She thanked me and took some fish. I didn't really pay much attention to her. I was a loner and preferred it that way.I was not very good at social interaction so I sat silently while I ate my fish. The herb tasted delicious on the fish and I was very satisfied with myself. I began to wonder how this girl ended up here and eventually I decided I ought ask. "So who hit you on the head?" I asked.
She thanked me and took some fish. I didn't really pay much attention to her. I was a loner and preferred it that way.I was not very good at social interaction so I sat silently while I ate my fish. The herb tasted delicious on the fish and I was very satisfied with myself. I began to wonder how this girl ended up here and eventually I decided I ought ask. "So who hit you on the head?" I asked.
"I dont remember... I think I knocked it to a rock as I... I cant remember if I jumped or fell, but im quite sure I knocked it to a rock..." Lana responds. She finish her fish soon afterwards, and lay down the stick. "Thank you for saving me. You must be a kind-hearted person." She constantly look away from his eyes. It made it seem more rude than a compliment.
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
I finished my fish and looked at her as she spoke, but she constantly looked away. After a moment I understood why as I caught a glimpse of her red eyes. She must have been a soul eater. I had read about them often when trying to find information on my race but had never met one. "I am not kind-hearted, you were simply scaring away the fish." I said as I began to clean the blood off my dagger with a cloth I kept in my pouch. "I know what you are." I said "I thought you were all slaughtered."
I finished my fish and looked at her as she spoke, but she constantly looked away. After a moment I understood why as I caught a glimpse of her red eyes. She must have been a soul eater. I had read about them often when trying to find information on my race but had never met one. "I am not kind-hearted, you were simply scaring away the fish." I said as I began to clean the blood off my dagger with a cloth I kept in my pouch. "I know what you are." I said "I thought you were all slaughtered."
"Im probably the only one left..." Lana mutters. "And as you haven't killed me for my blood yet, I suppose you aren't planning to do so either. Its nice to finaly find someone not only caring about money..." She close her eyes for a short moment, before she look straight into his eyes. "Dont tell anyone. If you do, I'll find you first and take your remaining lifespan before I get killed."
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
(( *Goes away for 2 hours* *Comes back to find 44 new posts* Wow, you guys have been busy. I'll try to get Hurion working on climbing to the dragon's den. BHS, Could you PLEASE work on your grammar? It is ridiculously difficult for me to read it, and half the time I think that something else is going on instead of what you are actually trying to convey. EG: I couldn't tell if the whole "memory" thing was the girl healing the dragon, or some distant ancestor of the girl helping the dragon, or the girl helping some different ancestor of the dragon, or some distant ancestor of the dragon getting helped by some distant ancestor of the girl.))
((You may want to have your character notice his eyes are pure white. It seems like something that would strike a person as odd)) He chuckled at her threat. "My race can live up to 5000 years," he said."But to clarify I have nobody to tell nor any reason to do so." He finished cleaning his blade and sheathed it. "How did you live through the attack eh?"
(( *Goes away for 2 hours* *Comes back to find 44 new posts* Wow, you guys have been busy. I'll try to get Hurion working on climbing to the dragon's den. BHS, Could you PLEASE work on your grammar? It is ridiculously difficult for me to read it, and half the time I think that something else is going on instead of what you are actually trying to convey. EG: I couldn't tell if the whole "memory" thing was the girl healing the dragon, or some distant ancestor of the girl helping the dragon, or the girl helping some different ancestor of the dragon, or some distant ancestor of the dragon getting helped by some distant ancestor of the girl.))
((I would SUPPOSE it was ment to be like this: Anchestor-girl helps atm. dragon.))
((You may want to have your character notice his eyes are pure white. It seems like something that would strike a person as odd)) He chuckled at her threat. "My race can live up to 5000 years," he said."But to clarify I have nobody to tell nor any reason to do so." He finished cleaning his blade and sheathed it. "How did you live through the attack eh?"
Lana notices his white eyes. "Elven race in other words. Your race is usualy fairly nice to me. Because of your long lifespan a day or two usualy dont matter way to much to most. But humans in the other hand... They usualy live about... 60 years? (Remember that this is medieval) so they seem to find every single second of their life like a treasure. And yet they are so uncareful... Thousands died as they attacked my race. For one of us, 20 of their fell as well. But, that was when we were in numbers. I was still young back then. Only about 50 human years. I was still a child to my race."
