About A Boy

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This is the story of Valok, a Namekian child, short for his age. He is looked down upon by his peers and underestimated; he often keeps to himself. His village elders often saw the potential in him, and thus took interest in him. Others of his age either didn't notice him, or hated him for the interest the elders took in him.

Learn How To Fly

Hishy wrote:

Post a roleplay learning how to fly.

Volak stood besde his uncle. For several days now, his uncle had been teaching him how to fly, or at least trying. While he could get in the air, for extended periods of times, he still couldn't move quickly, manuever efficiently, or even fly high above the ground. "Show me again." Volak's uncle said.

Volak nodded, "Yes uncle." He then floated several feet into the air. "Good," said the namekian adult. "Now go higher." Though slowly, and more uncertainly than his initial levitation. He climbed several feet more. His uncle effortlessly floated to his level. "Higher," he said. Volak gulped and did so, shaking. He climbed a foot more and then stopped, looking down. Disappointment shown on his face. "I'm sorry Uncle, I can't." Volak said weakly. The uncle didn't avert his gaze, "You have no choice." said Volak's uncle, with a heavy tone in his voice. Ever the disciplined child and not one to complain, both trademarks of Namekian culture and its imposition on Namekian children.

Slowly, Volak climbed higher, however after a foot, his steadyness waivered. He began falling down, the seven foot altitude declined quickly. Just before Volak hit the ground, his uncle grabbed him by the collar and turned him so they faced each other. His uncle, Tarym, had many scars on his face, but was among the most talented Namekian warriors of his village.

"Volak, this is unacceptable," he said, the tribal tatoos on his left arm showed more clearly as the muscle flexed as his straightened arm held his nephew. Volak nodded. "Tradition dictates you must learn to fly if you wish to begin training; you have not yet done so," his uncle continued. Volak had truthfully exected the lecture sooner. He was surprised his uncle wasn't being so difficult about the whole thing. Normally, his uncle was much tougher, but no matter the difficulty of the hardest training session, Volak would survive and grow stronger. "Now," his uncle said with a breath, "I had hoped it wouldn't come to this."

He turned toward a ledge several meters away and slowly carried Volak out, his arm still extended. Volak looked at the ledge and his eyes widened. Most children would've become frantic, but Volak knew that that would be pointless. He was disciplined and entirely obedient; he knew anything less would not be tolerated.

Several feet over the ledge, Volak and his uncle were hundreds of meters from the ground. "You can fly," Tarym said to his nephew, his tone slightly warmer, "and now, you'll prove it to yourself." As that comment set itself in Volak's brain, he felt his uncle's grip loosen. A moment later, he was falling. The rushing air made it difficult to concentrate, and the frustration and panic he felt made it even harder, especially as he was trying hard to conceal it. He remembered the lessons about ki and its exertion and pointlessly tried to put his lessons into practice. He had passed 100 meters, he was already a third of the way down.

Rock formations grew thinner, the end grew closer, and his speed increased, making it even harder for Volak to stop his uncontrolled decent. Precision and control, he thought, desperately trying to steady himself. Though he was now only a hundred meters away from dieing, the calm he had been forced to excise for his entire life made him feel like a falling rock. A small rock, a light rock. One who's descent would be easy to stop. He felt the energy build up and gradually led it poor from his body, within a moment it was streamin and his descent had slowed, but he was still falling. More, more, and more energy began to stream out from his body, pushing back against the forces of gravity. Volak pushed harder and harder and he stopped in midair, though just for a moment. Then he went flying upward. He got it, he understood, he could now do it. He could fly... Manuevering would take a while longer to master, but height and his fear of flight would no longer be a problem. In a minute, what his uncle had done left his mind and he joyously laughed. Tarym looked at his nephew with a knowing smile. Someday, you'll be a great warrior... You just need to get of your own way.

"Volak," he called. Come, we must return to the village. Though Volak wished that upon returning he could brag about his success, his uncle had taught him to be humble and that gloating was a weakness that fools used to fulfill a false sense of success. You knew you were successful and that was all that mattered. His uncle taught him that, and his uncle, since birth, had taught him everything else. He had no reason to think twice about anything his uncle said. With a glowing smile, he followed his uncle back to the village. Volak flew ahead, excited.

