It was the middle of the night, Everyone was asleep with their heads on their pillows, deep in their dreams. Outside, the full moon was shining, Illuminating the skyline and revealing the roads where weary travelers trekked between cities. Trees waved in the wind, pushing and pulling like the tides of the ocean; in and out. The trees were tall and wide, with many a bird nesting in its branches and taking shelter from the dangers of the forest floor. Below, fallen leaves and sticks littered the ground, creating a carpeting the ground. This continued for kilometers until a wall stopped it, separating man from wild. The wall was vast in size and was scarred from centuries of use. Inside, there lay a city, where people come to make their fortune; then leave with their pockets empty and their hopes crushed.
He stood up and climbed out of his window. He just sat on the ledge, thinking until he dozed off... Until, the war horn sounded, creating a devastating noise that woke him up, only for him to fall off the ledge and smash his head on the floor.
"Hey Brynjolf, what are you doing on the floor? Get your arse up and into your chains!" Captain Karbjorn ordered him.
"Fuck," Brynjolf moaned, rubbing his head as he rose from the ground."Hahaha," Jorlein Sniggered, "you're such a dipshit Brynjolf". "You want some, mate?!" He challenged as he slapped his chest and stomped over to Jorlein to shove him into the wall. "I don't take shit from anyone? Especially not you, you insufferable twat-sack!" Brynjolf shouted at him.
Brynjolf calmed himself. But after sliding on his chain mail and grabbing his blade, captain Karbjorn charged towards him only to point his finger " Brynjolf! I don't want you picking fights with Jorlein, he's a valuable asset of our garrison, if there is an outburst like that again, I will personally dishonorably discharge you and kick you onto the streets! Captain Karbjorn screamed; his nostrils flaring.
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The City In The Sky
Acakits the first story in the tales of brynjolf. I just make it up as I go along really. Note: its pronounced bryn-yolf.