Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131224092505/@comment-24141785-20131224120958

"Alright! Today you tell your story!" The innkeeper shouted. The crowd turned to him. "Who should start first?"

"C'laro should! The khajiit over there!" The nord pointed. The crowd turned to him.

"Why thats a great idea! Tell us your story." The innkeeper grinned. His grin faded as C'laro glared at him.

"If you want a story of happy ever afters... Go read a childrens book... If you want a story of a wasted and ruined life... You will want my story." C'laro hissed.

"Tell us! Otherwise you won't get any drinks." The innkeeper sighed.

"Fine... You want my story... I'll give it to you." C'laro muttered. "I was born into a family of nobles in Anequina. My life was normal like anyone elses.... until it happened. The imperial legion attacked our village. They killed men, woman, child and families... No one stood a chance." C'laro sighed before continuing.

"I watched my parents executed. Their lifeless heads rolling onto the floor. I barely escaped with someone who kept me alive all these years...." C'laro went on before being inturrupted.

"Who was she!" The nord inturrupted. They were obviously listening to every detail.

"A Dunmer... Called Gabrielle." C'laro replied. His voice dripped with sorrow. "I spent nearly all my life living in the woods. If it wern't for her I wouldn't have made it... I lost everything I cared about. Years later after me and gabrielle go our own ways I return to the village. My life turns for the better when I have my own family... I had a wife, a daughter who is still with me and a baby boy." C'laro was inturrupted again.

"Boring!" One shouted. His ignorance angered C'laro.

"Want something interesting? Then shut your mouth and listen!" He seethed. Anger was rushing through him. "Our village was attacked by vampires. They turned my daughter into a vampire... She was only fourteen... They killed our son, he was only a baby. Two months later we get attacked by imperials, they take all of us as prisoners." C'laro stopped. He wiped a tear before continuing. "They took turns raping my daughter in front of my eyes. I was forced to watch as they did it... They burnt my wife until she was nothing but ash. They gave me this scar which always brings back those memories." C'laro points to the scar across his right eye. "My and my daughter eventually escaped before having to split off. I never got to see her again until now." C'laro carried on. "I joined the thieves guild only to get beaten and bullied by the other members... Espicially a breton and a nord. Who I know today..." C'laro snuffled. This was getting harder by the minute. "Then I become a fugitive to my own faction. I was forced to escape where I eventually met with that breton once again... Years passed and now I'm having the worse time of my bloody life." C'laro was interurrupted for the last time.

"Do you have anyone now? Someone you care about? Apart from your daughter." One argonian asked. They looked at him with sorrow.

"Yes actually... But they will never like me back. So thats my story... You may all have the worst life ever when your father dies or your dog dies... But remember what happened to me." He walked out of the inn. Slight tears were running down his face.