Wolfox

"Hmm? If I have connections to the Thalmor and the Embassy? Well, outside f the fact that I want to walk up to the Ambassador, conjure up my Bound Sword and put that where the sun doesn't shine I can't say I have any links to the Thalmor. Why are you looking at me like that? Is it that weird to be an Altmer who hates the Thalmor? If so, allow me to explain why I feel the way I do. See, I never knew my real parents. I was taken by some Thalmor goons as "the Divine Incarnate" or something. All I had to do day in day out is say what they wanted me to say and think what they wanted me to think. For years I just went on with it because I had nowhere else to go, and they did train me in Magic, if only a little. One day, as they were "teaching" me about the war that had gone on between the Altmeri Dominion and the Empire. I wasn't too surprised, but when I read the peace treaty and noticed that "we" wanted to have the worship of one of the empire's devines outlawed... I spoke my mind about it. Telling people who they can and can't worship is just not acceptable, no matter what reason you have for it. Got grounded for a month for "that little stunt". Then I learned something even worse. Appearantly I was not raised to be some devine crap. No. I was a barganing chip in case war broke out again. Nothing more, nothing less. So I took the first chance I got and ran to the one place I knew I would be savest; Skyrim. Hey, I said savest, not save. When I arived there I saw a couple of Thalmor goond hauling people out of their home just for one of them having an Amulet of Talos. I managed to conjure up a Bound Sword to try and help the family. Good news is: the family is now save. Bad news, I'm in the damn cart with you, that Horse Thief and that man you call Ulfric Stormcloak."