Sky 0 Share Posted August 5, 2015 Within the town of Laurehlin stood a young wood elf, he held a piece of paper which held his writing and was clearly copied from pieces that he has seen floating around. Dear King of Vallah. I, Toren Camoryn, prince of the mali'ame and lord of the children write this to you. My loyalty to the crown of vallah is as strong as the oak that is over there, my kindness as cooling as the shade the oak gives me and my friends. I hold my bow up for you, my animals and family. We are loyal. Love, Tori. Toren then waddles to his father and hands it to him, with a gleam of hope in his eyes. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
WuHanXianShi14 0 Share Posted August 5, 2015 "No fighting in wars past your bed-time." Artimec says, regarding his son with a stern gaze before ushering him home with with a tsk. 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Elad™ 560 Share Posted December 6, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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