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 Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:09 pm
The Story of The Lands Long ago, the lands of Nal'Grey were serene and pleasant. The various races and factions that occupied it lived contently with themselves and the other factions that surrounded them. Despite tension between certain races, there was peace. But now those tides have turned, the peace between the races of Nal'Grey is fading fast. The children of the Forlorne family, the royal leaders of the humans, have been kidnapped by unknown forces. These actions leave the family weary of other races. In secret they plan what must be done in order to find the lost children and also plot the list of who can be trusted and who must be marked as an enemy. Also, the story of a legendary object known only as the "Summoner Stone" has reappeared in common conversation. Legend states this stone can grant ultimate power of the elements both known and unknown to the one who wields it. The search for this seemingly 'mythical stone' has caused tensions to grow between the races, each knowing that whoever possesses it will be the most feared if war does break out. The last situation though that plagues the land is a strange disease affectionately dubbed the 'Creeps.' It’s been hoping from place to place, unconcerned with what sort of victims it claims. Those who come in contact with the 'Creeps' either fall severely ill, strangely insane or even face death itself. Is this a man made evil? That's the question on everyone’s mind. The fate of Nal'Grey and its peaceful ways may just come to rest in the hands of some chosen adventurers. Who are they? Take a wild guess... Fantasy/Adventure RP Run
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:13 pm
The Laws They Choose... 1. Obey the Terms of Service.2. Obey the rules of my Role Play.3. There will be no god-modding, killing-blows, tons of auto-hitting, etc. 4. Respect everyone in this Role Play the way you would want to be respected.4. You can be any race you like as long as you're not: - Unstoppable/Invincible (E.X. Titans, Gods, Immortals, etc.)
- Outside the time period (E.X. Aliens, Androids, etc.)
- Any of these iffy creatures (E.X. Vampire, Werewolf, Angel, etc.) ((Sorry guys, but I have yet to come across someone who can play these types decently. But, if you can give me a really good reason and a promise, I’ll probably be able to handle one of these ‘iffy’ types))5. Keep romance PG-13.7. Post your profiles here. Make sure all images are in URL form.8. Have fun!The City Records Form... [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Class:[/b] (Anything you’d like as long as it makes sense)
[b]Occupation:[/b] (Wanderer, crafter, some sort of side job)
[b]Magic:[/b] Yes/No? (Dependant on your class. Not everybody has magic in their veins)
[b]Weapons:[/b] (Most things go. There are guns and bombs here, but more in the old style sense of gunpowder and reloading after every shot)
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b]
[b]Goal:[/b]
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:21 pm
The Adventurers of This Story * = Special Story - This character is doing/or is important in the storyQuote: *Name: Shelden Featherswift
Age: 17
Race: Elf (Wood Elf persuasion, to be exact)
Gender: Male
Class: Mage
Occupation: Wander and Tailor
Magic: Yes
Weapons: He carries a sort of staff that has a bladed tip at the top. The headpiece of the staff seems like a dream catcher with various rings and a few long feathers. In the middle is a gem, ruby red colored and held in place by an entwinement of thin, yet magically imbued threads. The handle itself is properly carved wood from a tree of the ancient groves, decorated with elaborate patterns up and down the shaft. He also carries a very large leather-bound tome at his side, carried by a leather strap. It has special silver plating protecting the corners and edges of the binding.
Appearance: Shelden has brownish-red hair that slicks forward from the back of his head and spikes towards the front, along with chocolate brown eyes. He has a slim and lanky build and stands a little bit shorter than a normal elf his age. He normally wears robes colored black and grey (out to in). He wears simple black cloth pants underneath and brown knee high leather boots and brown leather gloves.
Personality: Shelden is a bit akward and strange. Though he gets confused sometimes, he is nice, save for his short-temper, and tries to use his common sense when it seems most sensible.
