(Open role play. Powers allowed. No fandoms). She carefully approached me. I haut turned away. "Are you ok?" She asked. I didn't answer. I couldn't. "Hello?" I turned. "Are you ok?" She asked again. (I need someone to be her.)
(Open rp, needs someone to be him.) I had given up hope. They had found me and locked me up. The chains were to strong, even for me. I heard the door creak open. I didn't care. Let them test me. I would rather be killed than here at this point. "Sit down!" I heard a guard yell. I looked up and saw a boy with wings about my age be shoved to the ground. The guard locked him up and slammed the door shut.
The Hand of Taurna. A divine blade passed from one Arch-Paladin to the next for several hundred years. Never actually used in combat, the true abilities of it's gleaming edge remain unknown amidst hundreds of legends.