Noda'Thif, Kahjiit asassin. Still play him every now and again
Male, nightingale armor
Who are your Skyrim characters?
 Firestar October 27, 2016 |
Noda'Thif, Kahjiit asassin. Still play him every now and again Male, nightingale armor |
by Firestar
October 27, 2016
 SuleykaarKinbok October 30, 2016 |
I really like playing as an argonian that loves any form of stelth. I find that i like the ablity to kill my enemys with a knife because it offers more of a chalenge. |
by SuleykaarKinbok
October 30, 2016
I really like playing as an argonian that loves any form of stelth. I find that i like the ablity to kill my enemys with a knife because it offers more of a chalenge.
 Revak Smoliin October 30, 2016 |
My character, Blacktear the Ascender, is a Breton. He tries to do good, but cannot fight the poison in his body that craves for evil. |
by Revak Smoliin
October 30, 2016
My character, Blacktear the Ascender, is a Breton. He tries to do good, but cannot fight the poison in his body that craves for evil.
 [deleted] April 11, 2017 |
Here goes nothing, i have two characters that are memorable/ actually play on. one: a Khajiit who mainly stealth kills with dual daggers and gets a little help with some illusions spells. overall lvl 90. 250hrs and a High Elf, (purely for racial advantages) who uses every spell from every school that suits the situation. overall lvl 147. 330hrs. |
by [deleted]
April 11, 2017
Here goes nothing, i have two characters that are memorable/ actually play on. one:
a Khajiit who mainly stealth kills with dual daggers and gets a little help with some illusions spells. overall lvl 90. 250hrs
and a High Elf, (purely for racial advantages) who uses every spell from every school that suits the situation. overall lvl 147. 330hrs.
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[deleted] April 11, 2017 |
SuleykaarKinbok have you gone into the illusion school to help with stealth? I suggest it. |
by [deleted]
April 11, 2017
SuleykaarKinbokI really like playing as an argonian that loves any form of stelth. I find that i like the ablity to kill my enemys with a knife because it offers more of a chalenge.
have you gone into the illusion school to help with stealth? I suggest it.
 Felahviing April 17, 2017 |
Dark Elf assassin/thief with a maxed out smithing skill. I mostly use stealth attacks with my dragonbone bow, and use the Nightingale armor. If I end up in a close combat situation, I use dual dragonbone swords. I never use shields because I find them bulky and pretty much useless. I also occasionally use Restoration magic to heal myself and allies if I don't have any health potions or food. I steal what I want from whoever I want, and I kill whoever annoys me. I adopted 2 homeless girls and have a house in Whiterun and a mannor house in Hjaalmarch. I also joined the cannibal group that worships Namira. I am darkness, I am death, I am DOVAHKIN! |
by Felahviing
April 17, 2017
Dark Elf assassin/thief with a maxed out smithing skill. I mostly use stealth attacks with my dragonbone bow, and use the Nightingale armor. If I end up in a close combat situation, I use dual dragonbone swords. I never use shields because I find them bulky and pretty much useless. I also occasionally use Restoration magic to heal myself and allies if I don't have any health potions or food. I steal what I want from whoever I want, and I kill whoever annoys me. I adopted 2 homeless girls and have a house in Whiterun and a mannor house in Hjaalmarch. I also joined the cannibal group that worships Namira. I am darkness, I am death, I am DOVAHKIN!
 Maankiiraak April 19, 2017 |
I have two main characters, Gaelund the Tale and Bronvir; both nords. Gaelund was my first character and I played him how I felt like it, so mostly using followers as bait whilst I sniped from a distance. I liked basing my characters off of the classes from morrowind and oblivion and I related this Gaelund to the pilgrim, venturing out to desolate shrines and temples stopping in nearby cities if I find enough gold along the way, never buying a house but always going to inns. I don't know why but I loved the atmosphere of inns and towns. I would follow the course of time properly as well, I would sleep between 20/22:00 and 6/8:00 and eat at least one meal a day consisting of cooked meat or a stew, bread and cheese or soup, fruit and veg, and two bottles of mead or argonian blood wine if I was feeling fancy. I thoroughly enjoyed the constant requirement of sticking to the schedule or making up for it if I didn't, it felt challenging and rewarding despite the fact that the only person who recognizes this is me. Then there is Bronvir (note the 'Bron' in his name). A stout nord and stubborn warrior, 'If my armour's thick enough, I'll be fine.' Was his slogan. Slogging around a hefty greatsword and later the bloodskal blade, this character was the definition of tanking it. Using the Ordinator Perk Mod, I was able to turn him into a tower o' power and gave me reasons to use strategies like side ways power attacks for multiple targets and sprinting power attacks to just decimate the enemy. Fun fact: In the 1000+ hours or so of me playing this game, I have not once played a high elf. After my first play through I absolutely despised the thalmor and ancano royally pissed me off, and ever since I've had a grudge against high elves, petty but funny. |
by Maankiiraak
April 19, 2017
I have two main characters, Gaelund the Tale and Bronvir; both nords.
