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 Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 9:14 pm
We're not exactly sure if this is truth or not about our city...
But this is history and not our current roleplay
arrow Feel free to read, but do not post.
arrow This is not our current thread, please go to the current one for action.
arrow Marvel at our history!
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 9:21 pm
 Marie Lakes
================ ♥ ================In Verdian, the town was pretty peaceful... most of the time. The sun was shining brightly as the townpeople walked among the streets buying whatever the vendors had for sale and kept on visiting places. Yet at one of the buildings wafted the smells of baked goods and sweets, that's where the young woman was.
Behind the clean counters was chaos. Pans and tins covered the area as a woman with an apron started mixing dough for two new loafs of bread. "Just four more..." The british accented woman told herself as she started to take the dough in her hands and molding it to where she needed. Four seemed such a small number, but it took a long time to make. textextex textextex textextex
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:29 pm
Dreavin
Somewhere in the forest surrounding the village a small fire burned, a small rabbit was roasting on a stick above the flames. One man sat at the fire, his hood pulled over his face, and stark white hair flowing out from under the cloak. The man puffed on a long thin pipe, blowing small smoke rings every few puffs. He tossed another few sticks of wood on the fire, they crackled and spat as the fire consumed them. The light of the fire rose exposing the dark skin on the man, exposing his heritage.
He was a Drow, known more commonly as a "Dark-Elf", named not just for his dark skin, but the dark lives his people lived. His name was Dreavin Malokin, he had escaped his home land over 50 years ago and had since taken to the ways of the rogue, or ranger, never finding a place he could call home, but upon traveling to this place, a small village called Veridain, he actually felt that he had found that place.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:32 pm
REWARD
1000 SILVER PIECES
FOR THE CAPTURE OF CYAN GREENLEAF
It was a quiet day on the road through Veridian Forest. Birds were singing, the breeze blowing gently through the lush trees, and all seemed tranquil
Aside from the four unconscious bodyguards lying upon the ground, a broken oak stave the answer to what befell them, and a country lord looking into the business end of an elvish Longbow.
On the other end, smirking in good humor, was the Sidhe Elf Outlaw known through out the local lands as Cyan Greenleaf.
"Well, my upper class acquaintance," Said Cyan, hardly bothered by the thrashing he gave the bodyguards, "with your rowdy friends finally subdued, it seems to fall upon you to reimburse me for the quarterstaff that they snapped in two with their reckless skulls. I quite liked that quarterstaff, you know. Stout, yet light and well balanced. Took me some time to find just the right young tree to carve it from."
The man swallowed nervously.
"Quite a good stave it was," The elf continued merrily, "and it will cost you a pretty penny. Now, I suggest you remove your purse from your person and cast it before me before I decide to give you a taste of the local ash..."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:44 pm
.:Kaliste:. Kaliste quickly climbed into the horses saddle and eased him into a light trot, heading through the forest. The night sky looked down on her, something she liked very much, but she pulled the hood of her white and gold cloak up over her head anyway, in case someone had seen the wanted posters. She could feel Kyrans pent up energy in his stride, and thought of getting him into a full galop, but they were in the forest though, making their speed quite useless.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:51 pm
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(¸.•´ (¸.•`¤.[~] I'm a fountain of blood, in the shape of a girl; [~]
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~~╰╋╮[~] You're the bird on the brim, hypnotized by the whirl... [~]
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[~] Drink me, make me feel real; wet your beak in the stream... [~]
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[~] The game we're playing is life; love is a two way dream... [~]
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==== Accidental Editing of this Post will Render this Post Unavailable Until Restored Back to Original Form. Sorry for This Inconvenience. ====
[~] I'm a tree that grows hearts; one for each that you take... [~]  [~] You're the intruders hand; I'm the branch that you break... [~]
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:52 pm
Dreavin Dreavin, although considered by most of the villagers a local, preferred to camp outside of the village in the surrounding forest. Some nights he would stay at the Tavern in town, but only after a long night of drinking, or if he simply wanted to feel a warm bed instead of the cool comfort of the ground. He puffed on his pipe and moved the rabbit in the fire, he wanted to make sure his meal was fully cooked. He stood up and stretched his arms up to the sky, letting out a long sigh. "*ahhh* I need a softer bed roll!" he said aloud. He then pushed on his chin cracking his neck, all the while his pipe hung loosely on his lips.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 10:59 pm
Nahya Spinebreaker~
Nahya was within proximity to Dreavin, running through the trees in chase of her panther Noksumarl. The black beast had caught the scent of something and was currently running full force towards it. What precisely? Dreavin of course, at least the rabbit close to him. Nahya growled as she bolted after the panther, having noted Noksumarl's laziness when it came to hunting lately, preying on the meals of campers as if she were some beggar. When the tree line broke and the panther appeared in Dreavin's camp, the creature let out a hearty growl; Eyes fixated on Dreavin momentarily before setting her eyes on the cooking rabbit.