History: Shelden's been traveling by himself for a while, thrown out of his home amongst the elves because he had the powers of a mage and had a tendency to burn the trees down a lot. On his travels he eventually found another mage (or wizard as he referred to himself) who taught him enough to control his powers. Eventually the wizard did something stupid (he was a little crazy) and disappeared, leaving Shelden by himself to wander. He's decided he's going to find the Summoner's Stone and try not to get infected by the 'Creeps' if he can help it. Quote: Name: Sora Umiizu Azora
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Bender (Water)
Occupation: Lake/Water Tour Guide (Boat Fare Guide)
Magic: Yes (Kinda)
Weapons: A pack of water cleverly hidden behind his back (under his tunic)
Appearance: A sky blue tunic comes to above his knee, cargo pants hidden slightly by his tunic, a white color, as sheen length boots cover swift feet. Blonde spiky haired covers sapphire eyes as tanned skin hides a fierce temperment when forced to fight. A pair of white gloves he removes when he becomes seirious.
Personality: Calm like the waters, but can turn fierce like the sea when provoked, not known for his battling bending, though those who have fought him have never been found breathing air. Becomes oddly hyper when it rains, rather cranky when a drought it about, or near, and almost 'high' when a good thunder storm is about to roll in.
History: Comming from a long like of water benders he holds a type of bending not seen in many at any time, his fathers at one time known as 'Rivers of power'. Though not keen to fighting he surprsingly excells in it. Quote: Name: Saisei
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Class: Thief
Occupation: Thief. People call her the Thief Queen
Magic: Sort of, not magic per se, more like tricks.
Weapons: Saisei uses a long damascus sword and two daggers. She is proficient in using a bow as well and most any other kind of melee weapon.
Appearance: Saisei has golden tanned skin and gray/blue eyes. She stands somewhere between 5'7" and 5'8" with long lanky limbs and a strong, feminine face. Her hair is wavy, and is blonde and white, mostly white. She carries herself like royalty, but also like an animal who is ready to kill at any given moment. She has a scar under her right eye that goes down to her jaw and has to crossing marks in it. She usually wears a gold breast plate, a golden cuff of a snake on her upper arm, a tiara with an eye of Horus on it, a black skirt, golden sandals, a black coat-ish thing, and a solid white hooded cape.
Personality: Saisei has a complex where she doesn't believe she needs anyone and is ready to stand on her own. She trusts only those who are in her bandit group, but that's actually no longer an option. She is far more mature than her age, and is quiet nine out of ten times. She always seems to be lost in thought, and when she has something to say, she says it. When lost in the heat of battle, she goes a little mad and goes into a state of berserk...
History:Saisei is the orphaned daughter of a once powerful Pharaoh of The Wastes, her mother died when she was born, and her father was assassinated in front of her when she was fifteen. Saisei wandered the Wastes for a year before she was found by the Thief King, Bakura, and taken in. She quickly became Bakura's favorite, and rose to his equal, and eventually his lover, in the gang. Ever the spawn of misfortune, after a raid on a foreign camp, one of the men came back sick with the "Creeps". The sickness soon spread, killing all but herself, Bakura, and three of their men. What was terrible though, was the sickness drove the men to a point of insanity and sickness that it was more merciful to kill them, and when Bakura could not, Saisei took it upon herself to do it. They fled their hideout, and migrated to a town, where an ambush by a rival group took the lives of the three men left, and mortally wounded Bakura. Saisei blamed herself for not being able to protect him and after he died in her arms, in her sorrow and mourning, she carved the same scar he had on his face into her flesh. After Saisei found a beautiful burial spot in The Wastes where an alien patch of clover gre, Saisei left the continent of The Wastes, having nothing left to tie her there, and travelled to the land of Nal'Gray, hoping for a new beginning, and a powerful priest to ressurect her lost life. Saisei herself has developed a terrible cough and a pain in her chest that will leave her hurting and gasping for air... Quote: ~Name: Lysander Brandel
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Occupation: Paladin and Royal knight
Magic: Yes, small amount of healing and defensive holy magic.
Weapons: A large sturdy tower shield, and a blessed, hand and a half, long sword, he aquired from the high priest after his paladin training was completed.
