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Presented by The Ace of Spades
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The Twilight Chronicles:
The Parallel Sword

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The epic quest to defeat a great evil begins now…
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Player Slots:
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If your character and/or RPing skills impress me, and all six slots are already filled, I may create another Player Slot for you. (Note: If anyone becomes inactive for more then a full month, then they lose their slot and are kicked out of the RP.)
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Rules:
1. Follow the basic RPGateway Rules
2. Please keep everything to a PG-13 rating (In other words, no mature content.)
3. No Auto-hitting, God-moding or anything of the sort. It would be totally unfair to the other players.
4. Don’t force the story. I’ve already got the storyline all set up and ready to roll, so don’t pull anything drastic out of you pocket, like a secret twin. If you want to pull something drastic, message me first and ask me if it’ll be all right. I’ll mold the story to fit your little surprise, or if I think it’s not worth adding, then I’ll tell you straight out that it won’t work out well. The point is, your not supposed to try to change the storyline.
5. No flame wars, or any type of public disagreement. If you’ve got a problem, don’t trouble us with it. Also, always try to compromise, because I don’t want to see any members leave the RP just because they dislike another RPer.
6. Keep to the RP setting. It’s a fantasy-middle ages themed thread, so don’t bring an SMG to the fight. The things you should bring are swords and spears. Don’t worry; I’ve got a little surprise ending that’ll satisfy you lovers of Technology.
7. Okay, Magic is allowed but remember, magic is a very tiring thing to constantly use, so try to keep from over exerting yourself.
8. No perfect characters. Imperfect characters are extremely welcome and I love to see characters that start out pathetic morph into true warriors. I may have a few Story Characters who start off very perfect looking (Such as Sarrel Carmon, who is an amazing swordsman who is seemingly flawless at sight, but after you RP with him for a couple minutes you will see the flaws in his fighting.)
9. I must approve your character before you can begin playing. If you start RPing before I have approved your character and filled a slot with your username, then you will forfeit your chance at RPing in the thread.
10. Please do not ignore actions, or force actions upon another player. This goes along with Rule 3, and it’s important.
11. If you are not interested in using any of the pre-made species, you may submit a species to me (via PM) and I’ll approve it or deny it depending on how I see fit.
12. The way you customize your character must affect your characters personality. If your character is a bowman, it must mean they have good eyesight. If your character likes to draw art, then have art supplies in their backpack. This imminently makes your character seem more real.
13. To make sure you’ve read this rules, when you send me your Char. Sheet, at the beginning of the message write the words “Forth Donkey!” This may seem silly, but it’s just a way to make sure people read the rules before playing.
14. This RP is going to be much like a book. The thread will be split up into Chapters, and each chapter will be a resting point. Are characters will most likely be traveling for quite a while, and since were obviously going to run into battles and challenges, we’ll have to rest at a camp every night, correct? Each night we take a rest, are sores and aches are healed, and our mana levels are restored, but that means any serious wounds will still remain. The end of a chapter means our characters get completely refreshed (Unless of course our characters get wounded just before the end of a chapter) and we can rest easy that nothing is going to happen in the night. It’s basically just like resting, except with more assurance that we won’t be killed in our sleep. Between the chapters though, we’ll have a short time to converse about the earlier chapter and the chapter to come. When I announce the new chapter is beginning, we’ll get back to RPing.
15. I have the right to add to/modify these rules at any time, so please make sure to check in for any brand new rules.
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Species List:
The following is a list of available species:

Name of Species: Human
Age of Species: They are believed to be the second species to inhabit the world.
Species Appearance: The human race varies on appearance. They can be tall, short, stout, slim, muscular, scrawny, ugly or beautiful. It all depends on the mother, the father, and the region where him or her are from.
Species Pro’s:
The human race is believed to be very adaptable, and can mold their lifestyles to suit the environment. They have made amazing scientific advances, and have learned many things—including how to use magic to bend the elements to their will (Which is a hard skill to learn for most.)
Species Con’s:
The human race has been known to be very territorial and discriminating. Even though they are usually kind people, they have their faults and they also have some very corrupted people. The corrupted ones are usually known by the title of Traitors to the Light.
Origin: Beyond the Northern Mountains of Tey

