Welcome to KHV, I suppose! Since I've returned to this wonderful site, I suppose I'll go through a rundown of what I used to say to the new users... Welcome, read the rules, have fun, and all that jazz.
Still not Maki. Of course, Llave my dear. All day ev'rday
Apparently I've been missed in my...Rather long absence.. Even by Llave. I'm coming back for Llave and only Llave. Long live "That one dancing Vegeta guy"
Eros stretched his arms to the ceiling, "I suppose so, Bisharon." he sheathed his blade with a small smile, "Well I've got my sword workout for the day, at least. Eh?" he said, trailing after his instructor.
With a feeling of victory settled over, Eros aimed the tip of his sword to the sky, "Please, Ghetsu. You're just embarrassing yourself. With a look of triumph, the sword came down as swift as Eros could manage, "Learn your place, Ghetsu!" -Attack
"Heh...You've barely scratched me..." Eros said. Noticing Ghetsu's attempt at protecting himself with random sword swaying, Eros dropped to the ground in a sweep kick. -Attack
"At least my grammar is 'much more better'" Eros smirked, he once again attempted a shield bash on Ghetsu, reenacting his first attack in the battle. "You need some more training, Ghetsu!"
After the first slice, Eros saw a possible break in Ghetsu's defense. A second slice at his enemy to possibly quicker end the fight. -Attack
"You sure are confident, Ghetsu..." Eros then dived into the battle, executing a shield bash on the opponent. -Attack
"Oh, Ghetsu..." Eros sighed, placing the point of his sword onto the ground casually, "So you want me as your partner? I hope you're ready for your ego to be taken down a notch." he readied his sword, and unsheathed his shield from his back. "Ready when you are..." he said with an overconfident smirk.
"Oh?" Eros stared at the point of Bisharon's sword, and then to his own book of spells. "Of course! Shaikos is the last village with summoners, right? Why not embrace that of our uniqueness?" he said with a smirk. "But believe me, I won't slack on my sword training." He drew his own sword, a simple one with leather binding the hilt of the sword. He placed the book away safely in a pocket of his garments.
Eros walked with a certain droll to his step. "Haven't we trained enough?" he muttered to himself, stretching his arms out above him. He was surrounded by several others older and younger than he, all headed to the School of Self Defense. He noticed a group of armored men through the crowd of students. "I wonder if they're from Cresimore... Heh...What I would give to go there some day." he flipped through the pages of a small book of spells, stopping at some point near the end. "I hope we actually learn something in Magic and Summoning today...Along with swordsmanship..." he groaned aloud.
Seems fun! Can't wait for it to grow a bit more. Name:Eros Age: 16 Personality: Outgoing. Wants to strive to be the best, can be sometimes ignorant in his decisions. Brief Bio: Born in Shaikos Town, to swordsman father and herb specialist mother, Eros' father has wanted him to become an imperial guard in the city of Cresimore City, training him constantly in the art of the sword. Eros, unfortunately, wants to be a master of the arcane arts - magic, even to his father's disapproval. Type: Balanced Stat Preferred: Choose One: Strength Starting Items: Sword, HP Potion, Wooden Shield, Spell Book Menu Icon:
I agree completely. After this occurred, he burned at my hands. <3 Destruction Spells.
Da FUQ is this pin for? It makes me feel special for having it. ;D
Oh my, he's stepping down from his position... I seriously hope this doesn't change the course of the Legend of Zelda games. Best of luck to Miyamoto with his smaller games - I can't wait to see what this genius thinks up!
Hello there! Welcome to the Forum. Make sure not to muck it up. Hope you enjoy the site. Read 'dat rules, and all that jazz. Hope to see you around!
I would like to suggest a song - Pumped up Kicks, by Foster the People.
Seems like it. Unless I can win with some stick figures with spikey hair, this contest is biased.
D'aaaaw. Nom Buddy, we'll miss you~ I hope you do well in your absence, we'll keep your seat warm for you.
