Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161122020823

"Yeah it is we don't want no spooky assassins to kill us oooo.". Nickelae said in a slightly spooky voice while pretending to be scared. He wasn't buying the whole assassin bit just yet. But before he doze off. He heard something about his mom's parents coming from a line of dust casters. "So not to get off topic here. But what was it like living with them? You're parents that is mom.". Nickelae asked wondering since he wasn't around the time when they were alive and well he only had pictures of them to remember them by. Margrit looked at her son and smiled. "They weren't the best parents...it was always training day in and day out. An learning about my family heirtage where i came from who i was that sort of stuff. An lots of hunting wild game. It wasn't the best of times but they weren't the worst either we had a simple life back then.". Margrit told her son.

"Now they left the order by faking their deaths. By which they crashed their car and set it a blaze and used some stuff to fake the bodies. An well from there they moved into the woods of Vale. Where they raised me.". Margrit said to her two listeners.