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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:20 pm
Here it is! If you're starting out in the countries listed in the title, you're part of MY realm, hunnies! (And uh...any guys, too.)
Post away! 3nodding
EDIT: Oh yeah, forgot to add this in
If there are any quests or spectacular battles going on here, they'll be posted in this post. Have fun, guys! 3nodding
AND GUESS WHAT? For 10 chapters only, we've got a special event going on at this very moment in Etruria, dealing with Lycia!
THE HOLY WAR OF OSTIA!
Come and enjoy this spectacular introduction to the RP section of our wonderful guild. We hope you like it!
ANOTHER EDIT: I've got to add in some description rubbish, or some such Nonsense...
Nabata: Come and die in these harsh lands, full of everlasting sand, terrible weather, and unlivable conditions. (Unless you happen to be a mamkute living in the Utopia that Athos has created 3nodding )
Etruria: This flourishing country is home to primarily Magic-type units, and many nobles and high-class lords. The Saint Elimine's grip is the strongest here, as this is the country she founded. Come one, come all, magic-users!
Dread Isle: The name says it all. No one has ever returned from here alive, unless they've got some dark secret-type thing about them... surprised
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:32 pm
OOC: My character will be in DARK RED BUMBUMBUM
IC: Kicking up dust, Fenrir walked along the outskirts of Etruria. He wanted more power. He was getting impatient. 7 years of training, and he could barely master an Elfire book. What worth was that? Then again, 11 years of wandering, and he had still gotten no better. He wondered about his choices. Should he go back? Would it help at all?
"Hah. What a drag this has been. All 24 years of it."
He said it out loud. He must be going crazy. He needed food and money, and fast. HE took a turn, and headed over to Reglay, a short stop on his way to the large Kingdom of Lycia. No small, worthless war was going to stop him from getting where he needs to be.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:35 pm
Finn collapses somewhere near the Etruria/Lycia border, The valley stretches to the horizon, to infinity. The sun burns his pale figure as he rolls around in the dirt, closing his eye. His party got attacked in the previous vilage, and his companion Syvern urged him to run when the bandits were surrounding him. He moans lightly, blood flowing from his left shoulder, mixing itself with the mud and staining his gorgeous outfit. Breathing heavily, he begins to reconsider the idea he had of contacting his father.
"But all... Those people suffering. Gah It's not a simple cut that'll keep me from helping them. That's no problem!"
He tries to get up, but only a few step farther, he collapse again. After a few trie, he gives up and stay there, despaired
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:46 pm
Etruria was truly a beautiful country, unequaled in all of Elibe.
So why am I still here, instead of somewhere with real problems to fix?
Krett couldn't answer his question to himself. He really did need to go somewhere where people needed his help, which was why he was so busy skirting the Ostian border in search of some unguarded pass.
Looking back towards his homeland, he spotted someone lying face-down, probably unconscious.
Well, not like there's much else to do. He walked over to the man in the dirt.
"Are you all right, there?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:47 pm
"Goodbye!!!" Sara, Quint's mother, called out to him as he boarded the ship, headed to the mainland.
"Goodbye mother!" Quint called back from the ship's deck, as the ship lifted anchor, and set sail.
His mother ran down the dock, following the boat, blowing kisses, and wishing luck, her robes flying and swaying in the wind. She took off her hood off of the Druid robe, letting her dark brown hair flow out, looking with her ocean blue eyes dead at Quint, even though he was almost a speck on the horizion.
"Goodbye..." Quint whispered to himself, as the dock, his mother, and the eerie shadow of Dread Isle faded.
"Smells....salty." Quint said as the ship rocked and swayed on the water.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:47 pm
On his way to the village, he notices a laxed man along the path. He lightly jabs him with his foot. No response. "I don't want to get these pants dirty. Ugh." Fenrir picks up the sleeping traveller and carries him along. These bums are takign up too much space on safe trade routes. Then again, what's safe anymore? I had best get him to town, maybe he can help me with my gold. They say street people are the best for gossip He steps into the gates of Reglay.
"Halt. Who goes there?" The typical guard voice comes from the falcon-eyed watchtower.
"It's me, Fenrir. I bet you must be dying to see me after I've been away all these years. Help me in, would you?"
"Fenrir....if it wasn't my duty to let you in I'd leave you there where you stand.....Who do you carry? New strict rules say visitors must be identified. This war is really somthing else."
"New rules? War? What in the world? Come on, let a past villager in! This guy's a friend of mine...yeah..."
"Sorry. If you and I do not know who he is, no entry."
"WHAT? Open this door!" His fingers spark. "I need food, and I need to get to the arena. This guy probably needs it too, as much of beign in the way as he is." The fine thread inscriptions on his pants brighten."
"You can't bring him in. And if you don't calm down, I'll send someone for you."
"Really? Well then, you have no idea what you're doing. But to save lives, I'll leave him out here. Touch him, and you will regret ever taking that watchpost." His pant insciptions darken and his fingers turn darker. "Alright. he stays. Open the gate."
"I have a bad feeling about this." Fenrir caught the guard mumbling, but said nothing. The gates were open. That was all that mattered.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:54 pm
Finn's body twitches. Any normal fighter lost in the wood who gets approached would jump to his weapon, but being so naive, he only rolls on his back once more, and stares at the woman, holding his wound of his right hand.
"Finally! Help came, gah!" He says, forcing his muscles to go in a sit position, but he seems to have troubles standing. Yet he chuckles lightly.
