Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-24810427-20140402013654/@comment-88.113.69.102-20140402063003

For the moment the imperials cought me crossing the borders (accidently!) and throwing me in with the Stormcloaks just to chop my head off a day after - I swore I´d get my revenge. And as I walked to the chopping block, looked at the captain deep into her eyes, the same captain who thought she had the right to decide over people´s lives without a proper trial, I swore I´d get my revenge. And as I finally watched an imperial blade striking her heart and felt the warm blood on my hands, I knew I had had my revenge. That was for the Stormcloaks!

Oh, and I still visit Helgen regularly. Each time I have white, beautiful Tundra Cottons to leave on the chopping block that´s still there. White, beautiful and fragile. Such is life.