Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191106235810/@comment-25828117-20191113232203

Helian took a deep breath and he pulled his gloves on. They were thick and durable, made to withstand the cold and wind as they fly.

He looked around the stable and saw the other racers getting ready as well.

Gwilim would be the first to walk out with his gryphon: Eldarthil. A beautiful white beast.

Helian's concentration was broken when the small gryphon fledgling that got him into this mess came to rub onto his leg.

"Hey there, little feller. I have to go soon. I won't be long, I promise."

Lysilde walked as fast as she could without drawing attention on herself. It was agonizing how she could not run. She just hoped Kashya was right there behind her to sell the subterfuge.

The two of them walked across the main hall towards the east wing stables.

"Hey, what's the rush? Why are you brining the prisoner that way?" A guard asked Kashya as they walked. His question lingering where the guard stood.

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"No I cannot. You do not understand how these things work." Adameldis shot down.

"However... Perhaps a bloody nose would be enough..."

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From the horns installed around the city a voice echoed.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the annual Welkynar's Race!"