Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140730202253/@comment-5583506-20140812123458

(You sly dog, but yeah she is pretty. xD)

There was a sadness in her voice. "I grew up in... in... godness me... I seem to have forgotten that. Strange. Anyway I grew up in Skyrim with my ma and pa. My mother was a woman of fragile health and didn't show herself so often to people. And my father..." She made a pause there. "My father was a drunk. Whenever he was drunk he liked to take out his drunken rage by beating on me and my mother. Actually one day when I told him of my engagement to this man..."

She tried to concentrate. ''What was his name? ''"Strange, I seem to have forgotten his name as well. Well, my father didn't appreciate the engagement and told me to call it off because I would never have his blessing, but I refused. He then..." She swallowed hard. "He then took strangleholds around my neck and held me down under the water in the pond outside our hut for Gods knows how long until..." ''Why can't I remember anything? It is always like this... ''"Well, there you have it. When I came to my senses I fled from home after that. Neither mother nor father seemed to be around so I took whatever I could carry and left."

She then put up her wooden sword on the table. "This here however is Gastbane. When I was lonely on my travels and started to cry an old wood-witch took pity on me and allowed me to rest up inside her cabin. Before I left she taught the spell to turn undead and gave me this sword. She said it was made out of a ghost oak. It would never break and apparently it would ward off evil spirits."

She smiled slightly at the faint memory. "One and another wraith has attacked me every now and then and Gastbane held its promise and banished them indeed. I think however that what is dead won't be dead forever, but instead will come back in some other form one day. Spirits have long memories I am told..."