xsneakyxsimx
Well-Known Member
Okay, time for a little free-writing practice. I'm going to type out a prologue, with the intent of getting one paragraph per user (limit of five paragraphs per post three to five lines long and no repeats, but you can post multiple times). The sky's the limit for how to write and the direction of the story, but it would be good for it to maintain a general flow. (Intro provided by fellow user Cordelia.)
Halig woke to the sound of iron on iron and felt the chill of straw-covered stone beneath his back. How much did he have to drink last night? It worried him that the image of a burly Argonian in a kilt haunted his foggy memories, but more worrying was his complete lack of pants. Groaning, he hauled his heavy frame to sit, mostly by dragging it against the wall beside him. His head swam and throbbed in time with the rhythmic pounding of metal on metal, punctuated by the astringent hiss as something hot was submerged in what he assumed was water.
'Nice of you to join us,' barked a man's voice much louder than was necessary. So loud, in fact, it made his eyes hurt more than his pounding head. 'Wasn't even sure you were alive.' A grunt added what Halig could only vaguely register as some kind of humor.
Carefully, he peeled one eye open to survey his surroundings through the haze of a hangover, unsurprised to see the fuzzy silhouettes of a smithy. At least it smelled as bad as it made him feel.