Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-24141785-20150718231343

"Better than having no one listen." Gabriel remarked, taking another swig of wine.

"I was born in Anvil to a mercenary couple, surprisingly rich. I, luckily, learnt all my skills from them, only education was later for. I was eventually thrust into the Legion, falsely prophesied to me as honourable. Along the way I met this beautiful girl, a Nordic warmaidan. She, like me, was told this act was honourable. We eventually fell in love and married soon later, hoping to esape the war..."

The Breton signed, continuing to start down the bottle, "She...did not..."

Gabriel shook his head, "I eventually left the Legion, after my parents passed away, to hunt down their...

" Their killers."

Gabriel took another swig, giving Shakti a look. This look was meant to indicate that he did not expect her to care.