This is my story, what is yours?

Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:47 am



I approach my deathly salvation. The cold bloodied steel of the axe my savior. Soon my pain and will end. And yet, even now at my end the only thing I can see is her eyes, my love. How can something so beautiful bring so much misery and hate?

I grew up much like any other Nord of Skyrim. Played in the fields like any other, hunted deer like any other, fell in love like any other. She was what gave me life, she gave me peace. My father disapproved, as he wanted me to marry a true Nord, not some magic doing witch. But his words eventually disappeared when he returned from the war and she healed his wounds. Not just his body but his soul with her tenderness and kindness. Life was perfect.

Life was perfect; we grew up, had a child and we even named him after my father. I farmed the land; she worked as a healer for returning men from the war. Life was perfect; until the night she passed. Ironic really as she died from an illness that even she couldn’t heal. She gave me her amulet that I forged for her when we were kids, and made me promise to take care of our child. She died in my arms, and as the life seeped out of her body, it seeped out of mine as well.

I raised our boy like she had wished and he grew up much the same as I. One day I heard news that my love’s mother had passed away back in the imperial city. My boy and I packed up and left for the city to pay our respects. After we visited the imperial city, we had decided to travel Tamriel before heading back to our homeland. We saw many great things before finally heading back home.

While crossing the border a group of stormcloak soldiers passed us by. The glare in their eyes made me feel uneasy. Then like a shooting star in the heavens, an arrow flew right over my head into the neck of one of the Stormcloaks. Next thing I knew there was a battle and my boy and I were right in the middle. We tried to ride out but our horses were taken out and I was crushed under the weight of my horse. My son rushed over to try and help me and pulled me out.

Next thing I know I hear a battle cry behind me, and before I can turn around to meet my attacker, my son had already drew his sword and plunged it the stormcloak soldier’s chest. I met his eyes with glowing approval, and for a moment I saw his mother. It had been the first time I had felt that happy for a long time. But that moment would be last time I would ever see any reminisce of my love, as suddenly his eyes glazed over, and he fell to his knees. An arrow had pierced his heart, and mine at the same time.

I caught him before he fell to the earth and I held him in my arms, oblivious to the continued fighting around me. He looked up at me as if asking me to save him, but no words came from his blood soaked lips. As I held him I felt his body loosen, and go limp in my arms. The life in his eyes fade like the sun at dusk as the night swallows up the day. What happened next I’m not sure but I had never been filled with so much pain and rage. I picked up his sword and started to swing it at any man that came close enough. I killed three, maybe four men; Imperial, Stormcloak, it didn’t matter. I dropped to my knees and looked to the heavens, searching for answers. This was when an imperial came over and hit me with the butt of his sword.

I have my head on the block now. Waiting for my steel savior to thrust down and release me. Finally I might be reunited with my love, and maybe my son will be there too. But I fear that I have done nothing so deserving. No, I will not go to same place as a beautiful healer of men’s hearts and souls, nor of a brave young man protecting his father. I will simply cease to exists, and maybe it better that way. As I look up to the heavens one last time, that next thing I see is glowing red eyes of what looks like a dragon. [/color]
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gandalf
 
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Post » Sat Jun 09, 2012 9:16 pm

Open to interpretation eh?
EDIT: Your text was invisible to me when I first looked at it for some reason. Now I can see it. Sorry about that lol.
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Monika Krzyzak
 
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:09 am

huh?
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MISS KEEP UR
 
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Post » Sat Jun 09, 2012 7:18 pm

Sylynce, that's a beautiful well thought out back story.

My char's stories are not so well thought out and more of a motivation factor than a true story. But I do love to read what other's have thought out.
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Ross Thomas
 
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 12:17 am

thanks :biggrin:
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:57 am

I have alot of my backstory in my head. it's not all written down. if you want to read some of my main characters adventures check out the link in my sig.
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Kelli Wolfe
 
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Post » Sat Jun 09, 2012 10:59 pm

yeah, i've had this story in my head for a while now, but i was already into another character. but i have finally decided to write this one down, and now im starting a new game with this character as we speak.
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 4:00 am

Nice backstory, guessing you went Imperial then? Mine is less emotional but you did ask "whats yours?".
Spoiler

Name-Amaraz Indobar (He actually has two stories that conflict with each other right now) This is the more Lore friendly one.
Race-Dunmer
Gender-Male
Class-Witchhunter/Nightblade

His father story leads to his own. Which is short.