Gaelund was my first character and I played him how I felt like it, so mostly using followers as bait whilst I sniped from a distance. I liked basing my characters off of the classes from morrowind and oblivion and I related this Gaelund to the pilgrim, venturing out to desolate shrines and temples stopping in nearby cities if I find enough gold along the way, never buying a house but always going to inns. I don't know why but I loved the atmosphere of inns and towns. I would follow the course of time properly as well, I would sleep between 20/22:00 and 6/8:00 and eat at least one meal a day consisting of cooked meat or a stew, bread and cheese or soup, fruit and veg, and two bottles of mead or argonian blood wine if I was feeling fancy. I thoroughly enjoyed the constant requirement of sticking to the schedule or making up for it if I didn't, it felt challenging and rewarding despite the fact that the only person who recognizes this is me.
Then there is Bronvir (note the 'Bron' in his name). A stout nord and stubborn warrior, 'If my armour's thick enough, I'll be fine.' Was his slogan. Slogging around a hefty greatsword and later the bloodskal blade, this character was the definition of tanking it. Using the Ordinator Perk Mod, I was able to turn him into a tower o' power and gave me reasons to use strategies like side ways power attacks for multiple targets and sprinting power attacks to just decimate the enemy.
Fun fact: In the 1000+ hours or so of me playing this game, I have not once played a high elf. After my first play through I absolutely despised the thalmor and ancano royally pissed me off, and ever since I've had a grudge against high elves, petty but funny.
Gaelund was my first character and I played him how I felt like it, so mostly using followers as bait whilst I sniped from a distance. I liked basing my characters off of the classes from morrowind and oblivion and I related this Gaelund to the pilgrim, venturing out to desolate shrines and temples stopping in nearby cities if I find enough gold along the way, never buying a house but always going to inns. I don't know why but I loved the atmosphere of inns and towns. I would follow the course of time properly as well, I would sleep between 20/22:00 and 6/8:00 and eat at least one meal a day consisting of cooked meat or a stew, bread and cheese or soup, fruit and veg, and two bottles of mead or argonian blood wine if I was feeling fancy. I thoroughly enjoyed the constant requirement of sticking to the schedule or making up for it if I didn't, it felt challenging and rewarding despite the fact that the only person who recognizes this is me.
Then there is Bronvir (note the 'Bron' in his name). A stout nord and stubborn warrior, 'If my armour's thick enough, I'll be fine.' Was his slogan. Slogging around a hefty greatsword and later the bloodskal blade, this character was the definition of tanking it. Using the Ordinator Perk Mod, I was able to turn him into a tower o' power and gave me reasons to use strategies like side ways power attacks for multiple targets and sprinting power attacks to just decimate the enemy.
Fun fact: In the 1000+ hours or so of me playing this game, I have not once played a high elf. After my first play through I absolutely despised the thalmor and ancano royally pissed me off, and ever since I've had a grudge against high elves, petty but funny.
 diekatze April 25, 2017 |
My very first character was a Khajiit named Meekah. Her main skills were Heavy Armour and One-Handed (Dual-Wielding). I didn't focus on any other skills with her. I did just about everything I could with her. Then the Markarth jailbreak questline got glitched, so I moved on to create other characters, like Keyrah. She was a Nord that also wore heavy armour and wielded two swords. I made those two characters when I was inexperienced with the game.. Their names don’t really sound lore-friendly, and it bothers me.. So I moved on from them and created new characters. |
by diekatze
April 25, 2017
My very first character was a Khajiit named Meekah. Her main skills were Heavy Armour and One-Handed (Dual-Wielding). I didn't focus on any other skills with her. I did just about everything I could with her. Then the Markarth jailbreak questline got glitched, so I moved on to create other characters, like Keyrah. She was a Nord that also wore heavy armour and wielded two swords.
