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Introduction
Many creatures inhabit the world of Anier, but is plain to see one rules the land. Humans control 60% of the land. Lead by the King Gandrel, they continue to push their borders outward. The king is a cruel leader, he brought back slavery, and took away rights for non-human citizens. Gandrel has overseers in every city, and town, save the smallest hamlets. The overseers impose his rule, seeing all his laws are carried out. It is not uncommon to see thieves missing hands. Hunters who did not buy their license, will have their fingers cut off so they may not draw a bow. At any sign of a rebellion, Gandrel sends out his fiercest warriors. An army of cursed orcs, and trolls. Few free orcs remain in the world, but they are few, and far between. The dark legions kill anything in their path, and burn all the houses. Many thought they would simply wait out the wretched kings rule, but after 200 years he is still ruling. They know he was a powerful mage, could he have discovered immortality?
Will you save this world, or rise in Gandrel's ranks.
Will you save this world, or rise in Gandrel's ranks.
Rules
First and foremost no god characters, do so and I as DM shall smite you with unholy and holy wrath!
Do not control other people's characters, unless directed to do so
Combat
Will be turn based(much like dungeons and dragons for those that have played)
You may declare you wish to attack someone, if you have the element of surprise, then I will allow you to go ahead and make your attack. Then everyone will roll to see the order they go in. Use the roll commands provided by the forum. On your turn you have an attack action, or a move action. You may change your attack action for an extra move.
This is where it changes from Dungeons and Dragons. Say what you would like to do for your attack, then roll a d20.
Example: Dm Hero charges at his opponent, and feints right. Then he steps left and around his opponent, he pivots on his foot driving his sword into the creatures back. If on the roll to this action you rolled a 20 everything in your post went off with out a hitch, and the target is likely dead, or mortally wounded. If you rolled a 10, your opponent read your move parrying at the last second. You were only able to glance him. If you were to roll a 1 you might fall flat on your face in front of him. I do award points for interesting and well described manoeuvres. If it is beyond what I believe your character abilities should be, you will fail no matter what your rolled.
NPC's:
Minor NPC's are yours to control, people you pick up in taverns for example. If you want to have a bar fight and you require some NPC's to beat up go nuts you can make them, and give them personalities.
Major NPC's (ie. Merchants, kings, queens, guards) Please leave them to me. If you are unsure you may control the NPC but I may take them over.
Gods:
You may have them, you can create your own. Please write a short description if you do, and whether this god contacts you. As DM I will be your god lol.
Races:
any and all for the most part. A few races are extinct and I will let you know. If you are playing something really extreme and are unsure, pm me.
On Character Creation:
Age:
Sex:
Race:
Homeland:
Feats/Abilities:
Spell Caster Class(if applicable):
You can play a very powerful class, but remember NO god characters so have some way to limit it. I will be playing a Silver Dragon, but since he is the last of his kind, he stays polymorphed as a human. Most people just think he is a mage, with limited illusion spell casting. I am ok with a character like that, who is normally quite tame. When a major event happens you may use some larger powers. To balance things people who are playing regular characters, will get a massive adrenaline rush. The will be more successful in combat, and do more damage(in a large fight). For example Gandalf and the Balrog in lord of the rings. Seems like a small time caster for the most part, then big thing comes, and Gandalf explodes in a mass of awesome light. That is ok, but still you can not have an insta kill attack or spell. If you are unsure please PM me.
Places:
I will make the nations, and a few cities. Feel free to make your own home towns, If something is to take place there I will create the place for you.
For now.
Thysaer: Nation of the elves, dense forest with well guarded boarders.
kalendornic: Dwarven mines set through the mountain ranges of Keilnatie as known by men. No human really knows how far or where the tunnels go.
Gandrelian: Nation of men.
Gaden: the capital. A 4 tier city, set on the centre of a mountain. There is a large castle at the top where Gandrel rules from.
Sernalith: A desert many of the creatures pushed to the brink of extinction dwell here. The armies of men do not march well in the sand. The king figures the desert will finish the job of extinction for him.
bear in mind this is my first time Dming on this site, these rules may change a bit as we go on. I will make an OOC post to inform you that changes have been made.
Most importantly Have Fun!
That is all for now.
