El Baúl de los Sueños

I guess destiny has a strange path, or maybe the gods just toy with us in unexpected ways, dont they Old Hag? I was tied to the cross for more than a day and yet I was rescued and left alone to wander these new strange lands. All I've known is dead, or will be, and yet death eludes me... here more than anywhere else. So, again, it's time to stand on my feet. Ironically, both times I died, Cytheris was there to help me stand again. I may be a broken man, but I'm still a man thanks to her. She helped me build the Centuria originally thirty years ago and though she leads the messengers in these lands, she has still put me on my feet again.  But it was not only her doing, Ular and Salvia received me with open arms, and others like Maithcara followed. And so, now the Centuria stands again. The Hall of the Dead is open to business and our swords are again for rent. Mitra knows you tried to destroy us once more old hag, Aquilonia that gave all and took all away, but we stand a

Tarantia the Old, capitol of Aquilonia, center of the world. A city of marvel and wonder, blessed by the gods, ruled with power and intelligence... but also, a den o depravation, of corruption, of cold blooded murder and despair. That's the city I was born to, son to a whore and her pimp that never cared for me, fathered by the shadows in the streets and the shady deals in the corners. Educated by bludgeons and threats.