Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-5691575-20130428001415

Flash back! It was only a few weeks ago, the war was over but pockets of stormcloak resistance was all around. Unorganized they may be, but rumors of plans stirred the public. Something of an amulet that held the soul of their leader; Ulfric Stormcloak. There were known to have spies in towns, they knew this because many have been caught and executed. Suspecting it was buried with Hildun Cold-steel, they uprooted his grave soon acknowledging it was nowhere to be found.As they searched and searched, one spy has finally discovered who bared it; Taoni Sure-grip. Acting as a friend, he was invited to his house during Taoni's 3rd annevisary of killing a man (which the man he killed had bad intentions.) With everyone partying, it was easy poisoning his drink, but a turn of events intervened with the assassination. With Taoni's cup being the last of alto wine, Daravir, his cousin, asked if she may have the last cup. As kind hearted as he is, he gave her the cup, leading to the chain of events that brought him to Solstheim. Deeply Depressed, Taoni cut himself of from everyone else despite his job as the town smith, creating a slimmer chance for the stormcloaks to retrieve the amulet. It was decided that they raid Whiterun, and kill Taoni, even though it would mean Imperials to be on high alert. Luckily a few moments before the raid, a warning was given to Taoni. "Taoni, wake up," an echoing voice as heard, and he obeyed what was said,"Mmmm, f- father!? Is it you? You're alive!?" The question was moot, and all he saw was a ghostly essence with only it's face to be clear. "Taoni, you must leave. Prepare your things, arm yourself! They're coming for you." "Father, what do you speak of? What at you doing here?" "They dug up my grave, searching for the amulet. The 'cloaks know you have it, they poisoned your cup and killed Daravir." Taoni pasted back and forth, rubbing the jewel of the amulet with his thumb."But, that means that G-" "Yes, Ysliva is a spy, now hurry, make haste son!" "But father I-" "Taoni NOW!" He rushed to pack his things, potions, clothes, gold all cluttered in his knapsack. He clumsily pulled on his armor, a searched for his sword. A thunderous boom of the gates was heard, and his blade was nowhere to be found. Panicking, he rushed to the basement, throwing out a secret wall panel and reaching in. He pulled out an old sword wrapped in a musty burlap blanket. He ran back up, interrupted by stormcloaks barging through his door."There he is!", one cried out, pointing at Taoni. He felt his heart skip a beat, and in an instant he dashed up stairs, with the soldiers hot on his tail. Taoni sprinted across his bed, leaping through the window overhead. He managed to pull himself over the walls, standing on its edge thinking of what to do. He heard the pull of ropes and the bending if wood, and without thought jumped, and landing on a hay bail. From there on Taoni vanished, which is the main reason why he came to Solstheim.