1. Home
  2. Crusader Lord

Crusader Lord Member

A professional, anxiety-riddled, part-time worker

Avatar of Crusader Lord

Status

User has no status, yet

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I wanna bap it


Yinha: "Nuuuuuuu!!!" D:

In From Dawn Till Dusk - Remastered Edition → 6 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
Velari




Day 1, Week 12, Cycle 1
Summertime, 17 C°, Overcast

Progress thus far seemed to be good, or so the Matriarchs thought. They had recently found each other's groups this particular week, and the reunion had been nothing short of joyous. To find more of their kin in this world was a delight, alive and doing well at that, one they had celebrated with much revelry in their primitive-built hopes near the tops of the trees. Cooked meats featured most definitely, abounding from a rather...'dumb' yet easy to raise fowl they had gathered from the forest. It seemed to eat about anything, usually off of the ground, and its nests were rather unprotected underneath large vegetation but they also produced many eggs to compensate. Dubbed the "Jordo", they had begun to keep a few the birds up in their own homes far above the vulnerable forest floor in order to begin a consistent food supply. Not like the birds were dumb enough to try to escape at least. Was better than nothing, at least, or just straight fruits and forest nuts.

Also present in the feasting had been those odd fruits, ones which a young Velari in the northern group had found very early on. The flesh of the fruit was textured somewhere between meat and other softer fruits, protected by a sweet and thicker bright blue rind, its flesh sweet to the taste and and slightly hot as one bit into it closer to the seeds. Likewise the seeds seemed to be useful as well after the fruit had been eaten. Hardy and tough, much like its mother plant, but rather bitter, somewhat fruity, ad ultimately even more spicy on the inside. They had begun to collect the seeds and store them up as well, as they were at least edible if nothing else.

The celebration would ultimately end up going on for three days, however, and while there were the obvious 'other activities' that occurred the same young Velari from the Northern group had also recounted her story of victory against a strangely strong but lanky monster that had sought to slay her. Yet as the Matriarchs had found out from each other, after some private conversation, none seemed to know of how they had come to be here. All had experienced the same chaos. Troubling. They had to survive, but that 'something' still itched at the back of their minds like the great and totally mysterious enigma that it was.

Regardless, they knew their people would need to get moving at some point. For now, at least, they were to prepare supplies and had gotten organized. How else would they be able to see more of this island, than but to travel it? Something in them spoke true to this, a desire to see a new terrain and new place among other things. Yet they knew not the dangers of this place, not all of them anyways, despite having seen much in this dense rainforest area so far to be sure.

The people were also not so antsy as of yet, and this was good. Indeed, they would need to prepared tools, spears, bows, and supplies for this journey. Just to be safe, of course, they would also form a plan. One group would set out before the other, then, to find good grounds to reside upon before sending back for the other. This would ensure their safety, and the first would carry more warriors in order to ensure their success. Such was the decision of the Matriarchs, passed down to the people aloud before they had all departed back to their homes.

They would work to ready themselves for the time to come, the time of movement and travel...and hopefully being ready enough for the unknown of this land.

********************************


Day 4, Week 16, Cycle 1
Summertime, 17 C°, Overcast

Primitive home up near the tops of trees, giant leaves woven into primitive roofs, and the dense tops of trees being used as added cover at that. Such were the homes of the Velari, very primitive and simple yet providing seemingly 'just' enough cover when signs of coming trouble began to show themselves. Their animals seemed to change in demeanor, the birds and animals of the trees seemed to be more reluctant to leave their own homes, and the salty smell of the wind seemed to make everyone in both groups of Velari nervous...to say the least.

The first group had just moved on to find a ground to migrate to a week prior, having gathered and foraged enough to go onward. Thirty five Velari of the Southern group with their Matriarch had gone farther north to try to find and escape, almost half of them being armed with bows made from prepared animal sinews and a simple spear each, while the remaining 15 had united with the Northern group to help gather extra supplies to bring along.

