Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-17045460-20130831145421/@comment-24057792-20130926215157

in the way, he found his friend, ma'dat, who bringed a lot of mead. he is someone who worship sanguine and loves to get drunk.

ma'dat: hey, j'dharjo! what ya doin'?

j'dharjo: i will fight some giants to get fur to make some coats. me and my family are going to the cold part of solstheim soon.

ma'dat: can i join you?

j'dharjo: alright...

both were going to a giant camp, and ma'dat ran to a giant with an iron dagger with some hide armor.

j'dharjo: are you sure what you're doing?

ma'dat: its ok! i've been trained by the best warriors in tamriel...

seconds then, he got killed and all his mead got stolen by the giants.

j'dharjo: ...ouch...that probably hurt...

j'dharjo, suddenly, got knocked down by someone and fainted.