Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-30488984-20170414005446

Karliel is dumbfounded for a second. He knew that Orion wasn't a loyal servant of the Emperor, but to be a servant to the god of war and bloodshed was something else. He never really thought he was a servant of the dark gods but deep inside....he always knew.

Karliel knows that there is no point in trying to act rightous or continue pretending to be a loyal servant to the Imperium. Orion was right, he is fairly smart and thought of himself as quite pragmatic. He was always looking out for himself whenever possible and if that meant being a loyal comrade or making deals with heretiks, then so be it. He held no real love for the Imperium and so unlike his comrades, he was more than willing to make a deal with those who are its enemies if it benefitted him. During his time within the Veran Legions, he saw how the beaurocracy, politics, and corruption of the Imperium was rife and that everyone besides those in power were pawns in a game.

I will not be a pawn anymore...I am tired of chasing the money....I am tired of these damned games the wealthy and powerful make me play.

"I wouldn't exactly consider myself a loyal servant anymore, I haven't been one in a long time. I think all of us here know that the Imperium is a mess, filled with corruption and internal strife, fighting threats both within and without. All of us have been in those fights and I for one am tired of being a pawn without any reward for my services."

Karliel takes a knee and bends his head in submission.

"I willingly grant you my services. You saved my life and I do not take that for granted. All I ask is to be granted a small measure of power to finally make something of myself as one of your servants." Snarling at the box of drugs, "Money doesn't interest me all that much anymore."