Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on July 26, 2012 at 04:37:47 PM by e n c a n t a d o r
 e n c a n t a d o r When his sister answers his question, Encantador is initially, strangely – and for reasons unknown to him – relieved. But when she continues on, a different emotion flits across his features: anxiety. He hesitates a few moments, uncertain how to answer, during which time he shifts his weight awkwardly and ‘hmm’s. Eventually he smiles at his sibling to hide his mixed feelings. “Sure, why not,” the stallion answers. “You should ask after someone called Sylvia when you get there, and give her my regards. She should be easy to spot; she looks a bit like you, actually. And she lives with a stallion called Midas, whom I’ve never met and have no qualms with, but he did apparently cause a bit of trouble for my beta Razvan before he passed away, so I’d be careful.” He pauses, suddenly realizing that he’s babbling, and exhales heavily. “Not that I’d expect you to have any trouble,” he teases Valencia. Perhaps it’s better that she goes in my place. The harbor still haunts my dreams; if I went I’d be a mess, unfit for socializing at all. “And if anything interesting happens there, you could always drop by here again for a visit and let me know how it went.” He lifts his brows hopefully. six-year-old stallion of the desert; son of el barroco and writhe |
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- pulling your puzzles apart - By Valencia July 28, 2012 at 10:48:21 AM
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