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A quiet and soft mist of gray and white obscurity slowly settled over lands, the soft hillocks valleys slowly filling in with an almost primordial soup. To the east, the land lay flat and redundant, with soft scrub and low trees and shrubbery. To the west, the small hills slowly turned into foothills, and eventually merged with the great towering mountains. To the south the mist crept across swamped lands, murky and humid, full of unsettling creatures and draping trees. The northlands were dense forests, the paths almost invisible in the settling gloom.

In the midst of the small hills in the middle of the great and huge country known as Xiyad sat the small province of Lanit. Its’ capital city was a small yet beautiful town surrounded by high and mighty granite walls, enchantments fairly dripping from the soaring buttresses. The city was home to the countries’ most famous guilds’; the schools and universities within its walls unsurpassed. Thieves, mages, assassins, rangers, and various other trades were all welcome within its boundaries. Welcome to Dondestan.

Dondestan was home to a most diverse population, both race and religion wise: from the average human to the academically gifted centaurs to the mystic elves and on and on. So many people, with so many different goals, outsiders saw conflict as unavoidable.

However, Dondestan was a beautiful and gifted city, and being in it was pure joy. This was well understood by all within its boundaries, and for that reason they respected the simple rules laid down by Dondestan’s council.

Far more amazing than the simple cooperation of all to respect simple rules of courtesy was certain guilds’ and races’ going out of their way to even cooperate and work together. Thus it was that each was made stronger, helping and being helped by the other.

Enter our adventurers, eager for bounty, excitement, glory, honor, and love.


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GM Rules:
First and foremost, this will be a long reading, long writing, long term roleplay. Please try to refrain from posting less than three paragraphs per post. Because of the higher level of roleplay and posting that is anticipated, this will also most likely be a fairly slow moving thread, so be sure to bookmark it. ^_^

Secondly, please make sure to read all GM posts in the IC thread (which can be found here) before making your own post.

Thirdly, please follow basic roleplay rules of consideration: no godmoding, only control your characters thoughts, feelings, and actions, and no killing off other player characters without express permission to do so.


Signups: I absolutely do NOT want a player profile which gives away everything about your character. Neither do I want some picture you found on the internet to show us what they look like - rather, you should work at describing your characters appearance, thoughts, feelings, and motivation through your roleplaying, like good storytelling.

In order to apply for the thread, please post below what your character introduction will be. That way we can judge your suitablity to play and perform in a thread of a little higher caliber.

Thank you for your interest and stopping by! I look forward to roleplaying with anyone who chooses to apply! *^_^*
As an example, here is my introductory post:


Braiden stepped lightly through the indigo streets, her head bowed as she lost herself in thought and rumination. Attired in a black cloak, its hood drawn to shield her face, she was simply another shifting shadow in a city filled with them. The sun’s rippling edge finally dropped fully behind the mountains to the west, and while gloom swallowed the bulk of Dondestan’s mass, her glittering, ebon-streaked gold eyes remained locked on the beautiful myriad of colors dancing across the horizon. Her mind was almost completely empty – her being preoccupied with absorbing the sighs and sounds that constantly drifted towards her face as she walked into the cool evening breeze.

Dondestan was, ultimately, a city full of light and happiness. It was populated from a people who did not shrink from much, and boasted homes to all and sundry – from the panhandler to the staggeringly rich merchants. Most would think a city of such diversity would draw only the shadier elements to it, and yet civilization had balanced itself out quite nicely.

Children and young adults dashed home through the winding streets, their voices lifted in laughter and gossip as her tall, willowy figure slowly wound itself down the hilly streets of uptown and towards the circular plaza around the Great Pillar. Her chin was tucked against her chest, but the slightest of smiles ghosted across her features as one particularly adventuresome pair of youngsters chased each other around her shadow-clad figure. In a few heartbeats, a grubby and questing hand had insinuated itself inside the folds of her cloak – and encountering her own palm already splayed loosely against the roundness of her coin purse, slipped away just as quickly. Her smile turned wry as she tipped her head slightly, causing the metallic clasp of her cloak to flash.

The lantern lighters were just beginning to make their rounds, and the streets became dotted with circles of gold as they moved through them.

“Apologies, guild member, they meant no disrespect,” spoke an adolescent lounging against the outer wall of a tavern in an amiable voice.

