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Life of a Villager Medieval Age Chapter 5: Gotta give props for that... (started,ALL WAYS ACCEPTING via PM)


Hitsugaya The Ice God

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((i did))

The arrow was encanted and was deadly accurate. But never was it deadly. It provided a feign death aswell. Ecsapes were his last choice but if the king was at low power with the lightning shot, he wasnt sure Griffen could stand against the king.

Earlier Grevious accepted the intitation to the Dark brotherhood and warned Griffen of the difficulty. "I will shoot a death arrow if things turn grey." he said to him earlier in the room. "Now go."

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Damzel was outside, wondering where everyone had gone. She could sense there was a disturbance in the palace, but she didn't bother to check. After all, it was not her place to go snooping around the palace, finding out every tiny drop of gossip there was.

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Chance didn't have the time to investigate the shooter of the arrow at the time so he began to charge an attack and said "I don't know what this Dark Brotherhood your talking is but i do know that you will leave or die!".

 

Chance was charging a fire ball instead of a lightning attack like he normally does since he was still out of energy from the bolt he shot before.

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The man was looking into the sky with great thoughts going through his head. He was standing on the edge of a mountain just outside the town that he used to hold so dear. The man seemed to be holding a black bladed and gold handled straight edged katana. He held it up to the sky and then slammed the blade into the rock in disgust. He fell to his knees and as the wind blew his cloak it could be noticed that the mans left arm was completely gone from his body. He fell backwards onto his back and his legs extended forward so he could take a laying position, his arm fell next to the blade that was now standing before him. He thought about the things that they said to him, the disgraceful things that he couldn't bare to here after eight long years of service.

 

"What goo is a slayer that can't use his class' main weapon?" "Your useless, absolutely useless now..." "Look at the weapon he uses! Him, a slayer? How can he represent us at all" The thoughts echoed in his head until he came to one particulate one, the one that kept him going through all of through all of the negative ones. "Slayers...aren't born with their spears and lances at their sides." These words were given to him by his master and he thought about them often. "This blade stands before, conquering my soul!" The man said as he reached for the gold handle of his blade. "If I'm ever to master my new lifestyle I must stand taller then my blade..." The man tried to say but then his right arm dropped back into the dirt of the mountain top. "Perhaps later." He said and then closed his eyes, knowing that the blades far to strong for anyone to steal.

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The man was looking into the sky with great thoughts going through his head. He was standing on the edge of a mountain just outside the town that he used to hold so dear. The man seemed to be holding a black bladed and gold handled straight edged katana. He held it up to the sky and then slammed the blade into the rock in disgust. He fell to his knees and as the wind blew his cloak it could be noticed that the mans left arm was completely gone from his body. He fell backwards onto his back and his legs extended forward so he could take a laying position' date=' his arm fell next to the blade that was now standing before him. He thought about the things that they said to him, the disgraceful things that he couldn't bare to here after eight long years of service.

 

"What goo is a slayer that can't use his class' main weapon?" "Your useless, absolutely useless now..." "Look at the weapon he uses! Him, a slayer? How can he represent us at all" The thoughts echoed in his head until he came to one particulate one, the one that kept him going through all of through all of the negative ones. "Slayers...aren't born with their spears and lances at their sides." These words were given to him by his master and he thought about them often. "This blade stands before, conquering my soul!" The man said as he reached for the gold handle of his blade. "If I'm ever to master my new lifestyle I must stand taller then my blade..." The man tried to say but then his right arm dropped back into the dirt of the mountain top. "Perhaps later." He said and then closed his eyes, knowing that the blades far to strong for anyone to steal.

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((nice intro! i like it when people post long intros on RPGs!))

 

The Nurse ran into the room "Its alright i got this" she said to Valintine

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Very well. I'll tell the guards outside about this. Aparently this is the second time he's been attacked today.... and the sixth time this week I hear.... Call me when he's awake or if you need help. says Valintine to the nurse. Valintine goes outside the throne room and chastises the guards for their lax behavior when it comes to guarding the King. Anyway, Where's your comander, We still need to find the Assailants who tried to kill the king. asks Valintine.

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