War Of Houses - Playground 15 Options

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Miles, New Vivec

Miles sat watching the sky. He had chosen a tree outside New Vivec, and was resting there, examining his blade as he did so.

He wasn't exactly what you'd call sociable, but he was always ready to greet someone, but for some reason he could never really get to know anyone, the friendliness was not deep.

Is it just me?

Miles frowned, hopefully it wasn't a family trait.

The way I think,act, portray myself, perhaps it is . . .

It could be . . because my mother and father, both are rather withdrawn. Neither attended celebrations or anything that involved too much socializing.


Miles smiled as he thought of his family. Niran was dead, that was all Miles knew of him, but he still had his parents, and maybe he had another sibling . .who could know? Niran had been gone since before Miles was born, were there others like him.

Miles knew his parents had once been slaves, that they were forced to give Niran away, that they would never have done so if the circumstances weren't so dire.

Miles had an avid hate for slavery, and he had attempted to keep his anger from showing, but he disliked Dunmer very much. The ones he had met personally though, had not acted arrogantly, and he decided that he must not be the kind of person he hates. It wasn't a racial attribute, he had argued with himself, but a personality defect.

It was several years back, when Miles was twelve, when he had a discussion with an enslaved person. It was an Argonian, if he remembered correctly.

Miles also remembered how he attempted to set the argonian free, only to be met with an arrow, from the Plantation keeper of course. The arrow had lodged itself in Miles arm, and it took such a long time to remove, in the meantime almost causing Miles to bleed to death. It had left a strange scar, and to this day Miles resounding hate for slavery has kept. He even went so far as to make a resolution to put an end to it if he got the chance. H

Miles shifted position under the tree, pulling back the sleeve of his shirt and staring at the strange scar.