Ven
Knight of Anal Tyranny
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Post by Ven on May 8, 2015 3:23:43 GMT
( There should be some role-playing going on the board, so I figured I'd toss something out. )
A short man sat at the border of the town of Edin, sitting upon a large rock. His clothing and hair were disheveled, and dirt was smeared across his face. He let out a small grunt, burying his face into his gloved digits. His hands slid up his face, before curling around the dirty blonde strands that were unkempt. This man's name is Valit, and has stopped by Edin for a chance to take a break from the strain of his work. Valit seemed to have very little on his person. A rather expensive looking sword was strapped around his body, and a small dagger was attached to his hip. Coins rattled as he shifted to stretch, suggesting that he had a great deal of money with him, however. He dug through a small bag he had on him, pulling out a map of the island. His fingers tightened, crinkling the page slightly. Valit's bright eyes narrowed, and he leaned into the page as if it was going to make it any more clear to himself. "Lost..." He hissed out to himself, tossing the map onto the ground in a fit of rage. He repeated himself, much louder this time. "Lost!!"
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