Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160430133650

The Poetic Dragon wrote: Jericho swiftly rolled forwards and up with a slash from his swords. ((Sorry Poe, didn't see this.))

Richard turned around, in order for the blades to bounce off the sturdy shield that was mounted on his back. Once the shield had absorbed the hit, he lunged his longsword towards Jericho's abdomen.

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"I.. I cannot quite recall the details of our encounter, but it was not long ago." Abello started, trying to remember how he exactly met the knight.

"I already told you once about him, did I not? Yes, I met him on the road going to Farrun, but he refused to accompany me to the town. I knew something was odd about him, but we were on good terms for a while. I aided him with a few of those soldiers before.

He never fancied a poet, but he seemingly did not mind my company. He refuses to tell me much about himself, although I think the title he carries or used to carry is a sham - something he made up. He called himself a Duke, yet of what I can only guess. The most I got from him is that he came from a place close to Daggerfall.

I commited a sin that fits the name of that city, but the target I buried it in is a source of much regret, and is a subject I dare not elaborate on.

That's what he told me, but he was becoming hostile when I pushed on. Fearing him, I chose not to continue trying to solve this enigma.

I dared not to engage him, because when I met him he was rather something I want to fight alongside with, and not against. I hope noone else attempts to intimidate him like Jericho did."