The Dragonborn was taking a jaunty stroll through the village of Morthal, admiring the sights and taking in the great scenery of the river nearby. Birds in the distance chirped with the coming of spring, wild and tamed fauna alike bellowed and whinnied from inside their pens. But one particular creature stood out to the wandering Dragonborn. A chicken, with speckled salt and pepper feathers, was croaking in an abominable manner.
The Dragonborn stood at the gate of the pen, glaring crazily at the strange, bewildering annoyance. Hatred, something that the Dragonborn's pure heart rarely ever felt, overcame him. With the creak of wood and hinges, he opened the gate, slowly walking forward to approach the irritating creature. It smelled of chicken feed and feathers. The Dragonborn's eye twitched, his long hair swished in the wind.
The next moment, an ear-splitting boom shook the village and the chicken was suddenly twenty feet forward, splattering in a hideous display against the wood of a townsperson's house. From inside, only a thud and a croak was heard, but the agitated farmer quickly exited to see the red stain upon the planks of his house wall.
"What have you done!" He exclaimed, flustered and angry. Hurriedly he unsheathed his dagger and charged forward, his child looking on with an awestricken expression. The Dragonborn turned, and, to his surprise, the town guard had taken notice of the situation.
"Halt," The guard shouted. "In the name of the law!" There was no other choice. The Dragonborn now realized he had to claw his way out of the situation. Three other townspeople approached, as well as at least a dozen of town guards. Unsure but determined, the Dragonborn drew his blade and swung it forth into the crowd. The three townspeople were suddenly slain, falling to the ground with gashes along their shoulders and chest. They clambered onto the cobble, wailing in pain as they clutched their wounds.
A guard, shield-raised, ran forth towards the Dragonborn. The sudden shockwave of the Dragonborn's kick sent the guard stumbling backwards, and quickly a blade was plunged into the guard's heart. A cry of pain and a shout of lust for vengeance later, the Dragonborn lay dead with an arrow pierced through his skull.
Codey let out a shout, smashing balled fists onto his desk.
"Chickens, man," He said over skype to Bob. "Chickens. Every. Time."