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Welcome to Lundene
A medieval role play

I will be doing this role play a bit differently than others.
All I am going to do is lay out everything you may need
to know about the setting. I'll keep track of weather and
time of day so that we're not stuck on the same one
long perpetual rainy day, so check this page often, and
check my IC posts. If something I write IC needs attention
called to it, I'll bold and underline it.



ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Welcome to Lundene
Rules

The rules shall be few and far between, to better all of our role playing experiences.

1. ToS- Obey.
2. Me- Obey.
3. GM/PP/WTFE- Don't do it.
4. Characters- Don't care, do whatever you want.
5. Post Length- Don't care. I won't give you a one
liner, try to give me the same respect.
6. Grammar & Spelling- Use them.
7. Profiles- A'int using them (a'int is a word btw.) If you
want it, I suppose I can make a profile thread to stash them,
but I feel like profiles take some of the fun out of it.
8. Me- Obey.
9. ToS- Obey.
10. Me- I'm well aware that I wrote the same rules twice.
This only stresses their importance.
11. Me- I'm lazy, get over it.



ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Welcome to Lundene
The City Information

Size: enormous
Walls: wood and stone, with many gates
Layout: built around two rivers
Attractions: fountains, beautiful new architecture and gladiator ring
Famous For: textiles and good weather
Nearest Tavern: just beyond the entrance
Nearest Brothel: a few blocks from the tavern
Guards: good at dice, bad at fighting
Locals: very hospitable
Crime: somewhat high
Economic Base: crafting
Main Craft: textiles
Economy: weak but stable
Government: several nominally 'elected' officials
Major Influence: economy
Corruption: somewhat high
Religious Influence: weak
Streets: full of vendors and smells of spice
Buildings: keep windows open

Courtesy of: chaoticshiny.com, minor changes made to the generated by yours truly.




ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Time of Day / Weather



Monday / Tuesday / Wednesday / Thursday / Friday / Saturday / Sunday

Spring / Summer / Autumn / Winter

Sunny / Dark / Cloudy / Rainy / Snowy

Stupid Hot / Hot / Warm / Comfortable / Cool / Cold / Stupid Cold

Dawn / Early Morning / Mid-Morning / Late Morning / Noon
Early Afternoon / Mid Afternoon / Late Afternoon / Early Evening / Evening
Late Evening / Dusk / Early Night / Midnight / Late Night / Twilight




ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
White / Black Lists



White List
<3 <3 <3 <3

Black List
Seriously, how did you pull this off?



ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Announcements


4/22/2012 8:18 PM EST--- Almost done dudes. Get those characters ready!
4/22/2012 8:24 PM EST--- GO!



ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Reserved


Because I give not a s**t.


ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Reserved


Because I give not a s**t.


ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Reserved


Because I give not a s**t.


ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Friendly Dabbler

Welcome to Lundene
Reserved


Don't wait around for me, post all you like.


ToC:
Post 1: Introduction
Post 2: Rules
Post 3: The City
Post 4: The Weather & Time of Day
Post 5: White/Black Lists
Post 6: Announcements
Posts 7-10: Reserves
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Oksana Zolnerowich

Velika Mat'-Zemlia, Rus' velikaia!
Oi, shiroki prostory tvoi.
Kak chrez zlatye polia beskrainie,
Deti Dazhd'boga prishli.

Gherez debri vekovye,
Skvoz' dalekie kraia,
Vyshli bratiia rodnye —
To Dazhd'boga synov'ia.
Stiagi groznye vzdymaia,
Vozrodim byluiu Rus'!
Sohranim zavety Pravi —
Pred Bogami ia klianus'!




Oi-da, matushka,
Nochka-Svarogovna,
Skroi sedye zavety ottsov
Ot glaza chernogo liuta voroga
V gushe sviaschennyh lesov.


Snova, serdtsem zamiraia,
Slovo molvim, chut' dysha:
Slav'sia, Matushka rodnaia!
Slav'sia, Russkaia dusha !



              It was pitch dark, the stars and moon were covered by the clouds that had been dropping snow for the past two days, and the snow now reached halfway to the brim of Oksana's boots. Lucky for Oksana, she was from the North, where the winters lasted for years and the summers for days, tonight's cold almost didn't bother her. Almost. Her fingers felt like they were turning to icicles in her gloves, and her blond hair felt defiantly thin and airy, even with the scarf tied round her head to keep her hair covering her ears. Her furs weren't helping at this point either, and her poor horse looked like it was about to fall where it walked. That was why Oksana wasn't riding, the poor thing could hardly stand, despite the care that she gave to it, it was enough for the dear to carry the load of her gear, and even then, she'd donned her mail and layered her extra clothing in the attempt to keep herself warm and lighten the load for her darling Gavriil.

              She could see a dim light in the distance, and this light had become her new destination. Where there was light... there was fire, and where there was fire, there was warmth, and possibly food and a horn of ale. What she wouldn't give for a horn of ale to warm her increasingly aching joints. The light was high up, like it were atop a guard tower. If it were a guard tower, that would mean a town. Then again, it could have been on a hill, the day was already so dark nearing dusk, and the snowfall so thick, she could hardly tell. If it were on a hill, it could be a camp. She would prefer to come upon a town, a camp meant that there was the possibility of a fight. Whilst Oksana enjoyed the thought of a good fight to get the adrenaline pumping and the blood flowing, all she wanted was to get warm and get some rest at this point, she'd get herself into a bar fight when she was capable of feeling her fingers.

