Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-24700384-20140718032236

This one is Khajiit, and stories I have....

Under a winter moon, this one was born in Bravil. Born in a ragged hut on the southwest shore, and abandoned soon after. The Argonian woman was kind to this one, when she found me, starving and cold, after her swim. Used to say her grandmother never found anything like this one on swims. This one stayed with the argonian for many moons, until this one was 8. The thieves that killed the argonian laughed at this one, said this one was not worth raising a blade for, that this one would be dead in a week anyway. This one made them wrong....

This one begged and stole what this one needed or wanted...and soon this one became strong, feared, one not to be trifled with. By the time this one was 15, none in the city were a match. The elven jailors brought many when the time came to confront this one. Many Thalmor that lost their lives, and their weapons. This one had caused too much death to stay near the city anymore, so this one began wandering.

No matter where this one went, this one's reputation and deeds proceeded. A life of fighting, running, and hiding left this one strong, stealthy, and above all else, feared in his homeland. So feared that there was nothing and nowhere safe left for this one. This one needed a fresh start, a fresh land to wander....this one was going to Skyrim.

Crossing the mountains went smoothly for this one, the snows may not fall often in cyrodil, but this one's fur was adapted to a life of ragged clothing, the cold was not an issue. The issue arose with the rebel. This one had taken his wealth, and had prepared a dagger for his throat, but for the first time in this ones life (and vowed to be the last), this one was ambushed, by these called "imperials".

This lands riches shall be this ones, and this lands creatures will taste death at this ones hands....this one shall be feared anew.....