( A dark, cold laugh fills your mind as a ghastly voice begins to fill the corridors around you )
Its true... I disappeared. Slain in battle. Forgotten. Left to die.
... But death never stopped a true warrior...
After the battle for Kaskala, I was presumed dead. And so I was. But abandoned is a better word. By the entire world.
Windsor left the Alliance.
The Government we worked months for faltered, and ultimately failed.
No city held light for me.
No heart held care.
No place solace.
No arms, comfort.
So why return?
...
*grin*
To kill, of course. To kill anyone. And anything. But every killer needs a motive. A purpose. So give me one. Return me to the ranks I used to be familiar with. And with the word familiar, family. Names and faces may have changed. I have changed, but my incentives have not. Give me a target. Give me a reason. Give me a weapon. Give me a home. For Seremas Bladebreaker has returned. And is all but alive once more.