If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
((His eyes are specific to his particular race of elves, not elves in general.))
"Yes humans are violent creatures. Though I know quite a few elves who are horrid as well," he said as he stood up. "Now you should take care to keep clean bandages on that wound. There is a town to the east and you can get some there." He took a quick survey of the area to check he had everything with him then began walking off.
((To clarify he has not yet gotten out of earshot. Stop him if you wish.)
((His eyes are specific to his particular race of elves, not elves in general.))
"Yes humans are violent creatures. Though I know quite a few elves who are horrid as well," he said as he stood up. "Now you should take care to keep clean bandages on that wound. There is a town to the east and you can get some there." He took a quick survey of the area to check he had everything with him then began walking off.
((To clarify he has not yet gotten out of earshot. Stop him if you wish.)
"Yhea... Bye I suppose. Hope we'll meet up again some day..." Lana starts walking in the direction of the town the person pointed out. She slowly walks in between tree's and rocks.
((I think I would stop you in most cases, but im going on a lan-party for the whole weekend, so I wont get much time to post. Im sorry guys!))
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If you see me on this site, it's probably because I'm not particularly interested in it. Or I may be slightly intoxicated, though probably you won't see me here.
As Yi reaches the town he sighs.
"I need some gold." Yi says starting to think about robbery.
He approaches the gates and is let in. He sits on the ground, with his swords up against a wall. This is such a pain...
Job:Wanderer that helps animals and kills people that annoy him or hurt animals (more like a hobby)
Bio:From birth his mother and father kept him from the other boys and girls. Then one day his father fell with a deadly cold that killed him in five day's. After that he was sadly left alone because his mother stop caring about the world and him all together and died. He was only nine when this happened. twenty years later he fell in a very cold cave and hit his head on a rock and was in a comma for a few days. When he woke he had amnesia. Hungry and very sick he found a way out but almost died but was found by a travailing merchant.So with forgetting his past and all he is what he is now.
Appearance:Has Silver hair, wears a long black jacket (length wise), black pants, with boots and his eyes are silver and purple but he wears an eye patch over his right eye which is the silver one.
Name: He doesn't know his own name. I'll let the other players decide his name in the role-play if they wish. Age: Not known exactly but he estimates it at 1200 or so. Race: The last of an ancients species of elves. Gender: Male Job: Assassin, though he just does it as more of a hobby Bio: Grandtree does not remember much of his childhood. He was found in the woods by humans from a nearby town as a small child, his parents slaughtered along with the rest of his race for reasons unknown. After a year he left his human parents in a desperate search for the reason his entire race was killed off. He trained vigorously in the art of stealth and combat and began sneaking into palaces and gathering intelligence. The only information he found on his race was that they lived for 5000 years on average and that they were highly agile with reflexes and strength that struck fear in all who oppose them. They had one fatal flaw however, a small cut could easily kill them. Their bodies were very fragile and were often found dead from scratches near thorn bushes. Through his adventures he grew a strong distaste for all nobility and their lavish lives. Appearance: Bright red long unkept hair with pure white eyes, and I mean pure white, no irises, a special trait of his race. Pale skin from constantly living under the tree canopy. A white rose that was in his hair when the humans found him tucked behind his ear, dethorned of course. A small green overcoat with a white undershirt. Leather gloves to help protect from small scratches and cuts. Leather boots with small daggers tucked into them in specially designed holsters. A small waist pouch on his left hip and plain green course cloth pants. Suggestions: None yet but I will be sure to make you aware of them if I have any. Actually you probably should use something different than a smiley face to check if they read the rules. It seems a little to easy to spot whilst scrolling down quickly. Misc: This is a character I use all the time and have fallen in love with, and while he is still unaware of it, he is in possession of the one item the humans killed his entire race for, the white rose he wears in his hair has magical qualities that block magical attacks. I am sure there will come a time when someone says he is overpowered, but I assure you this is not the case. While in fights he is practically unbeatable, once he gets a scratch, and I assure you this will happen, he will die unless it is very shallow in which case he may just get deathly ill. Anyway I am an old veteran of these forums from way back in the day and was, and perhaps still am, a well respected role-player (Check the post count) and it would be my peasure to make my return to these forums with your role-play. Thank you for your time.
