Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150816180208/@comment-24141785-20150828234534

"I didn't have family whilst I was in the Investigators..." He muttered, "My parents' death is what pushed me..."

"I only had my cousin and... She only had me. She met some people; a noble, a mercenary and a sailor. They... Were part of this organisation... A sort of, club.

It was obviously Astien was getting annoyed and flummoxed, " At this club fighting is the goal. Hurting and even killing a person to extend do the higher ranks is how it worked.

"She... She was exploited by these men; used like a fucking pig! When I discovered what happened she was still alive... But barely.

I entered their little fucking syndicate, hurt people and killed the scum; only to get to these people. And when I did...."

The Breton's fist clenched, his entire body tense. He wanted to hurt something, to someone who deserved it.

"...I made sure those fuckers paid."