"Noksumarl..." Came Nahya's voice as the troll woman leaped through the trees and over the beast, landing before the creatures face and already in the midst of reaching to grab the muzzle.
"Not your food." Spoke Nahya in a serious tone, her amber hues fixated on the giant cat rather than the drow behind her.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:02 pm
.:Kaliste:. Kaliste made her way through the forest, the path memorized. She could hear the fire crackling and her friends low grumblings to himself before she saw him. She and her steed, Kyran, came through the bush and into his clearing without hindrance. "Good evening, Dreavin," she said with a smile. "I brought a pheasant." She slid out of the saddle and pulled the dead bird from her bag. She froze, having been to lost in thought to see the other woman and panther. "Hello."
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:03 pm
Dreavin
Dreavin was shocked at first by the sudden appearance of the panther, and reached for his scimitar, but then the troll woman leaped into the clearing and it was obvious that the panther was hers. He eased his stance and released his grip on his scimitar. "almost need a leash for your cat." he said sarcastically. at that same moment Kaliste joined him for their meal they had planned. he jumped when she started to speak, still caught off guard by the female troll's sudden appearance
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:05 pm
REWARD
1000 SILVER PIECES
FOR THE CAPTURE OF CYAN GREENLEAF
Whistling merrily to himself, Cyan hefted the weighty purse of coin and the bound bundle of fine clothes the man had been wearing when he stumbled into the outlaw's ambuscade. The man was either out to purchase one of the manors in town or on vacation because he was certainly carrying more money than the average traveler. Cyan briefly considered the possibility of taking the man's horse as well, but shrugged the idea away. Naked and broke was enough humiliation for the man. To deny him his horse as well would be an act utterly human in its barbarity.
The outlaw ceased his whistling upon his keen elven ears hearing the trot of an anxious horse beating upon the road through his woods.
Cyan pulled up his hood and seamlessly blended into the forest. He stashed the coin and clothing in one of his nearby hiding spots and with bow drawn and arrow nocked he stole back to the road, hiding to observe who it was that was riding this way.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:11 pm
.:Kaliste:. She really didn't know what to do. She held Kyran's reins tightly, knowing that if the big cat tried much, he would be the first to startle. "Uhm...Good evening," she said, making a quick bow to both cat and master. She glanced at Dreavin questioningly before turning her eyes back to the great cat.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:12 pm
Nahya Spinebreaker~
Nahya froze and turned to meet the figure that spoke about her companion. With a slight smile she glanced at the cat,
"Perhaps he is right Noksumarl." She stated, the cat glancing up with lack of concern. -Almost as if she knew that Nahya would do no such thing. Nahya's amber eyes settled on the drow and the woman who also appeared and had greeted her. Nahya didn't seem to be caught off guard, though there wasn't much to be taken aback with. She noted the drow's startled demeanor and couldn't but chuckle as he jumped to the new woman's words. Once Nahya gained her composure her hand settled on Noksumarl's crown, scratching it lovingly.
"I apologize for disturbing you, Noksumarl has become lazy lately and chooses to prey on other people's food." A frown had overcome her face by this time and the white haired troll would look down at Noksumarl, who followed Nahya's example but only did so to hide shame.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:17 pm
Dreavin "Don't sneak up on me like that!" he playfully yelled at Kaliste, and turned his attention back to the Female Troll, "Oh it is no problem, it's understandable really. I myself prefer to eat at the pup then to hunt." He smiled and winked at Kaliste, he knew that wasn't always the case. "My name is Dreavin Malokin." he said as he bowed slightly.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 11:21 pm
.:Kaliste:. "I'm Kaliste and this is Kyran," she said, gesturing back at the giant black horse who tossed his head worriedly. He was used to Dreavin, but he didn't know this other woman and the panther made him antsy. She kept a firm grip on his reins, keeping his head low so as to keep him from rearing.
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