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Instead of recounting the still unknown to me details of my past, I will instead give you reason why I am what I am. Isn't that what everyone wants? To know why they do what they do? I believe that all assassins and rogues have an underlying reason for the unprincipled acts that we do. Many a rogue began stealing so as to not die from starvation. Many an assassin kills because, frankly, it is a great source of money. Of course, once you start, you can't stop. Thievery is like a runaway chariot. You have to match the pace set or be crushed in the process. Yet, I am different than those stereotypes. In my brief tale, you will see why I am how I am. No one has ever meant anything to me besides him. He was the only one who could overextend himself to care for an orphan like me. He was all that mattered to me. "When will we head to town for supplies?'', asked I. "A little later. There is no hurry. Just sit back and take a load off.", replied my adopted uncle. With a sigh I sat down. It was hard work, working for a weapon smith. It was also decent money. I sat back and briefly closed my weary eyes. When I opened them, we were not alone. Standing before me was one of the land holding barons, Sir Edgar by name. With a resigned sigh I sat up. "Yes sir?" I managed to say with as little sarcasm as possible. "This will only take a moment. Otto," (my uncle)" You must come with us. You are under charges for withholding tax money." I laughed. "Surely you are mistaken Sir. My uncle has done nothing..." Otto raised a hand to quiet me. "I'm sure this can be straightened out. Don't worry officer, I'll cooperate." With that he left with the Baron. That was the last time I ever spoke to him. He was hung under false charges. The kindest person known to man was wrongfully killed. And I just let him go. Never again, I thought as a tear fell down my face. Never will I let the 'Law' take anything from me. That tear was the last I shed in my life. So, I kill for one reason. Not money, not fame. I kill for a simple thing called hate. And, surprisingly, it has fuelled me ever since. Splice
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