Appearance: Lysander had been a strong boy since he was born, born to be a knight, he is aroung 6' tall and has an average looking build. Her wears a traditional knights tunic and slacks. He is always found wearing his Paladin armor which was also blessed when he finished his training, it is a sturdy metal able to reflect even the strongest of blades and magic. It is white gold in colour with gold coloured trim. A thin fitting chestplate and round shoulder gaurds, the left side larger and running down his arm more for extra defence. He wears large gauntlets of the same colour and sturdiness. He wears plated knee high buckled boots also in the same fashion. His tasset runs down to his the side of his knees, which is wear the end of his tunic, which has the Forlorne Family signia on it. He has a long white cape running down behind him with the same signia. His chainmail armoring is of a bright silver links. Lysander has dark blond hair which is short, shaggy and unkept. And a clean shave to acompany it. His deep blue eyes could render almost anyone at ease. His appearance is a reasurance to any greaving heart.
Personality: Lysander has always been a noble and just soul since he was born. He will always uphold justice and fight every form of evil. He vowed to do so on his fathers grave. He has a sunny dispostion to him and is always kind. Even in the darkest times, you can still find him smilling. His personality gives people hope.
History:He grew up in a poor knight family. Even tho he was still young, and unable to become a full fledged knight, he found ways to keep the good even as a squire for a noble paladin. He had a knack for putting common criminals and theives to justice when he quickly became an apprentice knight, trying to become a great man like his farther. Soon tho, at the age of 16, his father died in battle. And his mother soon died after from the dreaded 'Creeps' and emotional sickness. When he was left alone, he would not steal nor murder for money. He was found by the high priest during one of his walks to the outside of the city. Lysander was fighting off some blood thirsty wild wolves, who were attacking a poor woman and her child. He fought viliantly with the swordsman ship he knew, even if his weapon was a stick and a barrel top. The priest and his two body guards quickly help save the woman and child, aswell as Lysander. The priest found out quickly from Lysander of his family and ancestery. Lysander soon became an apprentice paladin. After two years of training and long hours of prayer. Lysander was soon dubbed by the priest a royal knight and paladin. Lysander had more light power then most paladins could ever dream of. Lysander could do more them simply recover his wounds and heal quickly in battle. He could manifest holy powers to heal others, and even put up small barriers to block attacks and magic. He was told soon that the Forlorne family children were kidnapped. Lysander was immediatly ordered to seek them otu and return them home unharmed at all costs. He quickly left on his mission, even tho that this mission was of upmost importance, Lysander always found himself helping those in need on his way. Quote: Name: Magdalena Nightmaiden
Age:20
Race: Owl Changeling
Gender: Female
Class: wanderer
Occupation: messenger/watcher
Magic: yes, shapeshifting
Weapons: none
Appearance: Magdalena as a human looks as a 20 year old young lady. Her hair flows down her back, a shimmering black with white specks, like stars shining in the midnight sky. Her eyes are a crystal clear blue, always searching, and seem to hold a wisdom within them that is incomprehensible. She usually wears simple white robes and black pants. She goes everywhere barefoot, unless otherwise persuaded. In which case, she wears a pair of tan sandals. She has a gentle face, often giving the impression of an innocent and defenseless girl.
Personality Magdalena is a gentle spirit, but not foolish. She is wise to almost everything around her, and can usually tell a person's quality upon seeing them. She is strong willed and kind, however she fights to survive, if she fights at all. She can be vicious and seem as a villain during her 'dark' periods. She also enjoys playing tricks or games with people, sometimes stealing small things from them as a small animal.
History: Magdalena was taught the ways of shapeshifting when she was but three years old. Her clan is that of Owls, and so an owl is what she is as, most of the time. When she was 10 her clan was wasted by the 'Creeps' while she and her uncle were away, training in a far-away lagoon. Since then, she's kept up with her training, while servicing as a messenger. All the while, she's kept an eye out for the Creeps, seeking a way to destroy them. Quote: Name: -
Age: about 25
Race: Ex-human
Gender: Male
Class: Fallen Paladin
Occupation: Cadaver
Magic: Yes, though it has been corrupted
Weapons: none as of right now
Appearance: Imagine a living cadaver, about six feet tall with still-rotting flesh and muscle clinging to it's bones. Their head hairless except for a few tuffs of black still stuck to it. A tattered shirt and pants cling to their person and a large mark from a rope around their neck where they bled.
Personality: What can be said for the personality of the living dead? That they're evil? Savage? None of this is true, and yet it is, especially with one who still has free will.
