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This story is about an vigilant of Stendarr hunting daedra and their followers in his old age.
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Chapter one-
An old Breton was led on his bed, bored and tired of his unending rest. He looked back at his past, when he was quite young; Hunting draugr, daedra and other defiling beasts. In the name of Stendarr he fought alongside his vigils.
The old Breton looked at himself in disgust and disgrace. Many moons had passed since he had lifted his blade. This blade was black as night yet burned like the sun, it captured souls who did not deserve an afterlife.
The Breton was ashamed he wanted to die fighting with honour, not laying, unfulfilled and unworthy.
The Breton wanted change so he equipped his underused ancient Nordic armour and wielded his blade and set foot from his empty home in karthwestern.
He slowly descended down his porch, where his dog was led. His dog was blind in both eyes so she was conveniently named "nightprowler" a type of falmer. His dog arose and proceeded to follow him. The Breton turned and smiled as if he had forgotten about her.
Anyway the Breton had heard rumours of worshipers who follow the daedric prince narima preforming rituals and sacrifices in local area....
They must be stopped.
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This story is about an vigilant of Stendarr hunting daedra and their followers in his old age.
------------------------------------------
Chapter one-
An old Breton was led on his bed, bored and tired of his unending rest. He looked back at his past, when he was quite young; Hunting draugr, daedra and other defiling beasts. In the name of Stendarr he fought alongside his vigils.
The old Breton looked at himself in disgust and disgrace. Many moons had passed since he had lifted his blade. This blade was black as night yet burned like the sun, it captured souls who did not deserve an afterlife.
The Breton was ashamed he wanted to die fighting with honour, not laying, unfulfilled and unworthy.
The Breton wanted change so he equipped his underused ancient Nordic armour and wielded his blade and set foot from his empty home in karthwestern.
He slowly descended down his porch, where his dog was led. His dog was blind in both eyes so she was conveniently named "nightprowler" a type of falmer. His dog arose and proceeded to follow him. The Breton turned and smiled as if he had forgotten about her.
Anyway the Breton had heard rumours of worshipers who follow the daedric prince narima preforming rituals and sacrifices in local area....
They must be stopped.
