Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150906191937/@comment-29559990-20150908202642

"Um... he... he and his..." Vordel sighed and shook his head. "This guy was a Namira Cultist. He was the head of one over in Windhelm..."

"... And my parents were in it."

GOOD GAWD ALMIGHTY, ITS A FLASHBACK!

The man's name was Dalacon. It was the Ninth Day of Second Seed. Namira's summoning day.

The day previous they had me cut up with a tiny scalpel. And I was just an infant, mind you. They had me basically engraved with a bunch of Namira insignias, and then healed me up so they scarred quickly.

The next day, they had this plan to eat me. Chop me up into little peices. Almost like a offering. Denon told me that they thought it'd allow them to summon Namira. Though, they never got this chance.

They had me on a small pedestal, and they were chanting some Namira shit. And just as they were about done and ready to eat, Denon and Hafnir barged in. Killed em all, including Dalacon. You don't know Hafnir, probably, but he was a good man. Then they brought me in to their family and that was that.

THIS IS WHERE THE FLASHBACK ENDS

"Thats... That's how this happened," Vordel mumbled, looking a little teary-eyed.