Do not control other people's characters, unless directed to do so
Combat
Will be turn based(much like dungeons and dragons for those that have played)
You may declare you wish to attack someone, if you have the element of surprise, then I will allow you to go ahead and make your attack. Then everyone will roll to see the order they go in. Use the roll commands provided by the forum. On your turn you have an attack action, or a move action. You may change your attack action for an extra move.
This is where it changes from Dungeons and Dragons. Say what you would like to do for your attack, then roll a d20.
Example: Dm Hero charges at his opponent, and feints right. Then he steps left and around his opponent, he pivots on his foot driving his sword into the creatures back. If on the roll to this action you rolled a 20 everything in your post went off with out a hitch, and the target is likely dead, or mortally wounded. If you rolled a 10, your opponent read your move parrying at the last second. You were only able to glance him. If you were to roll a 1 you might fall flat on your face in front of him. I do award points for interesting and well described manoeuvres. If it is beyond what I believe your character abilities should be, you will fail no matter what your rolled.
NPC's:
Minor NPC's are yours to control, people you pick up in taverns for example. If you want to have a bar fight and you require some NPC's to beat up go nuts you can make them, and give them personalities.
Major NPC's (ie. Merchants, kings, queens, guards) Please leave them to me. If you are unsure you may control the NPC but I may take them over.
Gods:
You may have them, you can create your own. Please write a short description if you do, and whether this god contacts you. As DM I will be your god lol.
Races:
any and all for the most part. A few races are extinct and I will let you know. If you are playing something really extreme and are unsure, pm me.
On Character Creation:
Age:
Sex:
Race:
Homeland:
Feats/Abilities:
Spell Caster Class(if applicable):
You can play a very powerful class, but remember NO god characters so have some way to limit it. I will be playing a Silver Dragon, but since he is the last of his kind, he stays polymorphed as a human. Most people just think he is a mage, with limited illusion spell casting. I am ok with a character like that, who is normally quite tame. When a major event happens you may use some larger powers. To balance things people who are playing regular characters, will get a massive adrenaline rush. The will be more successful in combat, and do more damage(in a large fight). For example Gandalf and the Balrog in lord of the rings. Seems like a small time caster for the most part, then big thing comes, and Gandalf explodes in a mass of awesome light. That is ok, but still you can not have an insta kill attack or spell. If you are unsure please PM me.
Places:
I will make the nations, and a few cities. Feel free to make your own home towns, If something is to take place there I will create the place for you.
For now.
Thysaer: Nation of the elves, dense forest with well guarded boarders.
kalendornic: Dwarven mines set through the mountain ranges of Keilnatie as known by men. No human really knows how far or where the tunnels go.
Gandrelian: Nation of men.
Gaden: the capital. A 4 tier city, set on the centre of a mountain. There is a large castle at the top where Gandrel rules from.
Sernalith: A desert many of the creatures pushed to the brink of extinction dwell here. The armies of men do not march well in the sand. The king figures the desert will finish the job of extinction for him.
bear in mind this is my first time Dming on this site, these rules may change a bit as we go on. I will make an OOC post to inform you that changes have been made.
Most importantly Have Fun!
That is all for now.
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Sanith Kalren the Silver played by DeathDemon
An old man with a walking stick, and a pipe to pass time
Human artificier walking the line between man and machine.
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11 postsDungeons and Dragons 3.5 but less rules
You see signs of a DM's first attempt at making an RP. You Notice that posting here is useless, and that rocks tend to fall on characters that do.
0 postsThysaer
"Welcome to the realm of the elves traveller." You see very old trees, as the scent of the forest, and sweet flowers hits your nose. There are many creatures in this forest, and they all seem to live with the elves as one.
0 postsPandryl Jhal
No one is here to greet you the town seem abandoned...
0 postsCliffs of Thysaer
A lone elf hermit stairs at you as you enter the area. Few seem to live in this place.
0 postskalendornic
"Lanterns are over there, an if ye want to see anythin. Yad better take one."
0 postsGilith's Peak
"Ah welcome ta Gilith's peak, where we have the best view in all Kalendornic, an fresh air! Sit have a pint."
0 postsGandrelian
"All hail Gandrel! We have our eyes on you Ignorance is no excuse for the law!"
0 postsGaden
"This is the Capital city, we welcome you. If you so much as litter in this town I'll have you killed!"