His uncle looked back into the cloudy skies, as if anticipating a coming storm. "Are you coming, uncle?" Volak asked, his speech much more upbeat than it had ben though e still spoke with a very deliberate prnounciation and precision that often marked the region of the lands he came from. "Yes, Volak," Tarym said. His true smile was now gone, but for the sake of his nephew he brought forth a fake one and quickly caught up, rejoicing in the moment wiht his nephew.

+Flight.
+5,000pl.

Great roleplay; I loved it.

Unhealable Injuries

Rampoh Reborn wrote:

Quest Name: Unhealable Injuries
Quest Description: A team of warriors have been heavily wounded by an agressive namekian native. YOur job is to heal them and make them feel good again.
Quest Requirements: Must be Namekian.
Quest Rewards:
2,000 PL
3,000 Zenni

Volak was running erands near a lake and encircling forest that was further from his village than he usually went. He thought that if he went further he could find better quality food and materials since, logically, less people would go to get food or materials from there.

He was waist deep in water, but that wasn't saying much, considering he was seven years old and only a little smaller than four feet tall. The water he was in was extremely clear, so he was able to see all the way down to his feet, which looked a lot brighter. He thought it was because of how bright it was, out, which was nice, considering it wasn't too hot and the water kept him cool in the heat that was 'present'. He saw what he was looking for and reached down quickly. When his hand tightened around what he had seen he pulled, but nothing happened. He frowned and pulled harder and harder and finally, the weed gave. However, the upward momentum from the pull made Volak fall backwards into the water. A few seconds later, his head popped from under the water and he laughed happily. With the weed in hand he left the water and put it in the bag where the rest of the materials he had gathered rested.

With the last of what he needed to complete the errands finished, Volak relaxed a little more. He took off his shirt and let it dry off to the side. He lay down on the grass and looked up, smiling brightly. After half an hour of resting he got up and walked over to one of the trees closer to the other side of the lake, leaving his shirt and bag where he was resting. He climbed the tree and grabbed one of the fruits. He then took a seat on one of the branches and bit into the fruit

The juice squirted into his mouth, and he savored its taste before chewing on the peice of the fruit he had bitten off. It was sweet and tasted very light. He used his forearm to wipe the juice off the sides of his mouth as he ate. Then, as he was finishing his second fruit he noticed a monkey exit from the trees on the other side of the lake, where he had just been resting. The monkey looked around and moved closer to Volak's shirt and bag. Volak's eyes widened as the monkey grabbed his shirt and sniffed it. "Hey!" screamed Volak. The monkey looked up, alarmed. Volak grabbed several fruits and got down from the tree, as he ran toward the monkey, the monkey grabbed Volak's shirt and ran into the trees, "Get back here!" shouted Volak as he grabbed his bag and dropped the fruits inside and slung the bag around his shoulder. He ran into the trees, chasing the monkey.

The monkey was on the ground for the first leg of the chase. It jumped over branches and ran through hedges much more easily than Volak did. The monkey then used its tail to grab onto a low branch and then he jumped higher and higher into the trees, when he got pretty high he kept running forward, jumping from branch to branch. Volak kept chasing him. His small stature and light weight allowed him to move swiftly on the branches, as the monkey did. "Stop running!" he screamed at the monkey, who breifly looked back and then dropped back down.

Volak followed, but stepped on a branch that was too thin, it snapped and he fell down onto the ground. He frowned; he didn't know what he would tell his uncle. He'd never belief that a monkey had ran away with his shirt. Then, the monkey looked back from around a tree and chattered. Volak slowly got up and looked at the monkey, confused. It was as if the monkey wanted Volak to follow him.

The monkey chattered again and went around the tree, Volak followed. The monkey sped up and Volak did to, in turn. Finally, after several minutes, he walked into a small clearing. The monkey was in the middle and then when it saw Volak it walked off to the side, near an odd grouping of trees. He walked to the grouping and when he made it around it, he saw three bleeding namekian warriors. "Ah-ahhh-ah." he stuttered, unsure what to say exactly. The monkey climbed onto a branch above one of the namekians, who was missing a leg and badly damanged, from what Volak could tell, in his arm. One of the other soldiers was unconcious, though he had no limbs missing, and the last one was missing an arm and seemed to be bleading consistently from his chest. The monkey chatted some more, more quietly now, concious regarding the state of his... owner? and friends? thought Volak.

