Tales of Thoring Scar-Crow
Part I: The Prologue
Thoring Scar-Crow was born in 184 of Fourth Era into a small cottage home, just nearby of Whiterun. They would farm for living when he was young lad. He always loved to farm with his father, Ulrik Scar-Crow.
You may wonder where the name comes from, and I shall tell you. The name came from the Third Era, when the mythical and mysterious Crow-masters would come to the people's homes and take the fee for living on their lands. No one spoke about them, but everyone knew about them. Well, it came to its end, when Thoring's ancestors said enough of it. So they killed every and last of those Crow-masters, but it came with its penalties. Thoring's great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather got lethal wounds from the Crow-archers arrows and died shortly after the defeat of Crow-masters. That's how the name came to be. And it shall stay as it until the family's blood runs dry.
He helped his father on the chores on the farm, but after he reach the puberty, his interest towards farming started lagging, and after a while, the interested towards it ran dry. He wanted then to be the best there was in combat, and more precisely, been an archer. He would practice himself with the old long bow, which his father kept for hunting. But after his skills started getting sharper, his father was convinced that he could handle the stronger and sturdier hunting bow.
When he reached his late teens, his 17th birthday exactly, he left his beloved family and marched towards Solitude, to join with the Imperial Legion and that's how, fight against the Stormcloaks, which was pretty usual thing to do in Skyrim in that time. But unfortunately, the long journey had just started...