Nameless, Part 1 Options

[davion]

Prolouge

I approached my window, listening to the sound of my feet echoing in the darkness, like a million silloetts that will remain forever in darkness and missery. I opened my window and peered out, but the cool, fresh air did little to aid my spirits. I was a warrior, forever damned to go from town to town, civilization to civilization, with a unquenchable thurst that my spirit longed for to get rid of.

The Daedra had taken everything away from me. . . even my lifelessness. I suffered their slings and hurls, only to be spat on by those who I once called friends. I was nothing. . . just another nameless warrior passing by this world to desperately meet with the one which they called fate.

This post has been edited by davion: Dec 15 2005, 08:45 PM

[davion]

Chapter One

Night after night, dream after dream, the souls of my victums would visit me. Their voices were so mournful and full of pain and hate. Oh Azura, am I wrong? Was I wrong?

A million times over I had begged for the mercy and accepted apologies to the families and souls I have destroyed, but none ever came. I was cursed, doomed to Oblivion for what I have done, for what i've done is unforgiveable. I used to ask myself why this had to happen to me, why couldn't I have lived a better life, but i already knew the answer to those questions.

People are welcome into Azuras' kingdom if they've committed justifiable acts of murder, like to protect loved one or innocient. I can never be forgivin... I am a murderer of Gods, and that demaned eternal damnednation, without restoration.

I may have been praised by the good people of Vvardenfell for a few years, but they eventually forgot about me, leaving me to rot in the backalleys and gutters like a blighted rat. I can't say I blame them... would I welcome me into my house? Nay, I would banish me from ever setting foot in town.