In the city of Carlin, a playful child stumbles over a batch of roses belonging to the Queen’s garden. He blankly stares at the flowers with a saddened heart, wondering why some have yet to bloom when winter has ended, and spring has arrived. The Queen slowly approaches the child, laying her hand upon his shoulder. She closely whispers to him a tale of a reputable group that resides to the south of Thais, on an isle known as Fibula - a group of kind people that is rumored to hold the last hope of virtue and honesty for mankind.
On the next day, the Queen could not find the child playing in the halls of her castle. That child now finds himself standing in front of a mansion, far, far away from home, with a rose that has yet to bloom.
Greetings,
Aikeoh Leingod
Greetings Red Rose
- Rob'Doomsday
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Re: Greetings Red Rose
Greets,
Hoping to hear the stories of his trip soon enough.
Rob
Hoping to hear the stories of his trip soon enough.
Rob
Re: Greetings Red Rose
A'ho there Aikeoh.
Good to see you around at this sides
Good to see you around at this sides
A crazy axe fighter and a mead lover.
Nirdor from Farajdvheim, Eanor.
Range vegen blir ikkje rett, enda om mange følgjer den.
Re: Greetings Red Rose
Welcome to the boards of the Red Rose, my friend!
Don't hesitate to post any stories etc. in the "RPG"-section. I think we need more of such things around here!
Don't hesitate to post any stories etc. in the "RPG"-section. I think we need more of such things around here!
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Re: Greetings Red Rose
Greetings!
I'm looking forward to reading more of this
I'm looking forward to reading more of this
Without deviation from the norm, 'progress' is not possible.
Re: Greetings Red Rose
Nice way of using words, I like it!
Contact me ingame and we may make some poetry togather!
~Aroen
Contact me ingame and we may make some poetry togather!
~Aroen
A vision shared, no blood would be shed. Long live the Red Rose