Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-5824038-20141021190320

'Well, I wouldn't call them assassins. The Morag Tong was an assassin guild, but that was centuries ago. No, the Foyada Tong are more just freedom fighters. They're quite a lot like the Resistance, I suppose. I've never met any - well, actually, I probably have, they just didn't care to admit it.'

'No, we're certainly not assassins, but that doesn't mean we can't do as they do,' came a silky voice from somewhere within the mist.

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The Emperor suddenly looked very serious, as if this project wasn't to even be spoken of in passing. 'Louis,' he begn, 'You have done a lot for us, but I'm afraid I can't allow you to help us on this project. It is strictly out of bounds for you. I hope you'll understand.'

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The arm tha Vance held in his hands was covered in the sleeve of a trench coat. The arm itself was exceptionally pale, and the blood around th edge had an unusual colour to it. It was difficult to tell exactly which one of the many peoples it had come from, but it was certainly human.