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"Grandaddy! Grandaddy!" Yelled little Robbie in bed, watching the flames of the fireplace keep burning. Grandfather Bulmer walked into the room, hearing Robbie's cry. "What is it, Robbie?" He asked in his raspy voice. "Can you tell me a story?"
Grandfather Bulmer smiled in satisfaction. "Of course I can." he said, sitting down on a stool near the bed. "Once upon a time, in a magical land named Manthodor..."
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Lysander, a rookie knight was called to the Throne Room of Manthodor, As he walked in, he saw King Hannus pacing in front of the royal throne. He was only 30 for a King, because his father passed away long ago. An old man was sitting on the Prince's chair. Prince Hannus was away for some ancient quest, or something along those lines. The old man was bald, and all the hair went to his chin.
King Hannus was glad to see Lysander. "Good you're here." He said. He grabbed Lysander by the shoulder and lead him to the man in the Prince's chair. "This is the one, Sir Takim."
The man named Takim looked up at Lysander. He smiled in a relieving way. "Good..." He said in a voice you can tell he has aged by. "Our hero has arrived."
Lysander looked shocked, but then he relieved himself. "Sir, I am only a beginning knight. I gaurd the king and prince." He said, protesting the idea. Takim only smiled, and almost laughed to himself. It was more of a half-laugh, though.
"That's the first step of being one. Not thinking you are one." Takim said wisely. But a grim look took over him immediately. "The Door of Tranquility has opened. Evil sprirts are running loose." He said.
"Isn't the Door of Trainquility a myth?" Lysander asked. King Hannus began to sepak, "No, it is all too real." He said. "King Nanush has escaped from the Door of Trainquility, and he spread them around all over the country of Unguny." he said. "All twelve."
"You are the Hero of Trainquilty." Takim said. "You are our only hope to seal the door.
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All Keys:
Key of Love
Key of Luck
Key of Doom
Key of Thought
Key of Peace
Key of Equality
Key of Chaos
Key of Beauty
Key of Hope
Key of Tragedy
Key of Cunning
Key of Death
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Rules:
No Killing Players
No Godmodding
No Ubering
No Being Evil
I Know The Location Of All Twelve Keys
No Leets
No Being A Gaurd Of The Key
I Will Be King Hannus, And The Bad Guy
Romance Is Allowed
Two Sheets Allowed
No Guns
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Character Sheet:
Name:
A.ge: (16-30)
G.ender:
Class: (Knight, Archer, Necromancer, Assassin)
Weapon: (Make Weapons Midevil)
Physical Appearance:
Armor:
Personality:
Bio:
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Mine:
Name: Lysander Smither
A.ge: 22
G.ender: M
Class: Knight
Weapon: Double-edged blade
Physical Appearance: Short blond hair, blue eyes, 5'3", healthy condition.
Armor: Steel armor, lion rearing back with bald eagle on back, black leather sheath, wooden shield. Underneath is a rag of forest green tanktop, a leather belt, and forest green rags as pants.
Personality: Clever, second-guesses himself.
Bio: His father died when he was 19, so he was thrown in to being a knight.
Name: Namele Smither
A.ge: 20
G.ender: F
Class: Necromancer
Weapon: Spell Book.
Physical Appearance. Blond hair pulled back into a long braid, blue eyes, 5'1", healthy condtion.
Armor: Purple cotton robe, at waist and bottom is a white cotton frill, brown leather satchel to hold spell book.
Personality: Cunning, swift, tricky.
Bio: Went away after her father died. A year later, she came back a skilled Necromancer.
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We'll wait for two to start.
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I am an alt for rocky713. So if he comes and posts, that is me. |
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No one will post? Role-Playing has made me sad. Fantasy is a wonderful thing, and yet no one cares. Tear, tear, tear. |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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(Hold yer' horses, I'm comin'.) |
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(Good, someone comes in.) |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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Name: Targ
Ag/e: 30
Gender: Male
Class: Knight
Weapon: A very large battle-axe, with a double-sided blade. The handle is firm wood, while the blade is steel.
Physical Appearance: Targ stands almost impossibly tall, at 7 feet, and has a very broad, muscular build. The right side of his face has a deep scar, going from his chin to his forehead, and his right eye is squinted. His eyes are a deep purple/lavender color. His skin is bronze from constant 'work' in the sun. He has a Horseshoe beard, connected to a pair of sideburns. These sideburns lead to his actual hair, which stops at the middle of his neck. It is heavily spiky and unkempt. All of his hair is dark brown.
Armor: Full cloth and leather armor, with a bear hide cloak. He has a steel shoulder cauldron, attached to a chain. The chain is connected to a steel stomach guard. The cauldron has three large spikes on it. Over his head, Targ wears a full steel helmet, with a pair of large iron horns. It has a noseguard and ear guards.
Personality: Brutal, impatient, stubborn, gregarious.
Bio: Targ has always been a simple man, gaining what he needed through combat and hard work. He's less of a knight, and more of a barbarian. Currently, all he wants is the keys and something to fight. He is chaotic neutral, in the sense that he fights to get what he needs, but he doesn't fight with random strangers. He is an individual first and last.
(Yoo whippersnappers need t' be tau' a lesson.) |
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Character Sheet:
Name: Frand
A.ge: 20
G.ender: M
Class: Knight
Weapon: Steel Shortsword, Steel KiteShield
Physical Appearance: Average Height, Pale, Brown Eyes, Black Hair.
Armor: Iron ChestPlate, Iron ShoulderGuards, Iron Armguards, Iron Helmet with A full-face Visor, Iron LegGuards, Chainmail Underneath.
Personality: Grumpy, Nice not often.
Bio: Frand is A knight, Really. Not alot is known about him, unless you are talking in battles. (More Details get told piece by piece.)
