Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43895517-20191225143014/@comment-44044902-20200102030515

(this is going super slowly, so I'll just be Forkle)

A wrinkly man trudged into the room. He gave off a putrid odor, and his appearence definitely wouldn't land him in the top ten (or thousand, for that matter) most handsome elves. Gemma wrinkled her nose.

"You kids, always so early," he panted, sitting down onto a single wooden chair. "I'll skip introductions. You all have been chosen to fight back against the... Neverseen." Mr. Forkle's voice cracked, broken by the grief of losing his only creation; his only child. He quickly composed himself, though. "You are to be put into teams of two - I don't care who - to train. I don't care how you do it. I'll be back within two hours." And with a swat of his hand, he hauled himself up and left. Just like that. Gemma shrugged, trying to keep an amused smile off her face. Legends say that Mr. Forkle used to be a kind man, a genius. Now, he just seemed like an old shoe.

"Who wants to be my partner?" Gemma asked with a slight giggle.