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.
Gwilym waved goodbye and then began to feel uneasy. He and Dadramora stood there by themselves, he didn't exactly like the man yet, he might not ever. He seemed a little shady. He wondered how or what would happen.
He turned to face Dadramora, "Other cultures. It's what we, Goragonians, do." he was a little nervous but if he was scooters friend he would give him more of a chance than he would with most.
Dadramora smiled at this. "Then you have come to the right place. Avaleur is nothing but a melting pot of other cultures. Me, Scooter, the natives of Avaleur, and many more. Well chosen Gwilym."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"A region on the same continent as Tetra and some other smaller kingdoms." he put his keys into his pocket. "Imagine this place three times larger and no army and you have it, it is quite the marvel how it works really."
Gwilym shook his head. "nope, I mean I suppose you could say its people and the king is its army. But other than that there is no set up government or military. They have quite the influence though, I believe their several allys would come to their aid as well. Goragon is an ally of theirs as a matter of fact."
No government? Was this lizard crazy? "There is always a form of government my friend. Without it, they aren't a country. Just a random assortment of people living together."
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?