Name of Species: Elf
Age of Species: They are the oldest species alive.
Species Appearance: The races of Elves are similar to humans because their appearance varies on the mother, the father, and the region where they come from. Wood elves are known to be short, and very child-like. Mountain elves are known for their blue skin and white hair, and for their incredible height of 6’7” (As the average height.) Sea Elves (Also Called ‘The Water Folk’) have gills that allow them to breath air, and breath under water. They are usually confused with human corsairs from afar, because they look very similar to humans. Sky Elves are elves that have use magic for flight and live above the clouds in golden cities. They are usually taller then the average humans. Traveler Elves, the most well known elvish species, are usually tall, and look similar to humans. Besides these elf classes, there is Dark Elves, also known as the Forsaken Ones. Nothing is known about them except for that they are cruel and violent people. One thing that truly connects a person to being an elf is that all elvish races have long pointed ears.
Species Pro’s:
They excel in the art of Magic. They are beautiful and poetic people, which love knowledge and technology. Elvish technology is the finest in all of the worlds, and their weapons are usually engraved with magical attributes. Elves are the most fascinating and secretive of all the races, and they are extremely elegant and ageless. Elves also are gifted with immortal life, so they cannot die of old age.
Species Con’s:
Of course, they are a very secretive race that despises war and anything of the sort. They hide in their cities and forests, shunning the world around them. They are more territorial and discriminating then the human race, and of course they have the corrupted Dark elf race.

Name of Species: Dwarf
Age of Species: They are believed to be the third race to come to the world, but nobody knows for sure because they have lived underground for sometime.
Species Appearance: They are short, a little taller then the average human child, and they are usually stout and bearded. As with most species, their appearance varies on the mother, the father and the region they come from, but most dwarves take up the style of wearing heavy wools and animal skins. They also love facial hair for some reason, and the longer the beard you have the more ‘honorable’ you are…or at least, that’s what they believe. They usually live underground, but it’s not unusual for dwarves to move above ground.
Species Pro’s:
They excel in craftsmanship, forgery, and mining. They are weak with magic, and their eyesight isn’t the greatest since they spend their lives in dark tunnels mining. They are very muscular and brawny (If not stout) so they usually fight with maces and axes.
Species Con’s:
They despise elves with a passion, and they usually are known to be the more rugged and grumpy races. They have some anger issues that they could easily fix, but the rarely feel like fixing anything. They, like most races, also have their fare share of corrupted dwarves, but it’s rare for a dwarf to be corrupted.

Name of Species: Satarin
Age of Species: Unknown
Species Appearance: They look exactly like Traveler Elves, but some of them have been mutated and distorted and can look really like anything.
Species Pro’s: They are an all around species, meaning that their skills vary.
Species Con’s:
Where to begin? This race is despised by all, and is known better as The Dark Elves race. Every single
Satarin is a corrupted elf. They are the race that caused the worlds breaking, and for some unknown reason they have returned to cause the world to suffer. They are evil in everyway, but there are a few outcasts who are ‘good’ (Such as Smolder Haultz) but finding a good-hearted Satarin is like trying to find a needle in a sea of hay.
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Character Sheet:
This is the standard skeleton for the character sheet.

Name: (Your characters name)
Age: (Your characters age)
Gender: (Your characters gender- Male or Female.)
Species: (Your characters species.)
Starter Weapon: (The weapon your character starts off using.)
Starter Defense: (The item start off that is used to defend yourself.)
Starter Ranged Weapon: (Your starter ranged weapon.)
Other Items: (Other items your characters carries with him/her.)
Appearance: (Your characters appearance. Image or description.)
Short History: (A short history of your character.)
Class: (Your fighting classification. Be it swordsman, or bowman.)
Profession: (Your characters job)
Other Skills: (Other skills your character possesses, be it magic casting or weapon forging.)

