Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170922212658/@comment-1592115-20171017154650

"I'm much different. As you can tell, I'm a homeless scavenger, the kind of person who could never find a job. And I had no septim to even buy a sword, every single coin was like a precious gem for me. My weapon of choice? Whatever I come across. Be it a fork, a knife, or even an apple."

Lorenz commented, while twirling that piece of broken sword, it seems the sword was made of ancient Nordic materials, not difficult to find in the region of Skyrim, but no one can repair them.

"And for this broken sword? I found it on a beef jerky in an ancient Nordic ruin when I was a child, the very first thing I brought down by myself without anyone's help. So yeah, it's one of a kind, there's no way to reproduce the experience like that. At least, that's the only thing I can remember about my past. Every time I look at this sword, it reminds me that I can overcome the dark moments."

"And perhaps, it's the odd satisfaction of overcoming strong foes with some improvisation and ridiculously weak gears."