Deathless Rebirth (RP)

The Fool arrives, their path marked by fallen petals of unknown source. Every direction they face, they’re met with sad grays and dull colors. The people don’t exactly look happy either.

This is all for them, for the joy of the world. They aren’t the strongest fighter, not by a long shot. But they are a bastion of whimsy. If they manage to at least get far enough, maybe it’ll prove something. Who knows? Maybe another creature of whimsy might spawn somewhere.

Even though their participation is a cruel joke, they still have a mission: make smiles.

And so they walk off, wandering to find wherever it is they need to go.

* Alan looks at his surroundings before looking at the horse guy. He looks a little bit confused as he had never seen an amalgamation like that in his life *" hmm... A human with a horse head? "* He then observes the entity thoroughly *

* Alan dodges the attack and gives a heavy fiery punch to the head *

" I'm Alan. And what's your name? "* He said to the entity *

" oh... And who's your master? "

" Is he Radriar?"

* Alan enters a fighting stance *" heh, just as I expected... "