I made those two characters when I was inexperienced with the game.. Their names don’t really sound lore-friendly, and it bothers me.. So I moved on from them and created new characters.
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Maankiiraak June 1, 2017 |
My first character was Lund, Lund Voice. Originally a sword&shieldsman later taking up a greatsword that belonged to a slain friend of his. A salty and bitter Nord who wanted none of the rebellion nor the empire but simply to live life as he knew how. Inheriting the family meadery known as 'Honeystrand Meadery', Lund worked as a wee lad through to adulthood here, only travelling when escorting supply caravans for the vital ingredient that separated his Specialist Reserve from the rest, Felldew (well done to oblivion players who remember that). However on one journey back from the mysterious isles, the convoy was hindered. Whilst crossing the southern border of skyrim an imperial ambush sprung the carriages. In a wild frenzy, Lund and the other employees where subdued and stripped before being thrown on another carriage. It was after viewing his fellow passengers that he realised what had happened. Lund escaped after reaching Helgen after an attack by a once thought to be mythical creature, a Dragon. Making a friend within the endeavours, a stormcloak called Ralof, Lund travelled northeast to Lake Illinalta in attempts to reunite with his father back home, however came across a shrine to Talos en route. Lund was torn by what he saw. Cold blood lay upon the plinth, 5 nord corpses lay scattered along the hilltop, 2 of which were priests and another a woman. And a 6 corpse lay away from the rest, a dagger in his chest and a note in his hand. It was a Thalmor agent, who had claimed his own life, in guilt of his actions. He recognised the robes from the same elves at Helgen, the ones talking to General Tullius. Ralof said that they are the reason that the rebellion are at war, that they were puppeteering the Empire to ban Talos worship. Lund has heard of the wrongs done by the Thalmor, but never witnessed them. He remembered his original goal, and set off again for his home. Lund knew the forest well and traversed it with ease finding the meadery... ...in flames. A deafening roar is heard overhead as a black silhouette drifts of into the mountains, the same one at Helgen. Lund was too bewildered to track it though, his home was in ruins and he needed to see of his family was unharmed. Guards from Falkreath had shown up by now, however they didn't remember anyone leaving the meadery before the dragon attacked. Stricken with the news, Lund dashed into the flames, into the ruin, in attempts to find his parents. Everything was burning, the walls, the supports, the plants, the mead, the furniture, the... them. He couldn't bear to believe what he saw whilst surrounded by the fury; he saw his father scorched, burnt, crushed under a blazing beam that had fell on top of him. Unlike what hope would've had for him, Lund knew he was dead. He knew there was nothing left. He knew that there was no hope. Petrified by the mental onslaught, he was deaf to the wall crashing behind him. Turning just on in time to acknowledge the danger, Lund leapt out of the path of the rubble, however not without being hit by another falling beam, blinding his left eye and leaving an eternal reminder of burnt scar. If it wasn't for the guards, Lund would've happily burnt with what was left. But he was pulled from the wreckage. He was alive, now he just had to figure out what to do with it. Utterly devoid of any future, Lund mourned for days at the shrine of which he found the slaughter, pleading to Talos for reasons to his suffering. It came to him on his 6th day though, when he heard an ethereal voice address him: 'You were made in my image brother, you were born to become a greatness that will overpower any evil. Your past was what Alduin did to you, and it is up to you now to stop him. Go now, for you will not fail'. I've realised now that this has developed into a fully fledged story rather than a character bio but I thought I'd post it anyway. |
by Maankiiraak
June 1, 2017
My first character was Lund, Lund Voice. Originally a sword&shieldsman later taking up a greatsword that belonged to a slain friend of his.
A salty and bitter Nord who wanted none of the rebellion nor the empire but simply to live life as he knew how. Inheriting the family meadery known as 'Honeystrand Meadery', Lund worked as a wee lad through to adulthood here, only travelling when escorting supply caravans for the vital ingredient that separated his Specialist Reserve from the rest, Felldew (well done to oblivion players who remember that).
However on one journey back from the mysterious isles, the convoy was hindered. Whilst crossing the southern border of skyrim an imperial ambush sprung the carriages. In a wild frenzy, Lund and the other employees where subdued and stripped before being thrown on another carriage. It was after viewing his fellow passengers that he realised what had happened.
Lund escaped after reaching Helgen after an attack by a once thought to be mythical creature, a Dragon. Making a friend within the endeavours, a stormcloak called Ralof, Lund travelled northeast to Lake Illinalta in attempts to reunite with his father back home, however came across a shrine to Talos en route.
