Part 4: Meeting Your Hero
_'They sold you as slaves to the Imperial Arena?'_Bloodies-His-Face nodded and refilled his goblet with wine. _'What was that like?'_ 'It was scary at first. We were only young--myself probably only three years of age--and we were scared of Gaius,'...
Dear Lover
Dear Lover, I am sorry to impose, But I write to you now with the utmost regret. I must confess to you my cardinal crime: I have masqueraded as something I am not. You think the world of me, Never a day goes by where you don't sing my...
Part 3: The Arena Blademaster
_'You said the slavers took you and other hatchlings to market, but the city you described was most likely Leyawiin.'_ Bloodies-His-Face nodded. 'They took us to Leyawiin first, and then they sailed up the Niben to Bravil where they tried again,'...
Part 2: His Bloody Face
_'You were taken by Dres slavers when you were young?_' The Argonian nodded to the question. He sat down at the small table and took a sip from his goblet. _'Did you ever return to your home?'_ 'Not for a long time,' he replied as he put the goblet...
Part 1: The Naming Ceremony
"I remember the day I was named," the Argonian said. His face, stained with red-like-blood, stared into the hearth. His amber-brown eyes caught the glimmer of the flame. "I only remember it because I was taken from my home before my tribe could name...