest of the night nothing out of the ordinary happened apart from when Fendryn got his meal of a roast chicken. It was the most he'd ever eaten in his life. He was close to bursting as he slid down the chair and put a hand on his belly and sighed. With the heat from the fire and his full belly, Fendryn could feel his eyes getting heavy. It didn't take him much longer to get up off the seat and head towards his room for an early night. As he stood, he noticed another elf hidden away in the corner eating. Fendryn was surprised to see another elf being in a small town in Cyrodiil but he paid it no mind and headed off to his room passing a young Breton girl who'd just wondered in.
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As dawn arrived, Fendryn slowly woke up stretching and letting out a long, slow yawn. He sighed as he got out of bed and started to put his clothes on and gather the rest of his equipment together. When he arrived into the main room were the only person who was up before him was the innkeeper himself. Fendryn paid for two fried eggs and some sausages as he waited patiently on one of the tables closest to the bar. He closed his eyes and started to hum a song quietly until the food was brought to him. The food so far was the favourite part of the adventure to Fendryn, if he was still at home he'd have only been given a little bit of bland porridge which he hated.
As he tucked into his breakfast the Breton girl that he'd passed the night before, came into view looking a lot worse for wear and heading straight to the barkeeper. Fendryn was only half paying attention to conversation until he heard the girl say zombie. His head shot up from his meal and started to listen to the conversation. Fendryn didn't believe what he was hearing. A zombie? He didn't even believe they were real, just a story people made up in horror stories to frighten each other. As his head started to wonder thinking of what it looked like, an elf interrupted the girl telling how he had helped her and the innkeeper was only giving the money after he'd seen the corpse.
The three left the inn together and within a minute Fendryn was following them, he wanted to finish off his breakfast first, he didn't want somebody eating it while he wasn't there. It didn't take him long to find to find them with the village only being small. He arrived at an abandoned church and saw the three of them hovering around a completely burnt body. Fendryn was pretty disappointed with it purely because it was unrecognizable and burnt to a crisp. There was just bits of the body scattered about the place. It did make Fendryn a little queasy though seeing the body. He only just managed to keep his breakfast down as he started to walk around to get a closer look. After a few yards, he still hadn't took his eyes off the zombie and nearly fell over a piece of wood. As he looked to see what it was, it turned out to be a crossbow not just a piece of wood. As he went to pick it up an elk flew through the tree line and crashed near them with someone holding on to it.