Lund was torn by what he saw.
Cold blood lay upon the plinth, 5 nord corpses lay scattered along the hilltop, 2 of which were priests and another a woman. And a 6 corpse lay away from the rest, a dagger in his chest and a note in his hand. It was a Thalmor agent, who had claimed his own life, in guilt of his actions.
He recognised the robes from the same elves at Helgen, the ones talking to General Tullius. Ralof said that they are the reason that the rebellion are at war, that they were puppeteering the Empire to ban Talos worship. Lund has heard of the wrongs done by the Thalmor, but never witnessed them. He remembered his original goal, and set off again for his home.
Lund knew the forest well and traversed it with ease finding the meadery...
...in flames.
A deafening roar is heard overhead as a black silhouette drifts of into the mountains, the same one at Helgen. Lund was too bewildered to track it though, his home was in ruins and he needed to see of his family was unharmed. Guards from Falkreath had shown up by now, however they didn't remember anyone leaving the meadery before the dragon attacked. Stricken with the news, Lund dashed into the flames, into the ruin, in attempts to find his parents.
Everything was burning, the walls, the supports, the plants, the mead, the furniture, the... them. He couldn't bear to believe what he saw whilst surrounded by the fury; he saw his father scorched, burnt, crushed under a blazing beam that had fell on top of him. Unlike what hope would've had for him, Lund knew he was dead. He knew there was nothing left. He knew that there was no hope.
Petrified by the mental onslaught, he was deaf to the wall crashing behind him.
Turning just on in time to acknowledge the danger, Lund leapt out of the path of the rubble, however not without being hit by another falling beam, blinding his left eye and leaving an eternal reminder of burnt scar.
If it wasn't for the guards, Lund would've happily burnt with what was left. But he was pulled from the wreckage. He was alive, now he just had to figure out what to do with it.
Utterly devoid of any future, Lund mourned for days at the shrine of which he found the slaughter, pleading to Talos for reasons to his suffering. It came to him on his 6th day though, when he heard an ethereal voice address him:
'You were made in my image brother, you were born to become a greatness that will overpower any evil. Your past was what Alduin did to you, and it is up to you now to stop him. Go now, for you will not fail'.
I've realised now that this has developed into a fully fledged story rather than a character bio but I thought I'd post it anyway.
A salty and bitter Nord who wanted none of the rebellion nor the empire but simply to live life as he knew how. Inheriting the family meadery known as 'Honeystrand Meadery', Lund worked as a wee lad through to adulthood here, only travelling when escorting supply caravans for the vital ingredient that separated his Specialist Reserve from the rest, Felldew (well done to oblivion players who remember that).
However on one journey back from the mysterious isles, the convoy was hindered. Whilst crossing the southern border of skyrim an imperial ambush sprung the carriages. In a wild frenzy, Lund and the other employees where subdued and stripped before being thrown on another carriage. It was after viewing his fellow passengers that he realised what had happened.
Lund escaped after reaching Helgen after an attack by a once thought to be mythical creature, a Dragon. Making a friend within the endeavours, a stormcloak called Ralof, Lund travelled northeast to Lake Illinalta in attempts to reunite with his father back home, however came across a shrine to Talos en route.
Lund was torn by what he saw.
Cold blood lay upon the plinth, 5 nord corpses lay scattered along the hilltop, 2 of which were priests and another a woman. And a 6 corpse lay away from the rest, a dagger in his chest and a note in his hand. It was a Thalmor agent, who had claimed his own life, in guilt of his actions.
He recognised the robes from the same elves at Helgen, the ones talking to General Tullius. Ralof said that they are the reason that the rebellion are at war, that they were puppeteering the Empire to ban Talos worship. Lund has heard of the wrongs done by the Thalmor, but never witnessed them. He remembered his original goal, and set off again for his home.
Lund knew the forest well and traversed it with ease finding the meadery...
...in flames.
A deafening roar is heard overhead as a black silhouette drifts of into the mountains, the same one at Helgen. Lund was too bewildered to track it though, his home was in ruins and he needed to see of his family was unharmed. Guards from Falkreath had shown up by now, however they didn't remember anyone leaving the meadery before the dragon attacked. Stricken with the news, Lund dashed into the flames, into the ruin, in attempts to find his parents.
