Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20141106071232/@comment-16669347-20141108094202

(Aren't we forgetting something, a sound like thunder? Dov-Ah-Kiin!)

Aasim just walked in the back. He was tired. At least he had found the Dragonborn. He'd been searching for years, ever since his father had died, passing his blade duties on to Aasim. It wasn't how the Blades operated, it wasn't a family legacy usually but, Aasim had been trained in the ways of the Blades. Taught history from their books, books that held secrets most citizens weren't privy to. He even had a Blades' sword, though he only trained with it, to keep himself acquainted with long blades, he never used it battle. By all rights, he considered himself a Blade.