Immortal's Madness
Shall We Begin?
Chapter 1
"You know, the provinces? They all got their problems. "Hiisss, get out of my sight, Javiki don't like to hear you breath." A marsh land that always get the wrong end of the stick. The elves dipped in ash, the local reptiles and their talking trees and no one seems to be fond of cats.
A cold damned land, with underground elves, dragons enslaving men but they eventually beat them dead but can one really kill a dragon? Perhaps, but, someone has to rule, some realm has to take control, Gods forbid there just be sweet, sweet anarchy.
We all, have our tale, some who have greater make it in legends, songs, paintings, statues and the like I suppose. But what am I to all this?
They say this is the end of an era you know.
There is always an end.
I've seen the end of a realm already you know. But will they listen? Course not! I'm stuck at the bottom of the imperial city!
I use to be an adventurer you know, a fantastic one! Until I was shot and everyone started going on about taking an arrow to the knee! It wasn't the pain that hurt, just the annoyance of having them laugh, all of them.
But anyway, this all started when I was looking for any traces of my Great Grandmother you know.
The one who hooked up with a God, can you believe it?"
"...Any idea what this man is on about?"
"... I don't know but it seems mad enough just for me to listen."
The imperial soldier sat on the stool next to the cell, the Dunmer across the room leaned on the cell bars, watching the Breton sit cross legged at the base of his prison door, who now looked surprised at the guard.
"What, no "Shut up, you filth?"The Breton asked, his voice turning high like a beckoning child. The Imperial slowly turned to look at him from the allowance of his peripheral, finding the prisoner pushing his face against the bars now.
"I have told you that time and time again-"
"How many times exactly, please sir, I need to hear you say it." The mad man interrupted, causing the annoyed Imperial to sigh in frustration.
"... I have told you approximately 56 times, and it has yet to work. It's a long night for me, so just make this one good, alright?"
The Breton smiled, it was curiously knowing. The dark elf notice how handsome he could actually be if he wasn't so filthy.
This man seemed to have such an abnormal child like charm, a wild expressive voice that matched his vibrant yellow green eyes and slate grey hair. The man who forgot his name. The man who never cared.
"So anyway, your grandmother?" The Dunmer inquired.
"My grandmother was a pretty fish you know, swam upstream through the rest of the birds." he explained excitedly. The dark elf glowered, "You don't make any sense." he sneered.
"Then don't sense me words, see them you simpleton! She was, a tad, unique, like me. I found her journal you know. I've seen the records, she was brilliant..." The prisoner nodded smiling as if filled with fond memories.
"She was a girl, just trying to make her way in this land." He began, though now his voice was more calm and captivating.
"A land she'd come to be annoyed of, a province plagued with squabble and war like a flea bitten dog. A civilized wilding who lived in the forest since she left Kvatch. She was very alone for days on end, what else could you do but have a little chat to yourself?"