Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161218140509/@comment-9075949-20170109001957

(Alrighty then.)

"Yeah, see, one day, my father drank a bit too much at the local inn, and then decided to take a shortcut through a dark, empty alleyway, so that none of his subjects had to see the jarl puke his guts out on the street. Before all else, he got attacked by a vampire, but someone saved him. hat certain someone was a witcher. Of course, my father promised him unlimited riches, but he just resorted to the Law of Surprise. First thing you see at home is mine to take, and, upon coming home, He saw his wife holding a wee, red haired baby. Me." Albert took another chug, before, stretching his back

"Now, onto the saying. twenty odd years later, my father gets attacked by a bunch of assassins, who comes to help him? A bloody witcher! Outta the blue, comes into the keep, and kills all the attackers. What does he want for his noble deed? Firs thing me da sees once he gets back home. Guess what was it? My fuckin' sister, freshly gods-damned born!"