Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20171101175043

"My oh my, you are very oblivious for a king." She planted her blade in the dirt. "You see, the process begins from the moment they see their family slaughtered. It chips away at their soul, but it's only the beginning." She grins widely, staring st the king.

"We send them to the barges, large ships, those hips carry them to the mainland. The boys are made to work on the decks, scrubbing, cleaning, even managing the masts." She looks over the king, shaking her head and gigggling.

"The sick are thrown overboard, the weak are thrown overboard. The wild, overboard. The rebellious, overboard. Those who fail to meet expectations, overboard. All of the little mitts who will be of no use, all of them tossed to the sea to drown... we call this Filtering.."