Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-5543592-20131228042932

Lab Coat Billy wrote: Jack arched an eyebrow, not sure where he was going with this. He quickly barked out an order to the captain, telling him to get out on the open water so they could make a quick escape, then turned back to Daithi. "They live for about three hundred to four hundred years, if I'm not mistaken. Why?" he asked, intruiged. "Close, two hundred to three hundred.  I was born in 4E 8, that means I am now over two hundred years old.  That is old, even for an elf.  So you might ask, why am I not wasting away as a retired old coot.  Because when I realized I wasn't the strong young elf I used to be, my abilities lacked, I couldn't fight as well, climbing became difficult.  I let more... bad things happen.  I got into contact with Clavicus through use of his Shrine in Cyrodil.  I told him who I was and made an offer:  For eternal youth he could have my soul when I get killed, and, as he said, Clavicus is patient.  So here I am, doomed to fight to prolong my life forever." Daithi said, having told the story slowly and with regret and malice. "I will never get to see my family in the afterlife.  It... saddens me.  I believe Clavicus wants to use me as Dagon did my ancestor, Mankar.  We Camorans have a knack for being very powerful warriors." He sighed, and he fought back the emotions, putting on a neutral face, "And so that's my sorry tale.  Any questions, boss?"