by uncommon » Tue May 02, 2017 8:19 am
Ravager - M - 223 (appears to be: mid thirties) - Bosmer/Vampire - Road - Tags: Hanzar
"I understand that the Brotherhood can sound like a very appealing thing, and it is, yes, but it also requires you to make sacrifices if you intend to stay loyal to the group. Sometimes small sacrifices. Sometimes sacrifices that will haunt you for the rest of eternity. Be aware of the price you will have to pay, and be aware of the reward you will receive in return. Make sure this is the right choice for you. I blindly joined the Brotherhood without weighing my choices correctly, and I ended up making bonds there that I was forced to break. My soul still aches from the pain the Brotherhood brought me." He glanced back at the argonian. Ravager's face was evident with strain, fighting the sting of the sun. "But I've learned to overcome it, look past it. Your face reminds me of an old acquaintance from the Brotherhood, actually. Teinaava was his name. He was a senior member of the Brotherhood. Good guy, too. His twin sister ran the sanctuary. Ocheeva. Yes, that was it." His head began to droop as he spoke. It had been so long since he had dared speak to an argonian, and his past seemed to spill out of him like a bowl of water overflowing. There was nothing to contain it and every time he tried to catch it, it slipped through his fingers. "Teinaava and I were best friends, and I had fallen in love with his sister. We were like one big happy family. Everyone kind of had a role to play. I was an ordinary assassin back then. I was the newest member.. and before I had arrived, assassins starting dropping dead. There was a traitor among us. As the newbie, they thought.. the council thought.. that I couldn't possibly be the traitor. I was the only one they could trust. And do you know what they made me do, Hanzar?" He paused, a long, horrific silence that echoed through his heart. "They made me murder my family. The Purification, they called it. It would eliminate the threat of the traitor, they said. But in the end they all died for nothing because the true traitor was the Listener himself. The Night Mother did nothing to prevent the death of her loyal servants. Instead, my family fell apart. And when the true traitor finally died at the end of my blade, the Night Mother named me her new Listener." He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the lizard. He had spilled. And right before them lay the Dragonbridge.