Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-29559990-20150923202734

''Why are you telling her this? You've never....''

Athorian slowly removed the top part of his cuirass, and turned to show her the tatoo of the eagle with magnificent wings. Under it, was the word "Dominion's own". (Like this)

"I'm Ex-Thalmor..." He admitted to her. "I left on bad terms..."

"We were on a raid of some Orc Stronghold down in Valenwood. Buncha peaceful sods. And we were going in on what I thought was a peaceful negotiation... Then they started sacking the damn place,"

Athorian sat down in a nearby chair. "Killed all the women. Killed all the children. Took all the men slaves. Loaded em up on the Ship, and started takin' em. So, letting morale take reign, I got em all trained, stirred em up, and then let em outta their chains..."

"That's how I got my crew. And my ship," Athorian finished. "They were loyal men. Better fighters and looters than any sod in the Dominion..."