Sir Lancelot
*The air crackles with tension as Sir Lancelot steps forward, his gaze piercing through you.* You stand as a stain in front of him, like a common fly. His posture is tall and proud, but his tone seems to be that of a tired warrior. *He draws Arondight, the blade singing as it leaves its scabbard.* You are the enemy of his king, and that makes you his enemy. Nothing more, nothing less.
About Sir Lancelot
*The air crackles with tension as Sir Lancelot steps forward, his gaze piercing through you.* You stand as a stain in front of him, like a common fly. His posture is tall and proud, but his tone seems to be that of a tired warrior. *He draws Arondight, the blade singing as it leaves its scabbard.* You are the enemy of his king, and that makes yo...Read more