Braiden laughed softly and inclined her head towards him, shrugging slowly to show him she understood the mistake even as her long legs continued their swift pace ever downwards.

She entered the glowing plaza of the Great Pillar, smiling to herself, and crossed it towards a compound surrounded by a high stone wall topped with metal spikes. The main gatehouse was well lit, torches to either side of the portcullis making a pool of dancing light beneath which stood two burly, well armored figures. One male, one female, they stood in a relaxed pose that did nothing to hide the alertness of their senses. As she drew near to the glittering copper crest of sword and shield suspended above their heads, she reached up with her left hand and tipped back the hood of her head.

“Good evening, Major Lirimaer,” called the female guard. A human of medium stature, Braiden nodded in response to her greeting and smiled warmly.

The male guard was an elf, and she expected, nor received, neither greeting nor acknowledgement from him.

She knew that were he ever to be assigned to her battalion, she would not have to deal with blatant disrespect; neither would he offer her more than perfunctory respect and obedience.

She was, after all, one of Xiyad’s most viciously renowned Drow.

Still smiling faintly, she stepped through the gates of the Warrior’s Guild and cut across the practice fields for the interior halls – and her quarters.
For those of you who might be wondering, here is some general information on the thread.

Jewels Within the Mist is and will be, first and foremost, a thread on character interaction and romance.

The setting is a medieval fantasy age and place. If you've read the IC thread than you will have noticed that there is magic in game (however, not casually), as well as a dozen classes to choose from. Races are open for the most part; however I would consider carefully before choosing to roleplay a race that requires more work and history/background (like vampires or werewolves, as they are a tad difficult to roleplay appropriately).

Any questions, comments, or constructive criticism is welcomed below. Otherwise, please enjoy, and PM me if you have any private questions! *^_^*
I'll be posting an intro shortly. ^_^ I'm still reading a few things.

Might take me a bit though. I'm a pretty slow writer.
Take your time, Syn, we're not going anywhere without players.

*^_^*

*glees and is all happiness*

YAY!

*huggles*
*bumpabumpdump*

3nodding
Last bump of the day.

3nodding
-----"What is it?" Nyx eyed the dark amber liquid suspiciously. Crouching on the tall stool, her chin resting on the wooden surface of the bar, she poked the glass forward a bit seeming unable to decide whether she should drink it or seal it up, deem it hazardous material, and hope to all things holy that the contents of the cup didn't mix with the atmosphere.

-----"Just try it. You'll like it. Trust me." The lanky Elven man behind the bar smiled pushing the drink back in her hands. Poor dear. Unlike his poise and graceful brethren, Eöl seemed in a perpetual awkward stage. That can't be easy for an Elf. But it doesn't mean she should have to force any more of his strange and possibly deadly concoctions down her throat.

-----"The last time you said that, I ended up working the mines for a week." She grumbled.

-----"And do you remember why that happened, elf boy? It was because after consuming your 'drink' I was suddenly under the impression that I was a Shepard and proceeded to try and 'shear' all your customers. Believe it or not, people don't really like crazed Naiads running at them with sharp objects."

-----"Come on. How many times do you want me to apologize for that? I--"

-----"And do you remember what finally stopped me? It was right about the time I attempted to remove all the hair or 'wool' off a particularly upset centaur's backside. Of course, he wasn't fond of my actions and so decided to send me hurdling toward the nearest wall! And that wasn't even the worst of it!" She pushed the glass back at him, careful not spill it. Who knows? It might burn a hole in the bar. By this time her head was up and she was shaking a silvery blue finger at him in quite the scolding manner.

-----"Don't worry, Nyx. I got it right this time. I promise."

-----"You said that last time." She moaned rolling a pair of dull grey eyes toward the ceiling. Her chin found its way back to the edge of bar once again as her fingers traced the along the wood's grain.

-----"Come on." He coaxed, sliding the glass across the bar's surface once more.

-----"Fine. Give it." She snatched up the glass and before any part of her brain had a chance to react, she downed it all. After a moment of staring at the now empty cup waiting for any side-effects to kick in, she found to her surprise, nothing happened.

-----"Hmm. Not bad. You know, I guess you didn't scr--" She suddenly found herself on her back sprawled on the floor one of her legs still entangled in the stool.

-----"What the hell?!" She looked up to see Eöl's smiling face.

