1. Nothing too sexual.

2. Don't control another's character, you can have multiple characters. 

"Life was so simple, nothing but the tools, my land and my family. There was no war, no sorrow just us, everything was perfect. It was perfect. But all that changed, when they attacked. I lost everything when they came, my home, my family so did many others. Entire villages were decimated, our way of life defiled, the world we knew was gone. Outnumbered, outmatched there is no victory but this is our home, we will fight for it, my name is Tholim Ivygrass." 

(this just after "Flesh of Man", Tholim was one of the corrupted) 

(my voice sounds like this) 

BEFORE THE ATTACK

Tholim looked woke from his asleep, his wife awoke to, "Hey, what happened."  

"A nightmare." Gilae (the wife) put his hand on his chest. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not." Gilae gave him a kiss on the cheek and went back to sleep.

IN THE MORNING

Tholim grabbed his bow and went out to hunt, "Be careful, when you see wolves-" 

"I know, I know go around them." Tholim finished Gilae's sentence. Tholim left the house. A rabbit. Tholim crouches and shoots it in the chest. Galie got the pot ready and started to cook, "How's the baby?" 

"Good. I went to the physician, he said he'll be strong, like you." Galie replied. 

Falin stretched in her perch. She had been watching potential game lumber by, unaware of her presance. Glancing over she could see her son Covan waiting for a chance to shoot. A cold breeze blew through the branches. Falin froze, she swore she could hear the sound of crying drifitng on the wind.

Silvan Oakshade had waited for an animal for hours. Soon an elk walked by. Sivan pulled the bowstring to his cheek, keep three fingers under the notch of the arrow. He aimed the tip of the arrow right below the heart. He could hear his own breathing. Silvan released the arrow, it wobbled as it was pushed off of the string and plunged into the heart of the elk.

This better be only for food.

Silvan chuckled, 'It is, don't worry, Sauriil.'

Good . . . 

"Shall we see Falin today?" Galie asked Tholim.

"Let's get her a gift, for saving us, and all of Valenwood." So they went to Valenwood, Tholim made a sculpture of wood, for an anornament to put in the house (looked something like this). Knock.  

'Who could that possibly be?' She moved to the door and opened it. "Galie? Tholim? I haven't seen you two in forever. Please, come in." She moved out of their way. "Dereth's showing Covan how to restring his bow, but they should be in soon enough."

"We can't thank you enough for what you did for our home, so we made this present. We thank Y'ffre for sending Valenwood such a great soul," Gilae said. Tholin handed the sculpture to Falin,

"I hope you like, it took me a long time."

"I forgot how skilled you were at carving." Falin smiled, taking the gift. "You were always carving something whenever I went with Arena to your village."

"I still have those sculptures." Tholin said.

Falin nodded, motioning for them to have a seat. "How have things been? I haven't seen you much since you moved across the border."

Silvan's head began to ache. He felt a strange hunger for Bosmer flesh.

The Corruption still hasn't left. You may want to be careful around others.

He saw a house, and three figures. One was the hero, Falin.

Me: Maybe she could help cure me. 

Silvan runs to the house and knocks.

Falin blinked and looked at the door. "If one comes, everybody stops by I guess." She could hear Dereth and Covan coming back inside as she answered the door.

'Great Hero! I require your need. He will explain everything.'