02-06-2020, 11:20 AM
Orkan shakes himself out of his reverie. He was lost in memories, recalling past lovers and other conquests. Truly that would be a sweet alternative to these muddy, monster-infested plains.
[Imperial]-“As thee speaks, so dost the truth flow from thy lips. I need not thy censers, for the winds of my passage would disperse the vapors unto an ethereal cloud, lacking in strength.”
[Imperial]-“As thee speaks, so dost the truth flow from thy lips. I need not thy censers, for the winds of my passage would disperse the vapors unto an ethereal cloud, lacking in strength.”