1 postsSernalith
A lone cactus stands there greeting you to the desert. It's spines seem to say "Don't eat me"
71 postsThe Domain of Pun
"Yeah wadda ya want?"
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OOC Notes
Sanith, walked among the little lizard folk. Made him feel like he was back with his people. However these lizards had been hardened by the desert, with short hard lives they often skipped pleasantries. Sitting down in some shade leaning against a wall, Sanith drew his pipe. He began to survey the people, he was looking for an adventurer.
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Post here and i will rock your world. m
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Shivara was inside a small run down tavern-esk building. The town had been 'removed' from the map by a roving army, but that didn't mean that people didn't live here. Shivara was just a traveler, but by all means, she would be angry too if her hometown had been charred and smashed. She took and large gulp of brandy, and pushed herself from the stool she was on. "I'd love to stay and chat some more, fellas." She said with a heavy sarcastic tone. "But I've got to hit the road." Her statement was followed with a few confirmations and promises of being seen again, but she knew they were hollow. She didn't plan to stay here very long.
Stepping out the door, she made sure she had everything. Her stave was held on her back with a leather sling, and her small knapsack still rested on her. Yuuupp. Everything's still there. she thought to herself mildly. She started her walk down the desert city's road, heading in the general direction of the exit.
She paced through the town, in no particular hurry to leave. She looked around. There was an elderly looking human amongst the small green people that ran amongst the town. It was odd, especially since she hadn't ever seen a human out in the deserts before. What could it hurt to ask the guy what he was doing, right?
She started moving into his direction, stepping into the shade that he stood in. "Hey grandpaw... What are you doin' here? Arent you a little far from your rolling plains and...farmlands?" She asked with a grin on her face. She was sort of testing him...seeing how his attitude to her was. She didn't dislike humans, but some of their kind were bad....very bad.
Stepping out the door, she made sure she had everything. Her stave was held on her back with a leather sling, and her small knapsack still rested on her. Yuuupp. Everything's still there. she thought to herself mildly. She started her walk down the desert city's road, heading in the general direction of the exit.
She paced through the town, in no particular hurry to leave. She looked around. There was an elderly looking human amongst the small green people that ran amongst the town. It was odd, especially since she hadn't ever seen a human out in the deserts before. What could it hurt to ask the guy what he was doing, right?
She started moving into his direction, stepping into the shade that he stood in. "Hey grandpaw... What are you doin' here? Arent you a little far from your rolling plains and...farmlands?" She asked with a grin on her face. She was sort of testing him...seeing how his attitude to her was. She didn't dislike humans, but some of their kind were bad....very bad.
OOC Notes
Currently the Dm is fighting with the power that be to change his voice it will come soon. The world was rather quiet this night. The desert threatened a sand storm that never came. Talk began to flow between all nations that the men were preparing to march. Their armies would march on the Dwarves, and attempt to throw them out of their caves. It took only 5 days for the news to reach even the furthest corner of the desert. Many of those who dwelled in the desert began to celebrate as they would at least be safe for some time. Dwarven scouts had reported the news to the chief dwarf, who began preparing for war.
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The man blinked a couple of times as if waking up from a dream. He looked at the goblin, taking a large drag on his pipe. Then exhaling. She had quite the aura when he was looking at her earlier, perhaps she could be of use to him. He twisted his wrinkled face into a smile, "Well to tell you the truth... I'm quite lost." He moved the pipe around in his mouth. "If you are looking for some easy work, you could walk this tired old man home, you will be well paid."
OOC Notes
Shivara shrugged idly. She wouldn't mind a few extra coins...especially if they were 'easy'. Not to mention, there was a mild air of...interest around this man. He didn't seem like your average hermit-ish old guy. Plus, he didn't seem to be easily offended. Always a plus when you were around Shivara.
"Eeeeehhh..." She said, looking around. "I guess so. It's not like I have much else to do around here. I suppose that I could help you out, coot." She said with a smirk. The old man toked on a pipe as he took a break in the shade. "You know, If old age won't kill you soon enough, that stuff will." She said. "But hey. Noone's perfect." She said, reaching to her hip, pulling out her flask of brandy, and taking a swig before laughing half-heartedly. "Now, uh, where is it that you exactly reside?" She asked, still eying the man up and down.
