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Champion of Grottos and Gremlins
Virk put the wood axe on his back and searche for small trees to cut down. "It was... it was not Virk's fault!" He lookeddown while venturing in the wilderness. "Virk's mother, Beatrice, told him his father was... betraying the Wiing family. He was pouring poison in every town person's ears about Virk and Beatrice. And she somehow... with her r...red eyes, she convinced Virk his father would have to be dealt with through bloodshed." Noticing he wasn't clear enough, he added. "Beatrice... is a vampire." In fact the most terrifying creature Virk could picture. "She had it all planned, even before she told Virk." He made an effort not to cry or gag in is words. "His father was hunting that day... and... Virk's mother told him to kill him in the woods, where no law would apply. Forgive Virk but he doesn't want to say his name..." He failed to hold it and began to sob and cry silently. "Virk met him drinking from a lake, and readied his shiv. He hurled it to please his mother and eviscerated his heart. Virk still managed to get final words uttered by his father. He said..."Son... Why?" And passed away in my hands." Sometimes the imperial's weighty pain was enough to speak of himself in first person. "Virk went back to his mother and she spoke she was pleased. Oh... I cried, but she comforted me." He finally spotted a good tree and beggan chopping it down. "Virk thought he had done the right thing... but then..." His tone shifted to an angry one. "She met a guard. And soon they were in love. Surely Virk could stand love, even though he never managed to fall in love and always envied those who did, but he met... both of them in bed. He defiled Beatrice!" With his rage, he cut the log faster and soon the tree was down with a noisy impact. Virk then proceeded to chop the log in small thick pieces. "Virk wouldn't still kill a man for that, he wanted, but no. That was until he had met Beatrice's lover in the guards of Whiterun's barracks drunken speaking about an animal. Virk thought it was a goat or a cow. But then.. he spoke about it with affect. That man was talking about my mother! So, when Virk lured him to the Hall of Dead through a fake myth of Draugr, he pierced through his head with a shiv. He just did it for Beatrice! Please understand! And please, I beg of you, if you ever find her, don't tell her Virk murdered her lover." He gave her a few logs, not very gentleman like and wiped the tears of his face. "What does Anya think?"