The gathering of supplies had become more desperate without a doubt for the second remaining group in the northern area of the rainforest, however, especially of what nuts and fruits and plants they had found to be edible. They had lost 4 Velari in the process of this, having found some less than edible bits amidst all of this. Huntresses were left with the harder and harder task of finding game, and had begun to try different means to get them. Looking for nests, placing growing foodstuffs over dug holes to try to trap them, amidst other rather hasty or creative methods they could try to think of in a hurry. The Jordo they were grabbing up were at least something they had to eat on, and with these birds now being kept in better, more contained areas now along with their eggs it gave them a safer and more consistent source of sustenance.

And yet...

"...You must go and take two sisters to find those who went to the north. Tell them we must remain here for the season, for it would be too dangerous to fly then," the Matriarch spoke, sitting cross-legged on the floor as a solemn look dominated her face. She looked the young huntress from before dead in the eyes, enunciating her words to help drive in the seriousness of the point as well, "Once the skies pour down above us, it will be too late. They must know, and either return or await our arrival."

The young huntress, now called "Virt", seemed to take pause for a moment, before taking a knee and lowering her head before the Matriarch. The three-clawed scar now over and under her right eye caught the glance of the Matriarch for a moment, though the older Velari merely let out a small sigh. For Virt and others it was an instinctive action, though who had first come up with it was still somewhat unknown. All they knew was this was how they showed respect to the Matriarch, at least when talking to her most directly.

Standing up, however, the Matriarch moved forward and took a knee before Virt, lifting up the younger Velari's head and lightly feeling over the scar she had with her left hand. For a moment the older Velari's face pursed in worry, before lightly shaking her head back and forth. Virt could handle this, that much she knew. She had shown a growth, a greater strength after her victory, and had led many a hunt and scouting party by now. The Matriarch had felt drawn to her after a time, and likewise in turn it seemed, and they had...well, become mates. Such was only a natural result of things. Virt's features seemed to soften as well for a moment as her mate caressed her face, though, before putting her own hand over the Matriarch's and giving a soft smile in return.

"I will return whole. I and my sisters shall find the path and way, and whether later or even after this season I shall return to you...I could never believe otherwise, for I desire to see our future young."

The moment of silence that followed required no explanation between the two, merely a wordless understanding before both stood once more and stood back from each other. It was dangerous, but it was necessary to send their new best huntress to track the others down. Perhaps the others who had moved on would be alright...but even so the remaining Matriarch worried nonetheless.

********************************


Day 2, Week 22, Cycle 1
Summertime, 17 C°, Overcast

The world had seemingly gone into a tumult, the skies roaring their anger down. When Virt had found the party that went North, they had just finished setting up in basic in a similar rainforest area farther to the north. They had just barely enough time to make some simple homes for themselves, and and a house-built space to keep Jordo that had been brought along or captured there in at that. Then the rains had come. The crashing of mighty sky anger above, and the fury and strength of it was poured down like the many rains and winds that came blasting through. Not much room to explore, and flight was limited to the seemingly brief time between storms and mighty winds. Ways to climb up and down on the trees under whose dense tops they made their homes had become necessary at that. Even with the tiny bit of fruit and seeds herself and his sister had been able to bring as extra, though, it was not enough to really supplement the more struggling food stores here.

As the winds blew by, however, Virt found herself trying to brave storms in order to locate anything for the warriors and others who were about her. Day in and day out she had climbed to the ground, and walked upon it to do what she could. Her mat-...her Matriarch had sent her here, and she felt an urge to not let her people die. Her sisters on occasion came along with her, and what few hunters or Jordo carers in this smaller group usually just went between storms.

It was a danger, and yet a necessity. It frightened her, and yet she pushed past it anyways. They could not all wait to the side, and not all storms stayed around so consistently. At the least, that beast from before seemed to not be here or anywhere else back where her Matriarch was.

Yet when she had gone out into the forest this day-

*CRACK*

*BLAM*

*CRASH*

The fury of the skies had struck downward, down upon the area and small clearing in which she'd stood while looking for bird nests. Wood of the trees all about her had split and cracked with the white-hot and almighty power, all as it surged down and into the ground, but even she had not gone untouched. A white pillar of light visually seemed to surround her, a moment that felt like an eternity, and it was like something had hit her full on in the body. Raw pain surged through her, however, unlike any she had ever felt before.

Virt then rapidly felt her body lose all strength, and before she could blink she found herself fallen and lying back on the ground...her spear very warm in her frozen hand and obviously very singed...but at least not actively burning.

