“she wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a swor..
Added 2021-03-03 21:09:56 +0000 UTC“she wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.” -Atticus Rosie, despite the assumptions of a pretty face, was never the damsel in distress type. Many adventurers would come to her aid at a call and beckon, sword in hand, chest puffed out, yelling “I am here to save the elf!” – and yet, the truth behind Rosie’s smirk, is that they were just wrapped around her finger. Truth be told she was twice as capable to fetch her own dragon scales, having been fluent in draconic for many years, and slayed twice as many beholders than the average folk hero. Yet, here she was, pleading look in her eyes, sending another adventurer out to do her dangerous work while she stayed inside and played potion. Rosie never minded this though, she was not after the fame and glory, she let her stories speak for themselves: tales of an unknown elf maiden slaying a basilic - she needed a tooth, and the figure in the night stealing the priceless gems of Morrowood, they simply happened to be her favourite colour. But she enjoyed it, taking pleasure in the grandiose delusions of the adventurer drawing bow and arrow to protect the princess. All the while, preparing a fifth level fireball behind her back.