Neveril Indobar
Born- 2E 852

A Dunmer named Neveril Indobar, became the first Buoyant Armiger to ever be inducted into the ranks without prior military background, while still in the Dunmer 'Teens'. He was a descendant of the legendary Vivorin Indobar, Nordslayer. He wielded his ancestors ancient Nordic Blade taken on the field of battle from a powerful Nordic Tongue. He became a high ranking member in a few short years and even helped Vivec, Almalexia, and Sotha Sil strengthen the Ghost Gate and the fence's magical barrier after they were driven away from the heart of Lorkahn by Dagoth Ur and his Ash Vampires . They were attacked while Almsivi was in the midst of generating the magicka to power the Ghostfence. Neveril fended off dozens of Ash monsters single handedly as the guards that had accompanied them quickly fell to monsters while spell bound by an Ascended Sleeper. He defended Almsivi and killed all opponents. Thus allowing the Ghostfence to be built.

~Excerpt from one of Almalexia's Journal~

~On Neveril Indobar~
"An Ascended Sleeper had dazzled the entire company but something in his constitution made him resist it. He slew countless foes with his ancient Nordic blade. It seemed to make him more powerful whenever he screamed the Nordic runes on the blade in battle. Screaming while he fought all the monsters off, a whirlwind of Nordic steel, death, and arcane power turning him into a veritable hurricane of Steel and Sorcery. A powerful example of a Dunmer male. I had to have him in my guard. He reminded me of my Husband of old in name and action. He encountered the Ascended Sleeper and beat it at a contest of wills. Eviscerating it with a subsequent decapitation to follow. Glorious! Meanwhile we finished the Ritual. Heaving with exertion and covered in ash, blood, and other substances he knew not what he came over to us and collapsed. I healed him and took him back to the Ghostgate to have a chat with his commander."
~2E 894, Morndus 4th Seed.

After Nevaril's exploits he was brought by Almalexia and made a member of Her Hands. The youngest member of The Hands Of Almalexia at the time. He was imbued with Divine power by her and his body made stronger and his life force extended. He was given the Armor of her personal guard, but he refused the traditional Ebony Scimitar of Her Hands, and kept his ancient Nordic Sword. It served him well for many centuries in her service. Later a distant cousin Drals Indobar joined their ranks building on the prestige of the Indobar name. Neveril's skills were in high demand. He was even Almalexia's favorite bodyguard...Till the Nerevarine came and his goddess went mad.

-3E 427

Sent on a mission to kill the emperor by a crazed Almalexia he instead took the opportunity to talk to Vivec. When he got there Vivec was no where to be found. Then in desperation he searched for the Nerevarine. He could not find the Nerevarine. Lost and forlorn, over his Goddess having lost her mind, he wandered through many lands.

-3E 433

One day in Southern High Rock hordes of Daedra started pouring our of Portals that looked like gleaming black thorns covered in blood. He took up his blade and entered several gates. Cleansing them all with his knowledge of such workings by tearing out the stones at the tops of the towers. Just as his training with The Hands of Almalexia had taught him. He became a hero of the Breton people during the Oblivion Crisis.

-4E 24

He lived many more years, getting married having 3 sons and slaying Minotaur nests, Werewolf cults, and many more things. Even taking his sons out with him teaching them his ways for many years. He heard about the deaths of the Tribunal and cried for the loss of Almsivi, but prayed for the Nerevarine to be strong and keep Morrowind strong and stable.
Then he heard about the Ministry of Truth's fall and the eruption of Red Mountain. Finally he heard how his homeland was invaded by the Nords, Orcs, and Argonians. Where was the Nerevarine? Why had he left? He wept for the deaths of his kin and his land and then taught his sons about their homeland. Teaching them not to count on others but only on themselves and their kin.

-4E 47
Many years passed and he heard about the floating city Umbriel and the destruction it had wrought on his old country during its creation and the damage it did to Argonia, Cyrodiil, and Morrowind. What had the world come too? He often wondered. He heard of young heroes who stopped it but his curiosity was aroused. He decided to go out one last time and brought his sons with him. They were young but he was capable and was only going to see what had become of Morrowind with his own eyes. At the border it was clear he could see the devastation that had been wrought on his people. Though it was bad, it was not as bad as he had feared. He spent two months camped out with his sons, living off the lands and teaching them traditional Dunmer warfare, survival techniques and some brief history about the Dunmer people. They returned home and Neveril felt at peace. Little did they know someone had noticed them. Word quickly reached an old Dunmer. Word was passed of the coming of Neveril Indobar, the lost Hand of Almalexia.

4E 56

Giving his, by now legendary and ancient, Nordic blade finally named Stormsinger to his eldest son, Amaraz. Who was a boy he always(rightfully and very aptly) claimed put even his skills to shame. He as proud a father as there could be. He told the boy to sing to the blade in battle. He gave his other sons other mementos of his travels. His youngest, a boy named Zarkynd who was heavy into Conjuration, Destruction and Restoration, he gave all the Sigil stones he had found in the Oblivion Gates. His middle son Jax he gave his God-wrought armor too. The Armor of Almalexia's Personal Guard. Her Hands Armor. This son was a warrior through and through. He would come to depend on the armor very much in the turbulent times to come.

