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Post by Knightmare on Sept 28, 2017 20:46:10 GMT
Rioichi Celanor:
"I am sorry for not letting you speak, sire, but every moment wasted could ruin the master's life. We are wise to not let these moments be taken by chatter and introduction," the boy spoke with a childlike panic in his voice as walked into the forest. It wasn't long before the evergreen trees stood closely and the path disappeared under their feet. As soon as a clearing could be seen the servant began sneaking forth. "We are, sire. That is the camp of the bandits." The boy whispered even though the camp was too far away for one to hear a regular talking voice. And yes. There it was. Only one small watch tower was visible from where Riachi stood.
Daithi O'Cormac:
"May you sleep well, sir," the little boy spoke before closing the door. Now only a single candlelight made it possible to see. The room might have been a bit empty but it was sturdy and the bed did look half bad. No leaks and the tavern downstairs could barely be heard.
Alicia Starmore:
"Yes. you heard correctly. This place does indeed "suck." But I know that there is one who gives quests present, though it is one the tavernkeeper does not know off."
Lustre:
Grimsby, the little town without a wall to speak of. The place Lustre had lived in for half his life, but never truly seen. Before now. For the first time, he was alone. Besides his master, he knew of no one. But for the first time, he was not isolated. For the first time, he was free to walk where he wanted. The morning sun was rising as he took his first step out of the near fallen tower. The moist air filled his lungs for the first time in fourteen years. Yes. This was the smell of freedom. But was this freedom worth the death of his only friend?
Lustre is now in the game.
I bid you welcome to Alderon
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