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Approved Characters:
These are the character sheets that have been approved.

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Story Characters:
These are the Story Characters. They are characters that are part of the storyline and are controlled by me…when they get hurt; it’s part of the storyline, etc.

Name: Serith Hawkins
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Starter Weapon: 5’ wooden training sword (Katana-shaped.)
Starter Defense: Large round wooden buckler
Starter Ranged Weapon: Simple short bow and bronze-tipped arrows
Other Items:
Belt Knife (Weapon/Tool)
25 Coins (Currency)
Book of Sword forms (Book)
‘How to Forge the Perfect Sword’ (Book)
Appearance: (Image coming soon. I’m drawing it right now =})
Short History: Born in the outer rim of the forest of Dhun, his mother died at his birth and his father, Ben the Blacksmith, raised him in his small cabin home. He grew up learning how to forge weaponry and armor, and when he was twelve, he began making deliveries for his father to the large village of Dhun. That was where he met Sarrel Carmon, the grand swordsman. Sarrel offered to teach Serith how to fight with a sword, but over time they created a strong friendship. Until now, Serith has lived a very simple life, but like everything, that will soon come to an end.
Class: Swordsman
Profession: Student/Black Smith *Apprentice*
Other Skills: Crafting material, sword fighting, archery, and woodland survival.

Name: Sarrel Carmon
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Starter Weapon: 5’ steel long-sword with a purple steel hilt that has black leather wrapped around the handle. In the pommel is a small, ball shaped sapphire. (Titled ‘To Learn’)
Starter Defense: None
Starter Ranged Weapon: A fine Steel-throwing axe
Other Items:
Belt Knife (Weapon/Tool)
300 Coins (Currency)
Book of Sword Forms (Book)
35 Shoins (Currency)
Oak Flute (Musical Instrument)
Appearance: (Image coming soon. I’m drawing it right now =})
Short History: (Will be revealed during RP. It’s a surprise.)
Class: Swordsman
Profession: Teacher

Name: Syte Goldenthorn
Age: 110 Elvish Years (Fourteen in Human Standards)
Gender: Male
Species: Elf (Traveler Elf)
Starter Weapon: Foot long elvish daggers (x2). Their hilts are golden, with black leather wrapped around the handle, and the blades are ice blue with angelic language inscribed across the middle. The angelic language reads: “Fury and Rage” on one, and “Wisdom and Peace” on the other (Titles).
Starter Defense: (None)
Starter Ranged Weapon: An oak horn-bow, and iron-tipped arrows.
Other Items:
Glasses (Tool)
Carving Knife (Tool/Weapon)
150 Coins (Currency)
5 Shoins (Currency)
Dog-whistle (Summoner Instrument)
Appearance: (Image Coming Soon.)
Short History:
Syte was born in Dhun Village and has lived there his entire life. He is 110 years old, but in elvish standards, meaning in human years he is about fourteen. He is best friends with Serith Hawkins, but lately Serith has been to busy training with Sarrel Carmon to hang out with him after school. Now, Syte hangs out with a girl named Arras’ who just moved to town. Although he uses elvish daggers, he is very inexperienced with them, so he has recently asked Sarrel to teach him how to fight with them. He is the best shot with a bow in all of Dhun Village, and only uses his glasses when he needs them (He’s far-sighted, so he uses them for close up combat.) Other then that, he doesn’t have much history, and lives a very simple life.
Class: Archer
Profession: Student

