Refresher on what Raven looks like ^
Also Dragonmoon is supposed to be in a place like Africa.
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Now the ruler of Willow-Fall, I, Mox, undertake the task of meeting all the guards, a directive given by Sir Evelar.
Who does he believe himself to be, commanding the king! I am the king, disregarding my gender identification; I am not the ruler!
"Very well, I shall escort thee to the guard's changing chambers. Pray, refrain from any lewd behavior, for it would prove detrimental to our reputation," Sir Evelar instructs.
What do these terms mean? What is lewd, and what is this notion of reputation?
I offer a nod in acknowledgment.
Sir Evelar opens the door, revealing a young man adorned with peculiar white ribbon-like accoutrements across his chest.
"Is this the newfound ruler?" the lad queries.
"Indeed, this is Jerome. I've noticed thou art swift to remove thy... adornment as soon as we depart," Sir Evelar remarks.
What curious talk is this?
"But what if I have need of it?" Sir Jerome inquires.
"Why would thou require a faux phallus concealed within thy trousers to be a knight?" Sir Evelar questions.
"Sir Evelar, thy words sound discriminatory. I shall bring this to the ruler's attention," Sir Jerome protests.
"The ruler hath no understanding of such terminology!" Sir Evelar retorts.
However, I am not ignorant of the meaning.
"Firstly, I am aware. Secondly, I am a king, not a mere ruler. Get it right," I assert, standing tall.
"Yeah! Go, King!" Sir Jerome cheers.
"Cease thy dickrider behavior, Jerome," a slimmer guard interjects.
"That's rich, coming from thee," Sir Jerome retorts.
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Whispers of Willow-fall: Mox's Journey
AdventureIn the dim cavern's depths, Mox, a lone youth with no kin, abided in solitude. Aye, Marina, a lady who came and went, granted them wisdom and ancient lore. But as the seventeenth year's eve arrived, Marina's guidance waned. On the eighteenth dawn, s...