Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190925000733/@comment-43665987-20191107012821

(Welp... regardless, I shall start my journey)

At the crack of dawn, he awoke, stretching and yawning. "Another day, another opportunity." He said, looking up with bright eyes. Getting out of his elk wood bed, he headed over to his closet, opening the doors. He pulled out his leather armor, with his silver lined leather helm. Taking of his white shirt, he replaced it with the leather chest plate. He grabbed his leather leggings and grieves (he has a lot of leather armor.) and slipped them on. He preferred his armor light and flexible, after all, an assasin does get paid well. The leather that the armor had was a very special, it had been crafted by his father, who was an expert with armor. After his father was lost to what they call the "Emberlight", he hasn't seen him since. He closed the door, muttering a prayer for a bountiful day, then walked over to the door. He hesitated to open the door, remembering the last time he left his safe haven. That was an uneventful day, to say the least, with many twists and turns. He shuddered to think what would happen if it happened again. He opened the door, the morning light shining onto his helm. "Just another day..."