History: The only thing he can remember is a burning sensation around his neck and the inability to breathe... a deep seated rage against the so called 'order' that had abandoned him, though he knows not what order it was. Quote: Name: Envy Malestorm
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Class: Worrior
Occupation: Archer
Magic: Yes, (worrior type magic that's mostly fire and earth based, with a minor ability to heal.)
Weapons: Long bow, Short bow, a sword that is usually kept within her quiver of arrows, and twin daggers
Appearance: Envy stands at 5'11" And has a lean almost frail looking build that hides her true strength. Unlike almost all blue eyed blonde elves Envy has green gold eyes and hair so black that in certain lights it looks blue. She can generally be found wearing light armor that is generally hidden under a long black cloak. She also wears a silver chain around her neck that holds a silver ring.
Personality: She is quiet and generally only speaks when she feels it's important. Other then that she is a pleasant person, but most people wouldn't think so because she's so silent.
History: When Envy was born she had black hair and gold green eyes, which in her clan, had never been seen before. So her mother gave her the proud name of Envy, telling her that she'd be the Envy of all the other females. As time passed Envy lived up to her name, inspireing envy in several clan members. Her father decided to teach her how to hunt and she took to it quickly learning both the long and short bow quickly. Once she'd learned that, the then taught her to be a worrior. The Elders didn't like this however because with a bow she could defend herself, and the clan had never had a female worrior before.
Her father taught her anyway and she got to be a decent worrior. However soon members of her clan were getting sick, and going mad. A wandering traveler had brought a sickness with him ans infected the others. It effected her entire clan, except for her. So now she's looking for the cause of what is now known as the creep, that way, whatever it is, she can put a stop to it. Quote: * Name: Syaoran Moeroo
Age: 22
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Bard
Occupation: Entertainer
Magic: In a way
Weapons: A flute crafted from a rare wood enfused with arcane magic, a short sword hidden in his outfit incase thigns get 'rough'
Appearance: Syaoran stands tall at 6'1" and has long crimson hair that hangs low to his waist, his eyes share the color and give off an unerveing sensation if you stare into them. He commonly wears a pair of expensive traveling robes, gold, green, and crimson woven into them. Atop his head rests a hat of a simular design, a crimson plume lineing against the right side of the hat and riseing up slightly behind his head.
Personality: Syaoran is a bard, he loves his work as an entertainer and loves the money he makes even more. Some think he's somewhat of a coward, and in truth he freezes up if it's his neck on the line.
History: -
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:07 pm
Name: Sora Umiizu Azora
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Bender (Water)
Occupation: Lake/Water Tour Guide (Boat Fare Guide)
Magic: Yes (Kinda)
Weapons: A pack of water cleverly hidden behind his back (under his tunic)
Appearance: A sky blue tunic comes to above his knee, cargo pants hidden slightly by his tunic, a white color, as sheen length boots cover swift feet. Blonde spiky haired covers sapphire eyes as tanned skin hides a fierce temperment when forced to fight. A pair of white gloves he removes when he becomes seirious.
Personality: Calm like the waters, but can turn fierce like the sea when provoked, not known for his battling bending, though those who have fought him have never been found breathing air. Becomes oddly hyper when it rains, rather cranky when a drought it about, or near, and almost 'high' when a good thunder storm is about to roll in.
History:
Comming from a long like of water benders he holds a type of bending not seen in many at any time, his fathers at one time known as 'Rivers of power'. Though not keen to fighting he surprsingly excells in it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 7:32 pm
Name:
Saisei
Age:
19
Race:
Human
Gender:
Female
Class:
Thief
Occupation:
Thief. People call her the Thief Queen
Magic:
Sort of, not magic per se, more like tricks.
Weapons:
Saisei uses a long damascus sword and two daggers. She is proficient in using a bow as well and most any other kind of melee weapon.
Appearance:
Saisei has golden tanned skin and gray/blue eyes. She stands somewhere between 5'7" and 5'8" with long lanky limbs and a strong, feminine face. Her hair is wavy, and is blonde and white, mostly white. She carries herself like royalty, but also like an animal who is ready to kill at any given moment. She has a scar under her right eye that goes down to her jaw and has to crossing marks in it. She usually wears a gold breast plate, a golden cuff of a snake on her upper arm, a tiara with an eye of Horus on it, a black skirt, golden sandals, a black coat-ish thing, and a solid white hooded cape.