He looked at their tattoos and recognized they were from the warrior village to the south in the plains. He had an afinity for visual recognition of such things, he enjoyed it. He approached the one over which the monkey lay, the one missing a leg, sitting to the left of the others. "Sir?" he asked, cautiously. The namekian opened his light blue eyes. "Who are you?" Volak stepped back, "I just followed your monkey, he stole my shirt," he said, pointing at the monkey who in turn dropped the shirt on the namekian's chest.

The warrior looked at Volak and assesed him. After realizing that the young child probably meant him no harm he loosened up a little. "I am Keronu, what is your name?" he asked. "My name is Volak, sir." he responded. Keronu seemed to ponder that from the minute, "What tribe are-" said Keronu, he then groaned and looked at his friends, and when he saw the one that was still bleeding he decided to just get straight to it.. "Okay, look, I need you to do exactly what I say." Volak nodded quickly, looking at the unconcious Namekian. "Take the shirt, rip a part of it, and press it over his wound," Keronu said, pointing to the Namekian who was bleeding from his chest. Ever the disciplined child, Volak did exactly as instructed. He kept it pressed on the wound and the bleeding slowly stopped. "Now, rip what's left of the clean part in half. Use one half to cover that wound and the other half to clean myself and Ubali up," Keronu instructed, nodding at the unconcious Namekian.

Volak did as he was told. When he was finished, Keronu thanked him and lay his head back. Volak stood a couple feet in front of him, awkwardly. He looked into his bag and grabbed the water and fruit he had. He was lucky he had grabbed exactly three.

"Sir-Keronu," Volak said, correcting himself quickly. Keronu opened his eyes and Volak offered him the satchel of water. Keronu smiled weakly and drank a little. "Give some to Kayleb and then give the rest to Ubali." Keronu said. Volak gave Keronu one of the fruits and then went to Kayleb; he wondered why Kayleb hadn't said anything. He thought it was probably because he was in pain. As he turned away, Kayleb said "Thanks kid," as he gently bit into a peice of the fruit. Volak found the words more comforting than gratifying. Slowly, Volak moved to Ubali, the unconcious Namekian. He used a bit of the water and spread it over Ubali's face, then he poored what was left down Ubali's throat, slowly. After a few seconds Ubali coughed and opened his eyes wide, quickly. He was about to say something but Keronu interrupted "It's alright, he's just helping."

Ubali nodded and looked first at Keronu, then his monkey, then at Kayleb, and finally at Volak. "Thank you, boy." he said, he had a very deliberate manner of speaking that complimented his profound voice and precise articulation. Volak extended a fruit towards him and he nodded it, taking it and slowly biting a chunk out of it.

An hour later, after Volak had taken care of them, with some help frm the no-longer-unconcious Ubali. "So, what happened?" Volak asked Keronu, who seemed to be feeling a little better now. Keronu nodded at Ubali, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Ubali responded, slightly disappointed by the truth of the remark. Volak knew that in warrior tribes it was often disappointing to the warriors if they were not hurt much while whoever had been fighting with them were hurt much more severely, as was the case now. Ubali got up and moved into the clearing, flying away, toward their village. Keronu sighed and looked at Volak, "Simply put, we were attacked by a traitor to our village." Volak didn't know what to say, "Oh" he mouthed softly, looking down. "Why won't your leg regenerate?" he asked after, looking up. Keronu frowned and looked at Kayleb. Taking the cue, Kayleb straightened, he was visibly feeling better, "When he attacked us, Iritogo used a weapon he had entreated to spread a poison that would eat away at our cells at the same rate as they regenerated."

Volak looked down again, then turned to Keronu; he had been looking at Kayleb while he explained. "So when your arm tries to regenerate, the poison stops it?" Kayleb nodded, though Volak didn't see it, and Keronu said "Pretty much." Kayleb thought for a couple moments then said, "Our tribe elder should be able to reverse the effect, though. If you hadn't followed Gafu, the monkey," he said as he nodded to it, still sitting on a branch above it's master, "we'd be dead."

On that somber note their conversation died down. Keronu talked to Valok about his monkey a little and explained he was just trying to get them help. Over the next couple hours, Keronu seemed to get a little better, and though Kayleb's chest started bleeding again, albeit less than before, and he started coughing blood, he was able to sit straighter. The returning strength was a good sign. Before the third sun rose, Ubali returned with three warriors from the same tribe. They came and got their friends and brought them back to their village. Valok didn't go with them, it was late and he had completely forgotten about getting back to his village.

