γλώσσα
πάλι ο κόσμος μας άφησε μόνους στα χακί, μόνους και στα ανθρώπινα.
πάλι την ίδια γλώσσα μιλούμε εγώ και ο εαυτός μου.
πάλι ο καπνός και το όνειρο θα γίνουν ένα.
~let me float back to the place you found me. I'll be okay.
josh #0: son of a dragonslayer
Let me tell you my story, passenger. I hail from Iritop, the proud descendant of a great Bard family. I am the fortunate son of two kind halflings, Ian & Daria. My ancestors were known to be the best bards of their times. My deceased father always told me stories of my great great grandfather Frusciante, who fought in the long wars between the nations. A great musician, and the bravest of soldiers for peace indeed. And so begins my own story. When I was six years young, my parents got me the most beautiful gift; a black wooden guitar, with my family's emblem painted on it: a gold dragon an ancestor of mine had slain. It's the guitar I carry with me to this very day. I began practicing, to find I was gifted with this divine talent as well. Six more years later, I went on a quest to fulfill my destiny: to be the very best, like noone ever was. To thrash them is my real test, to gain fame is my cause. Why am I a member of The Adventurers , you say? I be...
Body language???? :-)
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