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| − | Krit Æmber
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| − | Krit was once a simple yet curious Khadjiit, traveling the world as he see fit. Departed from his brother, Croc, years ago, he set out for the world with one goal in mind, To re-unite as one in Brotherhood. Yet along the way, curiosity caught the best of him. He took refuge in a cave that was nearby due to a harsh storm that brewed the valley before him. The cave included only two things. Darkness, and a simple indescribable noise. Almost like an off screech. He set out to locate the source. As he proceed further and further into the dark walls of the cave, the walls began to turn blacker, and an eery feel crowded his every step. But, little did he know that his next step would alter his past. A crackle came from beneath his feet, which spawned the source of noise, bringing a blistering echo in its track. The noise was so loud that Krit collapsed in pain, only to look up and notice behind the blistering noise was flapping of wings. Krit found the source of a crow nest. Thousands upon thousands of crows started to gnaw at every inch of flesh that was exposed. There was only fire. And then...nothing.
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| − | Krit awoke to find himself at the entrance of the cave, yet all he could feel was the immenseness of pain from every inch. All he could feel with his fingertips was the rawness of jagged torn skin and scabbed pores. Blasting through the pain, he ventured on, scavenging. He finally reached a crop field and took the burlap sack that rested on a scarecrows face, and used it as his own. At that instant, a crow landed promptly on the bare scarecrows head. He was not afraid, and Krit did not want it to be. He rejoiced the very soul of the crow and had a connection that he had never felt before.
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| − | After years of scavenging and searching, the crow had led him to his Brother, Croc. Of course seeing a walking scarecrow approach him, it made him a little uneasy, but from his stance and the sway of his movement, he undoubtedly knew that his Brother had finally found him at long last.
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| − | Today, we can see the Æmber brothers always fighting alongside each other, Krit still hidden behind his mask. Stopping at nothing to destroy any threat. Just remember. "Beware the Caw of the Crow, for an eery death shall come"
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