06-19-2018, 01:09 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Atbash is a saint, truly. Of all the lame, nerd ass shit Melantha could have been given for her weekly task, Atbash granted her something that is actually useful and not totally lame. Nice. The only downside is that it still requires Melantha to talk to people which is obviously her favored pastime... Gritting her teeth, the young huntress silently prowls through the village until she finds a space adequate for performing her duties: a park. Well, more like a green belt where evergreen trees have been planted and several weathered picnic benches line the perimeter. But the open area is flat and clear of any debris so it should work out just fine for what she needs it for. Satisfied, the lithe huntress returns to the main area of the village, trying not to grimace at the idea of having to live in a former human den. She hates humans. But that's not the point of this whole shebang. "I am holding a battle training! If you're interested, follow me to the park and we will begin!" as much as she hates talking to people, her voice is strong and it carries far. Hopefully people show up, or else it will be awkward as hell.