Before they left, Keronu and Valok exchanged a few words, "What tribe are you from?" Keronu asked... Valok had not yet received his tattoos. "I'm from the Grasslands Tribe, to the west of the gorge." Valok answered. Keronu nodded, "Thank you again, Valok. We will not forget what you have done for us."

Then, Keronu left to his village, helped by one of the warriors Ubali had brought back, and Valok returned to his own village, grabbing a half-dozen more fruits from the tree he had rested on earlier on the way home.

He apologized to his uncle for being so late and gave the materials he had gathered to those who had asked for them. The incident passed like it never happened, but a week later, Keronu appeared at his village, with both arms. He talked to Keronu for a while, garnering odd glances from the other Namekians in the village. Finally, he asked to see Valok's father and Valok frowned briefly, though he quickly recomposed himself. He pointed out his uncle from afar and Keronu went to exchange words with him. Several minutes later Keronu left and when his uncle came back for the last meal of the day he just said, "I'm proud of you."

That was enough for Valok, he munched on the last of the fruit he had saved from that day that seemed to have happened so long ago.

+2,000pl.
+3,000z.
Bonus:
+5,000pl.

Old and Dying

Rampoh Reborn wrote:

Quest Name: Old and Dying
Quest Description: The current guru of Namek is in a dying state. You have to save him, the fate of Namek is in your hands!
Quest Requirements: None
Quest Rewards:
3,000 PL

His uncle was out hunting with the rest of the hunters. The rest of the males were testing the children whose right of passage would be tested next month. Once a year, the ceremony would be held, and though Volak didn't know much about it yet he knew a lot about it than most other parts of Namekian culture since it was such an important part of life. Since the age of three he was prepared, first through learning the traditions and then eventually by learning skills he may need to pass the trials. He also did tasks that would eventually enable him to take up a position with a tribe.

The majority of the other children were running errands or out sparring, training or gathering things with the maternal Namekians. Besides the elders, he was one of the few people left in the village, aside from a few younger children and their maternal namekians. He hadn't known he would be staying on an odd day to stay, he just wanted to rest after a relatively tough week of training. He walked around the village, bored out of his mind after he had rested. He helped out a few 'mothers' carry materials and similar things. He also helped care for the sick. He hadn't realized that after being so consistently active in training and other related activities for consequent months. Actually some of the activities weren't so related. He had done many things for fun, and though the amount wasn't comparable to the amount of time he spent training, it was still decently significant.

He walked up a nearby mound, looking out on the grasslands, towards the trees. After several minutes of standing there, he heard his name being called. He turned around and saw one of the elders motioning for him to come into the elders building. His heart beat faster, he wondered what they could possibly want.

He entered the building slowly, carefully. The elder who had motioned to him tried to smile reassuringly, but it faltered. Another two elders stepped in behind him, and the last two stood in front of him. "Sit, please," said the elder who had motioned for him. Volak did so and once he had the other elders sat around him. "Volak," said Wabani, the oldest of the village elders, "...welcome." Volak nodded, refraining from speaking. Though the elders sensed that Volak feeled uncomfortable, they didn't say anything about it.

"Listen my son. The guru needs your help." the Wabani said, letting those words sink in. Volak's eyes widened, the guru is the oldest and wisest remaining Namekian in existence. If he needed his help... he wasn't sure how he could do anything for someone as strong as him. He said nothing though and just listened. "Lately, it seems the guru has fallen extremely sick and his guardian requested that all the tribes attempt to create some sort of medicinal cure.

Sick? Volak thought, Sick with what? What sort of disease could truly impede the abilities of the guru? he continued silently. "Now... We believe we were succesful in the creation of a cure. We've tested some of it and it seems to work, but we won't know until we administer it to the guru." the elder said. Questions raged in Volak's mind, not the least of which regarded why he was listening to all of this. "The reason you're here," the elder continued, "Is because we just finished the tests and there are no able couriers, or even other men, present. I'm sure you've noticed." Valok nodded humbly, he had noticed, and the word courier and information he had been given thus far gave him an idea what was needed of him. "Go to the guru," Wabani said "When there, tell the Guardian you have medicine for the guru." Valok nodded.

