Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20140116131911/@comment-5583506-20140205100823

Hamsterlampglade wrote: Luna looked at the man "Aye, tell me your story, and believe me when I say this, I probably am an exception to the horrible death thing, I am not like those others" He smiled a sad smile. "Of that I have no doubt. Well then", he began. "It must have about twenty years ago now, maybe more. I was still a child back then, barely a man. I lived in a small village in the Reach."

He shrugged. "Can't even remember its damned name, it was so long ago, an eternity it seems. And besides the place isn't there anymore. Anyway", he continued. "I was sweet on the neighbour's girl. Inga was her name, Inga Gold-Horn. Sweetest girl you would ever see. She had yellow, curly hair and eyes as blue as Lake Ilinalta. And the moment she told that she loved me as much as I loved her, I was in bliss. But the rest of her family were not happy to see their youngest daughter infatuated with the son of Thorgrim Bearsbane, a common berserker, especially her father Ragnfast Gold-Horn."

He spat. "Heartless old man. He swore that if Inga and I were ever to declare our love for each other, he would seek help from his mother. Bhisha, a hagraven, and a powerful one at that."

Arngrim's gaze grew dark. "That very same night Inga and I eloped from the Reach. We sought refuge in a mountain pass. And as we hid from the men from her family for days, we couldn't restrain our feelings for each other any longer and acted upon them without hesitation there in our hiding spot." He scratched the back of his head. "It was wrong of us to do so. Not because we were young, not because we were yet to be married, but because of the repercussions that were to come."

He stared silently into Luna's eyes. "Ragnfast's mother cursed us, Luna. Tainted us with the blood of the beast. As the nights fell over the mountains Inga and I transformed into hideous monsters that preyed on the countryside, killing at random, sometimes beasts sometimes men. We knew then that there wasn't a place where we could live in peace. During the years that came we stayed together, constantly seeking for a cure against the curse. Anyone that tried to help us died horribly in the most mysterious ways and bad luck seemed to follow us wherever we roamed. Eventually we joined the Companions since we had heard some disturbing rumors about them having some knowledge about people in our... erhm... situation. They gave us directions to a place where they knew a coven of hagravens had holed up. Inga and I went to inspect and..."

He swallowed and tried to keep back his tears. "Inga fell. I couldn't help her. I didn't even have the time to say goodbye. And now she is doomed to Hircine's hunting grounds. From that moment I swore that I would end the curse for both her and me by finding her grand-mother and butcher that witch like cattle. I have yet to find her and wherever I go death and ill omen seem to follow. Just recently I accepted a mission to protect a trade ship from pirates and reavers along the coast to the Sea of Ghosts. What happened? A storm hit. The ship sank. The crew died. I survived. And here I am... leaving behind me piles of human wrecks."