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.
"You are an unusual man Roland. Tetra must be strong to come up with soldiers as strong and smart as you. Tell me, are you a general or an elite back in Tetra or just a common soldier?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Tough to say,"Roland thought about it, "Well, I wouldn't be a general or elite. But I would definitly be making my way through the ranks quicker than most. But as of now, I would say common soldier."
"Fun. We train until we're forty or so, so I never got the actual title either. My training stopped when i was twenty or so and the only member of my race left..." Dadramora's face sank from the sad memories.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"No, we learn quickly after we get our dragon souls. Our bodies stay in their prime longer, allowing for more training than usual. Plus, most of us are lucky to live to be two hundred, what with the constant fighting with Viin and some renegade Fiin tribes that lived on Isiolde before Goria got there."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Understandable, Tetra's average age is relatively low as well." the two of them had reached city now and Roland readjusted the sack. Whatever was in it was heavy and lumpy, not the easiest to carry. "So...opps sorry just about asked why you were here again." he chuckled, "Have you enjoyed your stay?" he asked instead.
Dadramora nodded, then laughed. "I don't think I could become a knight even if I tried." He said, laughing as the city gates opened to let the pair in.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