"Once you're there, we will teach you how to administer the medicine." Wabani finished. At that, Valok paled slightly. He nodded "Yes, sir." he said quietly. One of the other elders handed him a shoulder pouch that was latched close. Wabani smiled gently, and Valok turned and exited the building, once he had done so, he promptly flew toward the guru's residence.

Though Valok wasn't very clever with manuevering in mid-air, he managed to go pretty fast. A fast courier could make the flight in an hour and a half, and it only took him two and a half hours. He arrived and a very tall, well-built Namekian guarded the entrance of the building.

"I was sent with medicine from the Grassland Tibes East of the gorge," Valok said. The guard closed his eyes and placed his index and middle finge on the side of his forehead. After a moment he spoke, "Enter." Valok slowly entered the large dome shaped building. He saw the Guru sitting on the chair, both of which he had heard about but never seen; they wer emuch larger than he expected. He felt the immense energy in the room and felt it heighten his own energy. Then he stumbled. He heard a voice he recognized as Wabani, but it was in his head. "Do not fear," said Wanabi "this is telepathy." After a moment of briefing on it, Wabini instructed him on how to treat the Guru. The large Guru looked at the small Valok and smiled feebly. He then closed his eyes and Valok let out a breath of air. He followed the directions to the letter, and when he was finished he exited the building and sat off to the side, out of the way, as he had been instructed.

Volak waited through the rise and fall of the second sun, and when the third sun was the only one visible in the sky he looked at the guardian, who nodded. He entered and heard Wanabi's voice once more. Following the elder's guiding instructions, he checked the effect of the medicine. The guru seemed to have bettered. Feeling Valok's want to stay and finish it all himself, the elder told him to wait once more outside. Once the second sun came up again, he re-entered and administered more medicine. Though he was still precise, he was getting hungry.

As he exited, he saw a platter of fruits next to where he was sitting. He looked around and then looked the guardian. The guardian didn't budge. Thinking it through carefully, Valok took one fruit and sat closer to the entrance of the building, since he wanted to be further from the platter. Though Valok didn't see it, the guardian looked down knowingly and grinned. As he turned to look forward though, he caught a brief flash of the guru and the grin faded. By the next sun, the Guru had visibly improved. His skin was a better color and the steps to check on the effect of the medicine on the Guru procured positive results. He administered the medicine once more and on his way out. He made his way out of the building, bowing to the Guru before he exited, and began to tell the guardian. The guardian told him he knew, though, and Valok nodded "Okay," though he didn't entirely understood. He gave the guardian the rest of the medicine and looked at the fruit platter once more. He turned to look at the guardian who nodded and then grabbed another fruit. He then flew back to his village. It was cool to not have to report anything to the person who had given hm the mission, concerning that Wabani already knew the medicine had been effective and Valok had been succesful.


I'd like to imply the adaption of Earth child-bearing culture into that of the Namekians, or at least this tribe. Hence the specification as to "uncle" vs. aunt. I did try to remain somewhat true with the odd wording of the maternal role.

Wow... You're an excellent roleplayer Volak.

+3,000pl.
Bonus:
+1,000z.
+5,000pl.

Learning A Technique: Masenko (Demon Blast)

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The attack is performed by the user placing both hands above the head with the palms facing the target and one hand in front of the other with the fingers going in opposite directions. When the user thrusts their hands forward, they call the name and fire a beam of yellow, white or orange energy.

Tarym sat on the ledge of a mountain, looking out beyond the three suns, only of two which could currently be seen. For some reason, Tarym felt something was wrong. It wasn't as if something bad was looming, it was as if something bad was going to arrive. He stared, and stared, continuously contemplating. What could possi-"Uncle!" said Volak, interrupting. Volak was standing off to the side, practicing a new attack Tarym had been teaching him over the past few days.

Tarym got up and turned around. "Yes, Volak?" he asked, not saying anything about the interruption. He knew Volak was often more excited than usual when he was learning new techniques, and such an eager attitude to learn was good, if inconvenient, at times.