-----"Really knocked you on your a**, didn't it?" He asked, just beaming looking particularly proud of himself.

-----"Eöl, when they say that, they don't mean it literally." She replied very matter-of-factly from her position on the bar room floor.

|| Well, it took me forever, but here it is.

I can re-do it if need be. It seems I'm not so creative today. ||
((Submitted for your approval, my introduction for my character Randal.))

The morning was clear and crisp, a chill wind occasionally swept through the streets of Dondestan… raising clouds of dust that danced and swirled before settling, once again, upon the Earth. The marketplace was coming to life as vendors peddled their wares, constantly trying to out screech their nearest rival. It was common knowledge that the loudest one would end up with the most customers. Proclamations were made for the lowest prices, the freshest fruits, and the most succulent meats. Customers who had already decided on a vendor added to the clamor as they began to haggle for the lowest price possible. The din was deafening and it wasn’t even the rush hour yet. By then the size of the crowd would double, so too, their volume.

A little girl had accompanied her mother to the market as she had done countless times before. This time however, the girl noticed something peculiar. Amidst this hustle and bustle of the market, there was a man sitting on an old, overturned crate that had once held corn. Normally, a lone man would go unnoticed is this hub of activity, but this man was different. It wasn’t the man’s skin which was leathery, rough, and had the same pigmentation of the brown dust that covered his clothing, as the people of Dondestan were accustomed to all manners of creatures and colors. And his black hair, though unkempt, was no cause for pause. Nor was it that clothing, in so far as the shoddy bundle of vestments he wore could be called ‘clothing.’ An old, worn shirt that at one point may have been white but now seemed undecided as to whether it wanted to remain so or give in to the yellowing that had begun in patches along it. As well as a pair of tan pants with a hole torn at the knee of the left leg. Perhaps it was the eyes that differentiated this man from the multitude, for his grey eyes were penetrating. They seemed to see everything and nothing. Eyes that longed to view the present but, for some reason, were destined to simply replay the past. These eyes reflected a soul who had seen many horrors, and suffered many hardships, but they also exuded strength and determination. After all, the man had survived his traumatic past and was sitting there before the little girl now. The young girl’s eyes widened as she finally understood what set him apart.

Amidst the buzzing beehive of the marketplace, people were generally sucked into the tempo. Even if they were in no particular hurry, the activity and sense of urgency that pervaded the area eventually permeated itself into them. But, not this man. It was if he and the world were on two separate pages. He sat there, an anachronism that defied the tempo that the world tried to force on to him. The world he lived in moved at a pace that was entirely his own. The little girl was inexorably drawn towards the man. She took a hesitant little step forward, and then another, and another. In what seemed like hours to the little girl she stood at the feet of the mysterious stranger. He turned his piercing gaze to her and she suddenly felt as if she were laid bare. All of her deepest secrets were like an open book to this man.

“Um, e-excuse m-me…” she began haltingly.

At that moment the man stood, rising to his height of six feet, and looked down at the visibly trembling girl. Then, he did something the girl never expected that he was capable of. He lay one of his large, strong, and calloused hands on the little girl’s head and smiled. He had a faraway look in his eyes, as if she had reminded him of something from long ago. The smile was gentle, soft, and so incongruent with the rest of his appearance.

“My name is Randal,” he said simply before removing his hand and disappearing into the crowd.

The girl stood stunned as she watched him disappear. She realized that Randal had his demons, but she also understood that she had seen another side of Randal, perhaps a side of him that he had buried in the sands of time long ago. Maybe she had reminded him of that side that he had lost and helped him to remember it, even if only for the moment. She smiled.
Welcome Nyx, welcome Randal!

YAY!

We'll have fun with this I PROMISE!

*^_^*

Thank you both very, very much for joining! I look forward to RPing with you both!

Go ahead and repost this in the IC thread then, and thank you!

*glees and huggles you all*
All posted. ^_^ Thanks for accepting me.

-has been huggled to death- xd
Me too, all set. I'm really looking foward to this!
I'm not bumping this thread. Nope. Not at all. ninja

I have to run and cook some dinner. I'll be back later. Yesh.
Of course, this isn't a bump either. It's just a response to the non-bump by Syns.
*Gasp*

All the NON BUMPing is making me worry.

...


Ok well not really!
*^_^*

Thanks I love you guys!

^_^

*huggles happily*

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