» Fri Jun 22, 2012 3:08 pm
Well mine is actually quite an interesting tale... could be turned into a short story if i really wanted.
Its a tale of two brothers. Two Khajiit Brothers. The Khajiit Brothers, names were Fenrat, and Gurnrat, were part of a caravan headed for Skyrim. They made a wrong turn on there way to Skyrim which ended in the Caravans demise. There caravan ended up passing by a Vampires Lair. The Caravan of Khajiit was quickly overwhelmed. Fenrat and Gurnrat ran.
They ran and ran, right for the border of Skyrim. They ran right into the Imperial ambush set up for Ulfric and his Stormcloaks. Without a clue what was going on the two brothers seeked shelter with the blue uniformed soliders. Just as they began to talk arrows rained down upon the group. An arrow grazed Fenrats cheek, just below his eye, and then stuck itself deep in his foot. Imediatly Fenrat began to go into a daze, and fell into darkness. Gunrat suffered a similiar fate.
The two brothers woke up, to find themselves bound up, and traveling towards there execution in Helgen. Out of the Brothers, Fenrat was the first to go to the chopping block. Just as the Headsman came up for the swing a dragon, black as night landed fercly on the tower behind the headsman. The headsman lost his balance. Then everything went into chaos mode.
Fenrat and Gurnrat became seperated but ended up meeting in Riverwood a day later. Ash covering both of there faces, they hugged as if they had not seen each other in years. That night was a night of reflection, things happened so quickly over the last week. First there Caravan was attacked, then they were ambushed by Imperials, then they barley escaped a Dragon attack. Things couldn't be weirder.
The brothers lost alot of good friends from the Caravan. They vowed to worship Meridia and destroy all the creatures of the night. They vowed to be Vampire Hunters. An unstopable force, a blight to the Vampire population. They sought to calling themselves the Holy Knights... even tho they had no skills with swords or sheilds, or even magic. They knew only one thing... How to be a good theif.
They employed these skills to hunt many a vampire and save many lives. Then one day they uncovered a plot. Vampires ploted to take over the whole town of Morthal. They had to be stopped. The two brothers made there way through the lair, slaughtering countless Vampires, before the vampires were even aware of there presence. Then they aproached the room where the leader of the Vampire cult rested. He was asleep, in his coffin, perfect time to strike. They entered the room without a sound. As they aproached the coffin a loud noise sounded behind them.
The door had been closed, and locked up tight. Three Vampires stepped out of the shadows, bloodlust clear on their faces. Then the master vampire rose from his coffin, without making a movment. The brothers were trapped, and out numbered 2-1. They unsethed there daggers and the blood started pouring. They sliced and pounded the Vampires into a point of dismay. The master was all that remained, in only a few short minutes. But it was to late.
After Fenrat stabed his dagger into the last Vampire Thrall's heart, he heard a cry of pain. He quickly turned to see Gurnrat laying on the floor and the master vampire's fangs sunk into Gurnrat's neck. Fenrat charged the master vampire, jumping on his back and stabbing feriously into the vampire. Rage boiled in Fenrats blood. He brutally mutilated the vampire.
It was to late for his brother however, even the priest could not save him. His brother was not even given a proper burial. The halls of the dead were reserved for Nords only. So Fenrat laid his brother to rest just outside of Morthal, in a coffin on a hill. And that was the end of Gurnrat...
Rumor has it tho, that a hairy Khajiit is causing rampage in Skyrim. "This Khajiit is unstoppable, he feeds on everyone in his way, and someone said they heard he was fixing to become a lycan!", one rumor told of. Deep inside Fenrat he knew, this Khajiit Vampire was no ordinary vampire... it was his brother.