Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-26517142-20170308022408

"Usually, I deign not to bother with the past.." Abiathar flicks a finger and out pops a transparent, blood-red sword. Playing with it in his grasp, he pulls it into his open plam causing it to disappear.

"..but recent events have turned out to be .. quite interesting." He turns to the dark man in a thief's vestige. "If you men are aware... my sensei had lost his cause. The one who did this to me."

He smirks.

"... by the men who rule over Whitemarch."