~Mr_Grandtree
((Sorry I was gone so long... I had school... and homework again.)) You have demonstrated good roleplaying. Accepted.
"WHO GOES THERE" I say to someone wondering at the mouth of the cave I rush up to meet them
Waffe
Well, I have to admit, I was scared out of my pants when the dragon rushed at me. I fled out of the cave. NOT ASLEEP. I gasped for air. I'd have to come with a party of rouges. Maybe I could ask some people who don't know of my wantedness. Instantly I though Celia. I was born there, and came to Athalos on my own accord. Maybe there was somebody there.
Job:Wanderer that helps animals and kills people that annoy him or hurt animals (more like a hobby)
Bio:From birth his mother and father kept him from the other boys and girls. Then one day his father fell with a deadly cold that killed him in five day's. After that he was sadly left alone because his mother stop caring about the world and him all together and died. He was only nine when this happened. twenty years later he fell in a very cold cave and hit his head on a rock and was in a comma for a few days. When he woke he had amnesia. Hungry and very sick he found a way out but almost died but was found by a travailing merchant.So with forgetting his past and all he is what he is now.
Appearance:Has Silver hair, wears a long black jacket (length wise), black pants, with boots and his eyes are silver and purple but he wears an eye patch over his right eye which is the silver one.
Suggestions:None at the moment.
Misc: ...
((I got a mini reference out of that... Code Geass...))
I'll have to... Deny. You forgot one teeny rule. Go back and check the rules, and resubmit if you'd like.
The man with the large swords seemed not to have noticed Daris, he shrugs and continues on. In the forest Daris keeps a stock pile of any smithing supplies he may need, the reason why he doesn't keep all of it in his actual shop is so if he get robbed, everything won't be lost. He grabs a few handles from store and stuffs them in his pack, with his goal accomplished he traveled back home. It was getting late in the day when Daris finally made it back, still there was work to do. Picking off from when he stopped, with a steady hand Daris attachs the handle with the blade finally making it a full sword. Even if the sword is full its not complete, using a whetstone he removed the smaller notches in the sword, after half an hour the sword was shining brightly. Moving over to the grinding stone he worked on the sword, refining the edge until it was sharp enough to fell a tree. Daris gave the sword a swing testing the balance, after some adjustments the sword was finally fit for battle. Sheathing the sword in its premade leather sheath, he added the sword to a nearby weapon rack. By this time the night was already old, the sun was long gone, after a quick dinner Daris lied in bed, allowing sleep to overtake him.
((So... what day are we on now? Seems to be some time warping.))
He waved his hand in the air and continued on. He had more nobility to rob if he ever wanted to know more about his race.
It looks like me and your character have some nobility to rid of, Except I don't usually just rob them. Ransom is good too ;)))((It's second day, I think. Anybody want a summary?))
((Well perhaps I will bump into you whilst robbing nobility then :P))
He began walking West, away from where he had told the girl to go. He did not like people recognizing him and stopping him to chat. On his way he passed a bush with berries on it that were good for eating and paused to treat himself. After he had his fill and had filled a pouch for a treat later he continued walking West, hoping he would come across a town with some knowledge of his race.
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((I'll give a summary as soon as somebody asks.)) Waffe
I arrived in the village of Althos. As I climbed through a crack in the wall, I saw the mercenary from earlier. I made sure to avoid him. It was night. I returned to the alley where I lived. I set a lamp up and went to sleep. If someone finds me while I sleep...
She thanked me and took some fish. I didn't really pay much attention to her. I was a loner and preferred it that way.I was not very good at social interaction so I sat silently while I ate my fish. The herb tasted delicious on the fish and I was very satisfied with myself. I began to wonder how this girl ended up here and eventually I decided I ought ask. "So who hit you on the head?" I asked.
"I dont remember... I think I knocked it to a rock as I... I cant remember if I jumped or fell, but im quite sure I knocked it to a rock..." Lana responds. She finish her fish soon afterwards, and lay down the stick. "Thank you for saving me. You must be a kind-hearted person." She constantly look away from his eyes. It made it seem more rude than a compliment.
