Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20150518023506/@comment-24760123-20150523011435

Amelia looked at her, mournfully. She began to tell a story.

"It was the 30th of Frostfall, 4E 171. Sekmir was about 10, while I was 12. Our parents had gone to Valenwood a few weeks back on a assignment for the Blades, and they were due back on the 5th of Morningstar. For the moment, we were staying at Candlehearth Hall."

A tear rolled down from her right eye.

"A courier burst into the inn, saying that the Thalmor had provided an ultimatum to the Empire. when they refused, the Thalmor knocked over the cart they had took with them. It was full of the heads of all the Blades in Summerset and Valenwood. Two of them were our parents."

"Sekmir and I escaped that night. we've been on the run since then. when the Great War ended, i came to terms with the fact that my parents were dead and moved on. Sekmir has never done that."

Amelia wiped away the tears she was crying.

"He's been the one on the run since that day. I've followed him, trying to convince him to stop running from the truth. He never listened, or stopped running."