The Atamoran's would come to call it "the night of tears". No phrase would suit it better. Our envoys tried to convince them to move, our spies poisened their crops and livestock, unknown to them. We tried to remove them peacefully. They didn't know what their city rest upon. It's power too great for any to possess. Our elders knew this and until the Atamoran's settled there it was death for any Falmer to even approach. Time would pass, they would find it. The Eye of Magnus. Its power too great for any mer or man, and man would not resist.
That night "the night of tears" the Falmer would descend upon the city of Sarathall in droves. We would ruin the city and leave none alive, we would eliminate all life within the settlement to curse the land for any Atamoran to ever return. I drove my blade to the hearts of men, and women...I struck down a child...No more than ten..."The night of tears". The Atamorans were not the only one's who cried that night. No Falmer felt pride nor glory that night. Following shortley our General who led the attack,...the massacre, left to walk the glaciers of the north in self-exile, I heard of others following.
No Falmer wanted this to occur again, so the Elders created a sect, a group of guardians to watch over this power, a force which would eliminate any threat to discover the Eye. I was among the twelve chosen. The Elders selected us as warriors they chose us for our lack of magical prowess, as we would not succumb to the temptation to seek the power given by the Eye. The twelve of us were encased within ice below the city of Sarathall, a magical spell cast upon us to awaken should any approach the Eye. We were the Guradians. We were the immortal protectors sleeping through the ages till are use was needed. Sleep we did. Through ages, through rises and falls of empires, and kingdoms. Unknown what the world turned into, unknown even to our own civilization's destruction. Perhaps a justice to our greatest shame.
It was within a wagon i awoke, soaked in a pool of water. The wagon shook with movement, and voices came from the front. I was gone from the cavern beside the Eye. What had happened, where were my brethren? I listened to the two men driving, an Atamoran accent. Questions raced through my mind. They talked of a town called Riften, of selling the the cargo and receiving a payday. I heard words of a dig, a cave in. "Lucky for the one"? Names I didn't know, places. I wondered how long it had been, had the Atamorans returned? Had they discovered are actions of that night? Slowly i peeked from behind the cloth drape. Where ever we were i knew it to be the south, no snow laid upon the ground. Surely the great mages spell had worked, just not as expediant as hoped. One of the men carried a sword, the other it
seemed to carry a simple dagger, with surprise they were no problem. Yet should there be peace between our peoples i didn't wish to rift it. Instead i sought to talk to them. And how did i start this conversation, with a simple "Hello...". The passenger with the sword nearly jumped off the wagon in startled fright, "By the Nine!" he stretched long his sword, as the driver fumbled with his dagger. I grabbed the leg of the swordsmen and caused him to fall upon the hard dirt ground, i then seized the moment to disarm the driver as i took his dagger from its sheathe, and with a slice cut open his side and drove down the dagger in his neck. The passenger had regained his footing, and called upon me to fight, to meet him on the ground. So I stood in front of him unarmed, seeing this man was no match, he held tight his sword whitening his knuckles, his feet were wrong his back hunched, "Peace!" I offered him, and with a great swing the brute charged. I closed the distance before his blade could reach and stripped it from him with one motion splitting his chest open. Death met him before he hit the ground.
I examined around me to see if anything would give me bearing. It was there in the distance two children in a field watching me in the flurry of terror i had performed. Quickly i simply took away from them. Clearly i was amongst the Atamoran's and in need of my own kind, and the Eye of Magnus! I was awaken, someone was close! Though as the dark approached i sought shelter in the wilderness. It was there i noticed even the stars themselves seemed different, how long had i been asleep?
The next morning i was awoke to the sounds of dogs and men shouting. They raced through the woods getting closer. A hunt? A hunt for me...? I fled running as fast as my feet would carry me yet another side affect of being encased in ice for however long as i was, I lost my breath quick and my feet began to sore. In a chase i would've won the day before, or as it seemed to me to be a day, i found myself herded and surrounded by a force too great to fight. "In the name of Emperor Tidus Mede the 2nd, surrender." Emperor? What Empire?I raised my hands in forfiet.
So begins the journey of a Falmer, a Snow Elf put to sleep to awake in a time of need. Walking amongst an enemy he did not hate, and rather owed a debt. He would seek to complete his sworn duty, to protect the Eye, and stop those who sought its power. Discover how time had changed and what happened to his people and brother Guardians. And in the ways he could, pay his own debt of shame, the debt his race owed. He was to awake in a time of need, and no time was in greater need than now. It seemed the the whole of Mundus itself was on the verge of destruction. No heros remained, no true leaders seemed to reign. Now here on the precipice of destruction what all needed was one thing, a Guardian.
This is longer backstory to my build The Forgotten Guardian, I feel its needed and adds to the build itself and invite any to check it out. The actual backstory, aside from the guardians, is one possibility alluded to in lore as to why "The night of tears" occured. There's several other motivations and possible reasons, and as any history in-game or real life which occurs so long before. There's two rules, time distorts, and history is written by the victors. So this is My interpretation of the history to add to this id invite you to search "The Night of Tears a Falmers Account" (at the moment i cant create a link) This story and build i hope to have up this week give life to the gameplay, as a warrior who seeks to pay back a debt he feels he can never repay. As such the land of Skyrim is filled with those in need.
