waylander22
Once more into the fray...
A Warrior far from home
First the Ancient home of Yokuda, now the adopted lands of Hammerfell. Lost to him. Forever. No going back. His curse - this relentless succession of exiles. His curse - to never have a land he could call home.
He had survived the journey from his desolated homeland, he had passed the trials in the Alik'r Desert, but still the curse had found him. Again. Always. Would he ever be free of it? "...not until the dark god lays vanquished and defeated by your hand shall peace find you, not until the mighty ruler names you God-Slayer shall you know rest, not until.." - he had laughed at the old witch as the words dripped from her oily tongue. Now here he was, once again in a foreign land. Fighting for a foreign king - huh queen actually. In a battle that was not his own. But this time it was worse - much worse - this time he was about to fight and kill his own. Friends, cousins, sisters, brothers. Fellow Redguard. This would truly haunt his dreams...
He needed a way to end this damned curse - '...well it wont take much I suppose. Just need to find and kill me a fucking god...there was that rumour of a foreign deity trying to take over the land, his name escapes me. Morags Balls?? Hmmm weird name for a god... '
by waylander22 on 2015-06-08 06:54:13