Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-5426290-20160407204000

From up the hill a ray of sunlight shone its last radiance, the last they would see that day (noon = end of day?) and it was no coincidence that it fell to the ground where it did. Shining in the light of the heavens a man in steel armor posed like he was modeling for a statue. The sun reflected off of the golden rims that lined his knight's armor and the outward edges on the hilt of his gilded rapier.

For a short moment the man with fair blonde hair glanced down with his red eyes to check if any below where basking in his presence, after all, first impressions counted for a hero of valor. As the light behind him faded the glimmer of his armor eased down, a strangely uplifting aura still lighting the dirt at his feet like a dim candle.

Checking for footing the man stepped down the stone steps of the hill till he reached the lowest step. His eyes narrowed at seeing the 9 feet tall golem, sheathing his sword he thought to himself that surely a large monstrosity would not dare attack the other two humans while he was near.

Stepping up the precariously placed palm planks of the docks he showed his posture. Chin up, hand resting on the hilt of his rapier and a smug self-loving smile on his face. "Greetings fair peasants." Eying the golem. "And others.. I am Argarian Trivalti, night of the Cleansing Sun. Please proceed your squabbles and rambles, I will wait my turn to ask permission to grant this vessel the honor of my involvement."