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Prologue:
Once upon a time, there was a gigantic planet that was the size of multiple small planets combined. This world was rich in a magical ore called Aariae’, which had strange properties that allowed the user to easily bend the elements and use magic. This ore was used in many different ways, but it was lost when they came. They, the Satarins, were a mysterious race if elves that came to the world, and destroyed all of its beauty. They ravaged the cities, burned the farms, and murdered the people. Finally, when the Satarins left, they took with them the worlds technology, the worlds supply of Aariae’, and finally: the world’s mana. Sucked dry of its mana, the world began to die, and it split into pieces. Just as things looked grim for the survivors of the invasion, something happened. A massive comet got caught in the gravity field of the remaining pieces, and the world’s mana seemed to begin to thrive again. Life returned to the world, but the large pieces were still separated. Each piece, the size of a small planet, and each piece was its own world. The many worlds knew not of the others, but they affected each other greatly. The world where are story begins is a world stuck in the medieval times, a world named after the magical ore, Aariae’.
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Our Story Begins in the Northern Lands of Dhun…
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Chapter 1:
Steady
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(My First Post)
Serith Hawkins pulled his forest green breeches up and fasted a brown leather belt through its belt loops. Snapping the belt into place, he hooked his makeshift sword sheath onto his belt, and slid his long-wooden training sword into it. Sarrel Carmon, the man who was teaching him how wield a sword, had given him that wooden sword. Sarrel had said, and Serith quoted him on this: “One day, when I believe you are ready, I will take you to the South-west mountains of Char’, and you will forge your own sword. Your sword will be a part of you; a part of your soul, and you must always respect it and remember that it is what keeps you alive. That is why you will forge your sword out of the finest ores, the same ores that my weapons are made of. But remember, you must be patient and wait until you are ready…
“Serith, unlike Sarrel, obviously thought that he was ready. Why wouldn’t he be ready? He had trained with Sarrel for who-knows-how long, and he was almost skilled enough to beat his master in a sword fight. But one thing ate at Serith— He knew that Sarrel was holding back whenever they fought. He must think I can’t handle his full onslaught. I wish he would just once fight me with his full skill, just so I could see how I handled him. “Serith, get down here boy before yer’ eggs get cold!” The call from Ben, Serith’s father, snapped him back to reality. He quickly hurried to finish dressing, and headed downstairs, dressed in a fine black tunic and forest green cloak. Stepping down the dark oak stairs of their cabin home, he looked behind him, glancing back into his dark room. It was a small room, just big enough to fit a comfortable single-bed, a small closet, and a dresser, where his different clothes were obviously hanging. The room was tall on one side, but the ceiling lowered at a 90-degree angle. The side that lowered had a door that let out onto a terrace, and hanging on the walls were many different cabinets for clothes, and other personal items. There was a single square window that let sunlight into the room, and there were two candles that could be lit at night. Overall, it was a very homey room, and Serith was glad he had it. He just sometimes wish it wasn’t so crowded…
His eyes went to the small round dining table in the kitchen. Over in the corner of the kitchen was the stove, and hanging on a wall were some butchers knives. Some pots hung above the small stove, and there were more cabinets and an icebox, which was used to refrigerate food. Sitting at one seat of the table was a tall, muscular armed, gray-bearded man. That was Ben. Ben’s blue eyes shot to Serith as he entered and a wide grin spread across his weary face.
Ben chuckled, “Glad to see you could make it, lad. Now sit down and eat, before it gets to cold!”
Serith sat down with a thud. Even though there was a cushion on the wooden chair, it still was lumpy and thin. “So dad, I was wondering…”
“Eat up, quickly. You’ll be late for school if you don’t get eatin’!”
Serith sighed, but dug his fork into the fried egg, eating graciously. When he was finished, he set the fork down and leaned forward. “Dad, do you think I’ve improved with my sword forms?”
“Of course lad, I saw you practicing yer’ forms last night’n you were as graceful as a swan and as deadly as a lion.”
“Hmm. Right, but do you think I could beat Master Carmon today?”
Ben coughed for a second. It seemed that he had swallowed his eggs down the wrong pipe. “What? What d’ yer’ mean?”
Serith fiddled with his sword hilt as he spoke. “Master Sarrel said that if he thinks I’m ready to use a real sword, then he’ll take me on a trip to forge one.”
“If yer’ wantin’ a sword, boy, why didn’t yer’ ask me? I could forge yer’ one—“
“But,” He interrupted, “Sarrel, said that he knows of a fine—A really fine—ore that I can forge my blade out of. He uses it in all his weapons, and his weapons are grand!”
His father snorted, “Fine ore, eh? And did you say he’d let you do the forging? Impressive, I get where he’s going with this now…”
“What?”
“Oh nothing. The old ‘Forge yer’ own sword’ trial is something all good swordsman have to go through eventually. Well, all I can say is you should try your hardest in the fight today,” Serith nodded in agreement. “And ask Master Carmon if he’ll tell me how to get some of this fine ore!” Ben broke into a deep roaring laughter at his own joke and Serith shook his head, letting a few chuckles out.
“Will do,” Serith rose to his feet and grabbed his plate, walking over to a small washtub and placing the dirty plate in it, he turned round and headed for the door. “But I don’t think he’ll went to share his secrets with an old blacksmith like you.”
Ben chuckled. “Oh, boy, there’s a package in the shed that I need you to give to the Mayor of Dhun Village. It’s a surprise for the Freedom Festival tomorrow night, so don’t go peeking at it.”
“Yes sir,” Serith shut the door behind him as Ben finished his sentence, and then trundled off towards the small wooden shed where his father did most of his craft working. Opening the front door of the shed, he ignored the entire room but instead quickly grabbed a long 5’1” length package wrapped completely in leather. It was long and slim, and Serith guessed it was a sword for the mayor. It certainly felt like a sword. He strapped it to his back, shut the door to the forgery and trundled off through the forest, running northwards.

