Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141106144243/@comment-3293219-20141113140842

Arild sighed, he didn't exactly hide his hatred for the legion and he didn't feel that his reason were unjust.

"I used to own a farm, up north, during the civil war, the Legion stole it from me, due to it's strategic location.

I had to live with my sister-in-law for two years, every day I was reminded of how I lost my house by her and my bitch wife. Needless to say, I hated the legion more and more, with each passing day." He seethed, clenching his hand into a fist before resting it on his knee.

"'Why didn't you defend our home Arild?' 'Why didn't you fend them off?'" He said, in a dismissive tone.

"Trust me, two years of that is enough to make anyone hate something... Of course, my prayers were answered, when the Stormcloaks won and pronounced the liberty of all of Skyrim's Nords.

Well, except for the Nords who are half giant, they can go to hell, back where they came from. So they moved a nice, pretty, Nord family into my house and my 'mutant' children and I were left in the streets.

I tried to live with my sister-in-law, get a job, do all that bullshit again. But in the end, I gave up, I was angry and I gave up on that and on everything else.

I have the Legion to thank for that."