» Fri Dec 03, 2010 8:48 pm
I shall play the nord Vjoknir Svensson, son of the blacksmith Sven Vogsson.
He was a warrior seeking revenge on the band of thieves that killed his family while ransacking the small village that they live in when he was away hunting. After spending years trying to hunt down these thieves, lead after lead he finally found out that they had all been killed whilst trying to steal from another village just shortly after they'd killed his family. Realizing that he had lost all of these years wasting his life seeking revenge, he has now taken up the life of adventuring. Exploring Skyrim, searching for treasures, living life to the fullest. He had become a very proficient warrior, able to go just about anywhere around Skyrim without fear. Just when he thought he had everything he heard rumors of an ancient treasure in an old ruin south of the settlement he was resting at. The adventurer in him was just calling him towards it. He knew he had to find it, not for the value of this ancient relic, but just for the adventure, the excitement. After a rough journey he had made it to the ruin he was searching for. When inside there was an eerie silence. There was nobody in the entrance no beasts, and even further down there was nothing, but the drips of this moist dank ruin. It had been cleared out. Upon entering the final room he saw a pedestal, obviously the one that would hold the relic, but there was no relic. Over on the corner though to his surprise there was a young nord woman, dead. Stabbed to death with only a dagger, a dagger laying close by with her blood on it. As he got closer he picked up the dagger to inspect it, and to make sure the woman was actually dead. Just then he heard very loud foot steps, the sound of many men rushing down the ruin towards him. He just stood there, not out of fear but out of confusion before deciding to jolt quickly towards the door maybe to find another way out realizing he was grossly outnumbered. Just as he got to the threshold of the door he came face to face with the men. Fifteen to twenty soldiers of Skyrim, standing their with their weapons drawn. It was at that point that he realized he was still holding the dagger with the blood of the young lady on it. One of the guards ran past, to find the woman dead, and Vjoknir was arrested for murder, and taken to the dungeons of the nearest city. Fifteen years he has been in there, rotting away for the crime he did not commit. It wasn't until one day that he had a dream of being released, it was a very weird circumstance in the dream as if he was meant for something special. He couldn't tell what it was, but he knew from then on that one day he would be released and be able to fulfill whatever his dream was trying to tell him.
I know it's a cheesy story, and my writing svcks, but thats my story and I'm sticking to it!