Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-29461586-20150205083238

''...War... War never changes...''

''Ever since the disappearance of a legendary hero, Tamriel has fallen into strife and discord. Crime runs rampant, bloodsheds were common, and death was a common sight throughout the province of Skyrim...''

''The eagle took the first initiative and enraged the dragon, seeking domination over their territories. Creatures of the night and warriors of the light fight each other to destroy the other. Two noble groups united after the other knew that they shared a common goal.''

''And now I am here... alone and in the penance of self-exile... What role awaits for us in this new world..? What fates are to be revealed..? There is so much to think and so little time in which to do it...''

A lone man in the Midden was cleaning his ebony sword of blood and dirt. He was incredibly pale, and his eyes were dark blue in color. He had a scar in his face which will stay with him for the rest of his days.

As he prepared for a long journey, he began to wonder what was next for Tamriel.

That they have forgotten them... This he fears the gods will remember...