Everything was burning, the walls, the supports, the plants, the mead, the furniture, the... them. He couldn't bear to believe what he saw whilst surrounded by the fury; he saw his father scorched, burnt, crushed under a blazing beam that had fell on top of him. Unlike what hope would've had for him, Lund knew he was dead. He knew there was nothing left. He knew that there was no hope.
Petrified by the mental onslaught, he was deaf to the wall crashing behind him.
Turning just on in time to acknowledge the danger, Lund leapt out of the path of the rubble, however not without being hit by another falling beam, blinding his left eye and leaving an eternal reminder of burnt scar.
If it wasn't for the guards, Lund would've happily burnt with what was left. But he was pulled from the wreckage. He was alive, now he just had to figure out what to do with it.
Utterly devoid of any future, Lund mourned for days at the shrine of which he found the slaughter, pleading to Talos for reasons to his suffering. It came to him on his 6th day though, when he heard an ethereal voice address him:
'You were made in my image brother, you were born to become a greatness that will overpower any evil. Your past was what Alduin did to you, and it is up to you now to stop him. Go now, for you will not fail'.
I've realised now that this has developed into a fully fledged story rather than a character bio but I thought I'd post it anyway.
 JayStorm324 June 13, 2017 |
I am back into skyrim, and currently have a nord and a breton. Will work on them soon. |
by JayStorm324
June 13, 2017
I am back into skyrim, and currently have a nord and a breton. Will work on them soon.
 Sildoyol June 13, 2017 |
I have had many characters, the first of which was a female khajiit by the name of Khala-lee (I knew nothing about khajiit names, back then). She was a tiny, feisty character with red hair, sometimes yellow and sometimes blue eyes, and a great distaste for many people. She would kill at random (I once killed a random guy in a tavern because he had a Blade sword in his inventory and I couldn't have a proper conversation with him.). Khala-lee was my only character that I even have (and probably will) finish the game with. She's been a part of the companions, theives guild, and dark brotherhood. She has now joined the dawnguard and has two children, many houses, a billion stolen horses, one dead bought horse, and a dead spouse. She married Benor because she wanted to marry Scouts-Many-Marshes but thought 'let's just marry this dude for now, and remarry after!'. So, she killed Benor as he made soup in Vlindrel Hall, and soon found she couldn't marry again. Lydia died protecting Khala-lee and Khala-lee sacrificed Calder to Boaethiah because he was the most annoying, traitorous, anti-Stormcloak follower she ever knew. I've had many a great adventure with Khala-lee, and always keep a double save for her just in case! Side-Note - My sister's dearest first character was accidentally deleted after she'd completed the whole main bits of the game, including dawnguard. My sister CRIED REAL TEARS. So, RIP Ethealia. ~ Sildoyol, She Who Has A Soul Of Fire |
by Sildoyol
June 13, 2017
I have had many characters, the first of which was a female khajiit by the name of Khala-lee (I knew nothing about khajiit names, back then). She was a tiny, feisty character with red hair, sometimes yellow and sometimes blue eyes, and a great distaste for many people. She would kill at random (I once killed a random guy in a tavern because he had a Blade sword in his inventory and I couldn't have a proper conversation with him.). Khala-lee was my only character that I even have (and probably will) finish the game with. She's been a part of the companions, theives guild, and dark brotherhood. She has now joined the dawnguard and has two children, many houses, a billion stolen horses, one dead bought horse, and a dead spouse. She married Benor because she wanted to marry Scouts-Many-Marshes but thought 'let's just marry this dude for now, and remarry after!'. So, she killed Benor as he made soup in Vlindrel Hall, and soon found she couldn't marry again. Lydia died protecting Khala-lee and Khala-lee sacrificed Calder to Boaethiah because he was the most annoying, traitorous, anti-Stormcloak follower she ever knew. I've had many a great adventure with Khala-lee, and always keep a double save for her just in case!
Side-Note - My sister's dearest first character was accidentally deleted after she'd completed the whole main bits of the game, including dawnguard. My sister CRIED REAL TEARS. So, RIP Ethealia.
~ Sildoyol, She Who Has A Soul Of Fire
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Sildoyol June 13, 2017 |
Firestar 'not a theif'? hehehe
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by Sildoyol
June 13, 2017
FirestarNoda'Thif, Kahjiit asassin. Still play him every now and again
Male, nightingale armor
'not a theif'? hehehe
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JayStorm324 June 13, 2017 |
Sildoyol That was what I was thinking when I first saw that. |
by JayStorm324
June 13, 2017
Sildoyol'not a theif'? hehehe
That was what I was thinking when I first saw that.
