» Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:50 pm
Three hundred years....three hundred years since I was first infected. I was traveling to the border, late at night, when I was ambushed by 3 vampires. After that, 3 vampires died, 1 walked away from the scene. I had stopped at a town on the border, only to be chased out, with fire and silver, into the Jerall Mountains in southern Skyrim. for three hundred years I was hunted there, but they could never find me. I used anyone who ever found me as tests, tests to see if mortals fly as well as bats off a mountain. the tests were conclusive: they did not. for 300 hundred years I hid in caves, the vampirism strangely sharpening my hearing. I could hear the heartbeats of mortals in my territory...always so fast, so frantic. Then...then I made the beating stop. I could hear the hearts of all the men and mer in Skyrim, every single beat. But now, with the power of the Elder Scrolls, with my new vampire allies, and the Sun's tyrany at an end....The heartbeats i've heard for three centuries will finally stop.