Neveril died peacefully in his sleep that same night, after five centuries of life, from the silent painless poison of an ex-Morag Tong Assassin, who whispered, "And the last of the Heretics is dead. The last contract I ever had is done." His eldest son, who had been taught by him and given his blade found his body. He gathered up his brothers and followed the trail of the Assassin for decades.

-4E 78

His Mage brother was killed in Cyrodiil by a raging cult of Daedra worshipers that the three brothers had agreed to kill for a village called Aleswell. Amaraz and Jax finished the Job and buried there brother. Continuing the search for the Assassin.

-4E 103

Jax died from a Dunmer youth stabbing him in the neck. The youth thought that Jax was one of Almalexia's Guard and he had heard that they had failed the Goddess to her death. Dooming Morrowind. After burying his third member of his family. He went back to High Rock to visit his mother only to find out she had left to help the Dunmer people in Solstheim.

He quickly forgot about that as he heard that an ex Morag Tong assassin had been seen over in Elsweyr. He followed that trail for years. He made many side stops on the way. Always willing to help out the Dunmer people wherever he found them in need. He even helped the other races as his father had told him long before. "They may not be Dunmer, but they are still beings of equal merit. Treat them as such son." He continued his search for his fathers killer. A trail so cold for so long even the slightest bit of warmth was detected by him.

-4E 121

Eventually becoming a legend in his own right. He was, Amaraz Indobar. A name championed by the beleaguered Dunmer people. He spent 20 years saving countless peoples lives and ending many others. He came to be called the Storming Banshee. Bandits feared it. Monsters loathed it. He earned that name for the way he sang when wielding his blade Stormsinger. When it was in his hands lightning danced around him and when his blade came into contact with anything it sent out a powerful jolt of Electricity. He never remembered the runes on the blade glowing so fiercely. Even when his father wielded it. It felt like it was a part of him.

-4E 141

Amaraz finally tracked the Assassin to Solstheim. He caught and killed him. A mer who had wormed his way into the Dunmer circle of power on Solstheim, was slayed in their midst by a specter of revenge. The last words the Assassin said were muttered and blood covered ones. "Ha! *coughs up blood* The son...of that...Heretic....killed me? I...care little. He was...the last contract...I was ever given by the...Morag..*series of coughs*..Tong. That...contract was...given to me by a dead man. Neveril was res...ponsible..for her failure that...Blasphemer. He could of helped her..." Then with his death Amaraz felt like Justice had finally been served. It was a grim and cold feeling for him. For what family did he have left?

Amaraz found his mothers grave there in Solstheim after a bit of asking around. She had been well known and had died 3 years ago from Astral Vapors contracted while helping clear out a cave of undead. He had lost his Mother. A mother he had not seen in some 20-30 odd years. A mother who had not known her two youngest sons were dead. He had lost his entire family. He was not the only one of his people to have done so. Regret and then rage took hold of him. He unleashed it upon the foes of his people. At first he stayed in Solstheim. A place where he made a name for himself killing werewolves and helping the Dunmer people.

-4E 150

Eventually he left Solstheim for a time. Wandering Morrowind and getting familiar with it. Having lost all his family members, Amaraz fell into a spiral of bad decisions for a number of years. Taking up Daedra worshiping and even injecting enchanted Daedric runes into his body. He gave in to vengeance and went hunting for Argonian raiding parties. He slew many, though he came to regret it later. Did they deserve death? He did not know. He did know that they might have killed or captured his fellow Dunmer though. Still it did little to relieve his conscience. Eventually he scraqed himself out of the self-pitying destructive behavior he had participated in and went back to Solstheim to help his people. But first he felt a need for some closure.

-4E 154

He summoned his fathers ghost once. To talk to him. After the talk he is famous for saying, "Ironic that such a man who had saved so many, be killed for having failed to protect a mad Goddess that had wanted nothing but death and chaos. Ironic that an assassin with a voided contract had pursued him. Life shall punish you no matter your deeds. But if you follow the path of righteousness, you shall at least be remembered with love and admiration. Even beyond the next life."

-4E172

Amaraz went on to help form a solid pact between the Dunmer of Solstheim and what was left of the people on Vvardenfell. He was successful as the rest of the world was focused on the war between the Empire and Aldmeri Dominion. His success had him sent to participate in many more similar missions.

