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.
The first thing Daric Frey did when he entered Avaleur was visit the graveyard. Even as a fallen angel, he had kept some respect for the dead, their accomplishments, and what they didn't accomplish.
As Daric walked, he could feel the death reaching out at him, trying to take his life with them, or be granted a new life. Sorry, my friends, I cannot. One gravestone caught his eye, the grave of Stacy. He didn't know who she was, but he was relieved to see a dying bouquet of flowers there. It was nice to know that people still cared for the dead... Daric thought to himself quietly.
Post by Walter Grace on Aug 19, 2012 10:14:56 GMT -5
Walter yawned as he closed the gate to the graveyard behind him. In his hand he held a flower. Just one. He had not visited the grave of his friend, Kavanah, for a while. The man who fought beside him in war. Of course, nothing rested in his grave, the angel had disappeared into oblivion, but Walter thought it appropriate to place a tombstone in the graveyard for one of Avaleur's heroes.
As the demon made his way through the graveyard, he spotted a person. An angel to be exact. He pursed his lips, happy to be in his human for at that moment. Still, the angel was standing fairly close to Kavanah's grave. Walter continued on, standing just a few graves away from the angel, and placed the flower on the top of Kavanah's tombstone.
Walter turned to the angel, deciding to make it known he wasn't going to be hostile and smiled slightly. "Deciding to pay your respects?" Walter asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.