The Elder scrolls: Fyder

Just some Skyrim drawings.

1 - Skyrim "BEAST" races

“It’s a spell!!” I exclaim. I start to read the scroll aloud “Dil Laag!” The spell gives an undesired effect, making me become weak and slowly fall asleep……

“GASP! Where the heck am I?!” I confusedly shout as I look around and see no swamp in site, “You’re lucky you survived, you could have got stuck in there forever…you should be grateful that I saved you” Say’s the carriage driver…

“Who are you?” I ask

“Oh, I am Hinzaal and you are?”

“Arthur…Arthur Klint”

“Well nice to meet you Arthur, we’re heading to the Southeast Empire”

“Great! That’s where I’m going”

We finally greeted with giant stone walls as we enter the Empire, but suddenly Bandits appear out of the forest surrounding the city and I am dragged out of the carriage and thrown onto the floor “Give us your gold!!” Says the Bandit chief. I sit there lost for thought…What should in do?

Hey there!

Day 3 of the Journey to the Southeast Empire. My boots are soaked to the core and my equipment is falling apart, these past nights have been restless after never finding a place to make camp…I guess I’ll have to keep going.

I close my journal and safely lower it into my bag, I pan across the harsh land scape and spot a hill. ‘I’ll be able to a better vantage point if I walk to the top’ I think to myself as a swing my bag over my back. I take one large step into the bog the surrounds the hill and my foot get submerged in bog water, I take another step and sink even more…but faster. Soon I find myself immersed in bog liquid and I am stuck with no one in view to help, until I see blurry character in the distance. I squint and move my head forward to try get a better look, ‘I looks like a Khajiit’ I think then I shout “HELP! I need help I’m sinking!!” The Khajiit races over to me “In trouble?” he asks then reaches down to pull my out. “Nice Dagger you got there, you know I needed a new Dagger myself” He says with a grin on his face as he snatches the dagger from my bag.

“Hey that’s my Dagger!” I shout

 “I know”

“You can have it if you help me out of here”

“GASP” I jolt up from my bed after another long night of horrible nightmares. I hear talking and cheering coming from outside my window, then I remember that it’s the day of the Festival. I slowly roll out of bed and drift over to the Closet to pick out my best outfit for the occasion, the festival reminds everyone about the war that happened hundreds of years ago that saved my people as we entered this land. Suddenly I hear a knock at my door, I quickly throw on some pants and hurry to the door. “Hello Sir…” The Courier scans through the long list of names until and comes to a stop. “Are you Arthur Klint?” he asks while only slightly looking up from his list. “Yes I am, what have you got for me?” I ask, he hands me a small letter that is folded neatly with a red seal on the front. “That’s all, good day Arthur” he says as he walks into the crowd of people in the street. I close the door and walk over to the old wooden table a sit down on my rickety chair. I carefully unfold to letter, I reads:

Dear Arthur

By the time you read this letter it may already be too late...

...but if it is not I plead of you to get out of city as quick as you can. The Orcs are coming during the festival to assassinate the king and destroy the city.

When you are out of the city meet me near the Southeast Empire and then I’ll have time to properly explain what’s going to on.

From

……….

I quickly grab a bag and stuff it full of things I need and rush out the door. The streets are like a river of people as I push and weave through the crowd, finally I reach the city gate and I sprint into the massive planes of Fyder. I see the Orc legion gather on a mountain towering over the city. That is when I knew my home town would be reduced to rubble and there was nothing I could do. 

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