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 Phillis Von Christ on Feb 21, 2012 17:28:29 GMT -5
"Urgh!" Phillis yelled, clenching his fists. He was at the height of his frustration. He looked to the table beside him. There was a single vase sitting on it. He smacked it off, causing it to fall and smash on the floor.
"Yeah, I guess I'll do it." He finally said, calmly.
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Feb 21, 2012 18:12:44 GMT -5
Phillis was not pleased with the comment. It was never a wise idea to tell an angry person that they were always angry. He looked at the table he had knocked the vase off of. After not even a second of thinking about it, he flipped the table over in rage. "I'll be back in a moment!" He yelled as he stormed out of the room.
Grayson looked at the scene, wide-eyed. "Papa, he should take anger management classes.." the boy whispered, not wanting to be heard by anyone except Walter.
A maid walked into the room and looked at the scene as if it were a normal occurrence. "Oh, king Phillis has returned, I assume?"
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 18:20:03 GMT -5
Walter chuckled, patting the boy on the head and standing up. "Yes he has returned. But not for long. He is being sent back to Paineston by order of the knights while the war is occuring."
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Feb 21, 2012 18:23:06 GMT -5
Grayson hugged around Walters waist. It was as far as he could reach. "Do I really have ta go back with 'im? He's scary. I want ta stay here." the boy pouted.
The maid couldn't help but laugh a bit as she cleaned up the mess.
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 18:25:10 GMT -5
Walter got down on one knee and smiled. "Well, believe it or not but the king is a lot less scary than the people attacking Avaleur. So, it's better this way!" He hugged the boy, giving him a kiss on the forehead before turning to the maid.
"My dear, no need to clean up after the kings mess, I will do it," he laughed, beginning to pick up the shards of the vase.
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 18:41:30 GMT -5
"It's not really that simple, Grayson," Walter laughed. "Have you ever heard of a woman named Namari Lovell? She's the king's hand in Avaleur. Or a young man named Roland? He is one of the founding knights like myself and Namari."
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 19:13:08 GMT -5
Walter laughed, "Well, when you're older I'll reccomend you. The day you turn 18, alright? Besides, wouldnt you rather be a knight of Paineston? And where I was going with those knights is that they are probably the most powerful fighters, alongside myself, in this town. They could barely handle it, as you can see."
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 19:17:40 GMT -5
"Yes, yes they are. They have trained and trained for many years of their lives. Namari is an elf, and elves are really known to be fierce in battle. Roland's homeland is a militar-based country, and he grew up in the military basically."
Post by Phillis Von Christ on Feb 21, 2012 19:21:45 GMT -5
Grayson sighed. He didn't want to wait until he was eighteen to become a knight. " Well, some of the knights an' guards 'o Paineston are comin' ta avaleur now that you are friends or whatever, so I guess that'll be fine."
Post by Walter Grace on Feb 21, 2012 19:32:16 GMT -5
Walter frowned. "Well...normally wars last a long time...so I do not know Grayson." He turned and looked at Grayson with a smile, "I promise I will come and get you when everything is better."