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I sat up on the Tin Roof of the Airdock, with the sun gently caressing my neck with it's kind warmth. I stared out over the Green Hills and Valleys that stretched out before me. I breathed in deep, and smiled. Today was going to be a good day. |
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EcologeaJoin Date: 2010-04-11
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I climbed up into my tree house, with Neta behind me. |
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I was sitting in a chair in my cottage.
It was better than sitting on a pile of rocks. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
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I slid off the Tin Roof, and onto the Deck of the Trade Airship, where a Roiven Blades member was helping Golden Feather crew with their Trade Goods. The Blades Member raised a hand, and said "Hoi Ruth. Happy Birthday."
"Thanks Oren!" I said, raising a hand in turn, before running onto the main deck of the Airdock, and hopping onto the Balluster of the curved staircase that lead down into Town. |
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I sighed. I didn't think there was an airship near the Elian settlement.
So I just sat here. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
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I slid out into the Bustling Streets of Dynsford, taking off at a run towards my Home to gather up my things for the journey to Ronydstig. It would likely take more than a day since I was going on a Trade Ship, we would be stopping off at different Villages and Settlements. |
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I exited my cottage to inspect the forest. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
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I vaulted over a low fence, and barreled through the door to my house, my mother calling after me as I dashed up the stairs. "Ruth! What are you doing!"
"I'm leaving for Ronydstigh!" I called.
"Well take your Father's sword with you, and his Gloves!"
"Okay Mom!" I said, dashing downstairs, a small satchel on my back. I dashed to the Fireplace, over which hung a Purple Scabbard, containing a Rusted Iron Cutlass. I strapped this to my lower back, and picked up a pair of Iron Plated Gloves from a basket. My boots were already plated with Iron from the job I had as an Apprentice with the Roiven Blades. As I stood there, holding my Satchel, a Cutlass on my Back and wearing my Father's gloves, my Mother looked at me, her arms crossed. "You remind me of your Father." she smiled, before ruffling my hair. "Mom! I'm not a kid!"
She laughed, and pushed me out the door. "Make me proud Honey."
"I will Mom!" I dashed off back towards the Airdock. But before I got out onto the Streets, a Hand grabbed me by the back of the neck. "Hold on there Ruth!" came my Father's voice, before he yanked me backwards, and turned me around to face him as he stood with an Axe balanced on his shoulder. "You weren't going to leave without saying goodbye to your Old Man were you?" |
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The forest was well today. I loved the trees. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
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"Bye Dad." I sighed.
"Bye Ruth." he smiled. "Make us Proud."
"That's what Mom said."
"Yeah, now I'm saying it." My Dad patted me on the shoulder. "Get going, or you'll miss your Airship."
"How did you-"
"You aren't the quietest about these things. Everyone in the Roiven Blades knows."
"Oh." I set off at a sprint towards the Airdock. "Bye Dad!" I called back.
"Bye Ruth." he called back, standing with the Axe on his shoulder, and watching me run. |
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soangJoin Date: 2007-09-15
Post Count: 3789 |
Name: Eric Ethrington
@ge: 34
Gender: M
Species: Sapen
Race: Ter
Affiliations: Occasionaly does buisness with the Golden Feather.
Location: In Roddyn, at Eagles Roost, about 3 days away from Dynsford, and 4 days away from Ronydstigh. However the keep can be visible during the day, even at a place as far away as Dynsford.
Appearance: About 5 feet tall, short brown hair, emerald green eyes, a scar running from his ear to his chin
Clothing: A linen shirt with long leather pants.
Armour: A pigface helmet, covering a chainmail coif. Steel plate armor, grieves, and gauntlets. The armor is inlayed with small amounts of Achrom, which forms an eagle on the chestplate. The plate armor covers a layer of chainmail armor.
Weapons: A steel longsword, and a steel shield inlayed with achrom which forms the crest of an eagle on it.
Magic Potential: No
Occupation: Leader of the Eagle Knights.
Inventory: A sandstone and a water flask.
Purse/Wallet: 20 Juls, 15 Wa's, 5 Ki, and 30 Ryd's. There is more but it is used for the Eagle knights, not personal use.
