Joshua Williams

2nd Hour, Creative Writing

So This Is Skyrim
Picture a vast landscape, full of wildlife.
Where people of all races live together in the nine holds of the land.
Up north and far east, snow and ice cover the land and streams.
Over west there are towering, jagged mountains with major valleys.
In the middle there are flat grasslands, and to the south, forests.
Spread throughout are old, decrepit ruins of ancient nordic life,
beware of the dead in the ruins for they dont rest like they should.
Deep under this land are massive caves with advanced machinery
built by the mysteriously, absent dwarves. Where the dwarves
vanished, the betrayed, savage, blind snow elves known as the
Falmer survive, rarely going to the surface.
Randomly you might stumble upon a shrine to one of the sixteen
daedric lords of the Oblivion realm. Approach them with caution as
they might try to lure you to do evil deeds for them. The gravel and
stone roads that expand the land, be careful as you tread for you might
get ambushed by low-life, barbaric, bandits who usually dont take
prisoners.
Upon the tallest mountain, also known as the Throat of the World,
rests a group of elderly men known as the Greybeards, who have
mastered the Way of the Voice also called the Thu'um or Dragonspeak.
People who learn to live here love the land, others like to disagree
with the natives saying that Skyrim is unlawful, dangerous, hostile and
will rip you to shreds if you're not careful. They might be right but a
brave soul can achieve anything in this land. Those souls make it
into legends.
So I tell you this, making a poem to show you the way,
is a real challenge that I tried to convey.
But what is said and done from my point of view
now is known by more, me and you.