Blog de Fares459: Le journal de Akvir Aren Le Quatrième

J'ai écris ce texte car je voulais donner une histoire a mon personnage de Donjons & Dragons.Je ne connais rien au ''Lore'' de D&D donc j'ai décidé de m'inspirer de la série The Elder Scrolls. J'ai écris ce texte en anglais car c'est plus confortable pour moi,je n'ai pas le temps de le traduire donc j’espère que vous comprendrez tout.
Enjoy!

--Diary of Akvir Aren The Fourth--

Entry N'1 - 3e 430

My father, Akvir The Third, used to be a rich owner of a wine company,but died for a reason after his company went bankrupt. I also like wine.
My mother, well i don't know who she was. She died killed by some thugs when i was still very young.
I was born in BlackLight in the province of Morrowind on the 30th of Last Seed in 3E 405.I was raised by beggars and thieves,i actually became a Thief later on.I swear by Nocturnal.
I became a vampire in 3e 429, i was infected with sanguinare vampiris when i was attacked by a vampire. Now,i get to live forever,contrarily to the other vampire.

Entry N'5 - 3e 432
I was enjoying my life of gold,wine and blood when suddenly,i found myself in prison.
How was i supposed to know that her husband was returning home at that time? If i had,i wouldn't have been biting her neck.
When the guards searched me and my new house in the Imperial City of Cyrodiil, they found stolen items and some skooma. After further investigation, the guards found out that my blade may have been the one who landed the killing blow on the poor Rhognir (hey he was the one who started it).
I tried to break out of jail and i was easily and immediately caught. They threw me in a more secure cell. Accused of theft, trespassing, murder, skooma possession, jailbreak, vampire suspicion and lock picking, i was left in prison with a bounty of 2775 gold, i spent the rest of the year rotting there.
I managed to escape at my birthday, what a wonderful gift!When i finally came out to smell the fresh air, i could also smell new opportunities. Of crime of course.But first,i needed some wine...And some gold.Lots of it.
Turns out everybody forgets who you are after just one year.

Entry N'12 - 3e 473
It's been a few decades since my last entry.I had to rewrite everything in this dusty book to a new one.It brings back memories reading all of this.Nowadays,it seems that even if i am a master of stealth,i can't sweet talk myself out of hot situations.
I am writing all of this in an abandoned shack in the cold city of Bruma. The guards are still after me.
Screw this i'm going to Skyrim.

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Posté le 16 Sep 2013, 02h 37min 47s par Fares459