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Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Iara is ready
Alright just sent you my character sheet/concept/background. Iara De La Cueva esta preparada, but call me Penelope Rosa please.
Posted on 2008-09-30 at 22:02:47.
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Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Almost Done!
Iara is just about done. I'll send in the concept and character sheet tomorrow. It seems like this all has the potential to be really great!
Posted on 2008-09-29 at 23:19:27.
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Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: I like...
I've taken a look at the book an I'm definitely intrigued. Seems like we could create a very interesting game. I've got a character concept going, Iara is from Colombia and has a rather lovely past life. Hope to have her done soon.
Posted on 2008-09-28 at 04:40:16.
Edited on 2008-09-28 at 04:40:45 by Nimu
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Arhaedielle
As the first of the trees came crashing down Arhaedielle spun to face the forest. Rage and sorrow flooded her, nearly blinded her, the elf had lived her whole life amongst those trees, they had become her brothers and sisters. Holding back a growl she closed her eyes and turned away, she could not bear the desecration of her sylvan home. These humans respected nothing, only power. How many of the forest had died because of their thirst for power? There was no alternative, the tree killers must die, all of them.
The thumping feet pulled her attention from retribution. Eyes opening and body turning she faced the approaching old man, in white robes he stood out from the sea of panicked citizens. Reaching the hilltop he spoke quickly with a sense of great urgency,
"Flee my brothers! Lord Borghen has caused a revolt! His army has already plowed through the forest and the northern gate, completely catching us unaware! I saw him head towards the castle! One can only hope the Princess Hilda and King Armon are alright... follow me, we will travel to the remote city of Altair. We had that plan in place in case anything uncontrolable happened...this seems fit."
The elfwoman's eyes narrowed, so it was Borghen who had orchestrated the tree killing, then it was Borghen who would die. Not today, not tomorrow, but one day she would descend upon him with all the fury of nature.
The larger of the two men reacted quickly, full of bravado. The would be hero seemed to think he alone would stop the whole revolt. Shaking her head she sighed, she wanted Borghen dead as much as he, but they needed a plan, years of planning preferably. Humans always reacted so quickly. To her surprise the aging human reacted, swiftly and surely, knocking the younger man out. It was not his sudden formidability that spun in her mind, but rather his words. Foolish Human, The Prophecy, Foolish Human, The Prophecy, The Prophecy. Her luminous green eyes narrowed at the elderly man, he was not what he seemed. She did not trust that.
She stepped forward, next to the half elf, and spoke in cool melodious tones, "You speak of a prophecy, what prophecy?" She stood and waited his response, green elven eyes watching the strange old man.
Posted on 2008-09-27 at 17:27:23.
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Topic: Witchcraft rpg
Subject: Interested
Sounds like it could be interesting. I'd have to read up a bit more. I prefer freeform situations myself, but I'm open to most. Could you spell out your idea a little more?
Posted on 2008-09-25 at 02:12:58.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Arhaedielle
Continuing through the crowds of the city streets Arhaedielle made her way through its southern exit. She had not been in the city long, only a few days, but she already felt the need for the open air. As she passed from the city walls and roads she breathed deeply of the clear air, it was good to take in. Wild rhythms drummed through her, pulsing through her heart, through her blood. Pulsing with every breath. She relished this, the wild ecstasy of the land.
Arhaedielle made her way up a hill just south of Fenn, stopping and sitting at the foot of a small tree, things just did not grow like they did in the grove. She looked over at the others relaxing underneath the offered shade of the trees, nodded and returned her gaze to the expanse of wilderness beyond the city.
((OCC: Sorry misread the first post, thought we were starting in the city. Hope this fixes that.)
Posted on 2008-09-24 at 01:27:02.
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Topic: Overthrown Campaign
Subject: Arhaedielle
Arhaedielle sighed as she walked through the streets of the great city. Leaving the forest this morning had not been her idea, and she was not happy about it. True it was necessary for for those of the grove near Fenn to actually enter the city from time to time, but she was here for other reasons.
She sighed again, looking over her shoulder at the wooded lands beyond the city. Even this far she could feel the complex rhythms of the forest and she longed to be among them, to let herself be enveloped by them, become one with them. She could feel the rhythms of the land beneath the city as well, but covered in the roads and buildings they were drowned out by those of the forest.
