Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-5543592-20140105031616

Lab Coat Billy wrote: Jack led Daithi through the marsh, being careful to avoid sinkholes or suspicious looking holes in the ground. "So, Daithi. You never told me what happened to your family," he tried, not trying to intrude but still rather curious. "I guess I can tell you the story.  It was 4E 28.  I was out late, incidently, hunting.  I come back up to the palace with my hunting buddies, then bam one of them takes an arrow through the face, and suddenly Thalmor are all over us. Now let me remind you, I was not the butt-kicking, roof jumped, fist-fighting warrior you see before you, I was some whimpy twenty year old prince who was okay with a bow at best.  The Thalmor overwhelmed us in a second, there were four of us and at least ten of them.  A small army was off butchering everyone else in the palace.  I managed to kill my imediate attacker, and rushed to find my wife.  I never made to my room.  I ran straight into a Dominion soldier who, in a split second, ran his sword through my leg.  I blacked out and hit the ground instantly.  I still wonder to this day why he didn't kill me.  Maybe he thought I was dead, or he pitied me, or he saw another target. All I remember is that when I woke up, I was in a pile of dead bodies. The Thalmor were preparing to burn us. Luckily, sneaky bastard I am, I snuck off into the shadows. I ran into group of refugees who, upon hearing who I was, quickly took care of me. We eventually made it to Cyrodil."

Daithi extinguished his pipe and put it away, "That's about it.  The funny thing is, when I think of my young life, that's really all I can remember.  I can barely even remember my family's faces." Daithi sighed, and keep walking alongside Jack.