Gone. Everything is gone. I lost it all. All of it. A curse cast upon my family by a wicked sorcerer. Unable to die, but unable to live. Not willing to commit to either. My old life ended the night, my house was burned. My son taken, my wife slaughtered, and my horse stolen.
The only thing I could remember was the haunting words. Raspy and broken, but clear. 'This curse I lay upon your family. Upon your death, you shall not rest. You shall be sent back to minutes before your demise. I name ye Gravewalker. No longer are ye human, nor Undead. You are a ghost of your former self.'
When I awoke, I was outside my house. Small fires still smoldered in patches. I ran into the remains of my cabin, looking for my family. I saw the dead body of my wife. My Son and horse missing. I heard a frantic barking outside.
My dog, Agridon, was still here. I let him out of his pen, and started towards the cellar of my cabin. I went down there. My armor still stood, hung where I had left it, alongside my weapon. Thing I swore never to don, or wield again. It seems my promise would have to be broken.
Memories flooded my mind, as I put it on. Memories of war, and death. I picked up the weapon, its weight familiar in my gloved hands. I swung it around a bit, and replaced it in the specially carved holder on the back of my chestplate.
It was then I realized something strange. A red glow was being cast ahead of me, and I could no longer see from my left eye. Strange as it was, it would not hinder me. I looked around for my map. I grabbed it from it's place on the wall, and stashed it in my inventory.
The last things I grabbed, were my Dwarven Crossbow, Crossbow Bolts, and Throwing Knives. I walked back up and out of my cellar, and thought what I would do first. I was now out for revenge, and justice. Only one person, I knew of would be able to help me now. My old war friend, Ulfric Stormcloak.
Except currently he was fighting a war. He had already sent many messengers, asking me to join up. Everytime I had answered no. Now I had no choice, but to fight in the war. Now that I had commited myself to it, I found myself eager to fight.
"Follow." I said to my dog, in a clear and calm voice. I set off towards Windhelm, with my loyal companion beside me. I knew it would be a long journey, but I did not care. I would find my son. I would find my wife's murderer. And I would have my revenge.
Nothing can stop me now, for I am going to war.