Personality:
Saisei has a complex where she doesn't believe she needs anyone and is ready to stand on her own. She trusts only those who are in her bandit group, but that's actually no longer an option. She is far more mature than her age, and is quiet nine out of ten times. She always seems to be lost in thought, and when she has something to say, she says it. When lost in the heat of battle, she goes a little mad and goes into a state of berserk...
History:
Saisei is the orphaned daughter of a once powerful Pharaoh of The Wastes, her mother died when she was born, and her father was assassinated in front of her when she was fifteen. Saisei wandered the Wastes for a year before she was found by the Thief King, Bakura, and taken in. She quickly became Bakura's favorite, and rose to his equal, and eventually his lover, in the gang. Ever the spawn of misfortune, after a raid on a foreign camp, one of the men came back sick with the "Creeps". The sickness soon spread, killing all but herself, Bakura, and three of their men. What was terrible though, was the sickness drove the men to a point of insanity and sickness that it was more merciful to kill them, and when Bakura could not, Saisei took it upon herself to do it. They fled their hideout, and migrated to a town, where an ambush by a rival group took the lives of the three men left, and mortally wounded Bakura. Saisei blamed herself for not being able to protect him and after he died in her arms, in her sorrow and mourning, she carved the same scar he had on his face into her flesh. After Saisei found a beautiful burial spot in The Wastes where an alien patch of clover gre, Saisei left the continent of The Wastes, having nothing left to tie her there, and travelled to the land of Nal'Gray, hoping for a new beginning, and a powerful priest to ressurect her lost life. Saisei herself has developed a terrible cough and a pain in her chest that will leave her hurting and gasping for air...
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:15 pm
Name: Lysander Brandel
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Occupation: Paladin and Royal knight
Magic: Yes, small amount of healing and defensive holy magic.
Weapons: A large sturdy tower shield, and a blessed, hand and a half, long sword, he aquired from the high priest after his paladin training was completed.
Appearance: Lysander had been a strong boy since he was born, born to be a knight, he is aroung 6' tall and has an average looking build. Her wears a traditional knights tunic and slacks. He is always found wearing his Paladin armor which was also blessed when he finished his training, it is a sturdy metal able to reflect even the strongest of blades and magic. It is white gold in colour with gold coloured trim. A thin fitting chestplate and round shoulder gaurds, the left side larger and running down his arm more for extra defence. He wears large gauntlets of the same colour and sturdiness. He wears plated knee high buckled boots also in the same fashion. His tasset runs down to his the side of his knees, which is wear the end of his tunic, which has the Forlorne Family signia on it. He has a long white cape running down behind him with the same signia. His chainmail armoring is of a bright silver links. Lysander has dark blond hair which is short, shaggy and unkept. And a clean shave to acompany it. His deep blue eyes could render almost anyone at ease. His appearance is a reasurance to any greaving heart.
Personality: Lysander has always been a noble and just soul since he was born. He will always uphold justice and fight every form of evil. He vowed to do so on his fathers grave. He has a sunny dispostion to him and is always kind. Even in the darkest times, you can still find him smilling. His personality gives people hope.
