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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:07 am
Once the lives of our town started to come together was the moment we knew it was ready to take on a new age. Except, we weren't sure what age that would be. Creation or Destruction? We wish for our eutopia to be creation, we have no ruling monarchs or bodies, only the Knights, Scouts, and Marines are the ones that hold our safety in their hands. They are the ones that protect us while the majority rules. We have no leader, only dreams to guide us. If this is ourdownfall or greatest accomplishement, let it be so.
But let us begin the story, the future, present, and past. Let us tell our stories and begin our lives...
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 12:17 pm
 ❀Xenia Fedora ❀ ✐ Cobwebs lines corners of the area along dusty bottles and old shelves. Potions and ingredients lined the shelves, the inside of the shop not looking like someplace where you would grab an ingredient unless you knew exactly what you were doing. No, this was more of a place where you would ask the owner what you wanted and she would retrieve it for you. Not only in that but multiple books lined the shelves with a couple doors in the back of the room. One door led to upstairs where she mainly lived at and the other door led to her study. Where she would predict futures and perform spells out of watching eyes.
Witches weren't something that the people of Veridian appreciated nor really cared for. Sure, there was some people who treated them no different then anyone else. But it is always easier to pretend you are a normal person, so that's what she did. But Xenia was one who preferred to keep to her own places where she felt comfortable; nature and her home. If she traveled somewhere else it had to be absolute necessity.
Xenia's pale hand brushed a page to the other side of the book as she sat in a larger stool with her feet lazily propped up on the rungs. Business was pretty slow today, but that was fine with her in all honesty. She didn't need busy business to get a good day, just a relaxing day was all she really needed and desired. Sure it was lonely sometimes, but that's okay. ☆
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 2:46 pm
Dreavin Malokin-=Guild Captain=-  It was a normal day at the Guild, Knights were going about their duties, citizens filled the main hall and the Guild Clerks office was of course filled with people. But high up in one of the towers of the Guild castle, sat a frustrated Drow pouring over papers and documents. Dreavin Malokin, the first Drow Elf to be appointed the Guild Captain in the History of the Veridian Knights Guild, sat behind a large wooden desk, papers pilled up on all sides. He read over a handfull of release forms, for minor criminals. Why release these people, they will just be back in a few days... he thought to him self as he signed one of the forms and placed it on a pile of papers. Dreavin looked up from his work to a knock at the door "Enter." he said as the door swung open and a young knight walked in with another stack of papers in her hand. "More Scouting reports sir." she said as she stood at attention before him. Dreavin merely nodded and waved his hand at the pile of papers already on his desk "Just place them anywhere you can, and take these back down to the clerk." he handed her a stack of papers, she saluted and turned on here heel leaving Dreavin to his work once again. When the door closed behind her, Dreavin set the papers he was reading down and rubbed his eyes before standing up to walk across his office to an open window. He leaned out the window and looked at the town below, the city he called home had grown since he first came here. He smiled and squinted his eyes as he looked up at the glaring sun. He needed a break, hell we was Guild Captain he could take a break when ever he liked! He pushed off the window sill and grabbed a cloak that hung on the other wall, tied it around his shoulders fastening it to his chain mail armor and stepped out of his office.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:25 pm
Jungen stepped off his ship: 'The Maiden'. He took long, spaced out steps through the docks, with his pistol dangling from his waist. He looked at the dock workers, jumping at them and making them flinch.He walked down to the end of the docks, looking for somewhere to get a new sail. He lost one on the seas after a recent storm. The townsfolk looked at him and avoided eye contact.He smirked, still seraching.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:42 pm
█████████Marcus "Leo" Falcarda█████████    ╔════════════════════════════════════╗
"........."A shift of movement every so often, the bed was comfortable enough. It did creak down every now and again, but was more or less fine. Hazy eyed, he refused to get up at the moment."......"Another turn, he shifted his entire body to face the ceiling."Caw!"He lifted up right, at his open window sat a crow, it refused to fly onward and continued cawing. Eventually he got up and went to the window, the sudden movement did in fact spook the creature away. Fully awake now, Leon took his sword up in hand and placed it neatly on himself.
