Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-25828117-20191106214401

Kashya appeared to see right through the ancient magic of the puzzle and was thus transported to the next level.

Father had abandoned her, left her at that dreadful place years ago. But before anything really happened she escaped into the night. She had seen horrible things and had a feeling she had to get away, so she did. Father would most likely never come. She cried nights and days over that fact, even after all the bad things he had done to her.

Luckily there was Kiro. After two nights of wandering scared and alone through the streets of Senchal, she had found shelter with Kiro. The two of them eloped into the night after, fearing reprisals of her father. Together they fled the city and eventually ended up in Rimmen as street kids. Life was hard for the both of them, but things had started to look up recently. Kiro got an apprenticeship at a local artisan and Kashya had been accepted to work a market stall. Slowly but surely they would work their way out of poverty. Tonight Kiro returned home from a long day of work and sat down on the makeshift chair they had at their equally makeshift table. "I'm home..." He looked at Kashya. They had grown up together these past four years. Had been through thick and thin. Bad times and good times. But at least they had eachother. It was a hard life, but it was life.