(OOC: Any feel free to jump in once your approved to join. I suggest already being in Dhun Village, or being on the way to Dhun Village. Once Serith arrives and then leaves Dhun Village a major events going to happen, so I suggest you get started. Another option is to be a new-classmate at the village school. If you choose that option you can decide to hang out with Serith, and you’ll learn a little history about the world of Aariae’.)

Olaf stood waist deep in a small river, washing his silky red beard. To someone who didn't know the ways of Dwarves, it might seem comical, but in reality it was a very serious matter. Dwarves are very sensitive about their substantial facial hair, and one of the worst things you can do to a Dwarf is to insult his beard. Or worse, actually damage it. But only if you have a daeth-wish.

The beard is a symbol of status. A Dwarf is not considered to be a grown man until his beard reaches a certain length, and so keeping it clean and healthy is a high priority. So Olaf scrubbed, and rinsed, and finally wrung out the excess water, before climbing out of the stream. He sat on a sun-warmed rock for a while, letting the water evaporate off of him before donning his trousers and boots.

It was early morning, and the sky was clear, the birds were singing, and a rabbit was roasting on a spit over a fire, the tantalizing aroma drifting through the air. Olaf was in high spirits. He was on his way to a village called Dhun, in hopes of possibly finding work. The village still lay several hours walk away, but Olaf was in no hurry. Life was good, and he had plenty of gold jingling in his pockets from his labors in the previous town, where he had forged several swords, a set of horseshoes, and a shield.

Olaf reached for the rabbit, and tore off a leg, before laying back and taking a large bite. He chewed thoughtfully, gazing up at the tree foliage overhead, and gave a contented sigh. Soon he'd probably manage to kick himself into heading toward the village, but right now he just couldn't be bothered. Truth be told, he had grown a little lazy in his life of relative ease. What he really needed was some excitement, some danger to jolt him from his lethargy. But such an occurrence seemed unlikely at the moment.

