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This is a story about fierce warriors, their never ending battle to control other territories, many aliances were made so you can pick one of the groups displayed on the option list, but describe your name, profession and race, we are all equal in abilities so nobody is better than anybodyelse, but different races have different advantages

Vampires,
Humans,
Tauren,
Werewolf,

If you have any other races please dont hesitate to ask about them,

the theme is, Action,think about the earth in the Dark Ages, so enjoy the fight, you can even betray your group, but ony when the rpg gets going ok have fun

Clans:

Shadows

The Dark Hearts

The Bersrkers

The Corpsers

(So cool great idea, Draken!)

Name: Kierra

Race: werewolf

profession: Travelling Mage, expert with the healing arts

age:23

clan: Shadows

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(and cool description thing) Kierra is a lonely mage who's father was a werewolf while her mother was an elf[Can we use that?]. She has been travelling ever since her village was slaughtered by a clan, the berserkers. To night she walks a brick road of sandy pastels. Her shoes tap the ground as she walks, always feeling a presence following her. Her silver hair,down to her waist, blows in the wind, she uses her hand to hold it out of her face. Her eyes, blue like sapphires, shimmer in the moonlight's shadow, a feeling of dispair overpowers her heart.

"I should stop at a tavern for tonight..." Her innocence alarms the air around her. She pushes the door open to a nearby tarvern, the laughter of drunk men fills the air. She sighs. "It cannot be helped." She walks over to the keeper. "Does this tavern have rooms for rent?" She asks potlitely.

"Why certainly miss, that'll be..." The keeper talks. Kierra zones out, trying to block out all noise. She's feels something. Some presence. Close.

Name: Jack Neros

Race: Human

profession: skilled combat veteran

age:21

clan: unknowned (will decide later on the story)

A soldier from the American-Australia Branch base he was born in January of 1920 and fought in the World War II but he had suddenly disappeared when the war was almost over. now he re appeared in the Dark ages.

(hey thanx for the compliment)

Draken was getting ready to leave the tavern when he heard a cry for help, he looked to his right, a couple of corpsers, who were with the king were surrounding a young women, he walked over and said "Is there something you guys need?" the larger one said "Why yes, this little witch ows us money, so unless you want a beating i suggest you leave" draken replied "Well well we got a big tough guy huh, hmm" without hesitation pulls out his 6.5 foot cleaver sword, and said "I'd rather take a beating" stunned the corpsers left quickly knowing draken had more battle experience, since he was the kings royal gaurdian, his father was the shadow ing who was slain by the current king

thanx, i or well draken is the leader of the dark hearts and the shadows and the dark hearts form one group near the end, this ought to be fun

"Nah not a big gun fan hey whats your name im draken?"

"This is Saychus Tavern this place used to be peacefull until that tyrant king came along"

he sat on the ground

"no man i mean is this earth..?"