| Board | Roleplay.old [context] |
|---|---|
| Sender | Dracmas |
| Date | Mon Mar 4 22:14:49 2013 |
| To | all |
| Subject | Training |
| Where to begin? I've been hunted down, killed, reborn so many times I can hardly think about it anymore. Its strange. I asked my elders what I should do but only heard silence. I stayed in the shadows, not beeing seen, while I watched what everyone was doing. Gathering equipment, attacking in groups training to grow stronger, and gaining trust in one another while they did so. There wasn't a need of me to ask what should be done. It was laid out before me without any questions needed. I could hear in their thoughts, "Grow strong young one." I was compelled to follow their command. Even while I write of this I think of the blood and sweat I pour out while slaying our enemies from the shadows of the night. I don't know what others have thought of me, or even what they think of Legion. All I know is one thing. We are Legion, we stick together, and those that underestimate us are bound to be in for a rude awakening. -Taken from the journal of Dracmas. Entry LXIX |