"I think I got it," Volak said proudly. Tarym raised his eyebrows. On the fourth day? Tarym asked himself. Volak looked ahead at a small mound of rocks he had assembled. He lace both hands above his head, his palms face the rocks and his left hand was in front of the other; his fingers pointed in opposite directions. He then quickly brought his arms down and then thrust them forward. "Masenko!" he screamed loosely. A weak, yellow and white beam released itself from his hand, it advanced toward the pile of rocks, but faded before it reached them. Volak's arms sagged, and then his face. "When you thrust your arms forward, the movement needs to be fluid; equal distance from the bottom of your palm in relation to the end of each hand is also helpful." Tarym turned and grabbed a couple of the belongings he had littered on the ground, a shirt and food mainly. "And when you say Masenko, imagine you're calling it to run ahead of you. If you're not allowed, it will not come" Tarym had finished gathering his things and grabbed a few pebbles from the ground. "Oh and the last thing, don't allot a place for energy to exit and call it slowly to fill up the spot, instead, summon all the energy and restrict it to a small slot," he finished. He threw the first of the four pebbles into the sky where he had been looking away before. The feeling of impending problems hadn't gone away.

He looked back at Volak, Four days would have been quite impressive, thought Volak's uncle cynically. "Alright, Volak, clean up here and then meet me back at the village." Volak nodded, silently. Tarym pondered for a minute then jumped down from the ledge he had been sitting on to a lower flat mountain-top below him. Then, with a smile a projected image of Tarym jumped up from the platform and flew away. "Bye," said Tarym before the projection zoomed off, and eventually dissipated. "Goodbye," replied Volak, only looking at his leaving uncle half heartedly. He slowly took down the rocks he had stacked and tried to use as a practice target, unaware that his uncle was spying on him.

He set the rocks in a circle and sat on one for a minute. Hs eyes roamed pointlessly into the air and then rubbed some dirt off the rock he sat on. Then, he slowly practiced the form. More fluid, more precise, more energy and more volume he told himself silently. He tackled each task on its own. After a few minutes he had the fluidity down, then only a couple minutes and he nailed the precision. Some more time spent and Volak had them both flawlessly. He hadn't truly attempted it again, though he was afraid of failure.

His uncle watched with interest, he had the form down... It was good enough before, but now it was much better. All he needed was the energy, that was really it. He could do it today, Tarym thought. He silently rooted for Volak to try. Volak, though, had gathered his things, and was moving towards the ledge. He looked back at a much larger pillar, one made naturally, and slowed. He didn't stop however, he took a few steps more, and then stopped. He set his things down and turned around he approached the pillar. He let the energy build up around him, slowly he felt stronger. He started feeling his body get charged and slowly focused it into his hands which he placed above his head as necessary. The energy accumulated, slowly and tediously. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow; the pressure he had put on himself was intense. Tarym watched with interest. Then, very fluid and very precise, Volak thrust his arms and yelled "Masenko!" the energy came forward, a large, large blast. It progressed towards the pillar tediously, each moment seemingly lasting a minute. Then, a minute second before it hit, the beam faded away. On it's way toward the pillar, it had thinned out a lot, and not to mention too quickly.

He looked down and kicked up some dirt. Tarym looked away and quietly began making his way back towards the village, once in the air he'd have to move fast if he wanted to get far enough ahead of Volak to not merit question, though he doubted Volak would say anything, especially not now. Volak was extremely angry with himself, he thought he had it he felt he had it, the energy was there and it didn't go! Why didn't it work!? Tarym stepped off the lower ledge and began flying away when he heard "Masenko!" much louder than the time before, from behind him, quickly followed by a large explosion and then falling debris. The entire pillar crumbled. Tarym was speechless and Volak was overjoyed, he ran quickly, dodging the falling debris, got his stuff and shot off back towards the village. Taryn's eyes were wide, It took him four days to learn the technique, and in that time he managed a beam of that caliber. He thought matter-of-factly, though it still sounded preposterous to him.

Tarym cursed, realizing he had been overtaken by Volak, it would be weird if Volak arrived their before he did. Tarym shot off, moving much quicker than Volak, though he had to take a round-a-bout path in order to get ahead of Volak without being spotted. When Volak got back to the village, Tarym was there and Volak excitedly told him everything. Tarym still didn't believe it.

I must say, yes, i agree with Hishy. You're a great RPer. Only thing you need to work on is your spelling.

PL: 1,500
Zenni: 800

Bonus:
Masenko (Demon Blast)

Sorry, I kind of wrote it in a rush. It's 5:42 AM over here. Anyways, thank you for grading it so quickly. You can expect another one tomorrow.