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.
Dadramora smiled back at her. "No problem little one. But it's getting late, and I think you should probably get home now. Would you like me to fly you back to Avaleur?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"It is. I find it filthy. And drinking is associated with puking and I could not handle that one bit." he chuckled. "So I believe you had asked me a question earlier and I was not in the best mood."
Xeon raised an eyebrow, "Strange? I am from Paineston. I am an advisor to the king there." he explained to Dadramora. "I prefer to be with the people though, the castle can be a little cold. If you know what I mean."
Dadramora sighed. "Killing shit or building a castle. Like usual. I'll worry about him when the time is right. What I wish to know is how YOU know him."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"I have heard mostly stories...." Xeon looked off as if to recall from memories. He had also heard from his vast resources, but he wasn't going to say that. "I had a friend that knew a few dragoons as well, so most of what I know has been told over several tongues. So obviously not all of it is respectable."
"Ahhh, you heard from renegade dragoons who believed themselves superior to every other being in the world. we didn't like them, but Goria hunted even them down."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"If he knew the correct dragon spell or had a really big levistone, then maybe he had been to Isiolde. I doubt it though. So, will you tell me what you know of Goria?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
