Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140908004713/@comment-5583506-20140914022142

"I don't know if it's true or not, but somehow I suspected Jah'Rakal to be jealous of Rashka. Maybe because even if Rashka had turned from our path in order to join up with the Vul and later came back to us, he was pardoned and even given a Master rank and position within the council. Maybe he felt it as if we overlooked Rashka's past and faults more easily than we had ever done for him, and therefore blamed Kashmira for it? I don't know. I am just trying to add the pieces together."

He sighed loudly and then looked at Shabhira's grave. "But I guess they are both resting easy now. They have each other. To be honest I didn't understand what happened between them. Sure they were friends when we grew up, but you would find them more often bickering with each other than you would see them having a friendly chat. She and I could talk for hours, while she could barely talk to him for five minutes before they turned their back on each and refused to speak further for a whole day."

He looked at Anya. "You can imagine my grief when that day came. The day when the council had decided that Rashka the Betrayer would die. Shabhira volunteered to bring him down. She said it was a friend's duty to make sure that another friend would be given an honest death. I never saw her again, not alive anyway. Rashka showed up at the gates a while after that with the result of their union in his arms. Shabhira had failed her mission. Apparently Rashka had wounded her severely, but could not bring himself to finish her off. Instead he treated her to the best of her abilities. As she was healed, I guess their former friendship was awoken, and eventually developed into an affection. She died in childbirth. The woman I loved had died to give birth to my best friend and greatest enemy's daughter. How's that for a drama, say?"