"..."

Her voice wanted to cry out, and yet she felt the words unable to be chocked out. Her survival instincts seemed to kick in with full intent, screaming and wailing at her to 'move' and 'live' and 'get to safety'...and yet she could not follow them. She could not leave her mate alone! Not when young would be here in due time, not after all of this! She could not even fathom it, even as her body screamed out in the lingering and fading vestiges of physical pain.

But Virt's gaze was wide open as she lied there, staring up at the heavens as she listened to its roar and looked deeply into its grey and seemingly infinite expanse. Even a little smoke was coming off of her body, at that.

As she finally found herself able to close her eyes for a moment, however, the roars of thunder almost seemed to take on a...distinctive tone. Almost like a voice of some sort, calling out to her, booming and crackling ad rumbling as it seemingly reached out to her with something. Yet what did it say? Virt kept her eyes closed and listened more, even as the regular warmth of her lifeblood bit by bit returned to her body underneath the cold of the pouring rain.

Eventually, she would open her eyes and find herself able to arise from the ground once more. Slowly standing, the Velari looked down at herself to see what had become of her. Wings...fully intact. Arms and legs...still attached. And yet quickly she would find something interesting upon herself. Covering her left arm down to her fingertips, and stretching over her shoulder to the left side of her chest and up onto the left side of her neck some, was a strange pattern burnt into her. They were like the branches of a great tree, stretching out all over and caressing her form.

All so strange, and yet it somehow made sense in a fashion. The voice of the skies, the markings, and the sensations she had been through. The tingle of power beyond her own almost seemed to linger as she had lied there.

"..."

Slowly but surely, Virt would return to the other Velari in the smaller group. Step by stumbling step, until her stride once again returned to normal and the squish of mud and plop of water became as normal as they had been in this last while. For her mate...for her future young...she had to get back at the very least. But more than that, what she had just gone through had to be relayed.

Upon seeing her approach, whilst sitting near their tree-home's entrance, the two sisters she had been sent with here seemed to perk up. Their voices called out, and more heads began to look out at news of the lone hunter's return. Never had she been gone this long, nor come in so very late. They had about all assumed the very worst overall, some already had, and yet here she was once more. As the rain began to lighten up some, several Velari began to climb down and make their way to her. Among these was even the other Matriarch, who as the others chirped about with words of concern took pause as she saw the younger Velari's sky-wrought burns. More so...

"Virt...what has happend to you, young one?"

The Velari took pause as the other Matriarch carefully reached out, hovering around her left shoulder before gently touching it. Virt winced in slight pain, simply if anticipating it, though after a moment seemed to return to normal as the Matriarch examined her. It...didn't hurt? The young Velari and Matriarch eventually looked at each other, their eyes meeting in a direct gaze between each other.

"I...it is a strange thing to explain" the huntress said, pointing up at the sky with her spear-wielding left arm, the very singed weapon still with white-hot cracks near its tip away from the huntress' hand, "The sky, it surrounded and held me in its power. I could not move, but merely stare back as her as she roared...yet soft words were spoken into my ear. Strange words, yet ones which I eventually came to be able to understand after being said again and again. She, the sky, spoke to me like the roar of a great beast as I lied before her mercy."

The Matriarch and others stared back at her silently as she spoke, and even a little after, even as the latest storm in their area for the day would begin lightening up even more about them. Yet as if on cue, a final and rather loud growl of thunder rang out in the sky directly above Virt's right after she had finished speaking. The other looked up towards the sky suddenly as the sound rang true, suddenly at this time standing out from all the others they had so often heard before. Yet Virt's eyes did not go up, but remained steadfastly forward-aimed at the others.

Things had begun to click in the Velari's minds with this, and their eyes seemed to open as they stared up at the few rays of sunshine that began to now peek through the branches. Like clockwork they began to now look one to another, wondering if those about them were thinking the same. Words were tossed around, some were made up, and a mixture of hesitation and reverence seemed to settle over those who were near Virt right now. The light, as with the final crack of thunder, seemed to finally spark something within them. A fire perhaps...even an awakening of sorts.

This would change things...this would change things without a doubt.