A small black spider crawled away from a rock near where the dwarf and his small makeshift-camp lay. The spider scurried across the forest floor until it reached the stretched out leather-gloved palm of it's master. The palm raised, bringing the spider up to the mysteriously-helmeted black-knight's face. The spider made a few strange clicking noises, and the man cocked his head to one side, obviously smiling behind that helmet.
"Well boys, looks like there is a pathetic little dwarf man relaxing by the river bed. Dwarves are so lazy, 'eh men?"
Behind him, stood a large mob of armored men, strange monstrous mutations that could have looked like deformed men, and other disgusting beasts. They all silently chuckled at their captains joke, until he raised his palm to them and set the spider on the ground.
"Shhhh, we wouldn't want to bother the dwarf now would we?" The man nodded to the north and his small horde of soldiers began marching in that direction. "Yes, that's right. Because we have bigger fish to gut."
"Don't you mean fry, M'lord?" Ask an unfortunate armored-hordesman who was passing by.
The black-knight smirked. His crimson cape fluttered in the wind at the strong-armored hands of the vicious leader grabbed the hordesman by the neck. "No, I meant gut..." He patted the hilt of the sword at his thigh. The sword was a strangely shaped thing, with a rounded head like an axe instead of a pointed head.
The victim's eyes were wide as he realized that his master was in a poor mood. "S-S-Sir, p-p-please beggin' yer' pardon--"
With a loud snap, the black-knight flicked his wrist and broke the hordesman's neck. Dropping the limp form, he turned to the rest of the horde. "Anyone else want to make any idiotic remarks? I thought not. Keep your legs marching, or they'll be more then one corpse 'ere!"

Stepping out from the edge of the forest, Serith smiled. "Finally." He remarked. Even though he had been through the forest hundreds of times, it still took forever to navigate through the winding paths. He gazed upon what was Dhun Village's outer wall. A large, wooden log-wall surrounded the expanse of the large village, and on the top of the wall, many soldiers in leather plate-armor patrolled. The large wooden gates that kept the village secure were guarded by only two, well armed soldiers, and Serith nonchalantly strutted up to them, a wide grin on his face.
"Well, well, if it isnt old mr. 'awkins." One soldier regarded, grinning back at Serith.
"No, Jarod, I think yer' mistakin' 'im for his father." Both guards chuckled at their own jokes.
"Alright, if you two ladies are done making jokes about my handsome face, I'd like passage to the village. You better not keep me from my studies, or my father will whip both of your leather-bound hides with one of his freshly made swords!" Both guards broke into horrendous laughter.
"Your old man, whip our hides? Hahaha!" The one called Jared exclaimed in the midst of all the laughter.
The other guard cupped his hands around his mouth and called to the gate-keeper above. "Open the gates, its Serith Hawkins."
In a few seconds, the gates were slowly swing open. Serith pushed past the two guards who were still silent chuckling to eachother about Ben Hawkins, and then Serith headed down a path that would cut through the village to the Village School. If he hurried, maybe he'd be able to avoid detention...again...

Sarrell Carmon ran the dulled blade of his single-throwing axe against the spinning stone which he used to sharpen all of his weapons. He sat in a chair of plain oak, carefully making sure not to damage his prized weapon in anyway. He spared a glance at his beautifal house/Dojo. The building was simple, with a woodenplank flooring and bamboo shaft walls. There were hidden slits in the walls where Sarrell hid most of his other weapons, and a hall that led from the main room--where he was currently at, and where he mainly trained--to a backroom where he slept. Feeling satisfied that he was done sharpaning his deadly throwing axe, he stood up and headed for the backroom to catch a couple hours of extra sleep. Sarrell, even though he was a sturdy built man, was getting old and he had gray streaks running through his fine brown hair, revealing his age. Sarrell, like Serith, Olaf the dwarf and everyone else in this entire world, knew not of the adventure about to begin. No one would've expected it.

OOC: Alright, I must say were off to a thrilling start! Kaedai, beware! You don't know where that 'little man' has been! Lol, but in all seriousness, I have to say were starting off very well. Nice and slow, easing into it the real adventure that waits right around the corner...

The black-knight took a seat at a large stone, calling to his horde, "Alright, you lazy slum. This is are campsite, so get tent set up and don't squabble with the small stuff. I want you all to be nice and strong for tommorrow morning." The horde, in a loud jumble, began setting up small, rabbit-skin tents and the black-knight leaned back against the rock, admiring the nature. He knew they were camped at the lake, Ucada, a couple miles into the forest and away from Dhun's West Gate. Finally, the time for glory was to come to the leader! All he had to do was conquer this small little village. He had conquered greater villages, so he arrogantly was nonchalant about the matter. "Can't wait t' burn so buildings, eh' men?" His tired horde released a single moaning cheer and then all began getting ready for bed.
"Pah! Some enthusiasm in you lot!"

