Here lies a fallen warrior, small and meek. He was a noble friend to some and a brave fighter to others. His death was swift but wasn't painless, both physically and mentally. His killer? His own jealous and guilt.

Now he was a strange little fellow. His pointy ears, black button like nose, and darken skin say Tarutaru, but his hair seem to resemble onion leaves. He wasn't a child, but a grown men despite being as tall as a human child. He was a cute guy and his armor made him even cuter...or so the ladies say. Even though he was a knight, his favorite weapon was a lance which he use to slay monsters and to whack disrespectful people on the head.

More later after a short break.