Tragedy hath struck.... the Hobo Nation has fallen. My subjects are gone forever; murdered by one of the True Fae. I currently mourn my dead hobo brethren, and all the while plan to visit sweet hobo vengeance upon Cadir, the Gentry responsible. He has become my (im)mortal foe. The Hobo King always pays his debts (unless payment of said debts involves money, in which case I'm a hobo and, by definition, have no money).
The bodies of my fellow hobos were placed into a train car and set ablaze; a true hobo Viking funeral. The Dearborn Train Yard off of 7th Ave. is now a place of broken dreams and haunted memories - I can never go back there. 
But with every yin, there is yang. This cruel twist of fate is not without a silver lining. My life has been saved by entering into the Boon of the White Twins with Poincare, changeling swordsman and modern-day musketeer. He has pledged himself to be my official knight and aide-de-camp. In return, I have sworn him into the Super Secret Society of Hobos, otherwise known as "SSSH". Only the most elite among the homeless are eligible to join this network of legendary bums and tramps. By becoming my warrior, Poincare has promised never to rent or own a home. Though he's got money, I've designated him as a "hobo-by-association."
Also, I've formed motley #3; third time's the charm. It's with Gnizzle. We're Smokey & the Bandits. Gnizzle has been forewarned about my track record with these kinds of things. I like Gnizzle and would hate to see him end up DEAD MOTLEY MATE #13. Perhaps I should only be forming motleys with my enemies or people I don't like.
Mental Note: Definitely should ask Tawen to join then...
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