Somewhere in struggling against being forcibly removed from the inn to the armoury after feast, my circlet fell off my head. It's black with silver tooled knotwork, and a brown cord tying it.
OOG: Zelda Turqman
Last edit: 22 Jun 2014 22:24 by Nicoletta (fyperia).
"You know the thing that makes gods fight against each other or marry one another? Or when something changes the minds of men to do wonderful or horrific things and no one really understands why? Whatever it is that makes those things happen... If there is a god that does that, I aspire to be that god."
