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Latin_953
Legacy Name: Latin_953
The Glacier Rreign
Owner: Senua
Age: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week
Born: August 28th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 8 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)
Adopted: August 28th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 3
- Strength: 9
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 2
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Store Clerk
"The heroes of history have taught us that, with strength of heart and perserverance, a man may sate the appetite of one Lady Justice. The maiden, herself, is neither merciful nor well defined, and yet man has bound himself to her whim. He believes himself her servant and will blindly follow whichever orders he perceives to be most convenient. Most would believe this sentiment, knowing nothing of the throes of reality, and thus having no exposure to truth. This truth is a versatile one. It does not bind us or our heroes; we may even choose to ignore it, if we please. We often lie to ourselves rather than look it in the face. We are, in light of this truth, cowards.
I apologize. You must forgive an old man his digressions.
With our heroes come the greatest of tales: humble beginnings, young tragedy and love, impossible obstacles, kissing death, and, inevitably, the salvation of mankind. Then, the story ends. Nothing more is said of our hero whom we have come to love. He simply fades into the recesses of our minds where he lives out his days as a notion of myth - a tiny, flickering memory of a once beloved knight.
It is Time, my dear children. Time is the enemy of love."
His straining voice takes a moment for pause. The lungs that had once commanded fear and respect - as the voice of a leader ought to - were, indeed, far from what they had once been. "Boys! Come out of there; Your father is ready for you," a delicately harsh voice calls from the cave mouth . The young duo looks to their grandfather, awaiting his permission to exit. He grants them a nod and they sprint away from the dying fire and into the wispy morning.
I apologize. You must forgive an old man his digressions.
With our heroes come the greatest of tales: humble beginnings, young tragedy and love, impossible obstacles, kissing death, and, inevitably, the salvation of mankind. Then, the story ends. Nothing more is said of our hero whom we have come to love. He simply fades into the recesses of our minds where he lives out his days as a notion of myth - a tiny, flickering memory of a once beloved knight.
It is Time, my dear children. Time is the enemy of love."
His straining voice takes a moment for pause. The lungs that had once commanded fear and respect - as the voice of a leader ought to - were, indeed, far from what they had once been. "Boys! Come out of there; Your father is ready for you," a delicately harsh voice calls from the cave mouth . The young duo looks to their grandfather, awaiting his permission to exit. He grants them a nod and they sprint away from the dying fire and into the wispy morning.
Pet Treasure
Pile of Ashes
Stone Sword Mold
Fallen Stars
Consecrated Olive Oil
Solar Barque
Strange Animal Figurine
Mythical Bicorn
Plain Leather
Pan Pipes
Ancient Black Pot
Old Arrow Head
Stone Sheep Goblet
Old Arrow Head
Gold Drinking Horn
Bronze Drinking Horn