Bio: Born into an extremely wealthy family, who were strong supporters of the royal family, he would have been considered the black sheep of the family. He thought the royal family had to much power, and was full of rude spoiled individuals who no longer knew how to properly rule the kingdom. One day his family was killed during a bandit raid while they were traveling. Eric was the only survivor, and being the only remaining member of the family, he recieved everything they had owned. He sold everything, and growing tired of the royal familys snobery, he saught out other like minded individuals. He took all of his many, and then 20 others who followed his beliefs, set out and established there rebel group, The Eagle Knights. Using the money he had aquired, he was able to construct a small stone castle, and made a small village around it, calling it Eagles Roost. This rebel group has now grown to about 100, 60 of which are fit for combat. Although started with best intentions, public opinion of them dropped drasticaly, and years of myths and legends have portrayed the order as being evil monsters. They have grown used to this belief, and have found ways to use it to their advantage. His goals remain the same however, to overthrow the corrupt royal family. |
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Post Count: 8677 |
(HOLY CRAP HE'S UNAGING) |
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soangJoin Date: 2007-09-15
Post Count: 3789 |
(whoops forgot to change that lol.)
@ge:26
Bio: This rebel group has now grown to about 60, 40 of which are fit for combat. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
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(Good. Acceptereded.) |
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soangJoin Date: 2007-09-15
Post Count: 3789 |
I stood on the battlments of the keep, looking at the force below that had assembeled against us. An army of 50 soldiers, mostly pikeman and longswordsmen, had besieged our keep. Unfortunatly for them, they hadnt bothered to bring any bows, but we had. "Archers! Fire a volley!" I yelled as 20 some archers fired at the same time. They raised their shields to block the arrows, but the pikeman took serius casualties. "Is this all the royal family could bother to send!?" I yelled before laughing. |
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EcologeaJoin Date: 2010-04-11
Post Count: 3894 |
I saw my parents there. "Hi mama, hi daddy!" I yelled. "I'm going to get us some more supplies!" |
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After the extremely quick check of the forest, I decided to head toward the Elian settlement. |
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EcologeaJoin Date: 2010-04-11
Post Count: 3894 |
I soon came back with the supplies. |
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I entered the small settlement, full of shops, a inn, and several houses. |
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EcologeaJoin Date: 2010-04-11
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I climbed up into the tree house again. "I'm back!" I yelled. |
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I entered a shop to purchase something to eat. |
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I opened the door and went in. |
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I purchased a bowl of soup I might find interesting, leaving me with 9 Ryds. |
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RetalJoin Date: 2008-07-07
Post Count: 8677 |
I sprinted up the Spiral Staircase of the Airdock, the Cutlass clattering in the Sheath, and my Bag jingling with the assorted goods inside. |
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SigurdcrozovTop 25 PosterJoin Date: 2008-12-06
Post Count: 42613 |
Name: Thule
Ag/e: 905
Gender: Male
Species: Domin
Race: Devil
Affiliations: Often does business with Golden Feather
Continent: Residing over Roddyn
Appearance: Thule is a humanoid of a medium height, with a broad and barrel-chested build. His legs are replaced by those of a goat, as is his head. Thule's maw is filled with carnivorous teeth. His head possesses two curling pairs.
Thule's arms are furred, and his hands end with rock-hard digits. His human body parts are crimson red and flaky.
Thule's eyes and fur are black as the night.
Clothing: A tunic and cha/in-ma/il shirt under his torso plating.
Armour: Thule's chest, stomach and shoulders are guarded by steel plates, as are his shins and elbows. His hands are covered by gauntlets which posses small blades at the end of each finger.
Weapons: Onyx-black flail, unusually light and with a chain capable of being extended for up to 4 meters.
Magic Potential: No.
Occupation: Wanderer
Inventory: Pocket-watch attached to his belt, pack of rations, whetstone. Handcannon ball-pack, with other assorted supplies.
Purse/Wallet: None.
Bio: Thule, despite his monstrous appearance, is rather affable. Born through unknown means quite a long time ago, Thule quickly became adept at the various tools around him. He now prefers technology over magic, despite his seemingly supernatural birth.
Thule is also amoral at times, and deceptive. Thule will not become a trader until 5 years in the future, when he will gather his crew. |
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