Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150321040314/@comment-5543592-20150323014319

"I was guard, in Riverwood, before the war.  I joined to help people, you know?  It was good at first.  I liked my job, did it well.  Was a guard for 10 years.  Then, of course, the Legendries came.  One of them, some funny gobshite who could control water, took over.  He said he was the town's mayor now.  No one resisted, they'd be stupid to.  He said the guards had to listen to him now.  Some of the garrison quit, most stayed as his private spooks.  I left town immeidately, said that I couldn't live with myself if I enforced a Legendary's sick rules." He reached behind himself and pulled something from his belt and held it up- a small, wooden buckler with the Whiterun sigil painted on it. "Protect and serve.  That's what I had pledged to do.  I joined the Reclaimers when they first started up a few weeks later.  Turns out leaving was a good idea." He laughed bitterly. "Ghost came into Whiterun a few months later, killed the 'mayor' and everyone in Riverood."