Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190906002631

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Jehannan Reach.

The village of Balesdorn was a small stead existing of only nine little homes. A part of the kingdom that hadn't seen a Lord in the flesh for quite some time. Even the wars plaguing the region seemed to have completely gone by without the villagers taking any notice, not that they were complaining. They were but a collection of hardy folk, content with doing an honest day's work tending their fields.

Balesdorn may have been situated in the Reach, known for its jagged spires and rocky ground, but beyond Skyrim that region also existed out of some pretty dense forests and a few patches of arable land. Balesdorn lay by such land. Nestled comfortably between the Crow mountain peaks and the forest of Yfrelle, a small mountain stream nourished the soil and the forest provided woodland creatures to hunt.

Today Gambron, the local butcher, had taken his son, Bram out for such a hunt. Last Seed would bring with it the feast accompanying the end of the season and it was traditionally celebrated with a nice meat stew, with the secret of its recipe only known by the butcher's family.

Bram had been eager to shoot his first game. He considered it a step to becoming a man. Something he deemed very important. He had been practicing with the bow all summer for the occasion and now it was finally happening.

As father and son wondered the forest in search for a fine deer, the secret ingredient of that stew being venison, they found tracks of an animal that was unlike anything they had ever seen. A bear. Only... much larger. A monster.

Gambron would insist that they return home, that it wasn't safe, but Bram rebelled. He wouldn't have this moment, the moment he had waited for all summer, ruined because there had been at some point a giant bear in the woods. Reluctantly the father agreed, thinking that if they found a deer fast enough they could be out of the woods before too long.

It was then, that they were faced with the monstrous beast. No arrow would hurt it. No shout could scare it. The bear raised its mighty claws and... sliced a tree in half. The boy and his father ran like they had never run before, even tripping over a few branches. The bear did not give pursuit.

Once they returned to Balesdorn and told the other villagers of the monster in the woods, and how they had to gather all men to kill it Graicus was already back on the move. Fighting with himself over the fact he had let the humans live. But it just hadn't seemed right to kill them... As natural as it would've felt.

Deeper into the reach he ran, drawn by Hircine's call to meet up with his followers.