Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-11457306-20141206002502

"Alright, then you throw out some ideas, because I haven't any other reasons to give you.  My mother died.  My father wanted to marry me off and wouldn't pay my way to the Arcane University, where my mother promised me I'd go.  He moved some harlot into the house who was going to be my new mother and he gave her all my mother's things.  Only I took the jewelry.  Then I traveled nearly a year to get here and I have to sell my mother's emerald necklace to pay my way here.  I find out that this is a place where they train battle-mages.  I finally make up my mind to try and learn how to fight and my very first training session I fail miserably and I am injured--in spite of these enchanted robes.  I nearly killed Riona.  If it hadn't been for Faolan tripping over us--kicking me in the ribs, by the way--she'd have suffocated.  That's why I called Welly a bastard.  She could have died.  Ser Galadir would have roasted him alive.

This place is like a plane of Oblivion. Is that enough for you?"

(BRB-have something I gotta do.)