Defection of the pact.

My name....is Alinialura Ravenspyre.....born of the Dominion, but it is not my home.

Before I could remember, before I could hold a blade, before I could stand, my home was Skyrim, my sister Shiro and I were raised there together. We embraced the snowy lands, were raised up with the other children despite our differences. I gave everything to the pact, and to my dear sister. Even my mortality.

But as the years went by, the lands of the pact became dark. A war had gone on in the Imperial lands, union was to be formed between the Nords, the Argonians, and the Dunmer, but this union was a farce. Nobles of the Dunmer were concerned not with the well-being of the pact, only with sitting in their houses and trying to find creative ways to attack eachother from behind. The lands of Skyrim had been wandered by a charismatic lunatic who engaged Sheogorath in a battle of wits unarmed, and now believes himself Jarl.

My beloved sister was attacked, murdered in her sick bed......the daughter I had adopted ranted at until her already damaged mind was finally broken....and I found myself hunted, often by the very people I stood to protect......

These lands held no love for me any longer.

Today I have at my side a new sister, one I have adopted into my clan, and she and I have set out for the lands of my birth, to find a new home. A new life, I have left word for those few I trusted, I cannot help but to wonder, will I be followed?

I arrived today, and wandered these lands a bit, I keep getting lost, but find myself always circling around to the same quiet little town, the people seem friendly enough, they don't even question my presence. Tonight they drank with me, shared a bit of their lives, I cannot say the last time I felt so at ease.

I cannot wait to hunt in these lands, so many creatures I don't even think I have seen before....beasts whose meat will be refreshing to those around, and whose blood will mix with the honey to bring honor to their sacrifice. I find I have laid down my greatsword in lieu of the shield of a guardian, to protect what is precious to me, my clan, my family.

((This is very well written, please keep it up :) ))

Another night of wandering the lands lost, and always the same beacon of civilization. Some of the faces are familliar, almost like a haunting. This evening I shared a drink with an Argonian......never thought I would see another of their kind again, poor lass seemed to think I saw her as my supper.

But not the least of the amusement was the woman I got to exchange blows with. Seems she is one of Hircine's pups, found the poor girl beating her fists bloody against the wall. Took her out back for a friendly brawl, been a long while since I felt the sting of a fist. She wasn't much of a fighter, but I see potential in her arm.....maybe she will let me show her the sword.

Stole a kiss from her after the fight....guess I should have gotten her name instead.