Wolfox

Hey, you there. Wait up! I need to speak to you. *he catches his breath* You, overpaid at the Inn. I was send to return the gold. Hmm? You want to know about my past? How I became a friendly but scary looking Orc? Well, I was born like I am. But if you wish. My name is Aoi Seishin. It means Blue Spirit. I was named this way because I my skin look like a gray-ish blue and I have blue eyes.

I was born in one of the Strongholds here in Skyrim. I grew up a regular Orcish child. SO not much to tell there. Around my 15th birthday I got taken. I don't exactly know where, but when I woke up I was in a cell. A man looked down at me. He told me I was his new Pit Fighter. If I won, I got to eat. If I lost I should be happy if I got to fight again, with this he meant I could get killed. My first match was a year later. I had been imprisoned againt my will for a year, training for this match. Hoping I could escape somehow. My match was against the current Champion. An adult Nord who had not only killed, but eaten all of his opponents so far. When the gates opened and we got to choose weapons, things could not get too much worse. He picked his favored Great Sword. I only had a couple of old rusty regular swords. I have no idea how, but I managed to win. I recall punching him out cold, but not much else. The crowd was surprised and displeased. Even more so when they noticed I wouldn't kill my opponent. They started throwing things at me, including a single dagger that the guards didn't notice. I picked that up and hit ir in my sleeve, waiting for the right moment. At that point the Nord stood back up and cursed me out, saying he would have his refenge. Little did all of them know I would be gone before they would know abotu it. That night, when the last guard went to sleep, I whipped out the dagger and broke the lock of my sell with it, allowing me to escape. When I got outside I asked about my Stronghold. I was told thay it was in the northern direction of where we were. For the next day I could only run. no looking back, no resting. I simply ran home. When I reached the gates the guards instantly let me in, welcoming me home. The first thing I did was find my Mother. When I did I held her in my arms, crying like a newborn. After a day of rest I told the Chief what had happened. He decided it was time to increase the defeces to make sure it didn't happen again. A month later, the men from the Pit wished to take me back. We all refused and stood our ground. Our Stronghold knew no casulties in this battle, but we were getting tired. So our chief and their leader made a deal. One match, one fighter from each side. Would we win, they would not srugle and turn themselve in to the guards. If they won, we would all become Pit Fighters and smith's for the Pit. Our strongest was to go against the Nord I had beaten once before. Each had a month to prepare. All went well, but one weak before the match out Champion got injured. While he was training one of their men cut of his right hand. The guard took the intruder out. I offered to take his place and fight for our Stronghold. Both Moother and the Chief aggred I would be our best bet from here, and gave me a quick weeks amount of training. Right before the match, Mother gave me a couple of Swords. I knew now that there was no was in Oblivion I could lose. I entered the Arena we set out for our battle, I saw that the Nord had, yet again, picked up his favorite weapon. The fight was quicker this time. WHile he had been training to specifically take on Orc's, I had also become stronger, and I remembered how he fights. I managed to disarm him, officially winning the match. Or at least so I thought. Turns out that wasn't the case as he jumped me and stabbed me in the shoulder, my dominant one too. He picked up his weapon again and rstarted the fight.It wasn;t easy, but I managed to get past the pain and disarm him a second time, this time stabbing him in his hands to make sure he wouldn't get up again. But he did, trying the same trick again. But I was prepared. I turned around and stabbed him right through the chest, ending the mans life. It didn;t feel good, but it had to be done. Our guards and warriors escored our friends to the nearest guard post while I sat there thinking of what I had done. Mother was proud that I did the unthinkable and saved the Stronghold doing so. I was branded a Hero, but I felt wrong. I ended his life... *he creates a fist as if angry at himself* I was never allowed to take anothers life. Not even his. 24 years later it still gnawed on me. Even though the Stronghold and the hold it was located in had created a strong unity with eachother because of me, I still could not let the feeling that I had robbed someone of their life go. I talked it up with Mother and the Chief, and decided I should roam Skyrim for a bit. Perhaps that could set my mind at ease. One way or another, I grabbed my stuff and after a tearfull goodbye with my mother and Newborn sister, I left ro hind redemption for my actions. And that's pretty much it. I'm now looking for closure on this. Anyway, I should go, something tells me we both have quite a way ahead of us.