Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170315205423/@comment-5543592-20170320173415

"It starts shitty and ends shitts, you'll be a fan. I owned a smithy shop in Alinor.  Alinor, Alinor.  It's hard to stay in business there, because the pro's have had like two hundred years to get good at their trade, and most Altmer don't really want to buy from an elf who only just reaches average height.  Anyway, I'm working one day, it's late at night, and these four guys show up.  Two Imperials, a Redguard, and Nord, I'll remember them forever.  No words or anything, one guy just starts walking towards me, dark look on his face.

She frowned at the memory, and continued. "I grew up in the inner-part of the city, so I think it's not my first run-in with something like this-- I think. I've got the hammer and tongs because I'm finishing a blade for a Thalmor officer, and I throw the tongs and unfinished tang at him, then clock him in the head with the hammer.  The other three guys probably thought I would be easy to take down, but now I've got the hammer, and I've sent one of their buddies to the ground, so they all come at me.  Nightblood," she reached back and patted the sword’s metal sheath, "is sitting nearby.  I pick him up and start swinging him at them, and they back off pretty fast.  I guess they decide I’m not worth it, because they pull out their own swords.

“I can swordfight a bit, and Nightblood’s a good blade, but these guys looked tough and there’s three of them. They disarm me at the start, drag me and their unconscious friend into the street, and start moving all the swords I’d had finished outside, then burn down the shop. No idea what’s going on at that point, although I’m sure it’s going to end with me face down in ditch. But this Justicar heard the racket, and walks by. They decide to kill him first, except that’s a mistake, because he’s a fucking whirlwind of death. Once they’re all in pieces, literal pieces, we talk and wait until the first guy wakes up and the Justicar, Hrathmar, makes him talk. Apparently, they’d been hired to kidnap me and take all the weapons from my shop. And they won’t be the last. Hrathmar kills the guy, tells me to leave Alinor, and tell no one where I’m going. Which I did.

“So, now, everyone thinks I’m dead, and I’ve had people chasing me every step of the way. Some through Valenwood, then on the road in Elsywer, and a few days ago on the border. I stayed in Skingrad for a day, the machines attacked, got dangled upside down by my leg for a few hours, and then met you.” She lifted a hand in his direction.