History:He grew up in a poor knight family. Even tho he was still young, and unable to become a full fledged knight, he found ways to keep the good even as a squire for a noble paladin. He had a knack for putting common criminals and theives to justice when he quickly became an apprentice knight, trying to become a great man like his farther. Soon tho, at the age of 16, his father died in battle. And his mother soon died after from the dreaded 'Creeps' and emotional sickness. When he was left alone, he would not steal nor murder for money. He was found by the high priest during one of his walks to the outside of the city. Lysander was fighting off some blood thirsty wild wolves, who were attacking a poor woman and her child. He fought viliantly with the swordsman ship he knew, even if his weapon was a stick and a barrel top. The priest and his two body guards quickly help save the woman and child, aswell as Lysander. The priest found out quickly from Lysander of his family and ancestery. Lysander soon became an apprentice paladin. After two years of training and long hours of prayer. Lysander was soon dubbed by the priest a royal knight and paladin. Lysander had more light power then most paladins could ever dream of. Lysander could do more them simply recover his wounds and heal quickly in battle. He could manifest holy powers to heal others, and even put up small barriers to block attacks and magic. He was told soon that the Forlorne family children were kidnapped. Lysander was immediatly ordered to seek them otu and return them home unharmed at all costs. He quickly left on his mission, even tho that this mission was of upmost importance, Lysander always found himself helping those in need on his way.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 12:13 pm
Name: Magdalena Nightmaiden
Age:20
Race: Owl Changeling
Gender: Female
Class: wanderer
Occupation: messenger/watcher
Magic: yes, shapeshifting
Weapons: none
Appearance: Magdalena as a human looks as a 20 year old young lady. Her hair flows down her back, a shimmering black with white specks, like stars shining in the midnight sky. Her eyes are a crystal clear blue, always searching, and seem to hold a wisdom within them that is uncomprehensible. She usually wears simple white robes and black pants. She goes everywhere barefoot, unless otherwise persuaded. In which case, she wears a pair of tan sandals. She has a gentle face, often giving the impression of an innocent and defenseless girl.
Personality Magdalena is a gentle spirit, but not foolish. She is wise to almost everything around her, and can usually tell a person's quality upon seeing them. She is strong willed and kind, however she fights to survive, if she fights at all. She can be vicious and seem as a villain durring her 'dark' periods. She also enjoys playing tricks or games with people, sometimes stealing small things from them as a small animal.
History: Magdalena was taught the ways of shapeshifting when she was but three years old. Her clan is that of Owls, and so an owl is what she is as, most of the time. When she was 10 her clan was waisted by the 'Creeps' while she and her uncle were away, training in a far-away lagoon. Since then, she's kept up with her training, while servicing as a messenger. All the while, she's kept an eye out for the Creeps, seeking a way to destroy them.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 2:51 pm
((Yay! Alright, let's get this rolling er something, alright?!))
It was an unnaturally harsh winter day, snow covering all the land and the ankles of anyone who dared to walk in it. Nearby was a little town known as Felshire, meekly populated and not really designed for living. Its purpose rather, was to serve as a safe haven for travelers in between routes of travel. Then inn was always open and ready to house and feed any adventure that passed its way.
Shelden was sitting inside as close to the fire place as he could manage without setting his robes on fire. His gloves were off and tucked away safety inside his robes, his hands held out towards the heat as he tried to warm them. He was still shivering slightly, just having come in moments before from outside.
"Brrr... stupid winter... snow... not fun..." He grumbled under his breath, blowing into his palms and rubbing them together before turning them back towards the fire.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:11 pm
Snow, there was always something magical about it. However, to a bender of it's orginal form snow was but another weapon at times. Blonde hair seeming to blend with the flakes of white as a white tunic and brown pack bounced slightly as a figure trudged through the snow. The white powder moving before him, forming a path.
Glancing at a small light in the far off distance, he changed his direction, a dark blue scarf and cloak covering his head and upper body as he came closer, the path now a few feet from the smll inn, he gave a small sigh of relief.
Opening the door quickly and shutting it with the same speed he shook the snow from himself, the water lifting itself and slowly vanished into his pack. With a motion of his hand. Looking about he set his things down near the front desk, as he waited for service. He'd stay the night, his feet tired from the long travel. God how he missed the warm monthes, where he could run his boat business.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:00 pm
In the breezy skies, seemingly oblivious to the chills brought on by the snows, flew an owl named after the very weather she flew in. A shimmering white snow owl, as pure white as the untouched and unsoiled snow which blanketed the lands. Unlike all others, it would seem, the owl loved this weather above all else. The gentle breeze guided her to a lonely and dying tree, where the owl may rest her wary wings.
Carefully, Magdalena tucked sharp talons around the branch, she moved a bit of parchment from her right foot to her beak. A letter she was to deliver to an Innkeeper, so near yet so far, now nestled itself in the wary air of the chilly day, dangling like a dead mouse from Magdalena's beak. She'd been flying for so long, and she was hungry. With greatful eyes she spotted the Inn.
