Latalelic

It was an average day in Belos. There was a soft breeze blowing through the town, the sun casting a slight haze among all the buildings and people. The merchants were having conversations with their customers as they bought weapons, armor and more. At the edge of the small town, a young girl was walking out the portal where she woke up in; going towards her best friend, Melissa. The girl had long, impossibly straight hair the color of peacocks’ feathers, her eyes as pink as a sunset. She was obviously starting out in the world of La Tale, as she still had her leather armor on, old knuckle dusters clutching onto the joints of her slende