Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-25808351-20161219230236

"Yes, I grew up in that house and so did my father. Every generation of the Jaghund family has lived here in Zahmeria. The name carries a lot of respect and weight around here. My father, died a long time ago. Ancient history by human standards. It happened back when I was twenty five. My father and I received a contract by a broken nobleman who was involved in the political branch of the order." Hound takes a seat on a wooden barrel behind him.

"The nobleman's son was murdered by a Vampire named Armata. Armata had other bounties on his head from other people who lost to him. We accepted the contract and hunted him down. We cornered Armata in an old abandoned castle far to the east of here. The fight was long and brutal. That was the first time I felt true fear. My father was getting old at that point Lu, he couldn't fight like he use to. Eventually he made a mistake and Armata got him. Armata drain my father of his blood and when he was done, he left. Thats when my father came back to life, as a Necrophage. Knowing all too well who my father was, I knew what I had to do. I killed him. Ever sense then I've hunted that monster and I finally beat him thanks yeti your father and Praetor." He clutches the sword tight.