Alessio Moretti’s life has been filled with nothing but war. A member of the Imperial Army from a young age, he’s witnessed the deaths of his enemies, his friends, and his loved ones; he’s simply grown tired of it all.
Despite his high commendations and skill as a sharpshooter, he longed for something simpler, something more fulfilling. Alessio has always admired the huntsmen of Skyrim, living off the land, and making due with they could procure. Despite bring trapped in a barracks for years in order to make ends meet, he’s based his life around that ideal, growing skilled in alchemy and archery. “Tomorrow’s the day,” he whispers to himself at dinner.
Alessio’s escape begins before the break of dawn. His trained footsteps echo no louder than a feather on the walls of the barracks in Solitude as he quietly slides past his comrades. “Maybe I’m a bit TOO good at this.” A quick look at the guard at the gate tells him this is his chance. He rushes forward, catching the man in a sleeper hold, and slowly lays him down upon the cold, stone floor. He steps through the gate, and walks out not a soldier, but a man free to do as he pleases.
He makes the transition to huntsman quick and easily. He was finally on his own, living as he’s always wanted; carefree.
Though, despite his newfound joy, the conflict between the Stormcloaks of Windhelm and the Imperial Army wages on, and he soon realizes that not even the hunters of the wild can truly be free until the rebellion is put down. Despite his intentions, Alessio realizes that the war must come to an end, for one side or the other, before a true peace can be achieved. He seeks out the Dragonborn in order to fulfill this thought.
