Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150214131106/@comment-25683991-20150216061938

HumbleDaedricServant wrote:

"I am a Thalmor battlemage. Well, I was a Thalmor battlemage. I'm with the Lost Legion now, and I don't regret it one bit.

I was one of the people imprisoned at Helgen after the ill-fated assault on the fort town a year ago. I thought that the White Wolf was going to have me nailed to the cross soon er or later. To my surprise, he gave me a cold bottle of Surilie Brothers wine and a chicken dumpling when he came for me.

Fenrir asked me "What's your name?" I answered, "Gannar." Before I knew it, he gave me the chance to join the Lost Legion or be hunted down as an exile to more than 3 factions.

I wasn't sure as to what was his intentions were, but I cal tell that he wasn't lying when he said that he wasn't going to kill me if I changed my ways.

I said that I was bad at using magic, but Fenrir changed that. So him and I fought in skirmishes all across the Reach with a group of other elves and Khajiits, especially against the Forsworn. It didn't take long before we quelled the Reachmen and made the hold a safer place.

Before I knew it, I was promoted to an Centurion. I'm a trained battlemage, and Fenrir gave me a purpose, food, and a place to sleep. Most importantly; a family. Life is good." Gunnar finished.

"What a story." Nirmira remarked.

"Some what similar to mine, I have to say." She then stood up, ready to give the men more training.

"Alright then, back to training men!"

"And, Gannar, nice to meet you." She extended a hand for a handshake while her men were already getting ready for melee combat training.