Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-10197675-20140907214640

(Btw I am considering a name change for Zalniltron, not really sure if I like it that much, will think of a way to do that, not gonna just suddenly change it… but anyway changing the topic quite substantially just finished Infamous First Light DLC… weather it wrangled my expectations or not, I thought it was pretty good… but anyhow back to RPing matters.)

Meanwhile in the far North of Haafingar…

A rather irritated Altmer walked the paths of North Western Skyrim, muttering to himself about his hatred of Nords. How much he wanted his revenge and how much he just wanted to see a Nord dead, after all his step father, Oswald-no-wiser, was a Nord and when Zalniltrons mother, Dwellenline, was murdered by… someone, his step father did not exactly take a parenting role, no not at all. The Nord step father did not care for the High Elf very well, almost neglecting his very existence, only treating him as a pest, not caring at all… no… and this almost haunted Zalniltron, he hated his step- father, he did not care that Dwellenline had died.

   And as Zalniltron stopped and sat alongside the path leading up to the Thalmor Embassy, he remembered, he remembered the day of his mother’s death as it really did trouble him, a tear even rolled down from his eye…

It was 10 years ago, when the Altmer was only 10 years of age living within Cyrodiil, Anvil, the place he had grown up. Zalniltron had just finished doing his chores for the day and he and his mother had decided to go out for a walk, as they tended to do at the end of every tiring day of their lives, just the two of them, enjoying what nature offered and for the Altmer those times were truly special, as that was the only time the Altmer had experienced true joy, to walk freely with the one he treasured was a real bliss. The both of them would normally walk within the Gold Coast, maybe straying as far as Gweden Farm, but it was that night that the two walked together for the last time, because Dwellenline did not make it to the Farm that evening for a dagger in her gut slowed her quite dramatically, whom had plunged the dagger in the Altmer’s gut Zalniltron did not know, because as of the time he had simply strayed ahead by only a couple of feet and by the time the boy had turned to see his mother’s graceful face it was too late, as he only saw a figure running of into the distance with his mother’s coin purse, his mother lay departed on the blooded ground… Zalniltron loved his mother and that night did most certainly dent the Altmer’s future…

Zalniltron looked up the path towards the Embassy… he started to gradually trudge up it.