Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-10197675-20150405213635

([])Meanwhile deep within a crypt North of Whiterun…

The Dunmer lay on the ground his eyes closed and his mind lost in thought and sleep. Dead Drauger lay upon the ground around the Dunmer, each burnt and frazzled. The Dunmer was untouched by all the death that surrounded him, in this cold and bleak dungeon of mystery, due to his mind being cast to other matters. Many an unknown tale could be seen, as many lost travellers lay dead on the ground each either lifeless due to many slices from a Draugers Sword/Axe or frozen due to the dealing of a Draugers Frosty spell.

The Dunmer dreamt, not of death nor peace, but the toils of his past. His upbringing was a tempered one, for when he was a child he was not looked after nor taught, neither was he shown the ways of his people. He was rejected, ignored, tossed aside into the dusty meadow, forgotten entirely, having too fend and survive by himself within the wilderness of Tamreil. As a child the Dunmers only teacher was himself and by traveling different ways he started to learn and absorb the ecosystems around him, finding out about different social pathways, such as the hardy Nords from Skyrim or the snobbish Altmer of the Summerset isles. But it wasn’t until the Dunmer started to age that his knowledge of the world around him started to broaden, as things became simpler and easier. The technique of using a shield for example, to block foes attacks, or mixing ingredients’ to create potions. These became simple actions for the Dunmer, as did the complications of the Dunmers life. However tidings may never be treed (tred?) with so much ease, as niggles within the path way will always appear never faltering to do so, as every life of every being always finds or runs into the part that is there to trip them up, a part that is there to threaten and distress. And this ‘part’ was now pushing down upon this Dunmer, for a dark demon had taken him, hosting over his mind. And like a large fly quarrelling with an agile spider within its web, the Dunmer was trapped and he could not escape, for he had flew into this web and now he was facing the wrath of his predator, could he escape, or would his fate be written and his death come…

(will continue this shortly, want to post this now so I can put out a post, also the track will continue onto my next post when i put it out.) (Have I given a name to this Dunmer, I cannot even remember?)