Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140928225929/@comment-768817-20140929003200

Immortality...

In the Great War, when he was young, he had been a healer.

He saw so many men and women die.

The fear in their eyes, just before the life left their bodies.

The horror of death.

But the true understanding came, when his cousin, his best friend, was shot in the gut by an arrow.

The wound became infected.

It killed him slowly. It took days.

That's when he learned no amount of motal magic or science could stop the wicked coming of death.

He had not slept a full night since, with out waking from a nightmare, gasping for breath

More recently, he had not slept at all.

Death terrified him. It haunted his every waking moment.

He pled with Mora to grant him freedom from his eternal torment.

Mora replied "Life and death are bussiness of the Aedra, and they have made it clear your's is not a case to interfere with... It would be silly of me to start a war with them over you. You have nothing unique to offer me. Perhaps, you should take this up with the Aedra... They must find something quite unique about you..."

The wind grew stronger, his cape flapped against his body.

He covered his eyes to shield them from the debris caught in the wind.

When the wind slowed, he moved his arm and opened his eyes.

The sky was gray, and all looked normal.

He would head back now. Yet another chance, lost.

He would:

A. Head to the Temple of the Divines, to investigate the reason for his curse.

B. Head to the closest Inn, to gain new leads on his endevour.