Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-5824038-20160427170545

The Brass Knight shrugged, not bothered by Hawksly's comments. He was well aware that many here probably thought him arrogant or superior, but it was just how he had always been, and he didn't see himself changing any time soon. Perhaps it was his Altmer upbringing, or perhaps because of the position he once held.

There was indeed something troubling him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to share the details. No, it would be a step back to hide away again, he should just explain it. After all, everyone here was damaged in some way.

'Yes,' he started, speaking slowly and deliberately. 'Yes there is. Memories of my first ever life, before any of this happened,' he said, sweeping in a wide gesture at the party of undead and the torn landscape, 'Are rare for me. Mostly they are fragmented snippets of daily life, I can remember some of my childhood in Alinor, and I can remember some of my time as a captain. I don't remember much else.

'But memories of specific instances are very rare. I just assume that they are permanently lost after so many deaths. But recently, in the presence of you fine warriors, some of them have been triggered. Either by things that are said, or things that I see, I have occasionally seen the past in clarity and detail. And that raises the question, how many of my "lost" memories are still there, locked away?'