Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28546904-20170419024731

A RP series that will involve my OC's and their lives set in the MGE world.

Featuring, Azlanteil and Avanteil. Set years before their joining of the Hunter's Brigade and the Pilgrims.

Brief Summary: With their home destroyed and erased forever from time and existance, Avanteil and Azlanteil, two of few remaining survivors of their once proud nation, now wander through uncharted territories. Can they eventually let the trauma of the home vanishing forever go? Or will it consume them entirely?

Azlanteil, the Eldest - 12 years old.

Avanteil, the Youngest - 10 years old.

RP start

Inside a pub, located in the city of Sirus, you are minding your own buisness. Drinking and eating the food and consumables provided by the pub staff. It's loud and rowdy as both human and mamano converse and spend time together. While eating, you overhear a conversation of interest. Looking over, you see two merchants chatting away with one another. One of them looked glum and worried while the other had a concerned expression for their friend.

"It could just be rumors friend, nothing is always true." The comforting man said to his gloomy friend.

"But everyone is talking about it, how could it not be true?" His gloomy friend retorted.

The gloomy merchant then sighs before placing his head on the table he was at.

"I can't help but feel as it is true, whether I deny it or not." The man continues before rubbing his face. "My little sister lives there, moved there about three months ago and to hear all these rumors about Verox vanishing are getting to me."

They then fall to silence as the other merchant looks unsure in how to proceed in comforting his gloomy friend. In the corner of the pub, you take notice of a young boy whom was looking at the two merchants. Despite being young, ten years of age if you guess, he wasn't an ordinary looking boy. A blotch of ruffled grey hair which stood out amongst the pub, silver colored eyes and a slightly angular face which still had traces of baby fat. He had a ragged cloak draped over his entire frame but you could see the glimmer of metal plating and chainmail hidden under the cloak. Off to the side, leaning against the wall next to the boy was a large wide sword which easily towered over him. The boy had a gloomy looking expression on his face as he stared at the two merchants. A few moments pass and he notices you starring at him. His eyes briefly look at you before going back to look at the two merchants. With a sigh, he reluctantly turns away.The boy then shifts in discomfort before you see him scanning the pub, as if searching for something. Another moment passes before he sighs again before starring blankly at nothing. 