A young Sun Elf stands in the Registrar's office of the Lady's College, wearing a rather roguish grin on his face.
"So... about these dormitory rooms that I've been hearing about, fair Serapheena... I simply must obtain the use of one for myself! Come now, I realize you may be busy and have a stack of papers to go through, but believe me... you do not want to ignore me, or else I shall have no choice..."
With that he produces three smooth, round sling bullets from his belt pouch, his cheeky grin becoming even broader.
"I shall be forced to distract you with a display of my spectacular juggling skills while I simultaneously tell horrible jokes and painfully bad puns if you refuse! Believe me," his grin becomes wider still as his eyebrows waggle. "Even the mightiest and most strong-willed eventually crumble under the onslaught of my mediocre skills as an entertainer..."
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Formerly: Aglaril Shaelara, Faerun's unlikeliest Bladesinger
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt
Current main: Ky - something
It’s not the critic who counts...The credit belongs to the man who actually is in the arena, who strives violently, who errs and comes up short again and again...who if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement, but who if he fails, fails while daring greatly.-T. Roosevelt