*The blades of grass in the fields of Yliakum grow long and beautiful in the hundreds of thousands. Where one falls another rises only to fall again, this is in the sense the way of this world. Although every once in hundred years or so where one blade of grass falls a tree is born for the purpose of standing strong against the ways of the world...This is my story*
-I consider RolePlay to be something you create by interaction between characters so basicly the story is just that. Interaction, come interact with me!-
Phalanx Darkmane is my name but you may address me as Phalanx, for years I have lived out in the fields with my relatives but there came a time where I no longer felt satisfied with life...satisfied with the whispering winds sweeping across the fields where I called home. So I came to find myself entering this city called \"Hydlaa\"? The streets are roamed by hundreds of adventurers each looking to make their own mark so I have noticed. *Grips the sword carried upon his back and sighs* I am still somewhat nervous about being here, my father once spoke of these city walls...but my father speaks no more...
Perhaps someone will introduce themselves, for I am still a stranger looking to make a new home and few acquintances...I maybe a Enkidukai but I don\'t bite
