To those who play SKYRIM – Beautiful woman.

Matt Asked: To those who play SKYRIM?

Just a little something i have worked on for about, an hour and a half. Give it a read please

A crisp, cold, and bright morning greeted me as I regained consciousness. Although my head still ached and my vision blurred, I could still, vaguely, make out my surroundings. I was seated on the back of a wooden cart, hands bound and twisted uncomfortably behind my back, sending spikes of pain up my arms at the slightest bump of a wheel on rock. Snow-capped trees to either side of the path the wagon was bumping along obscured my vision of more then a couple feet on either side. Large slabs of rock occupied the area adjacent to the winding road. As my vision cleared, I noticed the large cliff faces on either side of the road, thinking to myself that they looked almost familiar. The rough cobblestone path was causing the tension on my already uncomfortable taut shoulder muscles to increase and revert in irregular intervals. The sour aroma of Imperial bred horses filled my nostrils, mercilessly assaulting them with the foul stench. My sense of sight recovering completely, I took in my more immediate surroundings, which consisted of a string of carts like the one I was occupying, scattered throughout the path, seemingly with no set distance between them. A heavy cloud of fog blanketed the front of the procession, preventing me from seeing more then several meters ahead of where I was seated. Each wooden cart was driven by two sleek, dark, horses, being directed by an imperial legionnaire.

I directed my attention to the legionnaire directing the horses drawing my cart. He was short, but heavily built, seemingly focused on his task. He was clad in chain mail armor, wearing a dark brown tunic bearing the symbol of the empire (The form of a dragon in the shape of a diamond) along with a thick, leather helmet, which rested firmly upon his head. As the slope of the narrow path increased, I slowly turned my attention to the three other individuals who shared the cramped cart with me. The first my eyes fell upon was a tall man of medium build seated directly across from me. He had long unkempt hair, the color of gold, and a short, straggly beard covering most of his face. He had icy blue eyes, that seemed to be focused on the wooden slats making up the floor of the cart, and pale skin, caked with dirt . He bore the armor of the rebel Stormcloak faction of Skyrim, A padded brown tunic with a long blue scarf, wrapped around the neck and slung carelessly across one shoulder. His hands were bound behind his back in a similar fashion to my own, in fact, looking around the cart, I noticed the other two occupants seemed bound as well. The second man was seated next to the first, wearing naught but stain covered rags, encrusted with layer upon layer of dirt. He was shorter then the first, and had a slight build. His hair was long, dark and matted, his eyes large and fearful, frantically searching for some way to escape. My eyes then fell upon the third man, seated next to me. He was extremely tall, and heavily built, though from his hunched posture, it was difficult to tell at first glance. His back was turned to me and his long straw colored hair obscured his face completely, save for the tip of his nose, which protruded out of the curtain of hair. He was clothed in almost regal attire, wearing heavy furs on top of thick, cloth garments. Just then, one of the wheels beneath us struck a rock and jolted us forwards, and for a split second, his eyes locked with mine. They were cold, the color of steel, and seemed to glow with authority. The moment lasted only a quick second before his eyes were again hidden behind the straw colored curtain. The silence between us was broken only by the steady clacking of the horses hooves meeting the stone beneath, the cold southern wind, whistling through the outstretched branches of the deep green pine, and the occasional rustling of a bush as we proceeded past.

Suddenly, the Stormcloak seemed to realize I had come to.

Hey you, your finally awake. He said gruffly.

I nodded.

You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, He paused And that thief over there! Here he nodded towards the second man.

Damn Stormcloaks Croaked the second man, Skyrim was fine until YOU came along. Empire was nice, lazy. If they hadnt been looking for you, I could have stolen that horse and been halfway to hammerfell by now He said angrily, glaring at the first man. He then turned his attention to me; You there! We shouldnt be here, its these Stormcloaks the Empire wants!

The first man laughed, We're ALL brothers and sisters in binds now, thief He spat the last word out bitterly, as if it left a bad taste on his tongue.

The Imperial in charge of our cart finally seemed to take notice of the talk going on.
Hey, Shut up back there!