I don't know who you are
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Thread Topic: I don't know who you are
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*glares at man holding my wrist, man is dressed in golden armor with a gold helm, long blond hair flowing behind him, a pair of scarlet wings resting against his back*
Ivar: Milady, don't play. *frowns, shaking head*
I'm not playing! Let me go!
*woman lands nearby, dressed in similar yet very feminine white and scarlet armor, a pair of orange wings against her back, no helm but instead a gold circlet on her brow*
Pradeep: Maybe she doesn't remember us.
Ivar: I won't believe that. Besides, she knows where our son is, Pray. Don't you want him to come home?
Pradeep: *insulted, ruffles feathers* Of course! But if it means interrogating our Queen, we cannot.
Ivar: Ha. Just you watch. *pulls Heph closer*
*squeals* Look I'm sorry about your son or whatever but I can't leave the garden so please!
Pradeep: Ivar! -
(am I allowed to use characters of my own in this?)
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[yeah of course that's the whole point.x3]
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oh good! :D)
Vanity: *enters the scene, examine in the situation* release your grasp from that maiden, sir. unless you wish to dirty up your armor, of course. *glares at the man with the gold armor and scarlet wings* -
hope that wasn't too short. .3.)
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*shadows appears beside Ivar, grab Heph and she vanishes, becoming ghost like with the shadows*
Ivar: *glances between shadows and the newcomer, then back at the shadows* Lord Feng, I will return for her*
*shadows and ghost Heph vanish*
Ivar:*turns to newcomer now, crossing arms, wings outspread* State your business. This is Fyrian territory, and Royal land at that.
Pradeep: Ivar..*sighs, glancing at Vanity* My apologies for the distressing scene. -
Vanity: my business is of no concern to you, creature. *looks over to pradeep* you are forgiven. what was... Ivar holding her for? she seemed like she was uncomfortable.
Avance: *stumbles out from the bushes* what's taking so long? who are these people? and WHY ARE WE IN A f---ING GARDEN?! -
Ivar:...Hmph. *and flies off to god knows where*
Pradeep: That girl is our liege. She recently suffered from a terrible tragedy, and lost her memories. He was hoping to find the location of our son, even though we were told it was useless. *sad smile, shaking head*
*Oralee is sitting in tree, looks like except she has white bikini style top and bottoms under her armor and has stark white wings tipped with sunset orange*
Oralee: *throws apple down at Avance* Don't yell, you'll scare the dragons. -
Vanity: oh, that is a shame. what have you done to try and regain her memory back?
Avance: *apple lands on his head* ack! ow! *looks up at oralee* give me a heads up next time!
Augus: *turns uninvisible* oh, stop shouting, you. *smacks Avance in the back of the head* sorry for him. he's mentally retarded.
Avance: HEY!
Augus: *smacks Avance in the back in the head again* what did I just say? your only proving my point. -
Pradeep: Nothing. We've been charged to leave that in another's hands.
Oralee: *giggles lightly, losing the frown*
*Oran [ walks over, swords strapped to waist, frowning*
Oran: What's got dad so angry?
Pradeep: Nothing, Oran. Don't worry about it. -
Vanity: hm... I see. so this crowd of people is your family, I presume?
Avance: f--- you... *goes to sit against a bush and relax, but only manages to fall through the bush instead* GAH!
Augus: *chuckels a bit and looks up to Oralee* how are you, milady? the water looks beautiful today, just as it does almost any other day... -
Pradeep: Subordinates is also a nice word for them. I'm Pradeep Tanzer, Commander of the Templar's division. The violent one in the tree is Oralee, Templar Apprentice, and the hooded stranger is Oran, apprentice to the master blacksmith.
Oran: Just Oran works. Not like I'm that proud of my work. *snorts*
Oralee: *raises an eyebrow, not used to being addressed* I'm fine. -
Vanity: well met. I am Vanity, a Gishki Monk. My dim witted companion is Avance, Gishki swordsman. and the one chatting up a conversation with your Templar is Augus, Gishki shaman. nice to meet you.
Avance: *gets out of the bush and swiftly pulls out his sword, perfectly slicing it in half with his sword* I HATE BUSHES!
Augus: *teleports onto a branch above Oralee* Good. so, your a Templar? what's that like? -
Pradeep: *smiles, bowing slightly* A pleasure. The oaf who was here earlier was my husband, Ivar.
Oran: *raises an eyebrow at Avance, walking over* You're gonna anger the dragons doing that.
Oralee: *startled, frowns again* Hard work. It requires knowledge of both the laws and religion of Fyre, along with training for battle and rituals. -
Vanity: *bows to you as well* I see. he must be the dumb brute in the family, then.
Avance: *turns to Oran* Oh, shut up! I'll kill the dragons then! Dragons don't scare me!
Augus: *his eyes widen a bit when he hears the word ritual* Rituals? oh, we could help with that! All Gishki's are required to learn at least the basics of performing rituals. It's in our culture.
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