She glided gracefully through the city, side stepping its' denizens as she passed. She stood out among them. Arhaedielle was tall and lithe of figure, moving with a feral grace. She had spent over a century living among the trees and her body had long ago achieved the preternatural agility necessary to survive the wild. She had the creamy pale skin and finely chiseled features of the elven people, her people. Luminous green eyes intently took in her surroundings, glowing slightly with their own light, like emeralds set in sculpted marble. Long thickly wavy hair, black as the darkest midnight, fell to her waist. Small silvery white beads held in place with tiny sparse braids twinkled in her obsidian locks like stars in the night sky. She wore tightly fitting dark browns, hiding and revealing the tribal tatoos that decorated her body.
She ignored the few stares as she passed through the crowds of cityfolk, suspecting they were more for the shining scimitar at her side than the feral elf that wore it, Fenn was nothing if not diverse. Ofcourse it was not the scimitar that made her dangerous. She had the gift of shapeshifting, a power rare among the druids, a power that would only grow. She would master it or it would consume her, even now she could feel the feral spirit of the great panther fighting to roam free. And so she had been sent out of the grove with one task, tame the the wild spirit raging within.
Posted on 2008-09-23 at 02:21:42.
Edited on 2008-09-23 at 03:55:37 by Nimu
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Topic: Greetings, Salutations, Hellos, and all the rest
Subject: y'ello
Thanks for all the hellos everyone! You all seem like a great bunch and I'm looking forward to sharing the good times.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 00:40:11.
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Topic: The Red Dragon Inn
Subject: Twig Tea is better with company...
Nimu watches as the barmaid is stopped by a dark haired man. After whispering to her, he disappears into the crowds. Rather than continuing on to the kitchen the barmaid turns around and heads back in the direction of the elfwoman. Nimu cocks her head to the side, observing the approaching woman curiously.
"No newcommer to the Red Dragon Inn drinks alone, if the residents have any say in it. " the barmaid says as she arrives at Nimu's table. "I will bring your tea there," she says pointing to a table where a copper haired woman sat, the very table the ascetic man had just left. With that the barmaid spun around and hurried off to the kitchen, not waiting for any response from Nimu.
Standing the slender woman smoothed her gossamer skirts and began to make her way across the room to the other woman's table. Gliding slowly to the table she studies the other woman staring back at her with emerald eyes glittering with curiosity. Her own violet eyes glitter in return as she reaches the appointed table.
Pulling a chair out she says in soft silvery tones "I am told I may not drink alone." Sitting across from the copper haired woman she smiles, "I am called Nimu." The barmaid appears quickly with a black iron teapot and matching cup. Nimu pours the steaming pale brown liquid into the small black vessel. Lifting the filled cup to her lips she breathes deeply the subtle earthy fragrance, her luminous violet eyes staring through the rising steam.
Posted on 2008-09-04 at 00:32:27.
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Topic: The Red Dragon Inn
Subject: Enter Nimu
The door to the inn opens slowly, revealing a slender feminine figure wrapped tightly in diaphanous white gossamer. She enters the inn slowly, moving with an otherworldly grace. Holding a pale ringed hand to her hood she makes her way to a table in a shadowed corner and takes a seat. Slowly she pulls back her hood and tosses hear head, a mane of liquid silver spills wildly about her. Her face is impassive, an ageless face untouched by time, beautiful in its serenity. Pointed ears poke through the wavy silver hair framing the finely chiseled features of an elf. Her almond shaped eyes slant upward, their deep violet color contrasting with her smooth bluish white skin.
Breathing deeply she scans the inn, taking in her surroundings, impassive until her violet eyes fall on the bruised unconscious gentleman. Violet eyes flickering with luminosity she smirks, he was probably some idiot would be hero who stuck his nose where it didn't belong. Heroes had an irritating habit of doing so, particularly chivalric men.
She smiled as the barmaid approached. Speaking in a soft melodious voice she ordered, "A pot of twig tea, please."
Watching the barmaid turn and head to the kitchen she sat back, running a delicate hand through her silver hair, the impassivity returning to her face save for the subtle luminous flicker of her violet eyes.
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 02:02:26.
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Topic: Greetings, Salutations, Hellos, and all the rest
Subject: Greetings, Salutations, Hellos, and all the rest
I just wanted to pop in and introduce myself to the lot of you before jumping in. I like words, and you all seem like a fantastically verbal bunch. Haven't played in years, but hopefully I'll pick it back up again quickly. Looking forward to it all.
Besos!
Posted on 2008-09-03 at 01:10:43.
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