~At last~ she thought. She removed the parchment from her beak back to her right foot and took flight. Landing on the window sill, she pecked at the glass. The Inn keeper opened up for her and took the message, then let the owl to be. Magdalena flew over towards Sheldren, deciding he was the closest perch to the fire, and so landed on his head. Her feet began to warm nicely, and Magdalena was greatful. Right then, she began preening her feathers, getting rid of all the snow and twigs that had found themselves on her and dropped them onto Sheldren's head and around his person.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:36 pm
Sora blinked and smiled as he handed over the gold, and recieved a key in return. He'd rest the night and be on his way, though he had to stop and look at the rather odd sight of the bird atop a boy's head, cleaning it self.
With a small chuckle he headed over to the boy cocking a head a moment before, turning towards the stairs up to his new resting place. The sound of swishing water following him as he drug his pack up the stairs, silently groaning at each one.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:12 pm
Name: -
Age: about 25
Race: Ex-human
Gender: Male
Class: Fallen Paladin
Occupation: Cadaver
Magic: Yes, though it has been corrupted
Weapons: none as of right now
Appearance: Imagine a living cadaver, about six feet tall with still-rotting flesh and muscle clinging to it's bones. Their head hairless except for a few tuffs of black still stuck to it. A tattered shirt and pants cling to their person, and a large mark from a rope around their neck where they bled.
Personality: What can be said for the personality of the living dead? That they're evil? Savage? None of this is true, and yet it is, especially with one who still has free will.
History: The only thing he can remember is a burning sensation around his neck and the inability to breathe... a deep seated rage against the so called 'order' that had abbanoned him, though he knows not what order it was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:24 pm
"Uhh..." came a deep groan at the continued patter of rain from above. It was dark.... "Wh... who... where?..." came the deep voice again, rhaspy. The patter grew louder and louder by the minute, soon it sounded like it was hitting right above him. Light and mud poured though the space between the wooden boards. He coughed as some landed in his throat, though he could still breathe.... wait... breathe? He wasn't breatheing at all... was that normal? what was normal? what was breatheing for that matter? or mud? He shook his head lightly as he pushed at the boards, trying to get out.
A light yell escaped his throat before he shoved hard and one of the boards snapped. Slowly he tried to climb out, his limbs felt weak... weight down with the pounds of useless flesh that still clung to him. He collapsed on the ground after only getting half way out. Suddenly an elderly woman shrieked nearby and ran hysterrically towards the distant town. Slowly the cadaver climbed the rest of the way out and followed her slowly, limping. He wanted... needed help, though he didn't know how to ask for it... nor what help was in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:29 pm
Floating through the hallway to the seperate rooms like a spectre, Saisei held her chest and had one thought on her mind: mint leaves. She had a cup of hot water steaming in her room, now all she needed was some mint to soothe her throat. Her illness seemed to be getting worse. All she could think of was her's and Bakura's men, and thinking that just brought up cold and distant memories of her lost love. She coughed hard for a moment, then continued on, hoping that it was easier to find mint in the Noth...
She looked innapropriatly dressed for such a cold area, her clothes seemingly more desert worthy. Her face was an empty mask, framed by white and blonde locks, with intense blue-gray eyes. Being from a place that valued water over gold, her sensitiveness to it was almost astounding. She looked up to see a blonde boy walking by her. She held out her hand.
"Excuse me," she interjected, her voice rich and exotic, "I don't suppose you'd happen to know if the kitchen downstairs has or sells fresh mint leaves, would you?"
Her face was calm, but under her skin, the will of a weary soul was affecting her body.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:33 pm
Sora blinked, looking the girl over once before taking the question in. A look of hard concintraition on his face as he began to think aloud.
"Mints...mints...hum....oh!"
He exclaimed a little louder then he wanted, as he dug through his pack, a small jar came flying forth, though he managed to catch it before it hit the ground. With a small sigh he held out the jar to the girl grinning slightly nervously.
"These kind of mints?"
He asked as inside the slightly aged jar, contained a good amount of the green herb, if one were to look with in his pack, they could tell he was well stocked in many herbs, almost as if he traveled the lands collecting them.
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