Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5424581-20130419221450/@comment-5424581-20130505014528

"i used to live in cyrodill. my mother was a witch and left when i was still a baby. she didn't want me to know i was the son of a witch. she went to skyrim and cursed a young man named gregor. the curse effects age. gregor ages faster and his body and mind become like an old man's. but gregor resisted the physical effects and some of the mental. but he will die soon and it will be my fault. my mother wanted me to live forever. this is want happened. i don't age. my mother fell ill so i can't reverse it. i am sapping the lifeforce of this good man. even if he dies from unnatural causes i still gain all the years that he would have had. that dragon had been giving me advice about ancient magic. now if i meet with gregor he will kill me and i can't help him" he said as tears started to form in his eyes. he then opened a door to a room with a sleeping hagraven. "there she is. my mother." the dwemer automaton then walked in "we have these clothes from an alikr warrior that died nearby last month. or we have iron armor" the automaton said.