Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-25127382-20141230195149

The training of the new 'recruits' was going well. There was a reason orphans were chosen. They had nothing to live for, and no one to support them. They had learned to overcome suffering and misery. They were strong. Most of them, at least. Those that were not strong, did not survive until this day. Those found potent, had been given Weaver blood, and were to be referred to as 'Little Siblings' by the elder Weavers, as well as the Black Fang. They had been given purpose. They were broken weapons, but were repaired, refined and sharpened.

These 'Little Siblings' knew their purpose quite well, and had learned to see the world through the eyes of the Weaver. Mundus was a realm of threads and needles, and they had learned to control the threads, and use the needles. They would surely be useful to the leaders of the Black Fang...