Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181216040822

(Jester) “well I do not remember any of it because I wasn’t born yet. But the story goes, by my mother’s account, that my father was a guerrilla fighter who caused much trouble for the Order. My father fought for Mamono rights and after he and band kidnapped an Order official, they were immediately sentenced to death. A small army was amassed by the Order, with a fearsome commander leading the force.”

“My father and his band desperately tried to stay away from the Order forces, but they couldn’t. My father and his men stood their ground, gathering every available man willing to fight from nearby towns. On a hill they stood their ground. The Order came in stride, they ripped my father’s small force apart. I remember my father talking about the Order’s forces being lead by a tower, a monstrously large man with a greatsword and tower shields, his helm shaped like a bucket.”

“My father was wounded by the giant knight and fled into the woods. My mother who was a simple Werewolf found my father. She carried him to her den, the Order troops hot on their heels. While my mother saw to my father’s wounds, the Order surrounded the den and prepared to burn them out. My mother embraced my father thinking they would die, but then there was a shift in noise.”

“As my mother emerged from the den, she saw the fabled Nightwatch destroying the Order soldiers to the point that they retreated. The Nightwatch escorted my mother and father to this castle. Here they spent much time together. My father becoming a castle guard and my mother a nurse. Shortly after, they had me.” Roda says with a smile.