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When we went to Cyrodil, we decided to stop worshipping Hircine. This caused our abilities to be reduced to the skill of an average Bosmer (which was still much better than any human species) and bad luck would often reach us.

The first city we stayed was a place called Skingrad. Much different design to our old home. It had huge stone wall and towers. Paved roads and the people so rude and snobby. They looked at us like we were going to eat them. We were out of place here because we wore armour made from furs and bones while they wore clothes made from cotton or some even wore silk.

We went down to shop that sold clothes (Octavian was the only one who can read so it was him who found, and him who payed with gold. Something our clan didn’t use) and bought us the cheapest clothes possible… Ragged, torn up grey robes. They itched my skin and I easily got cold that night as we slept on streets.

For the next few weeks we earned money by hunting and selling game (one thing I noticed was that there is almost no animals in Cyrodil), looting ancient tombs filled with moving, attacking dead bodies. I spoke to Octavian about it and he said they were called ‘Draugr’, Scary but easy in battle.

When we earned enough money we bought some good weapons and scaled armour. We also bought a caravan travel around Cyrodil selling goods.

For the next few years we travelled around Cyrodil selling goods and earned   a fair bit of money (Me and Berri were popular among the ladies of Cyrodil ;).We once went back to Valenwood and visited the city that was north of the Midnight-Soul clan. The city of Arenthia to sell goods. We eventually left after a month because Valenwood brought back so many bad memories.

One thing I was upset about, was that we weren’t allowed into the Imperial City. Apparently we were invading the peace. We retaliated by putting a bear trap at the entrance of the city’s walls (you should’ve seen the nobleman step on that. He danced like a burning spriggan.

While we travelled Octavian taught us how to read and write. I eventually could write better than any Cyrodilic commoner. I got into reading books and even wrote a few myself. Writing helped me calm my mind. Which I would need because stress was close…

I was 25 when it happened. We were north-west of Bruma and had set up camp in a small canyon. We were trying out Moon Sugar (we would never try Skooma) and the effects were hilarious! Berri and Fareena did some weird dance and Octavian sung some song about an Orc prostitute. I just zoned out and laughed at the stars. I found the stars so funny that I wanted to grab them. So I snuck off and climbed a small mountain trying to grab the stars (obviously I couldn’t).

I eventually gave up and headed back to camp. I noticed that the everyone had stopped singing… I heard a scream. That was Fareena! I said to myself as sprinted towards camp with my war-axes unsheathed.

When I got back to camp It was horrible. My friends were all dead and the tents and caravan destroyed. I buried my friends and said some small but sad words. They would go to the Hunting Grounds and be punished by Hircine for disobeying him. It was at this moment I realised that I needed to worship Hircine again or my fate would be the same as theirs.

I was rummaging through the ash and rubble looking for anything of value, when I saw a note:

Gonnar Oath-Giver,

<p class="MsoNormal">I want you to travel to Cyrodil and wreck havoc such as burning imperial banners, start riots, etc… Show the empire that we’re serious.

<p class="MsoNormal">   Try and kill any Thalmor you see.

<p class="MsoNormal">Good Luck!

<p class="MsoNormal">I realised that someone of these group of people must have killed my friends because they are elves. We aren’t even part of the Thalmor! Damn Nords and their stereotypic look at the world!

<p class="MsoNormal">I heard of the nords and their rebellion led by Ulfric. I thought their cause was fair enough, but after today I want revenge. I will hunt Gonnar down and slowly kill him. Then I will go on to kill very last Stormcloak!!!!

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<p class="MsoNormal">END OF PART 2

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