ISAR
Arm yourself
With a history of being squashed beneath the thumb of fanatics, a cult eith hierarchies was the last thing Isar wanted to involve himself with. Yet he supposed every grouping needed some form of structure - might made right was the most basic and primal, if perhaps not the most pleasant.
"I visited that place before the snow started," he revealed. "It looked nice enough... but it didn't really scream 'home' to me. Is there anything worth doing there if drinking and fucking all day isn't my thing?" He didn't exactly mind either, but it got tedious in excess.
"I visited that place before the snow started," he revealed. "It looked nice enough... but it didn't really scream 'home' to me. Is there anything worth doing there if drinking and fucking all day isn't my thing?" He didn't exactly mind either, but it got tedious in excess.
Because no one else here will save you
