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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:53 pm
Many years ago...
a large empire rose to power. However, this was not necessarily a good thing. Many many people are homeless and struggling for their lives. The empire is taking away their homes, tearing families apart to build up a larger army, and forcing them to work. The king, King Lemington, is a merciless king and yet has so much power. People are beginning to lose hope! King Lemington's armies continue to dominate the land, spreading everywhere and taking over smaller and less powerful kingdoms and villages. However, an organization has appeared, letting people see a small ray of hope that has been invisible to them for many many years. This organization is called the Vamnin. The members of this organization have been killing off anyone who was in King Lemington's favor, has been helping to spread his empire, and has been saving and helping victims of the King's wrath. The King is feeling threatened by this organization, and has been sending out armies and assasins to kill off the Vamnin. But the Vamnin are stubborn, and are fighting back. However they need to be extra careful, because they are all greatly outnumbered....
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:57 pm
Rules! (Always follow them)
1- Limit swearing.
2- When you need to talk regularly, post OOC (Out of Character), by using two parentheses to surround your sentence so people don't get confused on what you are saying, and what your character is saying/doing: ((So you type your OOC sentence like this.))
3- No guns or high technology, this role play takes place hundreds of years ago when they used weapons like swords, bow and arrows, daggers, crossbows, etc.
4- No cybering.
5- Keep it at a PG-13 Level, no higher.
6- Please do not criticize other people's role playing. They are learning.
7- Type in third person only!
8_ Type in past tense only!
9- And just to make sure you read all the rules...put a domokun at the top of your first post. Or else....dun dun DUN!
10- Have fun!
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:58 pm
Character Form (Use this information to post before you start role playing in this story): Name: (Of character) Age: Occupation: (Part of the Vamnin? An assasin? A soldier? A leader of something?) Species: (Elf, human, a made up creature (be sure to describe what it is), some type of animal, fortuneteller, warrior, etc.) Magic: (You can choose to be able or unable to use magic.) Weapons: Description: (What does your character look like? You can either put of a picture or describe what your character looks like.) Part of King Lemington's Empire: (Yes or no?)
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 1:55 pm
((Name: Mae Alyria Age: 17 Occupation: An assasin (she wants to kill King Lemington). Species: A rare species (they are not human, but look like a cross between a human and an elf). They have the ability to see in the dark, climb up high places, run fast, and use magic very well. They have a special ability to foresee into the future. However, they have weak bodies and do not fight using a weapon well. Magic: Yes. Weapons: None. Description:  She has short white hair, a very powerful crystal shield that is usually slung across her back, a large book full of spells, and healing potions in a small bag that is hooked to a belt around her waist. She also wears a top that reveals her belly, shorts, and leather boots that go just a little bit above her ankles. Part of King Lemington's Empire: No.)) domokun Mae rushed through the trees, deeper and deeper into the large forest. It was in the middle of the night, her eyes glowed a silvery color each time the full moon shone upon her and her tan skin. She breathed in short, fast breaths as her feet quickly and gracefully carried her over rocks and small streams. In her hands, was her spell book, ready to be used at any time. She never parted from it. Never let it leave her sharp eyes. I have to hurry... She thought. She was on a mission, specially hired by the leaders of the Vamnin, although she wasn't part of the organization. It was her goal to win their favor, and join them in defeating King Lemington. This was their way of testing her; sending her on missions that she needed to complete successfully in order to become a member of the organization. And she was very determined too achieve her goal as well.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:52 am
Name:Jintetsu of Steel
Age:
Occupation razz art of the Vamnin,and an assassin in Vamnin group
Species:A human robot bodied drifter
Magic:Fire magics
Weapons:Katana
Description:Umm...If you want to see him go to www.msn.com click images and put in the search box"Jintetsu".....Hehehehe Sorry
Part of King Lemington's Empire:No
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 6:57 am
((Okay looks good. So you can start by making your first post. ^^))
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:45 pm
Name: Bez Nalsier
Age: 22
Occupation: A hunter/Survivalist
Species:Human
Magic:unable
Weapons: An expertly crafted composite long bow, made of Ash wood and decorated with animal furs and horns. An ivory long dagger, crafted from the tooth of an animal similar to a saber tooth tiger.