"Eeeeehhh..." She said, looking around. "I guess so. It's not like I have much else to do around here. I suppose that I could help you out, coot." She said with a smirk. The old man toked on a pipe as he took a break in the shade. "You know, If old age won't kill you soon enough, that stuff will." She said. "But hey. Noone's perfect." She said, reaching to her hip, pulling out her flask of brandy, and taking a swig before laughing half-heartedly. "Now, uh, where is it that you exactly reside?" She asked, still eying the man up and down.
OOC Notes
He took out a large map, It was looked like it covered the world. There was a few markings on the map. He pointed at one, Shivara saw it was deep in Thysaer. "My home is here, no matter how hard I tried I could not get back to it."
OOC Notes
Shivara took a glimpse at the map. They were still in the deserts of Sernalith....and Thysaer....
"Holy shit, pop. How'd you manage to 'get lost' this far from your abode! City, I understand, but NATION, now that's something!" She didn't know weither to be serious or laugh. "Not to mention those pointy eared chodes live ACROSS the continent." She said.
She looked over at him, an eyebrow arched. "And you don't look too elven...what business you have with primp-boys anyway?" She said in a demeaning tone. Before the man could answer, she tilted her head. "And define 'well paid'. 'Cause I ain't babysittin' grand-daddy amnesia attack for pocket change!"
She added with enthusiasm.
"Holy shit, pop. How'd you manage to 'get lost' this far from your abode! City, I understand, but NATION, now that's something!" She didn't know weither to be serious or laugh. "Not to mention those pointy eared chodes live ACROSS the continent." She said.
She looked over at him, an eyebrow arched. "And you don't look too elven...what business you have with primp-boys anyway?" She said in a demeaning tone. Before the man could answer, she tilted her head. "And define 'well paid'. 'Cause I ain't babysittin' grand-daddy amnesia attack for pocket change!"
She added with enthusiasm.
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He smiled again "The elves know how to take care of the old, plus old Gandrel, and I are not good friends. I wish not to live in his lands. However I am here because, they are supposed to have some really nice boots. I have not had a nice set off boots for a very long time. As for that pay, I can fill that tiny pouch of yours with gold. Careful though, as you may find something more valuable there. Will you help an old man?"
OOC Notes
Bael awakes suddenly in the Inn, surprised by the noise below, unexpected as he had been dreaming of home, well what was now home. The cliffs of Thysaer, it was not quite like the cliffs and forest along the sea, but it was safe. Safe for those who remained. He stretched out the kinks from his sleep, allowing his wings to briefly expand to their full length. He then quickly set them back underneath his cloak, hidden from the prying eye. He strapped them close. He must not give away himself. He was fortunate to look enough like an elf that none would venture too closely, but he could not be too careful. He donned his bandanna which covered his hair like feathers, could not be too careful what so ever. He finished arranging himself and donned his honey leather cloak as his final covering. He flipped up his hood and headed out to begin his trek home. He headed down the stairs and out the Inn's door, fresh air at last.
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Shivara thought to herself. War had been breaking out throughout the lands...and the elven lands were one of the few bastions of peace. Though not for long. Tyrants would soon seek to engulf the entire continent in war. Shivara was no mercenary, but she'd fight if she had to. In fact, she almost wished to run into some Imperium soldiers. She'd lay into them REAL well.
She sighed, pinching her eyebrows. "I guess, you old crab, you're lucky. I don't exactly mind where I am either. I'll travel with you to Thysaer. One condition, though." She said, placing her hands on her hips, and leaning towards the man. "You get me into the elfie-welphy lands too. Goblins and elves...don't exactly get along. Something about being greedy. I don't know." She quickly spat.
She turned on her heels, and began to walk. She took maybe two steps, before turning sharply again. "You have a steed, pops? Otherwise, we're walking." She said, with a downwards infliction on her voice.
She sighed, pinching her eyebrows. "I guess, you old crab, you're lucky. I don't exactly mind where I am either. I'll travel with you to Thysaer. One condition, though." She said, placing her hands on her hips, and leaning towards the man. "You get me into the elfie-welphy lands too. Goblins and elves...don't exactly get along. Something about being greedy. I don't know." She quickly spat.
She turned on her heels, and began to walk. She took maybe two steps, before turning sharply again. "You have a steed, pops? Otherwise, we're walking." She said, with a downwards infliction on her voice.
