Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140902233512/@comment-29458028-20140923023259

(I'll post his character sheet later. He is completely different from my other characters.)

"Racist Bastards" commented Felrion to himself. Of course, the less people, the better. It meant more courtesans for him. He was dressed impeccably in a fur trimmed cloak, wearing fine boots and a criclet, as well as a pair of gilded handguards.

He seemed to carry no other weapon besides the iron dagger on his waist.

"Ok, send me the two hottest ladies you have, in as little clothes as you will put on them. Give me 10 stamina potions. The girls will need them. They are not for me" said Felrion, as he drew a huge, clinking pouch.

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"Damned. I need to break the chase" thought Ariana. She turned and flung icy spikes at her pursuers with a swing of Winter's Grasp.