"Mine is a sad story. My family was minor nobility in Valenwood, though my mother a commoner. Faeloen Naylik, my father, didn't care about that. He loved her. And like a fable of old the common girl Eliya found her prince. Years later I was born. My birth, however, was long and grueling. He was born healthy and strong. Unfortunantly...my mother died during it. It was then that my father decided to leave Valenwood behind; as well as the memories. I had an older brother and two older sisters, Treon Naylik(oldest), Nihls Naylik, and Relas Naylik(twins). After looking at several potential lands, my father decided on the Falkreath region of Skyrim. It was wooded and there was a keep for sale outside of the the city. While I and my siblings settleted in, my father seemed to rush something down to the vault. He returned a few moments later closing the gates and even added more defenses to the area. In the years that would follow I always wondered what was secreted down there..."
"Settling in the keep was simple after making sure all documents had been approved and sealed by the Jarl. However, it took a few years for the Nords to accept us. But when I turned seven years, my father would win the hearts of the locals. A fearful scream shattered the forest one day. A young Nord girl was being chased by bandits a few hundred feet away from the keep. Without a second thought my father rushed to her aid. He ran faster than he ever had before. Suddenly the bandits were under attack. One fell to a fireball and the other two drew blades to attack this impudent little elf. With ease Faeloen slew the other two, his elven blade Ancient's Wrath swinging in deadly arcs. He picked the crying girl up and took her safely to the keep. There she was given new clothes and fed, before returning to Falkreath. Her parents were overjoyed, the people cheered. The Jarl awarded him with the title Thane and the gratitude of Falkreath."
"Things were perfect for a time, until the Stranger came...One day a young Breton approached the keep. When asked by the Falkreath guards as to his buisness here. He asked to speak with Thane Faeloen. When he intrroduced himself, he claimed to be a Dwemer scholar. My father and the scholar talked for several hours alone in the study. Soon however it became arguing and the Breton left in an air of indignity. When I asked what he had wanted, my father simply said, "All will be revealed when you come of age." A few months later an Imperial merchant came with gifts of gold and jewels, but he left just like the scholar. As the months past, more and more visitors visited the keep. A Nord noble, a Dark Elf adventurer, and even a High Elf Lord(he was suspected of being an Aldmeri agent). They all left without whatever they had come seeking. Then there was even an attempt to break into the vaults. The theif was injured, but escaped. My interest only grew. What was in the vault?? Then when I turned nine, I wished I never knew..."
"On a bleak, unnaturally dark night. He came...A figure swaddled in black, ragged cloth and hooded robes with strange runes. He approached the keep slowly. The guards were automatically on edge. The gatekeeper approached to ask his buisness on such a night, but before he could say a word he was dead. Suddenly the keep's door exploded while I and my family were having supper. My father and older brother rushed to stand in front of and confront him. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?!" The mysterious figure spoke in a voice straight from Oblivion. Deep and demonic, yet as unnerving as a dark whisper..."You know." He came closer slowly. "Give me it, now. Perhaps you'll live if you obey." My father set his jaw and eyes turn to steel. He said, "I have no idea what your talking about." The dark figure, laughed. At least I hoped it was. It ran chills down my spine. "I've tried other methods, now I have no other option but you have forced me to reveal my hand." I could feel the Stranger's evil smile. In front of their very eyes he changed into the Breton scholar! Then he gradually changed into every visitor we had seen over the last year!"
"I'll give you one last chance." He walked closer, "Give. Me. The Totem!" My father and brother drew blades. "You'll never have it...our family has guarded that totem for generations. Guards! To me!" The Stranger laughed again. "The dead can't hear you." My father turned pale, but his sword was steady. "What are you..?" The Stranger raised his hands, black muscular things ending in claws, "Find out..." Suddenly nightmarish creatures appeared and chaos reigned. "Children! Run!" shouted my father as they attacked the unholy creatures. I didn't know what to do. I felt torn, so...I ran...I ran and ran, out the door. Past fires and dark shapes. I regret that to this day...Suddenly..I was alone in the forest. I wandered for hours, fearful and alone...until a limb snapping stopped him cold. But before I could hide a hand was around my mouth, "Quiet boy, they may still be around." I managed to get a look at the owner of the hand. I nearly wept. It was Daran, the twenty-two year old Redguard cook. "We have to leave...come on."
"We traveled all night without rest to Helgen. There, Daran bought a longsword and we hired a carriage. "To the border of Hammerfell, no questions and you won't remember us." He handed the driver a coin purse with five thousand gold inside. "I have no idea what you mean," said the driver taking the coin. "I'm just going to Hammerfell to see a few friends. No passangers." Daran nodded as the driver urged the horses along. Daran then turned to me, and softly said, "Cry for them Kir...it helps. I know." And so I did...for my dad, my bother, my sisters...my life..."
"For five years we lived in Hammerfell, and in that time Daran married and raised me as his own. I had planned to return to Falkreath, but rumors of civil war and Dragons stayed the my feet. However, when I turned fourteen I decided to travel. It took convincing, but Daran and Sarli agreed. I wanted to find...something, myself maybe. They gave me supplies, gold, and a tearful farewell. I joined a merchant ship to see the world until I was old enough to travel on my own. The ship avoided Skyrim altogether during this time. Three years passed and I grew, stronger and wiser than my age. I was a skilled swordsman, pickpocket, and very stealthy. I wrote Daran and Sarli everytime I was ashore. But the fires of revenge still burned within me. And fate would stroke the flames."
"That is some of the worst parts...there's more...so much more pain, but I've talked too much. I apologize if that was all too much for you." Kir went into a deep silence. "If you ever want to know more, perhaps you'll hear it one day. My run ins with the brotherhood, my rise to infamy, that damned wizard and the sweetrolls, and...Nyla....Anyways, anything to say or should I just shut up now?"