In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Elf Tiddy: *sees girl trapped in crystal*

Also Elf Tiddy: "Must protecc!" D:

In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yinha: Hey we need some help here!
Others and Xalt: Eh? Are those some big tiddies shaking over there?
Yinha: Wait, THAT was the first thing you noticed?!
Others and Xalt(probably): Yeah, dem's some huge bazongas.
Yinha: What?!
Kaze and Vani (maybe): *nod in fervent and serious agreement with the others*
Yinha: (TwT)

XD



Quickie post with some Yinha trying to call for help and begin healing Kaze and Vani.
In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yinha Karathros




Once again, her very body was luggage for a giant lizard to carry around. Had she explained it like that back home, one might swiftly assume a dragon had carried her off...not a large Lizardman with incredible strength who was fleeing the collapse of a building brought down by an insane necromantic magic using old man. She didn't even have time to properly look at the Paladin or archer girl, both of whom seemed in bad condition as it was. She'd barely finished speaking and noticing the two's arrival before it was up in the Lizardman's arms again, as the Paladin too seemed to be this time, to flee the remaining cascade of debris and dust.

This time, however, the Angelic Mage cast up the same cheap barrier from before to help them get away. Wasn't hard to use such a spell in an unorthodox situation...at least when her teacher had long ago pelted her with rocks to get her to learn this spell. "Practical application" he called it.

By the time she was set down once more, the High Elf coughed hard from what dust had kicked out about them along the way. Wasn't enough to suffocate, but it wasn't like it made breathing easy either. Yet after a moment, the buxom mage stood up and dusted herself off in a hurry before casting another "Summon: Lesser Angel" spell. From a small magic circle that once again formed in the air a statuesque, albeit animated, Guardian angel descended.

Then after giving it mental orders to help heal and treat the wounded Paladin and Lizardman, Yinha went looking about herself to try to get her bearings. As much as it hurt to not see the Archer there somewhere inside, at the same time she merely said a quiet prayer in her mind that the elf had passed swiftly and without pain at least. It seemed to be quite the grand ruined plaza of some sort, that much she could tell, and-...ah.

They were not alone either.

"Hey there!" Yinha called out loud to those she could still see left in the Royal Plaza, waving her arms about to get their attention, "We have wounded here! Do you have any supplies?"

A Guardian could cast low tier holy magic, but at the same time she didn't want to keep spamming magic forever. She had more than plenty of mana and was a proper Angelic Mage, at least, yet some mundane treatment would be nice if anyone had some potion or salve or such on their person. Maybe. Or with how this day was going they could be attacked again, in which case she at least had a Guardian out and spells to use.

She hoped dearly for the former, peaceful situation rather than the latter.

In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@The Irish Tree ...Yo paladin, where are you at?

No rush I mean, just curious is all tbh. :P
In From Dawn Till Dusk - Remastered Edition → 6 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay
Velari




Day 1, Week 1, Cycle 1
Springtime, 21 C°, Sunny

Safe to say, the two groups of Velari had both awoken to what initially had been much confusion.

Thoughts, words, concepts all so alien to them somehow and yet so familiar...yet all washed away as primal instinct and a dumbfounded silence eventually took over in the end. Knowledge they had never known before began to cause many things to take shape within their minds, and before long they began a scramble to get organized and ready to survive. The tallest Velari in each of the two groups had begun to bark out orders to their kin, after asserting some amount of control post-chaos, and it hadn't taken long for the others to fall in line. Shortly thereafter, the soft flutter of Velari wings would be visible from the myriad of beasts on the dark and dense rainforest ground as these new arrivals took to the air.

A few moved to inspect the area from the air in all directions and seek signs of their own kin, some others began to simply seek out wood and suitable plant materials for making homes, and others more began to scour for something...edible, whether it was moving around eating things or just growing out of the ground. All in all it began to cause a bit of a stir in dense, wet grounds that the Velari had awoken in, all as birds and small scaly flying things, small lizards, beasts big and small, and all were being awoken or already moving about with the rising sun.

However...



The crack of wood and spring of tree branches rang out into the air, alongside a mighty, screeching roar of anger that could send chills down one's spine.

