“It is all about perspective… I think I am going to go prepare for the hunt… it won’t happen until… say a week from today sound good? I want other people to sign up for it.”
*And I don’t have the time this week*
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Yävansuru walks out of his room. He puts his sword and shield on and stretches. “Good morrow. Fine day for a drink if I say so myself. How about it Megilhir? Friedrin, didn’t thou want to talk last night?”
An elf walks in, they have silver hair that lightly covers their eyes, and their clothes consist of a simple white tunic with silver lining and a simple pair of pants of the same colors. Their eyes are milky white and constantly unfocused. They have a quiver of arrows and a bow made of white wood. Finally, their gender is hard to tell.
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Drake, the human bartender, waves at them and pops a peanut in his mouth. (Read his bio on the op)
An elf with long blonde hair, dyed black at the tips, in shining battle armor with a mithril sword says “greetings, elfkin. Welcome to the wild’s edge tavern, I too am new here and have yet to talk to all of its regulars. I am Yävansuru. The autumn wind. What is thy name?”
Drake, the human bartender, waves at them and pops a peanut in his mouth. (Read his bio on the op)
An elf with long blonde hair, dyed black at the tips, in shining battle armor with a mithril sword says “greetings, elfkin. Welcome to the wild’s edge tavern, I too am new here and have yet to talk to all of its regulars. I am Yävansuru. The autumn wind. What is thy name?”
"Silver, The Blind Archer. I thank you for this gracious welcoming. Would you mind leading me somewhere to sit? I had a long journey."
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Drake, the human bartender, waves at them and pops a peanut in his mouth. (Read his bio on the op)
An elf with long blonde hair, dyed black at the tips, in shining battle armor with a mithril sword says “greetings, elfkin. Welcome to the wild’s edge tavern, I too am new here and have yet to talk to all of its regulars. I am Yävansuru. The autumn wind. What is thy name?”
"Silver, The Blind Archer. I thank you for this gracious welcoming. Would you mind leading me somewhere to sit? I had a long journey."
“Certainly my friend.” Yävansuru’s voice sounds like a light whisper, and yet, it’s loud enough to hear. He guides silver to a seat in the elven section. “Tell me, Silver, what brought thou on this long journey?”
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"They slew my orc captors."
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“Such a waste…”
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Freidrin clenches her fist. "Is that a threat, dwarf?"
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*this is Ulfang, the easterling. Sorry for the confusion*
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"Is that a threat? I assure you, I can hurt."
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“No, I am just lamenting some stuff… pay no heed to the exiled prince.”
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"I was exiled, and I do not lament my past. If you need my help, I shall assist you."
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“Your willing to help me kill that traitor who wears my crown? First I would like some proof. Go on the hunt with me, and I will take you.”
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"I shall hunt with you, though I do not agree with revenge."
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“Then why hunt? I want to test those that might help me reclaim my place. What would you have me do? Live in misery all my life?”
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"No. I would have you learn goodness and hope."
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“Like how I HOPE to reclaim my crown to spread GOODNESS?”
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Friedrin shakes her head. "Sure, sure."
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“It is all about perspective… I think I am going to go prepare for the hunt… it won’t happen until… say a week from today sound good? I want other people to sign up for it.”
*And I don’t have the time this week*
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"That sounds... doable."
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Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Yävansuru walks out of his room. He puts his sword and shield on and stretches. “Good morrow. Fine day for a drink if I say so myself. How about it Megilhir? Friedrin, didn’t thou want to talk last night?”
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An elf walks in, they have silver hair that lightly covers their eyes, and their clothes consist of a simple white tunic with silver lining and a simple pair of pants of the same colors. Their eyes are milky white and constantly unfocused. They have a quiver of arrows and a bow made of white wood. Finally, their gender is hard to tell.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Drake, the human bartender, waves at them and pops a peanut in his mouth. (Read his bio on the op)
An elf with long blonde hair, dyed black at the tips, in shining battle armor with a mithril sword says “greetings, elfkin. Welcome to the wild’s edge tavern, I too am new here and have yet to talk to all of its regulars. I am Yävansuru. The autumn wind. What is thy name?”
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"Silver, The Blind Archer. I thank you for this gracious welcoming. Would you mind leading me somewhere to sit? I had a long journey."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
“Certainly my friend.” Yävansuru’s voice sounds like a light whisper, and yet, it’s loud enough to hear. He guides silver to a seat in the elven section. “Tell me, Silver, what brought thou on this long journey?”
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