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Dioraem Nierphtan ----------------- Ahh, the little fellow with the greatest of hearts. Once a playful hopping chicken-fanatic, he grew and flourished into a slightly-bigger chicken- fanatic, and on the way learned to be a rather formidable fighter too, at least once he got on his horse... Yay for ropes. At any rate he was a fine friend and well-liked by many. Unfortunate for us all that he had to go the time he did, being new Executor and all. Thanks to a bunch of evil people, we'll never know whether the Castle would've turned into one great big chicken coop. Drat. Kento Tokichiro --------------- From the moment I first laid eyes on him I knew he was a wacko. (By way of explanation, Torkalen told me Kento had been hit in the face with a shovel many times in his boyhood. Hmm.) He was ALWAYS looking for fights! And he never backed down, even when it was almost obvious he'd be losing...Crazy, but endearing. He was the ninja-master for several aspiring young dagger-twirlers, and had very liberal views on the world. A great man, even if he did chase me all over the place crooning in a very alarming manner... Kento met his end at the hands of his own friend, Rilea, who had to make that split-second decision between saving Seringale from invading "Harr-harr"ers or slapping on an eyepatch herself. So here's a lesson for you, children: Pirates get squishy. Kailya ------ One of our very own, and Torkalen's playmate! (We'll leave the meaning of the word up to your twisted interpretations. Hah) She spent much of her time sitting in North Square and in her guild and feeding Torky sugar. She was also a horrendous cook. One whiff of those darn mushrooms she'd always be churning out, and even the most stalwart, staunch and smelly dwarf would turn green and stagger away. They smelled like feet. Actually, the earliest memory I have of her is her piddling in one of those fountains that're always lying around...and tush-shroom armor... And whatever happened to that midget horror "baby belf" that just popped out of nowhere? Anyway. The fountains've been cleaned, the mushrooms uprooted themselves and wandered off to haunt some poor halfling villagers, the belf has been as of yet nowhere to be seen...and that splat mark she made on her demise has been washed away carefully by a slave goat. Kailya left behind a legacy of bright young righteous lighties and green walls on the Conservatory. She'll be missed! Scribed by Vanisse, Chronicler of Heralds. |
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