I am an Argonian Vampire Templar Tank in Heavy Armor.
For some reason unknown to me, everything I am, got the full wrath of the gods in the past year...
At the advice of some priest I went to look for an ancient shrine to find redemption....
I am sitting now at this shrine, for a couple of weeks already, to please our gods with some sacrifices... but my prayers are still not heard... I do not get answers.... just sitting here and waiting for a token that my prayers are heard.
so... let me tell you my story... the sad story of my life....
how as a young Argonian lad, I wanted to save the world, as a Paladin, helping the poor and the weak, hunting down the evil forces of Molag Bal, be a good comrade in arms to my friends and serve my liege Lord.
It must be my fate... being born as Argonian, that I suffer from endless struggles with the ruling people and the gods, otherwise we would have had better Racials... not so our former Masters the Dark Elves, they were well blessed.
And again... as a Templar... The Templar community really got the wrath of the gods... and they did not learn anything from it... now they are complaining to their gods at every shrine instead of seeking redemption and bringing sacrifices ....
You know..... it happened before, long time ago, on that dreaded Friday the 13th. Many of us were killed, many of us fled away.... No longer were we the Savior on the battlefields in all the splendor of shining heavy armor. Gone are the days we were a tower of strenght, unkillable and healing all around us.
..... and yes justice was done to the High Priest and the King. The High Priest died a terrible death from a sickness, and the King, Philippe le Bel, who hunted us down, died at young age, his eldest two sons poisoned by his second wife, his two daughters fallen in disgrace because of adultery, and his bloodline died when his other sons died early. Many of my comrades felt good about this, but I feel only sad... so sad and empty.
As empty as our presence now on the battlefields.
And yes, I had an unfortunate accident... in the deepest dark of an unholy cave, I was bitten by a Vampire, as one of the bigger scars that stiffen my body...
Not that you need to be afraid anymore about being bitten by a Vampire..... There are hardly any Vampires left today.... all burned at the stake of DPS
And my armor is rusty..... but I am attached to it.... for me my old HA is still the best there is, nothing new can compare...
That is my story...
Yes.... you see it right.... I am not going to torment myself here anymore at this shrine....
I am packing....
and leave the gods and the big world to their own sorrows.....
Perhaps the world will change again...
But I am certain that in some small village there are young people I can learn to defend themselves against the local monsters
that are happy with a homeless Argonian Vampire Templar in rusty Armor
doing something good and useful again....
something I enjoy to do...
Edited by hrothbern on March 3, 2016 2:05PM "I still do not understand why I followed the advice of Captain Rana to bring the villagers of Bleakrock into safety. We should have fought for our village and not have backed down, with our tail between our legs. Now my home village is in shambles, the houses burning, the invaders feasting.I swear every day to Shor that after Molag Bal has been defeated, I will hunt down the invaders and restore peace in Bleakrock and drink my mead with my friends at the market place".PC-EU