Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26295802-20151229032531/@comment-25606723-20151231190001

Edacnik wrote:

Tybereous wrote: Damion exits his room looking tired and unhappy. He sees Huramee, and decides to talk to him. "Hey, Splitjaw, sorry about yesterday. By the way, never seen the likes of you around...anywhere. Where'd you come from?" "You have little Honour, but you will help out someone in need... I thank you." "I... Don't know... There's no one like me..." "Fascinating. On the subject of my honour, I am an assassin. None of us have any." He pauses to yell downstairs.