Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29559990-20140705163332

Vashier was flooded with a range of emotions. Rage, Fury, Defeat, Sorrow, and Shock.

But something else happened. Something inside Vashier snapped. The last remnants of his family were dead. Now, there was no more trading, profits, jokes, or plotting. There was only... Vengeance.

Vashier whipped out his sword and plunged it deep into one of the guards chest. The guard toppled over as he drowned in his own blood. The other guard tried to arm himself, but Vashier had already taken his sword back and swiped at the other guard's knees. The guard fell, screaming in agony. Vashier hopped onto the guard and relieved him of his helmet, placing a Glass Knife at his throat.

"Who. Did. It." Vashier Said, saliva flying out of his mouth in rage.