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 Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 16:45:36 GMT -5
"A little. We soon made our differences go away. Though, a guard tried to kill him, and Steele ending up killing his partner. He did not bother us again, though," Walter chuckled.
Post by Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 16:52:35 GMT -5
"Yes, it was. Please don't bother firing him or something, after the incident I believe he will think twice before trying to kill another prisoner," Walter pondered the thought. It was extremely unlikely.
Roland shook his head, "No he resigned. Said he was sorry but he couldn't do it anymore. I told him it was an honest breakdown but he would t listen. Turned in his stuff and went home." he hoped he had managed to forgive himself.
Post by Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 17:02:22 GMT -5
Stretching his back, Walter nodded his head. He thunk back down onto the ground and let out a relaxed sigh. "I never thought Avaleur would be this interesting when I came here as a demon. And yet here I am, a Knight!"
Roland again nodded, "I write letters to them and my cousin. My family doesn't write back that often but my cousin and I are constantly writing. He sort of looks up to me."
Post by Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 17:19:14 GMT -5
"Who doesn't?" Walter smirked, winking once more at Roland. "It's good your family writes, though. The only family I have really is my father of lies."
Post by Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 17:24:09 GMT -5
"Interesting to say the least. My real father sold me to him, but death was as kind as he could be to me. Not all that kind, but not all are perfect in that way. Death can be good, and the gods can be bad. I have nothing to complain for, my real father beat me, so death was practically my savior."
Post by Walter Grace on Jun 10, 2012 17:51:31 GMT -5
"Well...to tell you the truth I do not remember if I was born a demon, or if Death converted me when I was bought," Walter bit his lip. It actually bugged him slightly. But, he wouldn't ask Death. It was just the past, and Walter was a demon now.
"That is interesting, but I suppose it does not matter. You are a demon now and that is that. Well I am glad you see him as a good father. And you are right, angels can be bad and demons can be good."
