A young elf appears. He stands about 5'7 with a fairly well toned body. His skin is a ashy grey in coloration. His eyes are a sparkling pale green color with darker amber flecks in them. He has a contemplative face that seems soft and kind. His long black hair is tied back in a bun while short bangs fall over one eye. He wears neutral grey monk robes in a Japanese fashion along with a long sleeved white silk kimono. He carries a quarterstaff made of silver wood with elvish runes etched into the ends of it. Long silver pins are holding together the bun tied back in his hair.
He looks around "Oh dear. Where did Elwyn send me this time?"
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
The boy awkwardly bows back. He seems to like you. He doesn't seem to like anyone else though. "Where... where are you from?" He seems a lot braver then a normal 8 year old, talking to strangers and all.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
The boy awkwardly bows back. He seems to like you. He doesn't seem to like anyone else though. "Where... where are you from?" He seems a lot braver then a normal 8 year old, talking to strangers and all.
"I come from Hrishom" he said and smiled warmly "My name is Kendel"
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
The boy awkwardly bows back. He seems to like you. He doesn't seem to like anyone else though. "Where... where are you from?" He seems a lot braver then a normal 8 year old, talking to strangers and all.
"I come from Hrishom" he said and smiled warmly "My name is Kendel"
"Hi Kendel. My name is Latin, and, um, this... this is Garry." His eyes go void black, a red glow comes out of his mouth, and his shadow shapes into a demon. "Hello." Comes a dark, throaty, malicious voice from the boys lips. But it also sounds slightly shy.
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
"I don't speak Ninja."
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
The boy awkwardly bows back. He seems to like you. He doesn't seem to like anyone else though. "Where... where are you from?" He seems a lot braver then a normal 8 year old, talking to strangers and all.
"I come from Hrishom" he said and smiled warmly "My name is Kendel"
"Hi Kendel. My name is Latin, and, um, this... this is Garry." His eyes go void black, a red glow comes out of his mouth, and his shadow shapes into a demon. "Hello." Comes a dark, throaty, malicious voice from the boys lips. But it also sounds slightly shy.
"Hm" the drow said and bowed again in a formal military-like manner. "A pleasure to meet you both"
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Hmmmmmm i might join this once i get an idea*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*You should. I don't post here often enough.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*okay then, i will. let me make someone :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Nice*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A young elf appears. He stands about 5'7 with a fairly well toned body. His skin is a ashy grey in coloration. His eyes are a sparkling pale green color with darker amber flecks in them. He has a contemplative face that seems soft and kind. His long black hair is tied back in a bun while short bangs fall over one eye. He wears neutral grey monk robes in a Japanese fashion along with a long sleeved white silk kimono. He carries a quarterstaff made of silver wood with elvish runes etched into the ends of it. Long silver pins are holding together the bun tied back in his hair.
He looks around "Oh dear. Where did Elwyn send me this time?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A little child, maybe 7 or 8 years old, walks over to you. He has rust red hair, smoky blue eyes, smooth white skin and a round nose. He's wearing trainers with un-done laces, blue shorts, a red top with a picture of a waffle on it, and a baseball cap on his head. A lollypop dangles from his mouth. "Do you want a sweety?" He asks you, pulling the lollypop from out his mouth and trying to give it to you.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The elf narrows his eyes and kneels down to the childs height a d puts a hand on his head and then tries to see if it is just a dream by squishing the child's cheek
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The child's eyes go void black. "Don't touch me." It says in a demiliches voice.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The elf backs up and bows his head "forgive me" He says
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't speak Ninja."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Elvish" He said in common and smiled slightly
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*By the way, I'm up now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What did you say in 'Elvish' then?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"For you to forgive" he said and bowed a bit
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Strangely, the boy seems flattered. "Um, thank you." People don't ask for forgiveness from him normally, it's normally him having to forgive others.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The elf smiles a bit and takes off his Kimono. "A pleasure to meet you" he said and bowed again, holding his folded kimono in his arm.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The boy awkwardly bows back. He seems to like you. He doesn't seem to like anyone else though. "Where... where are you from?" He seems a lot braver then a normal 8 year old, talking to strangers and all.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I come from Hrishom" he said and smiled warmly "My name is Kendel"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hi Kendel. My name is Latin, and, um, this... this is Garry." His eyes go void black, a red glow comes out of his mouth, and his shadow shapes into a demon. "Hello." Comes a dark, throaty, malicious voice from the boys lips. But it also sounds slightly shy.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Hm" the drow said and bowed again in a formal military-like manner. "A pleasure to meet you both"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