Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181016223810/@comment-7262318-20181017024702

Even though he felt weak, as if a sudden severe case of rockjoint had just seized control of his body, he began to speak.

"I didn't leave Markarth by choice. I'm the son of Ulren Silver-Blood," He sighed. Though he realized she probably would not know who that was. "Ulren... my family, the whole Silver-Blood family, were merchants of crime and corruption. They had vast empires of skooma, weapons, moon sugar, and anything else valuable we could get our hands on, all hidden under legitimate business..."

He shook his head. "Torus, my brother... he wanted nothing to do with it, so he ran off to join The Companions. My father left everything to me, but I wanted nothing to do with it either. So he left the operation in the hands of his friends, his fellow noblemen, until either of his sons wanted to come back and take the reigns. That was what he wrote in his will. He always had hope we would come around..."

"I... I didn't want anything to do with it. But his friends, once they got his riches, they didn't want me in the way regardless. They tried to have me hauled off to prison. And I... I fought out of it..."

He clutched his stomach. "I... I killed a lot of people to escape. Guards and more guards that... That I had known all my life. And with a snap of the finger, they were cornering me and I had... cut through them all..." He murmured. He was on the verge of tears. "I ran to Whiterun. And I've been running ever since... I changed my name to Alvoran to hide."

He looked out across the water. "I was born Kjoren Silver-Blood. Your galliant hero is nothing more than a coward, a murderer, and the son of a criminal..." He said. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he did not dare face her.