Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5543592-20190909205900

"Every al Din since the beginning of time has been a warrior." Nyasia said, bending at the waist to touch her toes. "It was how we became royalty in the first place.  It would be amiss of me not to maintain that legacy."

"Beating cunts up is good fun too." Scaldor said, standing at the point of the bowsprit, balancing expertly. His shirt and jacket were off, hanging from the forestay. He was wiry, deeply toned with athletic muscle, and more of his flesh than not was scar tissue--puckered, white, burned--every variety scars could come in, Scaldor had them. There was an actual divot on his arm where it looked like a piece of him had been bitten off and not quite healed correctly.

"Scaldor misunderstands the purpose of the Way of the Sword." Nyasia said to Garrun. "It's not a thing of purely violence, there's philosophy too."

"Philosopy for hurting cunts."