Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140813223809/@comment-18750685-20140816170932

RollerTrack wrote: "I'm still not hearing a story."

Saren sat up and got up, walked to the fire and went down on his right knee. Half-crouched with eyes staring into the flames, the Dunmer sighed heavily as he recalled a moment from his military career.

"During the first year of the Great War, a detachement of eight Légionnaires and I were dispatched to capture several suspected Thalmor spies. We raided a small, deserted village and found their underground hideout. They offered no resistance, so we round them up and escorted them to the Imperial City Dungeons.


 * Only, on the way there, we noticed a large carriage full of gored bodies and half-eaten corpses filled with maggots flying out of them. Some women were even forced to eat their own son's skin while the children were skinned and thrown into a river. We knew it was those we captured who commited such an act, for two of them looked at each other and proclaimed their innocence even before we accused them.


 * Titus would only emprison them until the war finished. They would be released and left into the wilds. My men and I escorted them a nearby cliff and stripped them of their clothes, burnt them, and made them kneel facing Alinor. There, we unsheated our bows and executed each of them one by one."

Saren stood up and stepped behind Bjorn, pointing at his cerebral vertebra.

"Right there. We paralyzed them and let animals feed upon their flesh. That is why I do not speak of my past, for it haunts me."