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Sildoyol June 13, 2017 |
RedCartographer So, Inheritance Cycle fans, lets just take a moment to appreciate the use of the hated and fabled word of power, Zar'roc. I suppose you've been waiting all this time for someone to recognise the reference. Well here I am. Although, let me just say that 'Misery' Oathbreaker is a bit of a... different name. Unlucky name. Anyway, I suppose I'd better to the ol' atra esterni ono thelduin, mor'ranr lifa unin hjarta onr, un du evarinya ono varda! |
by Sildoyol
June 13, 2017
RedCartographerMy second character is Zar'roc Oathbreaker, Argonian, Assassin, Zar’roc lives off the land the only thing he’s ever paid for was the house he’s building. He’s also the character that seems to always have really weird things happen to him, like for example…. Necromancers bringing chickens back to life to try and kill him. Zar’roc never seems to get a break, since the game is set to master difficulty and lives off of whatever he can find or make only.
So, Inheritance Cycle fans, lets just take a moment to appreciate the use of the hated and fabled word of power, Zar'roc. I suppose you've been waiting all this time for someone to recognise the reference. Well here I am. Although, let me just say that 'Misery' Oathbreaker is a bit of a... different name. Unlucky name. Anyway, I suppose I'd better to the ol' atra esterni ono thelduin, mor'ranr lifa unin hjarta onr, un du evarinya ono varda!
 Feyndojul June 29, 2017 |
My most memorable chatacter would be my Imperial Drascius Posidus. He served in the imperial legion for seven years but started to suffer from PTSD when his legate(I think thats how you spell it) ordered his squad to execute unarmed villagers who were suspected of harbouring stormcloaks. He then became a scholar and taught restoration and alchemy to do his best to help and heal others instead of killing them. He also spent a lot of time in the libary and managed to find information on the ancient dragons and their connection with skyrim. He often spent time hiring guards and caravans to go and explore ruins he thought could help his students study. One day he spent all his gold on one exploration that went wrong and they awoke a massive burial ground for the dead, all his guards were killed and he lost everything barely escaping due to him refusing to fight. He then decided to walk into skyrim and follow up on the lead about dragons. Thats when the events of Helgen took place. He is one of the few peple left who can read dragon. Im thinking of him embracing his destiny as dragonborn which is why he can translate it so easy. He would also need to get over the refusal to fight. Tell me what you think. |
by Feyndojul
June 29, 2017
My most memorable chatacter would be my Imperial Drascius Posidus.
He served in the imperial legion for seven years but started to suffer from PTSD when his legate(I think thats how you spell it) ordered his squad to execute unarmed villagers who were suspected of harbouring stormcloaks. He then became a scholar and taught restoration and alchemy to do his best to help and heal others instead of killing them. He also spent a lot of time in the libary and managed to find information on the ancient dragons and their connection with skyrim. He often spent time hiring guards and caravans to go and explore ruins he thought could help his students study. One day he spent all his gold on one exploration that went wrong and they awoke a massive burial ground for the dead, all his guards were killed and he lost everything barely escaping due to him refusing to fight. He then decided to walk into skyrim and follow up on the lead about dragons. Thats when the events of Helgen took place. He is one of the few peple left who can read dragon.
Im thinking of him embracing his destiny as dragonborn which is why he can translate it so easy. He would also need to get over the refusal to fight. Tell me what you think.
He served in the imperial legion for seven years but started to suffer from PTSD when his legate(I think thats how you spell it) ordered his squad to execute unarmed villagers who were suspected of harbouring stormcloaks. He then became a scholar and taught restoration and alchemy to do his best to help and heal others instead of killing them. He also spent a lot of time in the libary and managed to find information on the ancient dragons and their connection with skyrim. He often spent time hiring guards and caravans to go and explore ruins he thought could help his students study. One day he spent all his gold on one exploration that went wrong and they awoke a massive burial ground for the dead, all his guards were killed and he lost everything barely escaping due to him refusing to fight. He then decided to walk into skyrim and follow up on the lead about dragons. Thats when the events of Helgen took place. He is one of the few peple left who can read dragon.
Im thinking of him embracing his destiny as dragonborn which is why he can translate it so easy. He would also need to get over the refusal to fight. Tell me what you think.
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