Post by Star Fall on Jun 5, 2018 0:30:26 GMT
Mortdecai Valus!pR.BaFF/uk 13 Apr 2016 12:47:00 PM No.41316622
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>Where a kingdom has its lawlessness, even just down the river, there must also be law. With the city's rocky peaks boasting the great Temple of the Guardian, the largest Templar training grounds in the country, there was no place safer nor more peaceful. All in all, it was quite possibly the unlikeliest place a rogue mage like Patrick Frye would ever head toward, and that was supposedly why it was the likeliest place he'd attempt to cross the border.
It makes me sick.
>Grumbling as he sat on the temple wall, his face in his palms with his legs swaying to and fro, the young man with bright white hair stared out
across the gorgeous view of the city with personal disgust.
It's so boring, look at them all down there, going about their day and being polite to one another. Where's the action? The battle, the blood? Dad won't
even let us go into the freakin' temple to watch the Templars spar, at least that'd be entertaining. Something about me being a 'secret left undiscovered' or some bullcrap.
I'll bet that little red-haired bitch is laughing while I sit here hungry.
>Monteras; you might not think you'd find such a bastion of Terminian greatness so far from Empyrean, but one's borders are equally important. Sitting on the grand river which cut the line between Termina and Alaestus, this great city stood watch over the southern lands and the eastern ocean like a stalwart defender of the red flag.
>Where a kingdom has its lawlessness, even just down the river, there must also be law. With the city's rocky peaks boasting the great Temple of the Guardian, the largest Templar training grounds in the country, there was no place safer nor more peaceful. All in all, it was quite possibly the unlikeliest place a rogue mage like Patrick Frye would ever head toward, and that was supposedly why it was the likeliest place he'd attempt to cross the border.
It makes me sick.
>Grumbling as he sat on the temple wall, his face in his palms with his legs swaying to and fro, the young man with bright white hair stared out
across the gorgeous view of the city with personal disgust.
It's so boring, look at them all down there, going about their day and being polite to one another. Where's the action? The battle, the blood? Dad won't
even let us go into the freakin' temple to watch the Templars spar, at least that'd be entertaining. Something about me being a 'secret left undiscovered' or some bullcrap.
I'll bet that little red-haired bitch is laughing while I sit here hungry.