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Post by OldSkoolRPGer on Aug 23, 2003 0:45:22 GMT -5
(Heh, we have gone way ooc, I think I left off here)
Keirin sits at the glossy, wooden bar, finishing his glass of scotch. His ears perk and fall at every rise and fall of the beautiful notes. <I must meet that excellent lute player, that song is so beautiful, yet so haunting and oddly familiar.> He gets up from the stool and calmly aproaches the merry little band of people surronding the bard with a smile and a simple <Hello there.>
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Rajal Tikana
RPG Townie
Evil Minded Lady
Dubbah U tee eff M8
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Post by Rajal Tikana on Aug 23, 2003 4:21:20 GMT -5
Meekia was confused from all the explaining and such in the house... though she got it over with, and now she was ready to go... but not just yet. The small girl sat at the fountain and pulled out the item she was tinkering earlier and started to work on it again.
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Post by The One True Kefka on Aug 23, 2003 5:21:24 GMT -5
Name: Thorn (has a last name, but is disjointed from his family and is loathe to talk about his past)
Age: 149 (equivalent to a 27 year old human)
Race: Sh'kura (plural Sh'kur, a race of evil dwarves. They hate vampires and other undead with a zealous passion. They are only really considered 'evil' because of their low tolerance for weakness, but this has resulted in a very strong race, strong enough to be somewhat resistant to the Fog. From birth they are trained to fight, and though most are warriors quite a few Sh'kur are very powerful magic-users.)
Class: Assassin
Weapon: Long dagger
Personality: Sh'kur are an exceptionally strong and wise race - their rigid society doesn't allow for weakness, therefore every Sh'kura that grows to adulthood is an excellent fighter, as well as being adept in the arts of magic. Thorn is no exception, being the son of a general. Though he's reticient and withdrawn, he's extremely arrogant and self-centered, and very condescending to those he doesn't think highly of.
Appearance/Picture: Only about three feet all, and completely bald. His eyes are a bright, piercing green, and he wears a black cloak over a light suit of Sh'kur chainmail (which is similar to a drow's armor). His eyes are constantly roving around, absorbing every bit of his surroundings. He wears a hood over his head, and he keeps his dagger at the ready at all times.
Hometown: Konwaa
Hometown's Appearance: More a fortified encampment than a village or town, Konwaa is filled with reinforced stone buildings and soldiers.
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Post by Blue Barry Jam on Aug 23, 2003 16:29:47 GMT -5
"What the...?" Elengar quietly said. He had a very clear look of confusion and disbeleif on his face. He walked over to the K'ida playing the lute.
He removed his hood, reveiling several tattoos on his bald head. "I never had imagined that in all my years of living that I would hear a K'ida miss a note. Especially not one that is so obviosly self-taught like yourself."
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Post by The Patryn on Aug 23, 2003 22:10:50 GMT -5
(OOC: The hometown thing was cut out Kef, you live in our town now *Evil laughter*. Also, is it just me, or is everyone "Somewhat immune to the fog"? :-p)
Seeing the Greghas tinkering with the machine made Raven curious. Leaning over the little creature's shoulder he asked "What you got there?"
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Post by TranceRolin on Aug 23, 2003 22:43:20 GMT -5
(Notice I was the original one. OldSkool also had good reason but being an evil midget? There's no reasoning behind it lol.)
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Post by The One True Kefka on Aug 23, 2003 22:46:51 GMT -5
Thorn stood in line, his arms crossed in exasperation. "d**n it... I should have come later," he thought to himself. "All of these buffoons aren't even going to make the cut; I can tell already. Look at them. They're all flimsy little weaklings that can hardly hold themselves up. Hell, if there weren't so many people here..." His thought was cut short by a brutish-looking fellow pushing his way through the line.
"Forget waiting." Thorn began to shove his way through the line. After all, he knew that he and all Sh'kur were stronger and smarter than these heathens; why shouldn't he get what he wanted?
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Post by TranceRolin on Aug 23, 2003 23:20:23 GMT -5
(Okay can we just say that they went through the line and now they called us back we went through the tests n nuts so we can get on with it? This is taking longer than when I gm rps, and that takes a hell of a long time . . . Despite the fact that most people appreciate the detail into my work, even I have a limit.
Maybe it's the fact that there are so many people in this RP that it will be sluggish? Meh.)
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Post by OldSkoolRPGer on Aug 24, 2003 0:29:40 GMT -5
(I'm still waiting to be spoken to...I did say hi after all... )
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Post by TranceRolin on Aug 24, 2003 0:36:24 GMT -5
(lol dude we were outside not in a pub . . . so you went from a bar to outside where you heard us? in the town plaza, which is most likely to be a market with outdoor vendors and such n.n but oh well)
Rolin turns to the new arrival. He waves his hand, and says, <Hi.>
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Post by OldSkoolRPGer on Aug 24, 2003 0:56:37 GMT -5
(You forget my heightened senses, my friend, and the bar was next to the building in the plaza.)
Keirin takes a few moments, searching for something to say. <So, um, I see your signing up to join the exploritory party. I wish you luck then, there are quite a bit of challengers here.> Keirin thinks for a moment, and then he sees a human through the corner of his eye. <Why do they bother?> He says to himself.
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Post by TranceRolin on Aug 24, 2003 1:07:46 GMT -5
(So sue me for not memorizing your character sheet . . . Good thing you know urs =D)
Rolin speaks quite loudly, because he sees that this newcomer is mild-mannered at least, and so isn't afraid to speak his mind.
<A lot of them just see this as another fast money making scheme . . . Greedy bastards . . . Even if they got through the screening process, they don't know what they're doing. Regular humans aren't fit for wandering out into the mist, just yet. They'll be a burdon any time that it gets rough out there, and an annoyance due to the ignorance of most of them the rest of the time.>
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Post by OldSkoolRPGer on Aug 24, 2003 1:47:02 GMT -5
<I share your disgust, my friend, but no need to explain here, I'm sure you know the story of my race. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Keirin Utmara, a fellow adventurer and a Luto Naek. By the way, what song is that lutist playing?> Keirin shifts his body weight and keeps the nearby human in his sights, ready to pounce if approached.
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Post by TranceRolin on Aug 24, 2003 1:50:24 GMT -5
Rolin shrugged. <It's Freya Megiami, I couldn't tell you whether it was the original or one of the other versions, though, I'm sure that Jerahn knows.>
Rolin chuckled a bit, and turned to Jerahn.
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Post by OldSkoolRPGer on Aug 24, 2003 2:02:32 GMT -5
Keirin watched the nimble fingers glide over the lute with amazing fluidity, he hardly even noticed that he had dropped his guard. <I wouldn't dare bother him, it would be a crime to interupt such beauty, such form, he's incredible!> Keirin continues to watch the event with wide eyes.
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