Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-7262318-20170119021957

"Well, this was... 21 years ago now, I believe. I was 5 then. Now, my mother, in her day, was one of the best mercenaries for hire and treasure hunters in all of Elsewyr. And of course, that's a job that will earn you a lot, and I do mean a lot of enemies. So one night, there's an assassin, and he comes to our house and he's here to kill her. Old contact was tying up loose ends and all that. So he comes in, he tries and gets her, but she's got ears like a hawk. And so now their fightin, and me, I'm up in my room, and these two are fighting downstairs and breaking everything in the kitchen,"

He sighed, and examined the dagger. "So I come downstairs, and they're slugging each other in the mouth. I'm scared shitless and I hadn't a clue of what he was doing there, but I did know that he was here to hurt her. And me. So I run into the kitchen, and I grab a cooking knife that's on the floor. And at this point, she's thrown him through the table, and she's trying to collect her breath, and yelling at me to get away. And I walk over to him, I put the dagger on his throat, and I just... push."

He looked over to her. "And you know what that taught me that day?"