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 was outside, sitting up in one of the fields before he even realized what was going on. He winced in pain, only able to open one eye. "Sorry, Jimmy!" He called out, as he stood up, a little weak on his feet. "I didn't mean to ruin your hut, I'll pay for the repairs though!"
Goria stared at the man, dumbfounded. *D...did he really just take the blame for that?* Goria asked himself. He calmly stepped outside, no longer wishing harm on this man. He got to him and healed his wounds, restoring his vitality. "You... what are you?"
"I'm Scooter and I'm a rain sprite. But mostly I'm just a boy who works at the farm." He said, he watched as the man healed his wounds. "Thanks! That's awfully nice of you."
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Scooter chuckled. " Well, obviously I made you angry, so it was my fault! I should have left when you told me to. I'm sorry for making you so angry! Please forgive me!"
"You are a strange person, Scooter. Very strange indeed... i think I'll let you live, just to see this curiosity of yours... go, Scooter, and bring the rain." With that, Goria teleported away to his mountain stronghold to plan an attack on Avaleur. (which is ironically happening right now lol.)