-4E 174

The Solstheim Couciil had him meet with a Thalmor ambassador on neutral ground. During this meeting Amaraz felt utterly disgusted with the machinations and high handedness of the Thalmor. He was taken aside after the meeting by an Altmer who was part of the Ambassador's retinue. The Altmer would beseech him to refuse the Thalmor. "I have heard of you. You are a strong one. Some say a mighty hero. I have words for you. Most of the older Altmer are disenfranchised with the Thalmor Regime. There is no love lost between our two races, but the only Merish race of any consideration not yet under Thalmor control must stay away from their corrupt and heretical ways! We are not all with them,fear and weakness plays a part. Some of our wisest and oldest leaders were outcast or killed! This is not our people. When fire and steel reside in the hands of the Dunmer, I beg you to remember your mercy." Amaraz was shocked by these words. He took another look at the Altmer in the Ambassadors retinue. He saw a mix of rabid zealotry and a defeated acceptance in the Altmer. He then said, "Rest assured long lost cousin, my right hand dispenses mercy, my right Vengeance. Neither shall be idle if we come to war. But they shall be in equal measure." The Negotiations over Amaraz returned to Solstheim to relay the message. The Thalmor were not to treated with on an equal footing unless the Dunmer were sorely pressed. It was regarded as equal parts wise advice and folly by the council.

-4E 200

Amaraz was chosen to go to Windhelm by the council, to try and acquire help from them. Knowing them to be a city heavily influenced by the Dunmer refugees. On his way he was surrounded by a company of Orc and Nordic Mercenaries. He had no choice to surrender with dozens of bows trained on him. Bound and gagged he was brought to a Bandit fortress in the mountains south-east of Windhelm. His fathers sword Stormsinger taken from him and lost. He for the first time felt powerless. He escaped as some kind of monster was massacring the Bandits. He returned later but could not find his sword. He left and soon stumbled upon a battle between two groups. On obviously the legion and the other lead by a man shouting words of power. He felt a strange resonance as he heard those words. He was then surrounded by four Imperial Legionaries. They thought him a spy and bundled him up with what he soon learned were the Stormcloaks. After a ride in the snow they reached a place called Helgen. They brought him to the block for execution. He watched the first few Stormcloaks get executed and a thief shot in the back with arrows. As his head was lain on the block a large roar was heard and dark wings were spotted in the distance...
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 1:28 am

I sing of the reality of this conflict. One that has divided Skyrim.

Here is an ode to it:

And so the Stormblade charged in quick
And delivered a thrust that hit the brick
And the legate drew their sword to fight
For both believed that they were right
And the Thalmor watched it with a grin
As their blades clashed, making an awful din
Tired and bloodied they renewed their attacks
Neither was injured gravely by misguided hacks
And so the battle continued to rage
Both sides stuck in a metaphorical cage
Neither side gives any ground
Prophecy must resolve this round
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Post » Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:02 pm

That's also a nice well thought out back story, nice!
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Post » Sun Jun 10, 2012 9:09 am

Ah, my character. You mean the Nord who came back to Skryim in search of wealth, fame, and some bread? Well, that's wrong, he came to Skryim fleeing as a criminal. Let me tell you the short story of his past! Have a seat and some mead!
He wears armor that is light, and wields a weapon that requires two hands. Swift to move, but slow to swing. Slash, slam, or cleave, his foes would fall no matter. One day, he was framed for commiting a crime. He was almost thrown in jail if not for his celerity. One guard still chased him and he pulled out his trusty bow. He drew the arrow back and shot the guard in the knee. He then fled north to Skyrim, where the civil war was taking place. He was mistaken for a Stormcloak after his flight. He was taken to Helgen via carriage, and was sent to the block of, well......beheading. He was almost beheaded when a figure drew out of the mountains. It was darker than my beard, and bigger than my hammer, fiercer than myself, and more terrifying than......myself. [remember a some random guy is telling you this story] He then escaped Helgen with his fellow. Then he went to Whiterun to later find out he is Dragonborn. He killed many dragons and got their souls as power for his Thu'um. How do I know this, you say? Well, that........that is something I will tell you later. Right now, have another mead! One last thing. He says his great phrase from not the Dragon language but from another tongue. "Pugnavi, cepi, abii" was it.
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Post » Sat Jun 09, 2012 7:08 pm

He was found and raised by a gard and his wife, from his father he lernt swordplay and archery from g=his mother he lernt to read and whitening, he all ways told his father he was going to be come an hero to wwitch his fater all ways said "there are no more heros", one day bandits attacked his small town, killing his mother he and his father attacked the bandit leader, his father stabed the baindit leader in the heart only to get stabed back, as his father layed dieing he told him "go go be a hero dont let my words stop you live your life even tho your not of my blood you will all ways be my son.
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