Post by Warlord on Mar 15, 2018 10:13:31 GMT -5
"The meeting is in 30 days, and the Yokai is said to be present during that time. We could get you close, but we just don't know how!"
"This is a day they let even their guards rest because of how skilled the warlords are. The demon touched are favored and display excellent blade art."
"Just a sushi-prep for his Lordship's kitchen, please leave me be."
"They feast among each other before his Lordship, the festivities are lewd and sensual, with women pillaged wrongly while they flaunt their deep pockets or wicked ways."
"We don't want no trouble here, be gone!"
The exasperated details go on and on from the natives..
The accompanying young Shou Bardess takes in all the notes and details. Recording everything possible, writing down every spectrum of counter perspective, in order to present the findings neatly to her other companion. As this new day begins she hears what she feels is the best possible point of entry, and heads immediately back to the run-down inn the pair reside within.
Seated at the bar and wearing a white gown with black accents, the blonde foreigner has only a hard time concealing their eyes and long blonde hair. Shamoke's white scarf found their way back into their possession as it kept wrapped around her mouth and nose. Reviewing the ideas and plans, she plots next.
"This is a day they let even their guards rest because of how skilled the warlords are. The demon touched are favored and display excellent blade art."
"Just a sushi-prep for his Lordship's kitchen, please leave me be."
"They feast among each other before his Lordship, the festivities are lewd and sensual, with women pillaged wrongly while they flaunt their deep pockets or wicked ways."
"We don't want no trouble here, be gone!"
The exasperated details go on and on from the natives..
The accompanying young Shou Bardess takes in all the notes and details. Recording everything possible, writing down every spectrum of counter perspective, in order to present the findings neatly to her other companion. As this new day begins she hears what she feels is the best possible point of entry, and heads immediately back to the run-down inn the pair reside within.
Seated at the bar and wearing a white gown with black accents, the blonde foreigner has only a hard time concealing their eyes and long blonde hair. Shamoke's white scarf found their way back into their possession as it kept wrapped around her mouth and nose. Reviewing the ideas and plans, she plots next.