As Garith walked into the tavern, Lillian looked up and smiled excitedly. He promptly walked over and asked if Lillian was given any trouble on her way to the tavern, to which she replied "No, everything was perfectly fine". She grinned at his worry over her, and continued her meal after...
Lillian pulled her hood over her head as the rain began to come down harder and harder. Looking down the winding road, she couldn't make out any nearby towns, or anywhere else for her to rest. Suddenly, in the distance, she could make out the lights of some building. She hid her lute underneath...
Name: Lillian/Lilly
Age: 53, born Flyrum of the Flower moon, year of the Otter
Gender/sexuality: Female/straight
Race: Suon
Nation: Born in Alondale
Appearance: Being the runt of her litter, Lilly was always somewhat small (compared to the rest of her siblings that is), standing at about...
Fogaur smiled and nodded. He extended an arm towards the tree trunk as his hair began to flair up again. The tree began to open up and created a small room within itself. "Here is your small home", Fogaur said, gesturing to the small, temporary room. He then walked farther down the branch and...
"Leg is fine. Back hurts though," Fogaur said gruffly. His arrow wound had stopped bleeding but was still quite sore. Fogaur looked around at where he was, taking in the situation. He suddenly spotted a pigeon, and began to walk towards it. Instead of flying away, the pigeon only looked at...
The King's smile widened, as he chuckled at the Ice Mage's narcissism. As he began to ride away slowly he turned his head to look at Zaal, his eye's glistening, and smile wide and calm."Very well Mage, we shall leave you be for now. Though I must warn you, it may be in your best wishes to stop...
The King gave a slight smile and began to speak. "Why, we would simply not attack each other, at least for the time being", he said in a smooth, calm tone. "We will avoid each other and only attack if challenged, and I will not break the truce unless I have let you know the truce is over at...
The King called for his remaining men to stop. He looked towards Zaal with a fiery gaze, his autumn orange beard and hair shining in the sun. "It seems I have underestimated you, mysterious icemage. May I propose a momentary truce?" He asked in a stern and calm tone.
"I can't reach far to pull...
As the icemen charged forward the King's hounds leapt at their throats, though to their masters dismay, were quickly killed. The archers shot and killed a large amount of the icemen, but were quickly hit by the icicles and killed. The King and his knights shielded themselves from the icicles...
Fogaur and Zaal began to walk out of the small bakery. Fogaur picked a croissant out of the paper bag and gave it to Zaal. As he turned towards Zaal to smile, he suddenly felt something stab into his back. He fell to his knees heaving, and felt around his back to find the object. A long, sharp...
Fogaur pointed to a croissant in the display case. "Two" he said calmly. The employee reached into the case, pulled out two croissants and placed them carefully into a small paper bag. Fogaur took the bag and began to walk towards the door.
Fogaur stood up straight, his abnormally tall stature becoming emphasized. With an angry grumble he shuffled to the back of the line. "Like this?" he muttered, annoyed and hungry.
Fogaur looked to Zaal, smiled, and gave him a small nod. He looked back down at the array of pastries lined up behind their clear glass case, licking his lips hungrily. As he looked around at the food, he spotted an especially delicious looking croissant. He stared at it for a moment before...
Fogaur slowly came to a stop and stood to face the source of the smell. In front of him stood a quaint little bakery. Fogaur's hand softly pressed against the glass door as he slowly pushed it open. As he walked into the shop he heard a small jingle as his eyes were instantly drawn towards the...
Fogaur suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as he felt his stomach growl hungrily. He began to walk faster than before, startling Fretka. He stopped again and stuck his nose into the air. The smell of fresh baked bread began to seep into Fogaur's nose. His stomach growled again as he...