Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-24438639-20150831164552

Cain continued walking slowly through the streets grabbing apple he flipped a few coins to the vendor before continuing on his walk watching the city, he had heard rumors that something would go down, but had no paid attention.

But now he regretted his decision, he could see the amount of guards, the nervous tension in the air as he continued walking. His thoughts turned to himself I have never been a fighter he smiled as he continued walking ´´Theres never been anything worth fighting for though´´ he said to himself before he continued on thinking,

He tried to remeber what had been his life before he discovered his power, but it was long ago and it had become blurry of what had been a dream and what had occured.

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He remebered his mothers death, a bandit raid, the entire village caught ablaze and he was gone. He was in somewhere else, he isntantly felt safe and lost track of hunger and sleep. He became inmortal in his realm and grew his power before he came back to ruins and a single amulete on the dirt a human skeleton holding on to it, a sword through the skeletons skull, through his mothers skull.

He studied the arts in the forest, searched for books and took them to his realm, he aged slowly. Only coming into reality to look for more knowledge and treasure. His horde grew in accordance to his power, he could fight by tearing reality opening holes into his dimension where he could control everything.

He would be attacked by bandits that would suddenly find themselves in a dimension of crystals before they would be electrocuted to death, unable to escape their fate from someone who could take their weopans from them with a glance.