"Be careful with your cold hands lad."A voice, old yet kind rang truthfully in his ear. It was one only he could hear and not of anyone in the room. He was the only one there, no, it came from the blade itself. Rather than arguing, Leon simply nodded his respects and understanding. Out the door he went and onto the cobble stone streets of Veridian. His pace was controlled yet steady, to keep from holding anyone behind him up, but take time in his own thoughts; content as his mind seemed.
╚════════════════════════════════════╝ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒Theme >  < Song▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒  
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:07 am
 ◆Mario Trento◆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Mario was in his quarters resting from his last quest that the rich had sent him out on. The quest was to slay some troublesome bandits that had been roaming the forest area. It was not a difficult task for him to accomplish, but the trip was long and the weather was against him. That was what made the quest difficult for him. When he had returned from his quest, he did not rest right away, and rather he cleaning his armor and weapons, to prevent them from rusting. When he had finished that, he finally allowed himself some rest.
He always had to take rest when he could; the rich always had another quest for him, the next day. It seemed that the rich always seemed to get themselves into much trouble each day. It was all quiet in his room, the birds were quite and the people outside did not drag their feet, and did not step on any leaves. He finally achieved some peaceful he needed for the future quests he will endure. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛   ۞Soulless- How can I be without it, if I never had it.۞
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:25 am
Dreavin Malokin-=Guild Captain=- Dreavin made his way down a small passage that lead down a spiraling flight of stairs. As he descended the stairs became wider as he neared the bottom of the tower, soon he could hear voices from the other knights in this part of the castle. The stairs ended on a large landing that was the second story to a large circular room, he turned and walked to the raining and looked down into the giant hall. Large stone pillars lined the area and the ceiling, walls and floor were decorated in beautiful stone tile. The designs on the ceiling were portraits of epic battles and stories from long ago, on the far wall he could see a line of pictures telling a tale of a massive battle between man and the races of the Underworld, Dreavin could see depictions of Drow, and his heart sank. "Captain sir! Good day to you." Dreavin snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a young red haired knight standing at attention next to the railing. Dreavin smiled and saluted the young man, the boy nodded and went back to what he was doing. Dreavin walked around the landing until he came to another staircase that lead to the ground floor. He made his way out of the hall and out into a large courtyard that was the center of the Guild Castle. His eyes strained at the exposure to sunlight, he felt slightly sick, but it didn't bother him, sun sickness was a normal feeling for him now. The court yard was filled with knights and citizens of Veridian, horse drawn carriages and traveling traders were here too, possibly gathering permits and licenses to sell their wares. Dreavin briskly walked through the courtyard, knights would stop and salute as he passed, he would either pass them by or give them a quick salute in response. When he came to the main entrance hall he picked up his step, Don't make eye contact... don't make eye contact, he thought as he passed by the Guild clerks, "OHHH Guild captain sir!" Dreavin stopped and cringed, as a fair looking elven woman called to him from behind the long counter separating the clerks from the lines of citizens. She had long blonde hair, pieces of vine and flowers were woven in her hair, she looked to him with piercing blue eyes. "Oh Guild Captain sir! Sir... sir... sir?" She kept trying to get his attention and Dreavin slowly turned on his heel, turning his frown into a smile the moment he made eye contact with her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:48 pm
█████████Marcus "Leo" Falcarda█████████    ╔════════════════════════════════════╗
A little way into the courtyard, by a nearby fountain, a being had been quite active. More so since the early morn and now into the time of when people sought to actually wake up. He had been out, even before the sun rose, exercising like crazy. Stacking heavy stone blocks was indeed an incredible feat, but to commit to it for hours was inhuman at best.
When he finally stopped, it was more so to stretch and get kinks out. His feet walked along the street, still filled with good energy for usage of today. With his arms held together in a clasp behind his head he simply strolled about. Today seemed uneventful at best, perhaps he could find some rumors that would peak his interest. It was best to give it a try at least, no point in wasting away on nothing.
He passed by another, a man in red. The very air around the male was warm, heated almost. However, neither met the other in a gaze; instead, going about their own business. He didn't even give them man much second thought as he took in the view of many other people that passed his line of vision. No, there really wasn't much left to today as of yet; more so just a quick relaxing moment before things sped up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 8:07 pm
] ❀Xenia Fedora ❀ ✐ Nonchalant cglances filled the window outside as she kept making eyecontact with it each time she got to a break in her book. Today was so strange... not customers? I didn't make any sense. Usually she'd have some type of customer by now, even if was just a passer-by child or a lovesick man or or woman in need of a love charm or potion. Those situations were always interesting.
