User blog comment:Blood Reaper/Elder scrolls: Your character's story./@comment-4224126-20110801041458

After hearing the Precursor of Valenwood speak and celebrating in his home Provence, Aquila (a quick and nimble Bosmer) was taking his loyal friend and companion a Nord named Tyrr back to Skyrim they have been traveling for three weeks now by boat then by caravan now by foot. when they reached the boarder they gave each other a smile and the only words came from the Bosmer Aquila who said "Thanks" and quickly turned and walked off humming a little tune. The Bosmer Archer thought of what Tyrr was going to do without him. That Nord was always stirring trouble whether it be Inn Keepers or Guards Tyrr was always at fault for their mishaps. Aquila shrugged it off and kept walking but his keen senses alerted him that he was not alone, and soon enough two Boarder Guards wearing a mix of fur and chain mail armor stepped out from the shadows. "Who did you just drop off?" said one of them. Aquila remained silent and assumed these were a couple of guards Tyrr pissed off in the past. "Eh! don't make me repeat my self wood elf!" Aquila said two words calmly "A friend" "He's a friend of Tyrr!" one of the guards yelled. The Guards drew swords and one of them spit. Aquila began nocking an arrow, drawing his bow and guessing how far away the guards were. "15 yards" whispered Aquila. He calmly let go of the string on his Redwood Bow (He was allowed by the prophet of Valenwood to use a piece of redwood from a Great Redwood Tree to carve this beautiful recurve bow) the arrow flew true and hit the guard near his trachea. The guard lay flat on his back choking on his own blood. The second guard was already upon Aquila. The Bosmer dodged to the left and then stuck his short sword in the guards back. Aquila wiped the blood off his blade on the dead guards sleeve and sheathed it. He was about to flip over the guards body to examine it when seven boarder guards were upon him with their spears centimeters away from Aquila's throat. "Your under arrest" a chubby brown haired guard said. They took Aquila's weapons, clothes, (with an exception of pants and boots) and ruffled through his rucksack. They brought him to the dungeon in the city of Falkreath, under charges of two counts of murder, illegal boarder crossing, and an unknown poison or drug. (Dried caterpillar and grubs used for smoking in Valenwood) Little did they know that this imprisoned Bosmer is a master in the art of lock picking and may or may not of hidden a lock pick in his boots......