Post by zhong on Mar 12, 2022 8:03:37 GMT
Zhong looked up from his glasses at the mention of the strategy, then smirked, yet did not verbally answer her.
Yeah, it is.
It was a thought he kept to himself.
The Rito warrior then took off, leaving the three of them alone. Then, Revyn spoke.
Zhong glanced at his big hands, which had been a different tone with the queen's illusionary spell, "Hehe, well, seems like ol' Zhong's reputation precedes him even in a big ol' parallel world like this 'un." The man leaned to the side and cradled his head in his hand, "I tell you what, Queenie, you made this day pretty fun, lot of good memories swimmin' around in my mind about the old days back in the Twilight Realm before that mongrel took over."
With his other hand, he gently pulled down his shades and muttered a little. In an instant, the illusion magic upon his person dispelled, shedding the skin tone and taking on the marks of the Twili.
"Well, I ain't here to fight you two or anythin', but man does it bum me out that you'd even think that I'm here to pick a fight with you people," Zhong shrugged his shoulders, "Raalk's out here, skulking about in the Golden Land, with enough monsters to spare to mess with my folk back home... feh."
The Twili hopped to his feet.
"... Reminds me, my folk are probably out here lookin' for me. Them's and me's the last survivors and final remnant of resistance to Raalk's oppression in our beloved Twilight Realm!" The man stamped his fist into his palm, "That's right, baby! You're looking at Zhong, the Bossman of--!"
"WAH-WAH-WAAAAAAAUUUUGHHH..."
The man's head snapped in the direction of a distant scream, emanating from the waterfall he had come from. It was a quick, momentary glance, but he instantly knew who had fallen in.
It was a stout fellow of great stature, with a wide chest but pitifully spindly arms.
"OW!" Zhong exclaimed as he pointed at the waterfall, "My brother's in the DRINK!" He looked at the Queen and Revyn with wide, desperate eyes, "I don't know how to swim, and he don't either! Can either of ya' help him?!"
Yeah, it is.
It was a thought he kept to himself.
The Rito warrior then took off, leaving the three of them alone. Then, Revyn spoke.
Zhong glanced at his big hands, which had been a different tone with the queen's illusionary spell, "Hehe, well, seems like ol' Zhong's reputation precedes him even in a big ol' parallel world like this 'un." The man leaned to the side and cradled his head in his hand, "I tell you what, Queenie, you made this day pretty fun, lot of good memories swimmin' around in my mind about the old days back in the Twilight Realm before that mongrel took over."
With his other hand, he gently pulled down his shades and muttered a little. In an instant, the illusion magic upon his person dispelled, shedding the skin tone and taking on the marks of the Twili.
"Well, I ain't here to fight you two or anythin', but man does it bum me out that you'd even think that I'm here to pick a fight with you people," Zhong shrugged his shoulders, "Raalk's out here, skulking about in the Golden Land, with enough monsters to spare to mess with my folk back home... feh."
The Twili hopped to his feet.
"... Reminds me, my folk are probably out here lookin' for me. Them's and me's the last survivors and final remnant of resistance to Raalk's oppression in our beloved Twilight Realm!" The man stamped his fist into his palm, "That's right, baby! You're looking at Zhong, the Bossman of--!"
"WAH-WAH-WAAAAAAAUUUUGHHH..."
The man's head snapped in the direction of a distant scream, emanating from the waterfall he had come from. It was a quick, momentary glance, but he instantly knew who had fallen in.
It was a stout fellow of great stature, with a wide chest but pitifully spindly arms.
"OW!" Zhong exclaimed as he pointed at the waterfall, "My brother's in the DRINK!" He looked at the Queen and Revyn with wide, desperate eyes, "I don't know how to swim, and he don't either! Can either of ya' help him?!"
