Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131001030947/@comment-10906938-20131005033735

"Well, you know my father was a very wealthy merchant. I had 7 brothers, Rodore the eldest. I, as luck would have it, had the priviledge of being youngest. All of us were put into Mercantile classes, but I apparently hadn't been passed the traits from my father. He must have ran out by the time I came around. I almost failed, so I began taking classes to learn about Magicka. All of my brothers had a part in my father's buisness. When he died, Rodore inherited the company and a large portion of the wealth. Each brother had less than the one before him yet more than the one behind him. I was left only about 10,000 gold. Rodore, an insatiable lust for power and wealth, thought that since I was not pursuing my father's profession I should not be allowed the inheritance. He bascly had control over the entire family, and I was bullied into revealing where I had hid my money." he paused, fingering the scar on his forehead "so I fled to Winterhold with only about 1,000 septims."