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"A walking stick such as mine, does not get so well worn if one were to ride." He says with a smile, as he heaved himself off the ground. He emptied his pipe, then stowed it away in his pack. What will she do when faced with walking me all the way home? He smacked his lips, then said "Shall we?"
OOC Notes
He looked around outside, feeling the cool desert night setting in, it was arguably very nice here, well at least during the night. During the day it was far too hot for him, for anything living besides the locals, but even they barely ventured out during the climax of the sun during the day. With a final hike of his sack on his back he set off slowly, observing the surroundings. He may stick out like a sore thumb, but at least he wasn't a sore thumb that was black and blue with spots of yellow.
As he began his march he noticed two other sore thumbs, an orc and a human, kind of an odd couple if he had ever seen one, but to each their own. Land dwellers were just so curious, if it were not for the fact that he despised humans he may actually have asked why they were here. This is an awful distance away for both of them. Of course this was the safer route from human territory to the rest of the world, but only safer from the locals, the trip may be what kills you instead. Its curious that this frail old human managed it. Well little bother, he probably sacrificed his escorts so that he could make this journey. I wonder though, where does he intend on going?
I keep my distance, acting calmly and unassuming. Lets see where he is off to.
As he began his march he noticed two other sore thumbs, an orc and a human, kind of an odd couple if he had ever seen one, but to each their own. Land dwellers were just so curious, if it were not for the fact that he despised humans he may actually have asked why they were here. This is an awful distance away for both of them. Of course this was the safer route from human territory to the rest of the world, but only safer from the locals, the trip may be what kills you instead. Its curious that this frail old human managed it. Well little bother, he probably sacrificed his escorts so that he could make this journey. I wonder though, where does he intend on going?
I keep my distance, acting calmly and unassuming. Lets see where he is off to.
OOC Notes
The old man sensed a new presence behind him. With a glance out of the corner of his eye, he noticed it was not a kobald. He turned to look at the new creature, what was it. It was no elf, he had lived with elves long enough to know that. There was something very strange about this creature, it's cloak bulged oddly. Also his steps were quite light for a person of his size... what was he? The old man did not look back again, he did not want to alarm the creature.
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Shivara streched as she strode, smiling to herself. At least she had some company on her trip to the elven lands. Truthfully, she hardly wanted to go. But she didn't want to be pressganged into army service, or the whatnot. It wasn't going to be her plan...
She began to push her way through the sands of the desert, before turning around, and walking backwards goofily. She didn't need to worry about hitting anything, and she wanted to talk to the man some more. "So, you old coot, you look like you know more than the age on your face shows. What do you do for a living?" She asked. "More importantly, you look magical. Not like a creature...I mean, you have the beard and robes...and...well, the stick. Are you a magister?" She asked with a smile. She was not normally this nice to people...far from it, but something about him...pacified her...made her mock him less (seriously) and seem to be drawn to his presence.
"Well, that's and I'd like a name! I'm Shivara, call me what you like, and I'll give myself the same liberty with you." She said with a smile. But the smile quickly faded....She saw someone behind them. It was not close to them, but it was following them. She raised an eyebrow, and stopped in her tracks. "What the...?" She said, leaning forward trying to get a better look at the thing...
She began to push her way through the sands of the desert, before turning around, and walking backwards goofily. She didn't need to worry about hitting anything, and she wanted to talk to the man some more. "So, you old coot, you look like you know more than the age on your face shows. What do you do for a living?" She asked. "More importantly, you look magical. Not like a creature...I mean, you have the beard and robes...and...well, the stick. Are you a magister?" She asked with a smile. She was not normally this nice to people...far from it, but something about him...pacified her...made her mock him less (seriously) and seem to be drawn to his presence.
"Well, that's and I'd like a name! I'm Shivara, call me what you like, and I'll give myself the same liberty with you." She said with a smile. But the smile quickly faded....She saw someone behind them. It was not close to them, but it was following them. She raised an eyebrow, and stopped in her tracks. "What the...?" She said, leaning forward trying to get a better look at the thing...
OOC Notes
Noticing the attention he had drawn he remained steadfast and continued walking at the same pace, ignoring their reactions. They seemed confused, but not dangerous, still he knew better than to trust assumptions. He kept his senses sharp. As he continued began looking for the first evidence of the forest which bordered the sands. It should not be more than a days walk.
