Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-3293219-20141013174230

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Robin sighed, not knowing whether or not to regret it or not...

''My... Fertility...''

Our clan's main goal is to preserve itself and the magic that it teaches, each generation's Shaman must keep our unique sightjacking powers ''alive. The Shaman must have a strong son, who is able to take his place... I wasn't strong or a son and so, my father despised me for it, constantly calling me a 'runt' and whatever insults he could think of, when he spoke to me.''

Mother stopped him from drowning me at birth and its a good thing that she did, because they weren't able to concieve again, after that...

''But, my Dad had another plan, in case I was a total failure... He found a way to take my body for his own and live on, through me, so that the Shaman of our clan could remain strong...''

I made myself infertile, so that he couldn't take my body... Robin explained, going colder, with less emotion in their 'tone' as they went along.

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"Good..." Azarath muttered, looking over at the dead Guar.

"Shit, he's a big bastard... Wonder what we could get off of..." He took a step and stood on the arrow, breaking it in two, he heard the snap and looked down, immediately growing suspicious.