Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160307222001

"You know, young man, at the route of every vindetta is pain and loss. Why, many, many years ago, I was driven by the very same bloodlust as you are today. I witnessed the loss of one of my very own daughters... And even with all the strength, courage, and moxie I could muster, I couldn't save her. I couldn't even hold my own against the Red Dragon that ate her. So I devoted the next ten years of my life to the pursuit of him... And let me tell you, boy, in that day and age, dragons were far more horrifying than anything you've seen. When I'd finally defeated the beast, though, I only felt empty. He laid before me, breathing his last, completely at my mercy, but I could not bring myself to slay him. I instead knelt down beside him, gave him a potion to heal his most dire of wounds, and kept him restrained as the two of us began to talk. I found out that he'd eaten her, but she'd been kept in his gizzard for days, alive and well. Tending to a paracite infestation in his stomach. When she was finished, he'd freed her. The two of them... They then did battle for her freedom. She lost. So he kept her for the next 7 years as his mate. She eventually came to love him and soothed his beastly heart. She bore his children, and made me a grandfather. She died in childbirth as the ritual to keep the eggs warm and alive during the birthing was so strenuous and hot, she died of heart failure and extensive burns. But for nearly a thousand years, I watched over her children. And I loved them. And I let go of my hatred in that moment." Armstrong stated, lifting his hand in a position for the young man to wait.