The young Velari's heart was racing almost as fast as her wings were beating in the air, with the sticky hot and humid air of the rainforest feeling like it was clinging to her very lungs. Leaves were whipped to the side as she darted through with all of the haste of a prey animal in flight, and flecks of moisture seemed to whizz by her at top speed as her pupiless white eyes glanced around for a guaranteed path to safety. Mere moments ago she'd been attacked by a large primate-like creature, larger in height than her, having four eyes, being covered in greenish-black hair that almost camouflaged it, and bearing most of all frighteningly pronounced lower canine teeth. It had come charging with a mighty roar and large fists, its lanky but muscled limbs swinging about as it had gone in for the kill outright...only for her to narrowly dodge in time due to being in the air.

Even now it pursued her seemingly to try to make her a meal, even as she was darting away as fast as she could with her butterfly-like wings. She most definitely regretted wandering from her group of gatherers to investigate some odd sounds, but had at least felt she had a good reason to disappear. She had found some odd fruits near where this primate had been as well. One taste had told her it was sweet, and while its bright blue rind has been thicker...the flesh of it had been mostly sweet and ever so slightly hot to an extent when eating closer to the seeds. However, the decayed bones of dead prey animals hanging from branches or around the bottom of those fruit trees should have been a sign to her of something not being right here.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The roar of the beast was so close she could feel it now, sending smaller creatures into a frenzy of panic as it was swinging along after her. She glanced back instinctually at this, noting the moving mass coming up on her, though at the same time did not notice an upcoming branch.

CRACK!!!

SNAP!!!

The Velari's body crashed into the tree branch, after having darted lower to try to lose the larger predator in the underbrush, snapping the branch and sending her finally crashing down to the ground. It had been a low enough flying altitude, and a thin enough branch at least, to ensure she didn't snap like a twig on impact. Even the brush and plant life acted as a cushion for her fall in this case. Yet...the sudden halt of her flight from danger would pose its own far greater dangers now.

The young gatherer scurried to her feet, and instinctually grabbed the now sharp and pointy long tree branch that had broken off due to her impact. The sound of her heart now seemed to ring in her ears, however, thumping away as her eyes widened in an instant with fear. There was no time to move. No time to run. It was here.

The great primate came crashing down near her onto the forest floor, lightly shaking the ground around it from the dramatic but intentional impact. The beast stood up tall as it looked down upon her, all four of its its entirely black, with white pupils no less, eyes now glaring down at her with ravenous hunger and a very much murderous glint in them. The shaggy hairy exterior of the beast seemed to sway almost like tree branches as it moved, before the beast licked its meaty chops and began to pound its chest with a scream of dominance. It had slain many prey that ran from it before. It had eaten them, and the fruit of the tree it lived in, many a time before. This..insect...thing...female...whatever it was, it would soon become food as well anyways!

Such was the foremost Law of the Jungle, after all: 'Eat or be Eaten'.


Not hesitating, as it had sized up its target to be flimsy and frail and easy to kill, the hulking creature leapt forward at its next dinner with its mighty jaws opened up wide-! At the same time, the young Velari's 'fight' instincts and some inkling in her mind pushed her to roar back and protrude her pointed branch out with its back end on the ground-!

*SQUELCH*

...What?

*CRACK*

How could-?!

*THUMP THUMP...

THUMP THUMP...

THUMP...

THUMP...

...*

"Ah...Ah....Ahhh...

Eventually silence once against settled over the rainforest floor...save for the distant chatter of the smaller creatures that had long fled from the immediate area out of instinct. Yet now a sticky, dark red liquid began to pool about on the ground, staining and coating and pooling about the uncaring the flora and fauna and refuse in a disgusting gush of what once was the lifeblood of another living thing. Indeed, the way of the jungle was a harsh one...and a lesson from which none, not even those at the highest levels, would be preserved from.

The corpse of the mighty ape slumped to the side, now leaning against a tree as its wide open eyes gazed out with a glassy and empty gaze. Its heart had already stopped beating, though, and the last breath had already left its large lungs in what almost seemed like a hushed and quiet whisper. The air that had once been so thick with tension, so thick one could cut it with a knife, seemed to suddenly yet softly dissipate as quickly as it came.

