Villager: Yahlei
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Villager Info
ID: #274911
Name: Yahlei
Gender: Male
Location: Quetzal Palace
Born 7 years, 10 months ago
Career: Warrior
Owner: bloopidydoopidy
Species: Rabbit
Color: Spotted Lop
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
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About
The Marshals: Kept the city's peace. They can rest easy now. The City ran like clockwork because their eyes never wandered from that cause.
The Service: For all the men and women who served Caeldonia. Caelondia's guilds offered lifelong experience, competing and collaborating in the name of discovery and progress.
The Mercy: The Windbags ain't the only beasts that drew a bad lot. The Calamity was more merciful to some beasts than others. These others deserve mercy of their own.
In the center of the village, a solid building sits heavily, daring any and all to try and take it down. A rusted metal shield, pierced through the center and held to the door via sword, bears witness to the Marshals and Gravers passing through. Inside, the floors are worn from the shuffling of tired feet. Weapons and armors, both new and beaten down, lay haphazardly around the area. Against the adjacent walls, bunk beds are lined up two by two, and on the opposite a line of well-used training dummies. In the center lies a a makeshift sparring ring, heavy scores cut through the floor, the only sign of the great battles fought within,
"I am Marshal Yahlei, I protect our home from threats. You're not a threat, are you?"
"You're supposed to tell us about yourself, not your job!"
"Well, I suppose... That's my sister, Marla. And I guess I like soft things. And I don't like those weird potions Weldurguize gives me. But I, maybe I like the doc... A little...."
"Aww, have you got a crush on me?"
"We're married!"
"Still, how embarrassing~!"
"You're awful, I'm going to go train the new recruits."
"Love you!"
"...Love you too."
The Service: For all the men and women who served Caeldonia. Caelondia's guilds offered lifelong experience, competing and collaborating in the name of discovery and progress.
The Mercy: The Windbags ain't the only beasts that drew a bad lot. The Calamity was more merciful to some beasts than others. These others deserve mercy of their own.
In the center of the village, a solid building sits heavily, daring any and all to try and take it down. A rusted metal shield, pierced through the center and held to the door via sword, bears witness to the Marshals and Gravers passing through. Inside, the floors are worn from the shuffling of tired feet. Weapons and armors, both new and beaten down, lay haphazardly around the area. Against the adjacent walls, bunk beds are lined up two by two, and on the opposite a line of well-used training dummies. In the center lies a a makeshift sparring ring, heavy scores cut through the floor, the only sign of the great battles fought within,
"I am Marshal Yahlei, I protect our home from threats. You're not a threat, are you?"
"You're supposed to tell us about yourself, not your job!"
"Well, I suppose... That's my sister, Marla. And I guess I like soft things. And I don't like those weird potions Weldurguize gives me. But I, maybe I like the doc... A little...."
"Aww, have you got a crush on me?"
"We're married!"
"Still, how embarrassing~!"
"You're awful, I'm going to go train the new recruits."
"Love you!"
"...Love you too."
