Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140917204356/@comment-5543592-20140917233530

"I was working, well, actually more like free-lancing, for some bad people, the Cammona Tong if you've heard of them.  I'm not proud of it, but being is an assassin is all I know.  They're all over Morrowind.  Anyway, after one unsuccess contract, I headed back to handler.  Mind you, I never give up a contract, and everyone knew it.  So, since my target survived he put a hit out on me.  Was quick about it to, probably had friends in the Tong himself.  When I got back, my handler gave me fair warning-nice guy by the way, I hope he's doing alright-and told me to get away while I could." Fritjolf sighed. He didn't mind telling the story, in fact he enjoyed it. Felt like he was sheding a hundred pounds off his shoulders. "Now I'm living on borrowed time, until the Tong catch up with me.  They're less powerful the further I get away from Morrowind, but they've still got people out here.  It's only a matter of time really."