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.
Scooter shook his head, he took a step back, the look on Dadramoras face was frightening. "I'm not good at fighting. Not at all, I have a very sensitive body, actually. I can't take a hit very well, the best I can do is defend myself, and even then I'm not too good."
Scooter stayed back. "Yes, I have the ability to do that, but why? Is avaleur going to war with another country?" he asked, frowning. He didn't like the idea of war.
"Because he wishes for nothing to exist. He wishes to own everything, and either you're with him and not dead but enslaved, or you're fighting against him and more than likely dead."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter was a bit confused. "That's terrible. I would hate to see that happen to this town. It really doesn't deserve such a terrible punishment! It hasn't done anything wrong. So, you're fighting against this god person?"
"No. I was just lucky. Compared to my father or Dadramora, our leader, I am but an insect. They could fight Goria one on one and stand their own, but they couldn't fight him and his hundreds of thousands. That is why I am searching for the other three Great Dragons. This gem-" He points to the red one at his neck. "-contains the soul of Veruct, the Red One. He was killed in battle and I was given his soul, which is why I'm so powerful. Should I find the other three and they bless me with their power I will become strong enough to fight Goria in a one on one battle and have a chance. Those three fled to all corners of the world, but with the appearance of the Black One, Miyol, the other three would have gathered where he was and try to stop him. That place is Avaleur."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"My name... is Sacraa. You and Namari are the only ones who know this, for you are the only two I deem worthy so far. Dadramora was the name of my race's leader, and when he died I took his name upon myself, trying to live up to his power. My training is incomplete, but I swore to myself that one day, I will revive the Dragoon race. Dadramora is my guide, and Dadramora will remain so until Goria is dead at my feet."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"You want to know about me?" Scooter asked, surprised. Nobody had asked about his past before. "I'm afraid my story isn't quite as interesting as yours! Nowhere near actually, it would be too boring!"
"Your past is your past, and it defines who you are. The future means nothing as it doesn't exist yet, and the present is too unpredictable. The past is the only sure thing in life, the only constant."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Scooter was surprised by Dadramoras wise words. " Well, I guess so!" he said with a smile. " I barely remember my parents. I don't know if they died, or just disappeared, I just remember them being gone one day. I had a twin brother, named Flip. I was born as an ame-warashi, and he was a zashiki-warashi. Basically meaning, he was a lovable little sprite who would inhabit random homes and I would control the rain. Long story short, one day, someone didn't take too kindly to us being in their house and beat my brother to death." he explained, a bit sadly. He hadn't talked about it in a long time.
"Well, that's my past! Plain and simple! I got over it, and began to move on."
