On Falkemar, Chelesme softly asked her old Vaalkdring confidant, "Are you with me, dear friend?"
"Always," Falkemar assuredly remarked, his tone calm and trustworthy in the face of the war that beheld the fate of Sarquillia.
As Chelesme withdrew one of the three swords from her back, the sharp steel screeched. She held it to her side. Swallowing the choking fear in her throat, she pointed the sword's tip at the enemy, shouting, "Belligerency shall be our hearts, my friends Bring all of your rage.leave all of your compassion for another day " On...
For it was.hate unto birth.of darkness
On Falkemar, Chelesme softly asked her old Vaalkdring confidant, "Are you with me, dear friend?"
On Falkemar, Chelesme softly asked her old Vaalkdring confidant, "Are you with me, dear friend?"
"Always," Falkemar assuredly remarked, his tone calm and trustworthy in the face of the war that beheld the fate of Sarquillia.
As Chelesme withdrew one of the three swords from her back, the sharp steel screeched. She held it to her side. Swallowing the choking fear in her throat, she pointed the sword's tip at the enemy, shouting, "Belligerency shall be our hearts, my friends Bring all of your rage.leave all of your compassion for another day " On...
For it was.hate unto birth.of darkness
On Falkemar, Chelesme softly asked her old Vaalkdring confidant, "Are you with me, dear friend?"
