Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-14011542-20131009214425/@comment-24972251-20150310170430

I am an Argonian named Dragonrog. I was born in Cyrodil, but moved to Black Marsh when I was young. I grew up learning magic, one handed weapon skills, and bow skills. When I was 12, a group of elves who guarded our town were assassinated. A group of nomadic giants attacked and killed all of the people in our village except for my brother, me, and the prison guard, who is a dark elf. After the attack the three of us lived together hunting and training for 5 years. We finally bound up the courage to hunt down the nomads and slay them down. After asking around the local village we learned the giants were locals of Cyrodil. We set out to hunt them down. Of course we found the tribe. We killed most of them in their sleep, but one awoke during our slaughter of his family. We were horribly over powered. The giant was weak, but managed to pulverize my brother. Me and the elf killed the giant. Me and the elf split paths. We both wanted to be mercenarcies in Cyrodil and Skyrim, but we both wanted to work alone. I roamed throughout Tamriel and even islands off the mainland working for adventurers. One day I accepted a job in Skyrim. He was a Stormcloak who was recruiting, but he left this out of the job description. We finally got to the camp, but the Imperials were waiting for him and I got stuck with him. We were separated and he was eventually killed, I was sent to be beheaded. I knew one thing though, I needed to find my old friend.

That's my story, just ask me for the rest