Some RP screenshots!
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“You got broody. Lost the idealistic streak. Kind of… I owe you a drink.â€
Roen looked back to Spahro with narrowed eyes. “A mistake of naivete and inexperience. It is nothing you did or did not do.â€
“I’ll agree to that, but I still owe you a drink. Old you, with stars in her eyes and red in her cheeks. I shouldn’t have been so eager to kill that. Wasn’t fair.â€
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“…Do you believe in sacrifice?â€
“I believe sometimes such is necessary. Part at times must be sacrificed for the better of the whole. ‘Tis neither easy nor as noble as is depicted in tales.â€
“Nay. It is not easy.†A pause. “…Or noble.â€
“Not to the one whom offers up the sacrifice, no. Perhaps to those who remember it.â€
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“Beneath the conflict of swords and wings, the blood of principle spills upon snow and mountains. The sea of mist shrouds a timeless testament, upon which the eternal march shall be impaled.“ His expression was blank, as if he too did not hold any awareness as to the words’ meaning.
Roen gave him a sidelong glance. "Where do those words come from? Is that a prophecy?â€
“It is not. It is a….†Khadai paused, as if struggling to find the right word. “It is a wish, of sorts.â€
“You got broody. Lost the idealistic streak. Kind of… I owe you a drink.â€
Roen looked back to Spahro with narrowed eyes. “A mistake of naivete and inexperience. It is nothing you did or did not do.â€
“I’ll agree to that, but I still owe you a drink. Old you, with stars in her eyes and red in her cheeks. I shouldn’t have been so eager to kill that. Wasn’t fair.â€
“…Do you believe in sacrifice?â€
“I believe sometimes such is necessary. Part at times must be sacrificed for the better of the whole. ‘Tis neither easy nor as noble as is depicted in tales.â€
“Nay. It is not easy.†A pause. “…Or noble.â€
“Not to the one whom offers up the sacrifice, no. Perhaps to those who remember it.â€
“Beneath the conflict of swords and wings, the blood of principle spills upon snow and mountains. The sea of mist shrouds a timeless testament, upon which the eternal march shall be impaled.“ His expression was blank, as if he too did not hold any awareness as to the words’ meaning.
Roen gave him a sidelong glance. "Where do those words come from? Is that a prophecy?â€
“It is not. It is a….†Khadai paused, as if struggling to find the right word. “It is a wish, of sorts.â€
