Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Devan strolled into the camp. He was fully equipped. Blood still dropped from his scythed chains. He ran into a stranger on the path, he didn't know anything other than this place was a good spot for finding answers. The man wasn't totally useless, so he let him live longer. Devan remembered the pleasure he had cutting off the mans limbs, it still brought joy to his heart.
The camp was obviously a bandit camp, but most of these crooks were pathetic, a disgrace to the title they held. Where was his kind of people?! His mentor told him A friend had failed to kill Enoch, the source of the league's problems. This task was a little painful, when Enoch came into the group Devan had become friends and almost brothers with him. But he had turned on the league, so brothers they were no longer.
Devan began his search for information on his old friend.
Rio was walking through the camp, getting ready to leave for the day and begin her training. She noticed Devan. A new face, hmm.. She shook her head, perhaps this kid would be interesting. Judging by his looks, he was somebody that shouldn't be messed with. She didn't want to be bothered with remembering a new name so she walked passed him, talking to one of the drunks for entertainment.
Devan noticed Rio, possibly the 'entertainment' he thought. Girls in the job are usually knew things. He walked up behind her and pulled down the part of his mask that covered his mouth. "Miss, do you have time to speak." it wasn't really a question at all.
He smiled, "Let's hope that it isn't. I was wondering if you could tell me about a man in a red cloak. Enoch, is any of this familiar? Have you heard any stories?" he asked.
'Sounds like him' he thought to himself containing a smile. Unfortunately he couldn't use that, but at least he was on the right track with this one. "Anything else? Have you seen him since?" he asked.
"Ask the knights or something." Rio said, not particularly caring. " They are the terrible 'justice league' here. They'll probably know a thing or two."
He eyed Rio, a little frustrated with her tone. But then again why should she be welcoming? After his second thought he nodded in approval, she wasn't scared or pathetic. "alright thanks. So you seem to be the only person here that is not pathetic."
"Well, You're quite observant. I do regret to say that this place is over-flowing with these pathetic excuses of criminals." Rio spoke, laughing a bit. " And are you just here looking for your friend?"
That word stung much more than he thought it would. Friend, it used to be the word to describe the two. "No. My friend he was, but not now. He betrayed some very powerful people." devan talked with an easily noticeable hate for Enoch. As if his words could spill out fire.
Devan laughed, this girl was one of his kind of people. "I will definity try. It's does my heart good to see there is at least one person here that understands how great what I do is."
Rio shrugged. "Most people here are too drunk to understand the difference anyways." she said with a laugh. The camp was full of bandits, but not too many interesting ones.
The question made Rio think. "Nothing, I suppose. Just that I'm sober to enjoy the results of what I do." she began. " You never told me your name. What is it?"