A small humming tune escaped Lillith, as she made her way through her small house, cleaning up a bit before she headed off to school. The rooms were adorned with forest mounts, of deer, elk, bear, puma, and moose heads. A collection of small mounted critters and pelts hung on every wall, and were finely tanned. She picked up a scarf from the antler coat hooks by the door. "I'm leaving now." She cried through the house. "Wait!' a deep voice roared, and around the corner from a room, came a large man. He was bald, with a long, braided beared. "Did you eat anythin'?" he asked. "No, I'm not very hungry today." He frowned. "You know you need some food in you." Lillith laughed. "Father, I'm fine. I'll pick up an apple 'er somethin' on my way to school." He sighed, and nodded. "Well have a good day. I'll see you later." She smiled at him, and headed out the door. A large black dog ran up, tail wagging. "Presch." She said happily, knelt down a petted him a second. The dog barked with joy, and she headed out down the grovel path leading to Dhun. Her long auburn hair flowed as she walked against the light breeze. For whatever reason, Lillith was very happy this morning. Usually, still groggy, and moaning about getting up so early. Why is she in such a brilliant mood? Who know's.

She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders. It was a deep blue, and clashed with her outfit. Of course, Lillith was already different from the other girls. The style for most women were corset's, and long dresses. She wore them, for occasions, and for school, but her normal wears were a pair of black leather hide trousers she sewed herself that reached a little above the knee, and a loose fitting tunic made of thin cloth. But today, she gussed up her appearence, with a deep red corset, a white shirt under, with the sleeves hanging off the shoulder, and wide around the wrist. A skirt that hung off her hips under the corset, and reached to her ankle. A simple outfit. She always had the same boots though. Brown leather that reached just below her knee, with a thick sole, and 4 large buckles in the front. She loved them. They were worn, and fading.

Lillith didn't have many friends at school. One or two she talked with from time to time, but aside from that she was alone, and she didn't really mind. She lacked social skills. "I never needed anyone, and I never will," she would always say to herself if she felt the slightest bit of loneliness, and become confident and cocky again. She was arrogent, and stubborn, and would never, admit she was wrong.

She made her way through the gates, without having much trouble with the guards, and stopped at a small produce stand to get an apple, or maybe strawberries.


ooc/ My god, that was a horrible intro. Sorry D: I'll get better.

OOC: Excellent! And Ace is right, Tael should be a bit more cautious, dwarves aren't particularly fond of elvish folk. And I like slow beginnings...the "Calm before the Storm" right? Nice villain by the way, Ace. Classically evil.


Olaf's hand went to the battle-axe, lying at his side. He had heard something. A rustling of leaves that wasn't caused by the wind. Then a tall figure (though, to a dwarf, everyone was tall) stepped into view, the firelight throwing his features into sharp contrast.

Olaf growled. The figure had long, pointed ears, and white hair tied back in a ponytail. Olaf sat up, and pointed his axe at the elf, "Oi, wot's this, then?" He was cross, having had his nap interrupted by a stranger, and what made it even worse was that the stranger was a ruddy elf.

Then the elf took some seasoned meat from his bag, and motioned towards the fire, where the rabbit still lay sizzling. Olaf caught a whiff of seasoning, and identified the meat as bear. Hm, well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a bit of bear meat, thought the dwarf. His stomach still had room for food, especially for a rare meat like bear. Bears were notoriously tricky to hunt, and Olaf had grown rather tired of rabbit.

So in the end, his hunger won over his dislike of elves, and he plastered a grin onto his hairy face. "Well, alright. But only if yer planning on sharing yer vittles." He eyed the meat greedily.

OOC: Lol. But enough dilly-dallying, time to head for Dhun. Though I don't think I'll post again today. Gotta give the other players a chance to post!