Amidst all of this, the young Velari gatherer collapsed to her knees on the ground. There was no care that she kneeled in the blood of her pursuer, yet as she felt her breathing begin to slow she pulled up a hand in front of her eyes. It was her hand...and yet it was not her blood that stained it.

She slowly began to stand once more, the beat of her heart returning to normal, before slowly looking to the sharp stick still stuck inside of the primate's corpse. After a moment of contemplation, she then pulled out the stick out and held it in her hands once more. Some fragment of organ and heart and muscle and such was stuck to the end, lifeless yet still warm and covered in blood...but the gatherer then took a wary yet curious bite of the severed flesh. Her eyes widened at the taste, even as she chewed it all slowly before finally swallowing it.

After some moments that felt like an eternity, however, the young Velari then looked up at the sky once more. This was all a place so very strange, and yet under the rays of the sun it felt more familiar somehow.

But...they, she, would not be prey here. They would not be the hunted, as she had been.

Indeed, they would be something more! They were mighty! She was mighty!

Raising her blood-soaked weapon above her head, the young Velari felt a surge of energy wash through her, rising and cascading and shooting up to the point that-

"OOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The young gatherer-...no, the young huntress now let aloud a cry of victory at the top of her lungs and with all her might. In a sense one could see it as her somewhat mimicking the odd sounds of her former pursuer, and yet it was her own cry and voice all the same.

Soon it would draw others to her location, others of her kind and people. Soon they would return to the fruit tree that was once this predator's lair, and take apart the body of this mighty beast as well as take its well-protected harvest.

...Such was the Nature of Civilization: For to the victor, thus went the spoils.


In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Be nice, we just stopped a crazy coot from swarming the ruins with undead! Or rather...we helped him stop himself? lol XD

And Yinha almost had some trauma kinda bite her back again...albeit the crumbling building and Kaze kinda cut it off before it really got rolling. Whew. Not gonna be a common thing, but wanted to showcase it before we meet the dragon tiddy waifu Serafaye (@_@)
In From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P] → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yinha Karathros




As the building began to collapse, and she turned to run, Yinha found herself absentmindedly looking over to the wounded elven archer lying on the floor. The healing spell was doing...something at least, but time almost seemed to crawl about to a stop as a familiar but dreaded sensation suddenly ran up the back of her neck. No. Not again. Not here and now. This was NOT that time, or THAT place. Do what the old doctor in that one town she'd passed through had taught her, yes. Breathe in and out, focus on it and what was going on before her, deep breaths now. Let it all flow out, just let it flow out...

Only when a reptilian arm grabbed her around her waist and gun it towards the exit did the sensation of moving jostle her somewhat more back towards the reality before her. Yinha didn't fight Kaze's actions at all as she clung onto him for dear life, all as the hulking Lizardman ran out of the back door of the church at breakneck speeds. Not that the tough hide of Kaze would likely feel her fingers digging in. Even so, a word was muttered under her breath as they moved along, a timid but focused enough spell cast to try to do something.

"S-Shining Wall"

A meager low tier spell as it was, she used a very old-fashioned form of spellcasting one last time to try to help keep them alive. A faintly shimmering golden wall of magic would then appear above the duo as Kaze ran out with Yinha in his arm. It was a paltry barrier due to its low rank, but was enough to maybe deflect (even if it couldn't stop) larger pieces of building and such falling down...and defend from the smallest pieces of pebble and masonry at least.

Yet as she was placed back on her feet beyond the walls of the church, the golden barrier overhead cracked and shimmered away as quickly as it had arrived. Similarly, the elf found herself able to breathe again after those moments that had felt like a small eternity. Her more mechanical and stoic expression rapidly faded, all as features very much softened and she let her breathing go back to normal. Kind eyes looked back at Kaze now as he spoke about 'going through the wall', taking in his appearance before the High Elf gave a light bow to her larger ally once he was done speaking.

"My thanks for getting me out of there...just before the fighting began out I cast a spell to see if there were any undead around. Ruins and all. Once I detected some, and the fighting broke out, I made for the church," Yinha said, trying to keep it as brief as she could before letting out a long sigh.

At least she was alive.

@Kazemitsu
In From Dawn Till Dusk - Remastered Edition → 6 yrs ago Forum: Nation Roleplay

© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet