Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161004122413/@comment-19164168-20161118112611

"I see..." Alan said. Now that he knew Erissa's story, and as to why she desperately wanted the Nirncrux, it was all clear to him now.

"But you do realize that even with Nirncrux, it is still uncertain that one can defeat a Fontaine with it" he shrugged.

"In any case, I believe it's time for me to give my side of the story." He sighed, before finally spilling the beans.

"I was born in a family of minor nobility. Bound to servitude to a higher house. I know well why my mother hates the very family that she and I serve because of an affair from one of it's members. A cowardly man unwilling to tarnish his reputation, and threatened my mother with death and nonexistence should she ever speak up.

For years, i tried to search an answer to this problem, all while training myself in the art of combat under my own terms, and sometimes with the help of others. I learned that I had a power that allowed me to summon anything I keep, and a few more that I won't mention.

Eventually, i managed to catch up to the truth. It... sickened me to my core. My family, a lower house, a servant family of the dreaded family that rules Daggerfall."

Alan then summoned what looked like a very intricate sword, which was extremely sharp.

"...And since then, I swore that I would carve my own fate, no matter what the cost, and no matter how many lives I would take. There is no cost too great, nor any sacrifice too large. if I have to kill every single being in Tamriel to fulfill my goal, then so be it" he declared, as his eyes glowed dark blue a bit.

"One day, i will find the bastard that made my mother suffer and feed him his own eyes. One day. just not today."