Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170123054051

In the memories of his lead he saw the man who condemned his family. He saw the large bunkhouse and the many children who lived there. I've seen the man who lived there before. I've know that he doesn't like me. He's despised me for quite some time, hated me for what I've done in the past. I don't bame him for hating me, but I can blame him for bringing despair and death unto my home. He has sown the seeds of ire in his field and I will reap the harvest.

Jorge walks through town in silence, his path is straight and does not deviate much. People and mamono both keep their distance for a small survival instinct dormant in their mind warns them. It screams at them of the danger, the harm that this... thing will bring should it be angered. His pace is steady as he marches through the capitol, through the outskirts of town, through the many farms that litter the countryside. His pace stays steady until he reaches his destination and stands by the exterior fence.

In the fields he sees his sons and brothers collecting wheat while two others bring in a fat boar from the forrest. The house belongs to his family and they all live there. His parents, siblings, their children and his own. Why does he get to live such a happy life? Why does he get to enjoy his time while I suffer countless loss!

''He bears a burden of his own fair champion. His child is lame and unable to stand unassisted. Though his family helps with his medicine he still has troubles making ends meet. He also wishes to move away or at least make a home of his own. He is troubled fair champion, just in different ways.''

"He betrayed my family, sold them to slaughter! Had I been there they wouldn't have stood a chance..."

The ghostly woman places a translucent hand on his shoulder and kindly urges him away for view. "While those you cared for have perished I do not believe that you were not to be the target of their ire. Had they wanted you dead they would have waited for your return. Instead they fled into the forrest and went their separate ways. Someone wanted to cause you harm and they succeeded. I advise you to leave the peasant alone. He is but a poor man and slaying him will bring you no closer to your goal.''

Jorge looks down as he contemplates her words but soon shakes her hand from him and jumps over the fence into the amber waves of grain. "This man has wronged me and because of that my family nis dead. I will repay him for what he's done to me! I will make sure he understands the error of his ways."