"Im probably the only one left..." Lana mutters. "And as you haven't killed me for my blood yet, I suppose you aren't planning to do so either. Its nice to finaly find someone not only caring about money..." She close her eyes for a short moment, before she look straight into his eyes. "Dont tell anyone. If you do, I'll find you first and take your remaining lifespan before I get killed."
((You may want to have your character notice his eyes are pure white. It seems like something that would strike a person as odd)) He chuckled at her threat. "My race can live up to 5000 years," he said."But to clarify I have nobody to tell nor any reason to do so." He finished cleaning his blade and sheathed it. "How did you live through the attack eh?"
((I would SUPPOSE it was ment to be like this: Anchestor-girl helps atm. dragon.))
Lana notices his white eyes. "Elven race in other words. Your race is usualy fairly nice to me. Because of your long lifespan a day or two usualy dont matter way to much to most. But humans in the other hand... They usualy live about... 60 years? (Remember that this is medieval) so they seem to find every single second of their life like a treasure. And yet they are so uncareful... Thousands died as they attacked my race. For one of us, 20 of their fell as well. But, that was when we were in numbers. I was still young back then. Only about 50 human years. I was still a child to my race."
((His eyes are specific to his particular race of elves, not elves in general.))
"Yes humans are violent creatures. Though I know quite a few elves who are horrid as well," he said as he stood up. "Now you should take care to keep clean bandages on that wound. There is a town to the east and you can get some there." He took a quick survey of the area to check he had everything with him then began walking off.
((To clarify he has not yet gotten out of earshot. Stop him if you wish.)
"Yhea... Bye I suppose. Hope we'll meet up again some day..." Lana starts walking in the direction of the town the person pointed out. She slowly walks in between tree's and rocks.
((I think I would stop you in most cases, but im going on a lan-party for the whole weekend, so I wont get much time to post. Im sorry guys!))
He waved his hand in the air and continued on. He had more nobility to rob if he ever wanted to know more about his race.
"I need some gold." Yi says starting to think about robbery.
He approaches the gates and is let in. He sits on the ground, with his swords up against a wall.
This is such a pain...
Age:29
Race:Elf and Human
Gender:Male
Job:Wanderer that helps animals and kills people that annoy him or hurt animals (more like a hobby)
Bio:From birth his mother and father kept him from the other boys and girls. Then one day his father fell with a deadly cold that killed him in five day's. After that he was sadly left alone because his mother stop caring about the world and him all together and died. He was only nine when this happened. twenty years later he fell in a very cold cave and hit his head on a rock and was in a comma for a few days. When he woke he had amnesia. Hungry and very sick he found a way out but almost died but was found by a travailing merchant.So with forgetting his past and all he is what he is now.
Appearance:Has Silver hair, wears a long black jacket (length wise), black pants, with boots and his eyes are silver and purple but he wears an eye patch over his right eye which is the silver one.
Suggestions:None at the moment.
Misc: ...
((Sorry I was gone so long... I had school... and homework again.))
You have demonstrated good roleplaying. Accepted.
Waffe
Well, I have to admit, I was scared out of my pants when the dragon rushed at me. I fled out of the cave. NOT ASLEEP. I gasped for air. I'd have to come with a party of rouges. Maybe I could ask some people who don't know of my wantedness. Instantly I though Celia. I was born there, and came to Athalos on my own accord. Maybe there was somebody there.
Thank you very much.
((I got a mini reference out of that... Code Geass...))
I'll have to... Deny. You forgot one teeny rule. Go back and check the rules, and resubmit if you'd like.
((So... what day are we on now? Seems to be some time warping.))
It looks like me and your character have some nobility to rid of, Except I don't usually just rob them. Ransom is good too ;)))((It's second day, I think. Anybody want a summary?))
He began walking West, away from where he had told the girl to go. He did not like people recognizing him and stopping him to chat. On his way he passed a bush with berries on it that were good for eating and paused to treat himself. After he had his fill and had filled a pouch for a treat later he continued walking West, hoping he would come across a town with some knowledge of his race.
Waffe
I arrived in the village of Althos. As I climbed through a crack in the wall, I saw the mercenary from earlier. I made sure to avoid him. It was night. I returned to the alley where I lived. I set a lamp up and went to sleep. If someone finds me while I sleep...