~29 Years Prior to TES:Skyrim~
"Now, what do we have here…"
"Huh?" Burguk and his father, Lurbuk had been out hunting in the rockypeaks near the Reach, when the smell of freshly spilled blood filled their nostrils. The scent led the two warriors to a tree, from which hung a Redguard baby, tied tightly around his midsection to a high branch.
Near the foot of the tree lay a dead Redguard couple, covered in horrid sabrecat wounds. A mace lay near the male’s hand. His victims lay not much further.
"At least he took his foe down with him," remarked Burguk. "But, what do we do with this one?" He says, gesturing at the child.
Burguk’s father looks up at the child, his large grey eyes staring intently back at him, as if to say, “Ready to go?”
Lurbuk speaks softly, “Well, I doubt you know what your name is, so, how’s Reshrak sound?”
The child smiles, and Lurbuk chuckles to himself.
"There’s something about this one. I say we take him back with us. Well then Reshrak, my wives will be excited to meet you."
~29 Years later~
"Are you sure you want to go through with this Reshrak?" Burguk asks his brother.
"Of course I do. Its gotten pretty obvious that I’m not like all of you here. And I told you, I’m to be called Nilvas now."
He places a hand on the armor he’d been crafting to steady it.
"Never expected you to be one influenced by dreams like that."
"I really don’t think it was a dream. It felt… too real. Not sure what this Mara wants of me, but, this… well, it feels right."
"At least stay for one more night. We shall hold a feast for our brother Resh- Nilvas. I’m not going to get used to that name for awhile."
The two chuckle.
"Alright, I’ll stay one or two more nights at the most."
Nilvas picks up his hammer and adds the finishing touches to his new set of armor. He had seen it in his dream, and knew he had to craft it. It had taken ages, and quite a lot of hard to find materials; his only blueprints were his vivid dreams Mara had used to contact him. Now, it was almost ready, and he couldn’t wait to try it on…
