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.
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 9, 2012 18:51:41 GMT -5
"I think the demon here is you, for bringing any sort of harm to my son." Walter spat. His head was bleeding slightly, and his clothes were dirty, but still the man stood tall over Norman.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Feb 9, 2012 18:55:51 GMT -5
Norman knew he was dieing. "Dammit all to hell. I was the king of the blackmarket.. How dare you ruin that?.." he coughed, as he looked up at Walter one last time. "R-Rot in..hell, demon." and with that, he died.
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 9, 2012 18:57:44 GMT -5
"...I plan to." Walter smirked. He put out the fire and rushed over to Phillis and Grayson. Kneeling down to the boys level, he asked, "Are you two alright...?"
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Feb 9, 2012 19:36:44 GMT -5
"They ran off, I suppose." Phillis said as they all walked away together. The end of the forest was near. As they had left that part of the forest, all the attackers raised again. They were no longer controlled by Norman. They all looked at each other confused. but managed to put everything together and go their separate ways.