Kade Synouske
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- Joined
- Aug 13, 2009
Devlin was one of the king's highest men, the best of the best, and the strongest guard in his royal force. Recently there had been a report of various moster women all over the kingdom, hiding and waiting to steal men away. Devlin was assigned to find all of them and kill them, what he didn't realize was how truly sexual and seductive they would be. Their title was rather misleading in some senses as they were very attractive women, just in strange forms. He walked through the hallway early in the morning and greeted his king, "My liege, I have but one request, give me a group of strong men to help me fight these evil whores." He said as he stared into the kings eyes. The king just shook his head and looked at Devlin, "I do not have time to waste more lives Devlin, you are the best soldier I have; therefore I need you to take care of the problem alone. Please, begin your journey and protect your kingdom." Devlin was disappointed by the king's verdict, but he accepted it and walked out to the stables.
He picked out his favorite horse and got up quickly, keeping his things on the back before he took off through the lands. He rode for a good few hours trying to find one of these creatures, and he couldn't. He didn't know exactly how to lure one it, but he hoped that he would be able to. He knew that they attacked and preyed on younger men who were very good looking and brave, and he was just that type. Devlin was only about 25, and he was all muscle, a soldier through and through. His light brown hair just moved around as the wind picked up and he stared into the sky, "Lord, help me find these evil women and help me banish them into the exile of hell." he said in a prayer before standing back up and walking around with his sword drawn.
He picked out his favorite horse and got up quickly, keeping his things on the back before he took off through the lands. He rode for a good few hours trying to find one of these creatures, and he couldn't. He didn't know exactly how to lure one it, but he hoped that he would be able to. He knew that they attacked and preyed on younger men who were very good looking and brave, and he was just that type. Devlin was only about 25, and he was all muscle, a soldier through and through. His light brown hair just moved around as the wind picked up and he stared into the sky, "Lord, help me find these evil women and help me banish them into the exile of hell." he said in a prayer before standing back up and walking around with his sword drawn.