"Tell me, brave fellow, Have you heard news of that village north...?" he asks of a trembling voice. He wants to know if his friend is allright, just before anything. Yet he seriously looks beaten up. Then the other man came, making him feel a bit nervous, he stares at him for a moment, Silent.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:56 pm
March Mutsuyama Finn collapses somewhere near the Etruria/Lycia border, The valley stretches to the horizon, to infinity. The sun burns his pale figure as he rolls around in the dirt, closing his eye. His party got attacked in the previous vilage, and his companion Syvern urged him to run when the bandits were surrounding him. He moans lightly, blood flowing from his left shoulder, mixing itself with the mud and staining his gorgeous outfit. Breathing heavily, he begins to reconsider the idea he had of contacting his father."But all... Those people suffering. Gah It's not a simple cut that'll keep me from helping them. That's no problem!" He tries to get up, but only a few step farther, he collapse again. After a few trie, he gives up and stay there, despaired
Bandits. She signaled her steed to go in the direction of the village. Her desire to help the needy was still strong, as the sight of her own faraway village still wavered in her head.
Then, something caught her eye to the left of the village. A small blue figure, laying on the grass. "...!! Oh..." She landed Maia and laid down her spear. It was a boy, maybe a couple years older than herself. He was bleeding and appeared almost unconscious. She touched his face gently."Are you alright?" (This happens right before March's last post... Sorry: Storyline x.x) (Taka: I haven't noticed the other guy. Whoever that is.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:01 pm
Good, he's still conscious. This should be a lot easier.
Thinking for a moment, Krett shook his head. "Sorry, but the last village I stopped by was east of here. I've been walking along the border for a few days now."
He surveyed the man's nasy collection of obvious cuts and bruises. "Have you been traveling without medicine, or something? Now really seems like a good time for you to down a Vulnerary." Krett winced at the thought of the nasty, bitter stuff, but that didn't mean he was stupid enough to travel without some in times like these. If need be, I can give him a dose.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:04 pm
"WHADDYA MEAN THE ARENA'S CLOSED!!! NO WAY! I'M GONNA STARVE AGAIN!"
"Sir, please. There are no combatants at this time. IF you had any honour, you'd be fighting for Etruria too! Shame."
"Fighting for Etruria? Why? What's the news of war?"
"You have not heard? Ostia has declared was on Etruria! Where have you been?"
Scrounging the east for food and power...actually...:/"
"I'm sure there's always space in the military. Now if you'll excuse me, this is ripe time to clean up the mess."
Fenrir could see an intestine hanging on the wall. It was best he left now. AS he left, he could see the areanakeeper pulling it off.
He headed for the gates. There was something not at ease about leavign a man near aggressive guards. He rushed.
"Open up! If you hurt him..." *shakes fist*
As the gates opened, he could see a pegasus knight and her horse, along with a tattered looking fellow crowding around the man. "No food. Damn."
He looked up to the guests.
"Give him some space, people! And for pete sakes, help him breathe! -_-"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:09 pm
Kamdas Good, he's still conscious. This should be a lot easier.Thinking for a moment, Krett shook his head. "Sorry, but the last village I stopped by was east of here. I've been walking along the border for a few days now." He surveyed the man's nasy collection of obvious cuts and bruises. "Have you been traveling without medicine, or something? Now really seems like a good time for you to down a Vulnerary." Krett winced at the thought of the nasty, bitter stuff, but that didn't mean he was stupid enough to travel without some in times like these. If need be, I can give him a dose. "Is that man... is he going to be okay?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:14 pm
Cough once then twice, then lift a dirty hand to run it through his hair, pure noble habit: but this time, his silver hair get all dirty. Seeing himself surounded like this makes him feel somewhat... important, making him lightly smile. He reaches down to his bag and takes out a brown small bottle.
"Vulnaries... you mean those? Syv gave me a few, but I skipped that class in the millitary to..." He seems to be getting dizzy, breaking his sentence right there. His blue eyes begins to loose its sparkles as he tries to regain his mind. "... Speak with a lovely young girl.." He continues, forcing a chuckle out.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:26 pm
"Oh, for..." Krett couldn't believe there was a man in the Etrurian army who didn't know how to use the most basic form of field medicine. "Look, you open the bottle and you drink the bitter brown stuff inside. It fixes your wounds up. Well, to a degree."
What a fool this guy is. I swear, if I hadn't... wait, didn't I hear...?
The gray lenses in his face flicked up and caught sight of a young woman standing behind the trees of the nearby forest. "Uh, sorry. I didn't see you there, miss...?" He clearly hadn't heard the soft-voiced girl well enough to notice her question.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:28 pm
"Enough mushy stuff. Tell me, do you have any way to earn gold? Starving isn't fun, I'm sure you know as well. PLus, you've probably heard everything aroudn these parts. I need gold..or something..."
Watching the other characters, he was almost sure he caught a glimpse of repulsion from them.
"If you have nothing to say, I must be off. Standing ehre isn't going to feed my knowledge, strive for power, or stomach." *stomach growls*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:32 pm
Kamdas The gray lenses in his face flicked up and caught sight of a young woman standing behind the trees of the nearby forest. "Uh, sorry. I didn't see you there, miss...?" He clearly hadn't heard the soft-voiced girl well enough to notice her question.
Then the acolyte addresses her, and she turns around."I-I'm sorry. I was flying, and I saw him, but then... you came and I got frightened. Do you think he'll be alright? He's acting strange." She was flustered that his half-blabbering manner of speech contrasted his elegant features and clothes. Perhaps he was just still delirious from the wound? In any case, they should treat him. "Sir monk... could you help him please? I think he's too weak to.."
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