Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20161212182549/@comment-25363089-20161213010335

Margrit and her son had just gotten settle down in their house having put everything away. "There we go all set for Atlas?". Margrit asked her son. "Yes mother.". Nickelae said slightly annoyed. "Just checking. I'll be outside smoking if you need me.". Margrit told her son as she left the long house log cabin dojo like building. Opening the door while her son sat down on a couch near a fire place in the center of the room there where five rooms in all.

Each belonging to another family member starting from the oldest to the youngest. With the master bed room not to far off from them. In all a rather simple estate with some rather decorative orinatments inside all from hunts and trophies from her and her husband's glory days working with Koray. An some pictures of her kids having hunted their first coyote.

As Margrit got outside she lit a cigerette and traced the perimenter of the house checking the traps and making sure none of the gators were sulking around her esate. In all the traps were set in case any grimm manage to get pass the gators. An the only way across safely was via the bridge or by the canoes that were hidden under the bridge.

She could hear the sound of a airship but payed it no mind. Instead she stood outside enjoying the night air. She had her weapon singing death attached to her built. It looked like a hilt of a sword but it was much more than that. In her hands it was a fearful weapon for she had killed many people with it. An if no one believed her all they had to do was look at the hash marks on her back. Her way of keeping track of the lives she took at least the ones worth remembering.