              There was a noise in the snow a few feet off to her right. Whatever it was, she was between it and Gavriil. She looked about, squinting her eyes to find the source of the noise. If it weren't for the fact she'd managed to spot the eyes in the snow, she wouldn't have seen the dire wolf already charging for her and Gavriil. Oksana drew her sword from its sheath on Gavriil's saddle and gave the horse a swift slap the bum to send her running for the light. She brought the sword around just in enough time for the dire wolf to bite the blade instead of her, and as she tried to slice the sword through the beast's mouth, the sheer weight of the animal nearly as big as she was knocked her onto her back in the snow, and the fight ensued to keep the beast from ripping Oksana's throat clear out of her neck.





Gherez debri vekovye,
Skvoz' dalekie kraia,
Molvim, bratiia rodnye:
Slav'sia, Rus', Zemlia moia!
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So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain



Alexandra shivered as she watched the warm smoke come from her mouth with an uneasy exhale. She grunted as she stammered through the town hoping to reach home before she froze to death. She began to pick up speed as she hoped for warmth. Her blood flow was very slow due to no warmth surrounding her. Just a chest plate in her arms and a cloak over her thin under armor.

Reaching a small hutch she walked up a few steps and kicked open the door lightly. "Finally home.." She said to herself, tossing her armor to the side of the door and walking to a small pit on the far left wall. She started a fire, the smell filled her home as she laid down in front of it to keep warm. "What an awful winter this will be."


She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.

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Life inside the music box ain't easy.
The mallets hit the gears are always turning,
and everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out.
And sing another melody completely.
So different from the one they're always singing.



Ren leaned in to a small burnt down home and sighed. He kept his silence and did not look about as he fell down and closed his eyes. He hasn't talked in years and is never noticed by anyone in town. As he watched the snow fall through a gaping hole in the roof he shuttered. 'I hope I finally die tonight...' He thought so unpleasantly as he rolled onto his side and huddled himself for some kind of warmth.


I close my eyes and think that i have found me,
but then I feel mortality surround me.
I want to sing another melody.
so different from the one I always sing.
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Oksana Zolnerowich

Velika Mat'-Zemlia, Rus' velikaia!
Oi, shiroki prostory tvoi.
Kak chrez zlatye polia beskrainie,
Deti Dazhd'boga prishli.

Gherez debri vekovye,
Skvoz' dalekie kraia,
Vyshli bratiia rodnye —
To Dazhd'boga synov'ia.
Stiagi groznye vzdymaia,
Vozrodim byluiu Rus'!
Sohranim zavety Pravi —
Pred Bogami ia klianus'!




Oi-da, matushka,
Nochka-Svarogovna,
Skroi sedye zavety ottsov
Ot glaza chernogo liuta voroga
V gushe sviaschennyh lesov.


Snova, serdtsem zamiraia,
Slovo molvim, chut' dysha:
Slav'sia, Matushka rodnaia!
Slav'sia, Russkaia dusha !



              Oksana got the dire wolf off of her sooner than later- a swift kick the certain parts will bring any male, human or otherwise, to attention. Just because she'd kicked him in his precious parts though didn't mean he was going to leave her be. No doubt the dire wolf was just as hungry as she was, and she considered herself lucky that Gavriil had gotten away, at least from what she could see. The good news for Oksana was also that she got the fight she wanted. She got to her feet quickly, bearing a wide playful grin and a more than hearty laugh as she braced herself for the wolf again. It'd flung her sword out of reach, and were she to attempt to get at it, the dire wolf would have her arm before she could wrap her fingers round the hilt.

              So Oksana went to plan b. She drew her hunting knife from her belt and restanced herself in the snow. "Alright... Com'n ya beautiful pup, you'll make a fine cloak and supper!" She laughed it out as the dire wolf shook the snow from its fur, and it charged for her again, giving a loud, guttural growl. Oksana sidestepped it, slicing for its back with her knife, only managing to shave a bit of fur off.

              All the while, Gavriil had managed to gallop the rest of the way to city, and now the guards at the gate were trying to calm the spooked and frantic horse to no avail. Were it not for Oksana's belongings and the saddle the guards might have thought it wild. She neighed loudly, lifting onto her rear legs, threatening to strike the guards with her hooves.

              The dire wolf shrieked loudly as Oksana's knife met its mark in the back of its neck. Soon, the wolf lay motionless on the ground and Oksana was wiping the blood from her knife and putting it back on her belt. "Told ya you'd make fer a fine cloak... Yer meat might well be a bit tough... Lucky fer ya I've got strong teeth." She clapped her hands together before rubbing them against each other for a bit, then pulled a glove off. Putting her thumb and forefinger to her lips, she gave a loud whistle for Gavriil, who consequently settled down finally and let the guards handle her. No doubt the poor dear was being a handful, might as well let her know she was alright. She put her glove back on quickly, then marched across the snow to where her sword lay and picked it up. Grabbing the wolf by the tail, she started to drag it along behind her, following Gavriil's tracks.





Gherez debri vekovye,
Skvoz' dalekie kraia,
Molvim, bratiia rodnye:
Slav'sia, Rus', Zemlia moia!

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