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"For a living? I am a story teller. I know, but a small amount of illusion magic. In my free time I like to collect treasure." He gave a little laugh, as he said the last part. "But don't we all. Really I am just a boring old man." He was amused, by her playful attitude. He was casting back to his younger days, in his mind. I was not much different, I still remember the first time I... "I'd like a name!" He was suddenly shunted back into the land of the present. "Sanith Kalren, at your service... Oh him. He has been there for a while. He does not worry me. Does he worry you? I should let you know, when I was 18 I was boxing champion in my village. I can be quite fierce." He stood up straight, puffed out his chest. Then doubled over with a cough. Laughed, and continued on.
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"Boxing." She said with an eyebrow raised. "You look like you'd lose to a box, old timer." she laughed at the man's puffing of his chest. He was light spirited at least, and easy to make jokes at, without getting bitchy. "Well, that just means I've got a layer of defense between me and whatever that thing is trying to eat us." She stated jokingly.
"Bah, anywho...It's nice to meet you Saneth. I assumed you were a type of mage that was traveling. But for some unknown reason..." She said, turning back to face forwards, and rub her chin. "Well, I'm a mage. Sort of. A witch, actually. Make a broomstick crack and the next crack will be that of your skull." She said with a smile.
"Bah, anywho...It's nice to meet you Saneth. I assumed you were a type of mage that was traveling. But for some unknown reason..." She said, turning back to face forwards, and rub her chin. "Well, I'm a mage. Sort of. A witch, actually. Make a broomstick crack and the next crack will be that of your skull." She said with a smile.
OOC Notes
As the time continues to go forward, the end of the desert appears and the first sight of green forest peaks over the horizon. Just that sight alone filled him with a sense excitement. He allowed himself this moment of joy as living in the desert was not exactly on his top places to live or visit. He settled into the moment and continued toward his ever approaching goal, home!
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"Make a broomstick crack! Haha I don't think I was ever strong enough to break a broomstick. I mean those things are strong enough to support a witch, and they are not known for packing lightly! I am not much of a mage, just some basic illusion. They aid the stories that I tell."
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Shivara began to snicker. "Hahaa! That was actually pretty good, old timer! Not expected in the least, but amazingly creative." She said behind her covered cackles. " Illusion, huh? Well, when we set up camp for tonight, then you'll have to tell me one of your stories! it'll take my mind off this horrid situation our lands are in. War engulfing kingdoms, tyrants tryign to raise to power. A good story is what everyone might need." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, speaking of which, you have any idea what time it is? Because we'd not like to be caught by surprise by the desert night..." She said, looking around.
"Well, speaking of which, you have any idea what time it is? Because we'd not like to be caught by surprise by the desert night..." She said, looking around.
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"We have about, an hour before sunset. We can probably make it to the edge of the grass lands by then. Then we can set up camp, and a fire. Then you may have your story." He continued to walk on, noticing the strange man was still behind him. He saw the man staring off to the distant forest of the elves. [i]Maybe he is going the same place we are...[i] He would have to wait, luckily one as old as he was good with patients.
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((Home again! Wooo! Do-ing a barrel roooolllll!))
Shivara nodded, and kept her pace. "Sounds good to me. I'm no stranger to the ground. And I've got a bedroll." She stated blandly. Her ponytail which draped the back of her head blew in the gusts of desert wind. She pressed forward, keeping.
They were coming upon the edge of the forests. The grass would be a nice welcome over the shifting sands that the two treaded in untill now. Her gaze drifted upwards, as they were making good time. The challenge would be getting firewood. As a magican of some sort, a witch being specific, fire was one of her fortes.
Shivara nodded, and kept her pace. "Sounds good to me. I'm no stranger to the ground. And I've got a bedroll." She stated blandly. Her ponytail which draped the back of her head blew in the gusts of desert wind. She pressed forward, keeping.
They were coming upon the edge of the forests. The grass would be a nice welcome over the shifting sands that the two treaded in untill now. Her gaze drifted upwards, as they were making good time. The challenge would be getting firewood. As a magican of some sort, a witch being specific, fire was one of her fortes.
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Re: [OOC] Petals of Anier
Just to let you guys know, in case you were wondering. I have accepted Cybet's character without him filling out a full sheet. This is not because he is my friend, and I am letting him god mod. He has played this character in a dungeons and dragons game, we played earlier. I just know what he is making.
[OOC] Petals of Anier
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