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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 3:56 pm
Once upon a time, in a far away magical kingdom, fantasy was normal. Wizards were a dime-a-dozen, elves were a common sight, and everyone saw their fairy godparents on a regular basis(They really aren't all that great, actually, just a whole bunch of hyped up people wearing wings and waving wands. And the dust, don't get me started on the dust). In short, interesting things were daily affairs. Seriously, I mean, you could be turned into a donkey in the middle of the night, and people would not take a bit of notice at all.
Now, as I was saying, this kingdom was ruled by a king(no duh), a king who wasn't very happy. He was actually quite annoyed with his knights and soldiers. You see, there is this dragon who was spotted flying around on the edge of the kingdom. The people are used to it, but this one was a rather pesky dragon. So, the king has been sending his knights out to slay the dragon, right? But, none of them have succeeded. Strangely, none of them have died, they just returned empty handed, not a dragon slain.
The king is getting frustrated. The people are getting a little afraid of the rogue dragon. And the knights are strangely divided in their opinions, half tired of the hunts to slay the dragon, the other half strangely excited when it comes to trying to find the dragon.
Now, the king has issued out a bounty on the dragon's head, open for any to collect. There is no wide-spread call for people to meet in one spot to get the information. Just a more simple request for help. That doesn't mean that people still can't decide to join up with one another....
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:07 pm
Setting A fantastical kingdom, but exactly where it is in the world, no one knows. The RP starts out in a place. What that place is is a mystery. Not really. The place is the village of Knull. Why there, I do not know. But it is the closest bit of civilization to where the dragon has reportedly been... Purpose of this RP To have as much fun as possible!!! This is not a serious RP. Not in the slightest. This is supposed to be a spoof, a comical gag. Have outrageous characters, crazy foul-ups, knock-out one-liners. Do with this one almost as you please. We must have some semblance of a plot. But have fun!
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:13 pm
Rules 1. Follow all guild rules. 2. Please keep all sudden outbursts of randomness of things not pertaining to the story at hand out. I know we want to have fun, but we must still have a story. 3. Have fun. This is an order. Obey it or die!! This is a rather flexible RP, and I am willing to enforce it with my will if it gets off hand.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:16 pm
Profiles (edit by 1deejay Now people, you can just make a character up and it doesn't have to be in depth, just make sure you have some substance, just wing it and have fun. Seriously, this is not a serious rp.) Name: Almoren User:1deejay Class:Cleric Weapons: None Bio: A simple extreme pacifist Cleric who really, I mean REALLY, wait...... REALLY dislikes fighting.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 4:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 8:00 pm
Open Reginald slipped between the legs of the people in the crowd, making his way further and further into the city limits of Knull. He hated the entire purpose he was there. Dragon hunting was for knights and the such, not for servants. But the King has specifically sent him out on this mission, to go off and try to figure out what was going on with the dragon. It shouldn't be that hard of a thing to miss, with a giant lair, but no one had seemed to find it, or fight it successfully.
Reginald skittered around some more legs, and quickly ducked underneath a cart in the marketplace, making his way under the relative safety of the stands.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 8:04 pm
Almoren walked down the street, his plain cloak around his neck the folds open to reveal a plain brown tunic. Almoren was not one to be fancy in any way. He began his ascent into the mountain at dawn. It was now noon day and the furthest he had gotten was half way to the town gate. A guy had to rest every 10 feet. Almoren sat down in a chair to rest again, he got out a snack and started munching. He wasn't an obese man but he was big. Not big as in muscular or fat or even ballon like. Just big.
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