Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-27025277-20161123141839

"About one hundred fifty seven years ago, I knew this Werewolf who traveled from Skyrim to High Rock to see his ancestors land. We met of course through his and my howls in the Wilderness. He and I grew pretty close as friends, and I hated to see him go. We kept in contact via courier until one day his letters stopped completely. It hurt me a lot to discover he had been 'purged' by some Vigilants of Stendarr." Niklaus stated,"It is a hard life knowing that each corner's turn holds someone who despises what and who you are, and they'd rather see you dead than ever find out what kind of person you are."