Olaf took a huge bite and chewed with relish, enjoying the flavor. This really was turning out to be a fine day, he decided, as he finished the piece of meat and licked his fingers, savoring every last drop of flavor. Then he sighed, and with a grunt, he laboriously got to his feet, and stretched.

He glanced at the elf, "Well, it's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance, whoever you are. Thanks fer the food. But I must be off, I'm on my way to Dhun. It's still a bit of a walk away, and the sooner I start, the sooner I get there."

He kicked some dirt over the dying fire, extinguishing the coals. Then he cinched up his belt, took up his axe, and turned to the elf, "I'll be seein' you, though it may be awhile. Aariae's a mighty big place, after all."

And with a wink and a nod, he turned and marched away, whistling the tune to an ancient dwarvish song. If he didn't stop again on the way, he would probably arrive at Dhun by midday.

OOC: Looks like everyones here...Glad to see were all active folk Oh, and dwarfy you forgot to give your compliments to the chef. Tut tut boyo'. lol

The man who ran a small produce stand watched as the village problem child approached his cart. "By my lucky stars, why me?" He murmered to himself, putting on a face of false joy. "'ello there, Lillith! How be ye' on this fine morn?"

Knocking swiftly on the front door of the Dhun Village Schoolhouse, Serith was greeted by the smiling face of Proffesor Murdo, one of the teachers and the dean of the small school.
"Cuttin' it a bit close, Mr. Hawkins?"
"Oh, you know me sir, always fashionably late." With a silent weezing laugh, the old dean opened the door, allowing Serith to enter. "Oh, and Mr. Hawkins, have you seen the young'n, Lillith? She seems to be running a tad' late today."
"Who?"
The dean only chuckled. "Sorry to ask."
Serith shook his head, confused. He headed down a dark hall and turned right, into the small history class room.

The dean grumbled to himself once Serith was out of ear-shot. "Poor old Lillith. The gal' doesn't seem to have any real friends." With a loud harumph, he shut the door and sat down in a chair nearby, awaiting to see if the young Lillith would arrive soon.

Lillith forced a smile at the produce grocer. "I'm just fine." She murmered, as she glanced among the fruit, and then, it hit her. "Oh god.. I'm late for class," she thought to herself. Lillith grabbed a small container of strawberries and tossed the money to the produce man, and scurried off. "I hope I'm on time, I hope I'm on time.." she muttered to herself as she made her way through all the people, and popping a berry into her mouth as she ran.

Once she arrived at the school, she popped the last berry into her mouth as she entered and chewed while she walked along the hall, and found her room; Professor Murdo's History class. The door creaked as she opened and stepped foot in, setting her eyesight on the professor, and gave a pathetic grin. She couldn't remember how many tardies she had, but only hoped it was few.

"Heh, thank you for joining us." The proffesor stated irritably. "It seems Mrs. Eleri is late for class again." The class exchanged the regular mob of chuckles. Serith turned out to have selected a seat right next to Lillith, and he smiled at he. "Hi, I don't think we've met before. I'm Serith Hawkins." He extended his hand to her.

Behind Serith sat a spectacle-wearing, light blue haired elf who seemed to be deep in concentration, with his nose shoved into the pages of a large book titled "History of our Home".
This strange figure was Syte Goldenthorn, an elf. Syte's large green eyes glanced shyly from his book pages to the face of Lillith. He gave a quick smile and then dived back into his book.

Serith nodded over his shoulder. "And that Syte Goldenthorn."

"Sorry." she said to the professor, and took her seat, ignoring the chuckles. Her scowl broke when she heard someone talking to her. She shook his hand. "Lillith Eleri," she said plainly, finding it a little odd, and was also a little at a loss of words, considering, her social skills were terrible.

A girl sat at the opposite side of Lillith, by the name of Vaye. She had long, bright blonde curls. She, to Lillith, was the Devil. Always giggling at her with her friends. The cliche clique. Lillith heard them, but ignored that aswell. "Pleased to meet the both of you.."