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Arturius's backstory for those interested:
ARTURIUS Mine is a story of sadness and vengeance....
I was a child, 11 or 12 years old, asleep in a warm bed in a warm house my father, a disgruntled Imperial soldier and devote Stendarr follower, had worked his hands to the bone to earn us, he had left the legion in disgust at what they had become. My mother was once a talented Breton healer in the imperial legion; she followed his lead in leaving the now crooked empire.
Suddenly there was a noise, and a scream. a voice yelled “Where.. is..the Scroll!, Where is Adalvald!?! He knows where Serana lies!!!” Leaping from my rest I grabbed the Iron Dagger my father left in the room eager to assist my father in defending our homestead. Was the voice talking about Uncle Adalvald? I entered the living area behind me to see a tall man, pale skinned with eager eyes, orange eyes, hungry eyes… He stood tall in front of the fire, with an assistant in the corner, on their knees in front of him, my sister with his hand vice gripped on her head, my mother, in the other hand, held off the floor by her throat, my poor sister... he muttered something about her being acceptable, before throwing her to his assistant. He then drained my Breton mother of her blood through her neck, before tossing her into the fire. My father entered, the family battle-axe above his head, a war-cry on his lips cut short, the vampire drained his life entirely with one blow to the chest. A seasoned soldier killed instantly…. what chance did I have.
His assistant then gripped me and held me still as his master attacked my sister, slashing at her, mutilating her before my eyes. He then approached me, carving my face with his claws, three deep, scarring lines down my cheek. The Vampire suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream, his hand had started to fizz and blister, the smell was unbearable. My blood had caused some sortof reaction, The Vampire hissed at me clutching his hand. screaming the words “Dovahbloooood!!”.
They left as fast as they had appeared, I approached my weeping sister. “What do I do, How do I stop the bleeding?” She looked at me, the blood rushing from my face, and with all she had left, she ripped part of her dress away, and held it too my face to staunch the blood. She nodded as if to say it’s ok then whispered in my ear with all the breath she had left, “I will see you in Sovngarde dear brother”. I held her up until her very last breath. Everything I had, My whole life, Gone....
3 Weeks ago I’ve spent the last 10 odd years drowning my sorrows in ale and Brawling in Taverns, I was truly a lost soul, I’ve moved from town to town performing manual labour just to put food in my belly and a roof over my head. After passing out from Talos knows how many jugs of ale, I had the most vivid dream of my life. I was in a cold dark cave, suddenly in front of me those same bright orange eyes from 10 odd years ago, but I felt different, I felt no fear, no hesitation. The eyes got closer and closer, I then shouted at the pale figure in some language I do not even know or understand, the figure flew across the cave and exploded in a pool of ash and blood upon hitting the cave wall.
Out of the shadows my sister appeared “You must travel to Skyrim, You will find the answers you seek, Go my brother, your destiny awaits” She then reached out and touched my face, this woke me up instantly from my slumber.
This must a sign from the gods, why did my blood burn the Vampire and cause him to flee all those years ago? What power can throw a Vampire across a room like a rag doll and destroy it? I cannot waste away like this anymore, my path is now clear, I must take action and avenge my family, or die trying.
Present Day I have begun my journey to Skyrim to continue my hunt for the Vampire that slew my family and destroyed my life, the borders between Cyrodiil and Skyrim are closed off and the Imperial guard would not let me pass that way. I hitched a ride with a band of soldiers that call themselves “Stormcloaks”, they said they can get me across the border. When or if I reach Skyrim I need to find someone to train me, I am strong and I can hold my own but my weapon skills are lacking. My father used to tell tales about the guilds in Skyrim,
The Companions in Jorrvaskr in the trading city of Whiterun, His stories of Ysgramor and Kodlak Whitemane were legendary and awe inspiring.
My mother was a skilled battlemage and expert in restoration magic, there are whispers of a college in Winterhold that teaches the art of Magic. I must investigate.
