Roland Gilliad
The King of Funky
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- Jun 27, 2000
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*It had seemed to be years......so many years scince he stood on this threshold looking out into the city with but revenge on his mind...now he was here for a different Perpose...his survival*
*He was on the trail of an antidote to a slow acting poison that would in time turn him into somthing Unholy and Demonic...he had no idea what that would be, but as he fastened his cloak around his neck, and pulled up the hood, he decided he didnt want to know, he walked down the pathway, past the homeless and improvershed, His long sword at his side, he was totally devoid of his old equpitment, and he was alone...his Red Magicks Kept him going day after day, But he didnt know how long they would keep him going, his eyes glinted in the streetlights, as he tossed his hair back and stretched a little, revealing his old and worn travelling boots, Prehaps he....Rolando De Gilliad, A Famed Adventurer, well known for his exploits across the forgotten Realms....Prehaps he could finally find happyness, he stared to the stars high above him, remembering who he had met on this same spot many years ago....and it caused him a pang of pain and grief to know wherever she was, she was beyond his contact....He wished for a moment that....somehow...she would return........but he knew all too well that would never occur, and he set out into the town once more, Ready to face once again, this bold new world..*
*He was on the trail of an antidote to a slow acting poison that would in time turn him into somthing Unholy and Demonic...he had no idea what that would be, but as he fastened his cloak around his neck, and pulled up the hood, he decided he didnt want to know, he walked down the pathway, past the homeless and improvershed, His long sword at his side, he was totally devoid of his old equpitment, and he was alone...his Red Magicks Kept him going day after day, But he didnt know how long they would keep him going, his eyes glinted in the streetlights, as he tossed his hair back and stretched a little, revealing his old and worn travelling boots, Prehaps he....Rolando De Gilliad, A Famed Adventurer, well known for his exploits across the forgotten Realms....Prehaps he could finally find happyness, he stared to the stars high above him, remembering who he had met on this same spot many years ago....and it caused him a pang of pain and grief to know wherever she was, she was beyond his contact....He wished for a moment that....somehow...she would return........but he knew all too well that would never occur, and he set out into the town once more, Ready to face once again, this bold new world..*