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Are Knight, Necromancer, Assassin and Archer the only classes? Or can you be like a druid or something? I'm fine either way, but I need to know so I can post my CS. |
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twigs181Join Date: 2008-04-05
Post Count: 895 |
Name: Beothach Jarman
A.ge: 22
G.ender: M
Class: Archer
Weapon: Yew Longbow, Bucker, Sax Knife
Physical Appearance: Medium Cut brown hair, green eyes, a scar running from his chin to his timple on his right side, brown stubles on his cheeks and around his mouth, a bit of an upturned nose, tanned skin, medium built, and 6'1''
Armor: Leather Armor, Over Cloak
Personality: Patient, watchful, forward thinking, and a good orator.
Bio: A basic human who has had a love for the outdoors ever since he was able to leave his home. He knows his way around the land and is one with his enviroment. He usually spends weeks at a time out in the wilderness to return to the tavern for a long night of merriment. He has a wildman look in his eyes. When combat does happen, he is merciless. He is a predator. Once you are in his sights, there is no escape. |
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(I guess we can begin, because I am afraid that I might not get another post. And thank you for the lesson.)
[ Lysander ]
After I learned the news, I walked out of the castle with my sister, Namele. I walked into town, unaware of my surroundings. I bumped into a large man, and became afraid. I was going to die before I even knew the location of the first key. |
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goxapolloJoin Date: 2009-09-12
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Name: Skylar
A.ge: 18
Gender: F
Class: Knight
Weapon: Large double handed sword, and two sets of double sabers
Physical Appearance: She stands at 5'9, has a small, flexible, but strong build that helps her in battle. She has two tear shaped scar, one under each eye, she has dark gold eyes, her skin is tan.
Armor: Light armor that she can move around easily in, it is pure black.
Personality: Loud, carefree, strong-willed, if pushed to much she gets mad easily and she will kick things.
Bio: TBR |
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(LATE POST ABOVE)
(Thank you everyone for joining!)
(And the guy who asked, I don't know what the heck a druid is, but those are the only classes I know the would fit in Fantasy Land.) |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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(My necromantic powers have brought this thread to life...
It's alive, IT'S ALLLIIIVE!)
Targ grunted, as he felt a smaller person bump into his back. He had been picking out food from a stand. He slowly turned around, his massive battle-axe still hefted onto his shoulder."Watch it." he growled through clenched teeth. |
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goxapolloJoin Date: 2009-09-12
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(-slaps self- For got hair, dark brown hair that reaches her shoulders and has bright red tips that flare out, part of her bangs cover her right eye.) |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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(Druid- In fantasy, a druid is basically a nature wizard/mage. In real life, it was a kind of priest, I believe.) |
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[ Lysander ]
"Yes sir...I was trying to find something and wasn't paying attention and you're going to beat me into a pulp now, aren't you?" I asked the tall man.
[ Namele ]
"I got this, brother." I said. I walked in front of Lysander and said. "Thank you, were on a quest to close the Door of Tranquility, and if you want to stop us, you will probably die trying to save our country." |
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twigs181Join Date: 2008-04-05
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It was my first time in town in over a month. I shifted past crowds of people and using my sax knife I cut a coinpurse off someone's side as I caught it with my right hand. Getting about 30 meters down I lifted it up. "About...20 gold coins I presume...Enough to get my through the month." As I continued, I saw a huge figure about a foot taller than me. I was tall, but he was a giant. As I shifted through I tried to avoid him, but I was shoved and I knocked into him. |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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Targ stared at Namele for a few moments, before a grin slowly went across his face."You are searching for this door too, then?" he asked, now becoming interested. For a while, he had been searching for the doors. Mostly, for his own gains. Still, he didn't mind traveling with a group. |
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Character Sheet:
Name: Crao
A.ge: 29
G.ender: M
Class: Archer.
Weapon: Oak Longbow, Bronze Dagger
Physical Appearance: Weakly Built, Tanned Skin. Blonde Stubble, Blue Eyes,
Armor: One Bronze ShoulderGuard Leather Top With Green Top Below the neck. And Pants, Regular Boots. Small Iron Helmet. Neck Chainmail.
Personality: Harsh. Not caring. Patient..
Bio: A Rookie Archer, He has always been a simple archer. Making his own Longbows. Lived most of his life on a farm. When He Was Let of the 'leash.' He Started to train to become a Archer, He only knows basic Archery. Give him a couple of coins, And he can be a deadly shot. Doesn't give much of a effort when he knows he isn't going to be paid. |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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(Late post.)
Targ turned his head to the man who had bumped into him, grunting with frustration. How many people would do that today."Watch it." he once again muttered, though now he looked less angry and more annoyed. |
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goxapolloJoin Date: 2009-09-12
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Skyalr sat in a tree just on the outskirts of town, she was relaxing and taking a break. |
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[ Namele ]
"Yes, we are looking for the keys to close the door." At this time, I see a man fall behind this behemeth. I pulled out a dagger in my back pocket. "Speak peasent!" I yelled at the man on the ground. I held the dagger to his neck. |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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(I'm a living magnet, apparently :P.) |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
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Targ turned back to Namele, a bit surprised at the hostility. Not that he cared, though. He backed away a bit, and watched. |
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[ Namele ]
"Well?" I said, putting the dagger until it poked his neck. "What is your name. pheasent?"
[ Lysander ]
I moved the man away from the dagger. "Don't worry, sis, this is just a theif." |
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[Frand]
I was in a bar with Caro. Drinking some be.er, "Crao! Have enough" I said laughing. I ordered another one and started drinking it.
[Crao]
"I can't have another" I replied coughing. I got up and tried to walk to the exit. Falling over Alot.
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