Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-10197675-20140629194531

Meanwhile…

I do not know the month but the year is 4E 228, and this is my journal I have decided to create, as I fear my days grow short, as my wounds are not aided…

Day one, after the bear attack … The walk back to Ivarstead was tough I only just managed to make it to the local inn here; I even struggled to push the door open as I have grown quite weak since the attack, that bear had really left its mark in me after that quite enduring battle. But now the pain… the pain is quite unbearable the people in here offer no help, plus to make matters worse I have no gold to rent a room or buy food or drink, so I sit here beside the fire slowly whimpering as the pain of my unattended wounds grows. I can feel the hours drifting by as time runs down and my life wavers.

End of day one… I try to shut my eyes and sleep, but the discomfort from my wounds keeps me awake, as more endless throbs of blood leek through the hopeless rags wrapped around them. I hear laughter and glee, as drunken and stubborn souls trudge past my frail body; it’s almost as if they don’t care or they cannot see me and I dam them to oblivion for their insolence.

Day two… The maiden here seems to be the only kind being within sight she gave me some bread and water not that long ago, and after consuming the foods I felt a little better, but I am still not healthier enough to carry onwards to my destination, I hope she returns soon to help me some more, as she seems like the kind and gentle type that is so hard to come across these days. Also the smile upon her calm face brings warmness to me…

Day three… She has not come to me this day to give me some bread nor water; in fact I have not seen her within the inn and I have a sneaking suspicion that the barmen has something to do with it, he has that dirty and untrusting look in his eyes that I have seen many a times in my days…

Day four… I think I might know where she is, the room to my left, I saw the barmen walk in there not so long ago, I then heard screaming and shouting… maybe he punishes her for aiding me, if that is the case that bastard will pay…

Day five… I can see him glaring at me, the stench of my presence must be driving away customers I fear he may just throw me out the inn if I stay any longer, or maybe worse, he may do the same to me as he has done to the maiden, I have not seen her now for two days. I think I need to move, I think I need to get out of Ivarstead, although my heart tells me to find the maiden who tried to help me… my heart tells me to counter this evil barmen’s ways… I must act, and I must act fast…

                                                  I hope I can see her again… Yours, Wolfsgaurd…

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">(So yes Wolfsgaurd is my new character, he was the Nord who fought with the bear and this is his part journal, from his last couple days within the inn in Ivarstead. I will create a character card/thing for him.)

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Name: Wolfsgaurd.

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Gender: Male

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Race: Nord

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Weapon: Crossbow (At the moment he does not have a weapon for he has lost his crossbow)

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Armor: Black Iron type armor, with a black hood and cape, this is quite ragged because of the bear attack. He also has black hair and a small black beard, which is partially visible through his hood.

<span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Backstory: Wolfsgaurds past is quite limited as it proved to be quite a bleak one. The Nord grew up within the Falkreath hold in Skyrim. He was not sure who either of his parents were as they were both killed by a pack of Wolves when Wolfsgaurd was 3 weeks old. The wolves had taken the nord back to their den and raised him as a child, until the age of Nine ( I will probably go into this era of Wolfsgaurds life later), at this age Wolfsgaurds wolf family was hunted and killed and the Nord was sent to the orphanage of Riften. He did not stay here for so long though, as his savage wolf nature fought back against the mean orphanage owner killing her, however this did not go down so well, because the Nord was then taken by a local Redguard within Riften in which he was taught how to use a crossbow and a Greatsword, this Redguard also tamed the beast within Wolfsgaurd weakening it until it ceased to show within the Nord any longer, the Redguard also gave the Nord the name which was Wolfsgaurd, this linked to his previous savage nature which he had adapted to from the pack of wolves from his childhood. Wolfsgaurd lived with this Redguard and his High Elf wife for many a year in Riften and times were good for him, this was only until the Nord moved away from Riften to fend for himself as he hit his mid-thirties. He did not know of what had happened to his careers all he knows is that the Redguard went in search of his brother to aid him… but that is a story already told... and as for the High Elf career (wife of the Redguard) Wolfsgaurd does not know what happened to her, plus that story has already been told…