Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-3293219-20131205222039

(Urgh... tell me about it, at this point in any RP, I often find myself thinking 'shit man, get some more synonyms!' But then quickly realise that there are few that I haven't used at this point.)

Lalor Wel morphed into the form of Dunlammus, he thought that it would be appropriate, given the circumstances. He stood facing the shroud without any sign of falter, "Humph... how do you know that it isn't you, who simply underestimates me?"

"I have lived a long time Lalor Wel, long enough to know everything about a warrior the second that I clap eyes on him and you are nothing new..." Her voice was firm, yet menacing all the same, the perfect counter to Lalor Wel's gravely voice.

"Lalor Wel? Why do you keep calling me that?!" He snapped, stepping forward and crushing the paving stones beneath his feet.

"Oh Lalor Wel... you are hardly unique, the Ayleids already have a name for your kind I fear...

Lalor Wel: 'The dark child.' A form of life that festers itself in the blood and infects the dreams and memories of its host, making you the least significant being here..."

"Child? Do I look like a child to you?!" Lalor Wel built up his rage, this woman was obviously lying.

"You are both powerful and angry, you use your power irresponsibly, something that is often done by mortals and children alike. To call you a child would be innacurate, you aren't even a child, you are just an infection in the blood stream, about as deadly to your host as the common cold."

"You lie!" He snapped, charging in towards the witch at full speed.