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Current At the end of the day, God is everyone's bull.
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me the poopy you the pants.
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i relate.
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Seeing the rider he assaulted crash to the ground with a sickening 'thunk' and a bone chilling 'splat', Laius looked quite pleased with himself. Another Ylissean sent to the depths of hell. His magnanimous presence was surely needed elsewhere on this hellish street. It brought him great sadness to see an area of his beloved capital so distraught, painted with blood and bodies and reeking of fire and iron. But now was not the time to dwell on carnage. Now was the time to cause more! There were not that many enemies left to challenge he or these Shepherds whom found themselves betrayed by the wolves within their flock. With his Thoron tome clutched in hand he managed to spot a lovely blue haired woman being hoisted up onto a horse. Her knees seemed quite weak. Curse his mouthwatering good looks. Making the women quiver at such a time would be disastrous! Perhaps he needed to tone down how incredibly handsome and charming he was. If only there was some way to do so... Snapped from his ego stroking spiral, the prince spotted a black pegasus in the skies hovering above the girl and the rider who came to help her. The captain of this unit, no doubt. As the supreme authority figure present, he could not allow he barking demands to go unpunished! He would challenge and defeat this woman and rout the remaining forces!

His luxurious robes fluttered in the hot desert winds which graced the capital's streets. Sparkling blue eyes focused in on the knave who thought she would DARE demand a prince of Plegian descent to surrender to the likes of her poorly trained brigade. He looked to the man who rode upon the horse. "Go, friend. Take this beauty to safety. I shall handle this ill born rat." He proudly proclaimed. With his chest puffed out and his stride filled with confidence few could boast he raised his voice so that it might be heard by one who hid so high in the skies to think herself powerful. "You fly your troops into my city and expect the mercy of surrender? Nay, you Ylissean filth will not get the pleasure of my pity. You were as good as dead the second you set your sights on my home!" Hubris aside, the prince did acknowledge the resistance that pegasus mounted tended to hold for magics, so as he so audaciously addressed the leader, he swapped his yellow Thoron tome for a bright turquoise one. Rexcalibur in hand, he chanted mightily before unleashing a whirlwind which erupted from the clear air below the rider.

"FOR PLEGIAAAA!" The fearless prince cried, refusing to back down even with the possibility of a better trained fighter at the end of his spell. For he was born of proud royal blood, blood strong enough so that no man or woman of Ylissean or other descent would dare strike him down.
Well, considering Plegia's fate in the war with Ylisse hinges on Ferox's intervention, I don't think Laius has a choice.
TwilightDragon2 said
But only champions of the Khans can fight. XDI can only imagine Laius's nightlife.Regarding your question, Vin, I used to do so, but I fell out of it. So sorry. ^^;


Gasp! Naughty you, engaging in sensual activities of the cyber variant with strangers.~

He could totally seduce/impress/both a Khan into making him their champion. Chrom managed.

His nightlife is better left to the imaginations of mortal men, and the dreams of mortal women. ;3
I like, just posted.

Jeez, if Trin wants to be even more weak in the knees THAT badly, I'll go do it soon.
LAIUS OF PLEGIA SHALL SHOW HIS FEROXI ALLIES HOW A TRUE MAN BATTLES.

Once he has earned their respect through sweaty, shirtless combat and entranced the loins of all the women presence, he shall lead a mighty raid upon the Ylissean devils who would dare challenge those under his command.

Then he'll have breakfast and get on with the rest of his day.
Just wait until Laius finds an Excalibur tome.
phillmyster said
I think the prince is a human excalibur ....


FOOL!

My legend dates back to the twelfth century...
Yeah I did. It's just... somewhere in the OOC. I blame you for not updating the front page. :p
I finally found their profiles!

...

So Trin is 19 is she.

/Insert Laius slicking hair back
Plegian Royalius is more than willing to assist in this process. ;3
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