Love potions were a touchy subject. She could make a permanent one if she wanted or temporary. But she always judges the person recieving said potion and ask for their story. If she felt it was a good love, she would make the appropriate length. Yet bad love never really made it that far or was given a sucessful potion. Forced love was always a touchy subject, ad subject almost touchier than poisons. Yet poisons were different, everyone had to go sometime.
Closing the book in front of her face, she placed it to her side and slowly traveled across the store until placing it on the shelf. Her fingertip ran along the binding, reading the edge that read, "Dulce Decorem". It was a read no less, but it wasn't the most interesting thing ever. ☆
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:39 pm
Que Sera, Sera...  Melantha strolled down the main street. It felt good to smell some fresh air. She counted the seconds before she had to go to work. Let's see... Whats something fun to do? Anytime Melantha could spend away from doing what she had to was treasured by her.
Suddenly, her eyes fell upon the Apothecary shop. This could be fun. She smirked as she walked up to the shop. She saw the girl in the window and stared. Her eyes were amazing. Melantha tapped on the glass and waved to the girl. She promptly walked up to the door and came in the store. Excuse me? she said with a smile. ...Whatever will be, will be
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:36 pm
❀Xenia Fedora ❀ ✐ Tap, tap, tap!
Immediately the rapping on the window caused the witch to avert her gaze away from the book. Her eyes stared over at the redhead in the window and she smiled a little back at her. Finally, there was something to do today. Her curiosity was brimming with thoughts though, was she a window-shopper or actually here interested in her wares? Well, there was only one way to find out.
As she opened the door with a creak and the bell hanging from the door ring and she stood in the middle of the room, watching the attractive woman walk through. "Hello, there. How may I help you today?" She asked with a voice brimming with anticipation. Her arms were resting on her shoulders, sitting there with a normal stance with her hip off to the side.
Everything was already prepped and ready to be constructed on how the buyer wanted. Shelves lined the walls and a chandelier of candles swung a little when the wind hit it with flickering flames. The lighting of the place was dim with just the one window and candle lights. Dust was collecting on shelves with an ornate rug of rouge was swirled on the floor. ☆
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 12:00 am
Que Sera, Sera... Melantha smiled. Ahhhh, Im just browsing. Blowing off some time before work. Plenty of time to spare before work. She put her hands behind her back and began looking at the merchandise. So many potions and concoctions... She grinned. I'm beginning to like this place. She glanced back at the shopkeeper.
So Shopkeep, She stopped walking and looked at the stranger. Tell me about yourself. How did Miss Pretty Blue Eyes come to own such a nice establishment like this? ...Whatever will be, will be
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 12:19 am
Jurgen eyed a small girl enter the Apothecary, he could see two slim figures chatting. A devilish, yellow grin spread across his face. Women, he thought this should be easy. He crouched down, and stuck the the walls of other buildings, keeping out of site from on lookers. When he reached the Apothecary, Jurgen peered into the door, eyeing the women's belts for bags, or coin sacks. He gripped his flint-lock pistol, keeping only his head in the doorway.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 12:39 am
Archer Lyskel
Travelling Merchant Archer yawned, stretching to relieve some of the fatigue from the journey. He had just arrived into Veridian town, Amethyst eagerly pulling the heavy cart with impatience, she knew a clean bed and fresh hay was just a little while away. Archer took a deep breath, enjoying the smells and sounds of the town. Not for the first time, it reminded him of his hometown, but this place was the closest thing to home now for this travelling merchant. He looked around and glanced faces he recognised and some he would prefer to avoid, best not get into trouble moments after arriving. He noticed the streets were less dense than last he visited the town but shrugged the thought away, there may just be something happening elsewhere.
"Where shall I stay this time" Archer wondered excitedly. He had stayed in almost every establishment in the town and enjoyed most of them; usually not favouring one over the other, but taking it in turns to stay in each one. Encouraging Amethyst through the streets, Archer hungrily thought about the hot meal that awaited him, the first hot meal in weeks.
There was no hot meals when camping in the wilderness, on the way from town to town. Fires attracted bandits, an unwelcome foe. Not only were bandits extremely good at what they did, but more often than not goods were damaged or destroyed in the encounter, and that meant less profit.
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