Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131229001955

Makoru sat in silence while Torene gave an explanation about what happened following his exile from Hammerfell. As she spoke, many of his memories resurfaced: the portal to Ebongloam, the first time he had transformed into a beast, even the defeat of Sithis atop the White-Gold Tower. When she was finished, he just gazed down at the floor. Now that everything was coming back to him, he was feeling incredibly guilty.

"I see," he stated pointlessly, the memories still flooding back into his mind. He attempted to review the major parts of the story, as some things were still fuzzy to him. His name was Makoru. He was a werewolf. He was a Nightingale, and customary with the title, a servant of Nocturnal. He was a father, and apparently not a very good one. He had banished Sithis back into the Void and had hidden the final Elder Scroll for safekeeping. He took a shaky breath. "And I assume now you must return to the Coven?" he asked.