Description:Bez is a tall, stocky man, measuring about 6'5" and weighing in at 223 pounds. hes extremely muscular, as his life style demands, and has long rugged black hair which he keeps in a top knot. his facial hair is overgrown and unkept, covering most of his face and long enough to nearly touch his chest. he has dark brown eyes and a jagged scar running downthe right side of his face.
Part of King Lemington's Empire: no
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 2:36 pm
Name: Ryneld Undol
Age: 20
Occupation: Blacksmith
Species: Human
Magic: has never pursued it, but has potential
Weapons: Prefers the hammer that he has grown so fond off throughout his years in the forge. However, as any good blacksmith should do, he tests out the blades he crafts himself, and therefore he's picked up enough from those sessions to be a proficient artist with any blade.
Description: A shorter man, with his exact heighth being 5' 10". His build is much bigger than any other people his age, from it's refining by the flames swinging a hammer all day. He has short black hair which he meticulously grooms and light blue eyes.
Part of King Lemington's Empire: yes, he's a citizen. Many of his blades are bought by the King for his soldiers.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 2:56 pm
((Just gonna post i guess since it doesn't look like i'll be messing anything up rolleyes edit: uhm domokun ))
Ryneld walked down the streets of the city he known his whole life with a bag of crafting goods on his back. He was on his way back from the shop of an accountance of his. As a blacksmith, he visited the shop frequently to restock up on ingots of various metals and shafts for his hammers.
Walking back through the familiar doorframe of his shop he immediately went to workdesk, placing the items in his organized drawers. He then turned his attention to a stubborn long sword, blowing the bellows to get the flame back up.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:11 pm
domokun
Bez walked warily through the crowded streets of the city, his fur clothing standing out like a sore thumb among the silk and wool clothes of the citizens around him. shifting his wolf head hood down lower over his face, he lenghtened his stride. just need to do what i came to do, and get out he thought to himself. he hated coming into the city, hated the hussle and bussle of it all. on the rare occasion he entered the city, usually to trade tanned furs for tools he may need, he tried to make the trip as quick as possible. he mindlessly handled the gold pouch at his waist as he recalled the things he needed to restock on. there was only one thing left on his list, and that was more steel arrow heads. up until his last visit he used simple stone arrow heads, but after trying steel ones, he couldnt seem to go back. bez stopped at the entrance to a small store front. he came here nearly everytime he entered the city, it was a forge owned by a man named Ryneld Undol. almost done he thought. he sighed slightly and stepped inside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:21 pm
Ryneld growled in frustration. It just wasn't going to work, the blade had been improperly placed in the hilt. He would have to tear the two apart and start over. Days of work wasted....
He started at the sound of someone entering the shop, it was Bez Nalsier, a hunter that came in every now and then for some odds and ends.
"Well hello Bez, nice to see you again. What will you be needing this time?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:29 pm
Bez's eyes went dark as they adjusted to the low light inside the shop. it was well kept, everything fairly organized. most of the light shone in through the windows from the setting sun, but it hardly did much. the forge was hot, Ryneld must be tinkering with something he thought. Rynelds short, stout form stood back among the anvils and various blacksmithing tools. "its good to see you again aswell," Bez replied to the blacksmiths greeting. "you wouldnt have any of your grand steel arrowheads laying around somewhere in here would you?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:34 pm
Ryneld smiled, he wouldn't admit it outloud, but he rather liked the tall man. That could just be because of the flatter he seemed to give everytime they spoke to each other.
"Of course I do! you should know that i keep enough for a good 2 dozen arrows, just for you." Ryneld began rummaging through one of the drawers in his desk and pulled out a small pouch and put it down on the table by the doorway where Bez was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:41 pm
Bez spilled the contents of the pouch into his hand and shuffled through them. as expected, each was made perfectly. "expertly crafted, as usually Ryneld. not that i know much about metals of course, but your work does seem top notch." he dumped the steel tips back inside the pouch and tied the strings tight. "now, how much do i owe you?" he asked as he untied the coin purse from around his leather belt.
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