"Remember your scars, keep them with you, watch every detail in your mind over and over and build up your hate, and when you have enough, then, pick up a sword and take your vengeance!" – Rayol Nightshade

Flashback 17 years ago

The village burned, the air felt toxic from the smoke. The flames licked the roofs of houses and burned them to ash.

Little Rayol Nightshade was running, running fast, faster than he ever had before. He heard the screams of all his fellow villagers.

He finally reached his own home and gasped in horror at the flames that were swallowing it.

He then heard a familiar voice screaming.

"Die, you bandit scum!"

"Papa!" Rayol screamed.

He ran up to the front door and slammed his tiny fists against it over and over until a hole was smashed through it. He crouched and opened the hole more by breaking off the sides and crawled through.

"Papa, Mamma!"

Rayol turned at the sound of a thud, lying there was a corpse of one of the bandits, covered in blood, and eyes rolled back.

"Rayol!"

Rayol turned at the sound of his name. ; Tthere standing over him a sword in hand, was his father.

He was dressed in a sleeveless grey leather tunic, black leather pants, black boots, and grey armguards. He was using his sword, Shadowvale. Shadowvale was a midnight black, about seven feet long from the hilt on, the pommel was round at the bottom but was wide at the top, it's hilt was wrapped in black-dyed leather, and the blade was etched in gold around the edges of the blade.

His short black hair was matted down with sweat from both the heat of the flames and exhaustion and cuts covered his face.

"Papa!" Rayol ran to his father hugging him.

"Rayol where's your mother? Hhave you seen her?!"

Rayol shook his head, tears in his eyes.

"Papa what's happening?"

His father, was about to answer, but then the door was kicked in by three more bandits.

"We have another one boys., Kkill him!"

They charged, their blades readied.

Rayol's father was up in an instant. Hhe sidestepped the first strike and slashed down, cleaving off the bandit's arm. He wasted no time as the bandit screamed; he slashed his blade across the bandit's throat, his head hitting the floor with a thud.

"You'll pay dearly for that!" Tthe second bandit screamed rushing forward with his great sword.

Once he was close enough he swung his giant sword with all his might expecting to cleave off Rayol's father's head. , Nno such luck, for Rayol's father ducked and plunged his sword into the bandit's gut.

He turned to the third and was about to strike, but was surprised to see that the bandit had a blade sprouting from his chest.

The bandit then dropped to the floor dead. Rayol's father looked up and saw his beautiful wife.

"Took your sweet time Katala," He said.

"Oh shut up Daegon," she said.

She wore steel plated armor that made a V shape at her chest, steel gauntlets, and steel boots. She wielded two steel daggers that were 5 feet long from the hilt. Her long, braided, honey colored hair was wet from sweat, and she had a long cut at her cheek.

"Mamma!" Rayol ran to his mother and hugged her. She held him back and whispered soothing words.

"Don't worry it'll all be alright" She then looked up at her husband.

"Where's Kil'ik? Hhave you've seen him at all?"

Her husband gave a sad look.

"Katala, I'm sorry but he's dead., Hhe ran up to the tower to give try and buy me some time to find Rayol, and he was shot down by archers."

"Damnit!"

She then looked back down at Rayol.

"Come on we have to get out of here, we can use the cover off the wheat field!"

Daegon nodded.

"Come on Rayol, let's go"

Rayol then nodded and ran behind his parents closely as they fought there way to the edge of the village. They were almost to the wheat field when another group of bandits came running towards them, armed to the teeth in full battle armor and steel weapons.

"We'll make our stand here, Rayol, go hide okay!" Katala yelled to her son.

Rayol then nodded and hid behind a nearby oak tree.

Daegon and Katala turned towards the incoming threat and readied their weapons, they took them down, one by one each bandit fell to the mighty pair, until there were no more to challenge them.

"Looks like that's all of them"

Daegon then turned to the tree where Rayol was hiding

"It's all right now." He called, "You can come out now."

Rayol then ran out to his father, sprinting fast.

"It's all oka-" the blade that had pierced his chest stopped Daegon's sentence short.

He then fell to his hands and knees, covered in his own blood.

The stabber revealed himself, he was human, he wore a suit of black armor, and everything was covered except for his head and face. His hair was long yet well kept, and reached down to his mid-neck. His face was firm, yet slightly angled, signs of an Imperial. In his hand was a Daedric sword. A, a dark sword mixed with steel and the hearts of Daedra, filling it with all the malevolent anger of the daera.

"YOU BASTARD!" Katala yelled as she raised her daggers.

As she brought them down, he raised his blade, blocked, and sent a swift kick to Katala's stomach.

She charged and pivoted and as she slid, she thrusted, but the stabber just lifted his sword backwards and blocked the strike with the side of his sword. He then turned and smacked Katala across the face with his arm and plunged his sword straight into her chest.

"MAMA!" Rayol screamed.

"NO! KATALA!" Daegon yelled.

The stabber then turned and stood above Daegon.

"So you're still alive." He said, his voice low and cold.

"You bastard" Daegon said weakly.

He then lifted Daegon to his feet by the throat and readied his sword.

"Rayol…run."

"Let it be known that Sindrolic Corlvais was the one that sent you to the void." Sindrolic then plunged his sword straight into Daegon's heart.

As the life left Daegon he whispered,

"Be strong Rayol…"

"PAPA!" Rayol screamed.

"Round up the rest of the survivors!" Sindrolic yelled to his remaining goons.

Present Day Mundas 12 o'clock a.m.

Rayol awakened with a scream, then began to pant in fear., H He looked around. Hhe was in his room at the Windpeak Inn.

"Just a nightmare." he whispered to himself.

He silently cursed himself. , Iit had happened seventeen years ago; he was now twenty-five and still having the same nightmare.

Rayol got out of his bed and put his gear back on. Once he was finished getting dressed he looked at himself in the mirror.

It seemed his mother's imperial blood was in his looks , and his father's Nord blood in his attitude. ; His face was slightly angled with a firm jaw. He had a well-maintained, manly beard that covered his jaw, chin, and atop and around his mouth area. His black hair was well kept. His bangs were long, leveled with his eyes, while the rest of his long hair was pushed back reaviling the bottom of most of his ears but covering the back of his neck down to where his shoulders started. His tattoo started at the left corner of his forehead and waved it's way down through his cheek through his eye and down to his cheekbone. Under his right eye he had a jagged scar running down just bellow his cheekbone.

He was wearing a black armored cloak. On top of both shoulders

was a large black metal plate with straps reaching around the cloak. His bandoleer was strapped from his shoulder down to his waist. The cloak itself went down to the top of his black leather boots and had a hood hanging off the top back of it. He also wore black armguards that's fingertips were made of steel for extra protection.

He then put on his weapons and

He picked up his father's sword, Shadowvale from the corner and sheathed it at his left side, then he picked up his mother's daggers, and sheathed them above his waist.

He then headed down the stairs, left a pouch of gold on the innkeeper's desk and set out into the night. He didn't see the point in staying if he couldn't get any sleep, besides he had somewhere to be.