It was a frigid Skyrim night in the mountains near Falkreath. Jorundr and his family were feasting on a freshly dispatched deer. The fire was bright and the air was humid and cold. The sky was covered in grey clouds, providing no moonlight. They were about to finish their meal and go to sleep around the fire. His little sister falls to the ground, an arrow sticking out of her head. "THALMOR", his father screamed violently. He rose and gave his son a nod to grab his bow while he picked up his greatsword. The rest of the family got their bow and arrows and notched arrows to the string. His mother and father rushed into the darkness, only to be followed by an explosion and screams of terror and pain. He knew that was the end of his parents. Firing arrows instinctively in to the veil of darkness, his little spears hit flesh and bone, dropping any Altmer they hit. However, Jorundr soon found himself out of arrows. "No...Not now!" He screamed, picking up the mace at his side and hiding behind the tree that their camp was built around. The Thalmor soon came around the tree, fully armored in quality Elven gear. The looks in their eyes were cold, almost as if killing was their...life. Disturbing mer to be fighting against. He silently cracked one of the mer in the back of his helmet, piercing through into his skull, killing him instantly. The next soldier heard the motion and he stabbed backwards, slicing his arm, making Jorundr drop his mace. He then backfisted him, knocking him out.
He awoke with a sharp pain on his head, and the bodies of his dead family around him. He let out a scream that was filled with pain and loss. After a couple hours of sobbing, his buried his family underneath that same tree. He took the armor from the dead Thalmor, claiming it as his own.
Jorundr suddenly jolted out of bed, sweat pouring down his forehead and hyperventilating. He had that same nightmare every night. And people ask why he doesn't talk much. He shook his head, and put on his armor and slung his bow over his back, and his blade on his side. The tall man silently bolted outside of Jorrvaskr, and into the city of Whiterun, a place he proudly called his home.