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.
"Ah, there is plenty to do though. These trees will need tended to for awhile, and if nobody else will do it then I will have to get some wildlife and replace the ones lost here today or find the ones that swam away." He said, trying to help.
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
Zaleth laughed at this, then coughed in his helm. A bit of blood was mixed in with it, meaning he still had some internal wounds. "Where can I find a healer?" He asked Jordan
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
Zaleth nodded. "Thank you." He turned to Kavanah. "I don't need much, but if you would could you heal my internal wounds? I can deal without walking for a time."
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
Kavanah nodded, unsheathed his blade once more, and stabbed his thigh. There was a scar here from him doing this before. He pulled the blade out of his leg and touched its tip onto the flesh of Zaleth. The mans wounds healed quickly and perfectly however, it did take its toll on Kavanah. He didn't show it though.
Zaleth felt everything in his body heal, except the scar from his brother's blade. It would never heal unless he killed his brother with his own weapons.
"I thank you, my winged friend." He said. Then Zaleth floated to the ground and stood on his feet, albeit shakily. "What next?"
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
"Now we should rest..." he wasn't sure but his cursed arm seemed to cause him much pain these days, normally meant trouble was stirring. "I fear we may need all the energy we have soon."
"You seem... shaken." Zaleth observed by Kavanah's slight movements. They were unusual compared to the ones before, and thus ment something was either going wrong or right.
Nobody know what weapons World War III will be fought with, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones. -Albert Einstein
"The man who waited for the storm to find shelter was the one who did not make it through it." Kavanah resighted from an old story. He looked to Jordan. "Does that sound right?"
Kavanah nodded, and he was no idiot. "I think I should go prepare. Jordan, care to join me?" he then turned to Zaleth, "Healling is what you need first, my friend."