Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20171204082156/@comment-30014014-20171210053944

''As such, Drason had none. Threading a dangerous line throughout his life, he had the nerves and resolve to carry his duty where another might have died. Even in situations where he should have died. Something he noticed mission after mission. A gift of uncanny survival and in condition to continue was not to be wasted in a sheltered life.''

''No, like many Janissaries, Drason had opted for further traveling from the throne world as soon as his squad had been decommissioned. Always sheltering the pilgrims with his faith and steel. Always joining a war issued by the imperial guard. Always surviving. Always thriving.''

Being in one of those dangerous line of work meant someone else didn't have to take the risk.

He turns to Aaron, making a sign with his hand "Shelter your eyes, fellow guardmans. I have been through enough warp traveling to know your mind's decay isn't worth your curiosity"