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Aim of the Guild: A small fishing shack, a place for one to come and go as he pleases in order to escape the ordeals of the world, and find a place to relax if only for a moment. Here no one is judged on their past, or the decisions they choose to make, everyone is welcome, and free to stay as long as they like. There is no hatred here, only hope.

Open to Attack: The fishing shack is always open to be intruded upon by military figures, or to have individuals pass through in travel to a battle. However, attacking the shack is not advised as attacking the shack will result in one’s own demise.

Story: Once a great shinobi capable of almost every jutsu known to the world, Noah Akhilles has left his violent lifestyle in the past, instead choosing to run a small fishing shack and inn located in the Northern most recesses of the country, enjoying the warm summers, and mild winters. It is here that he fishes daily, and goes about his life as a peasant leaving his noble name behind, living in solitude. Running the shack is a full-time responsibility and thus attends to it in every way he can throughout the day, choosing to live modestly.

Description: Atop of a small hill lies the shack, a single gravel road leads up to it, lined with river rocks, a tribute to Noah’s need for perfection. All about the hill is levelled gardens, containing carrots, rice and potatoes, all of which Noah grows himself, and tenders to daily. The hill looks out onto the river stream which is only some hundred yards away, allowing for easy access to both fresh spring water which runs down from the mountain, and fish when needed. The shack itself is small, split into three small living quarters, one which Noah claims as his own, yet is rarely seen in, a cooking area immediately to the left of the entrance, and a small storage cabinet where food goods, cooking materials and utensils are kept. The shack is made of mahogany, Noah’s favourite type of wood, and is roofed by clay shingles, which Noah had made himself from the waters of the lake two miles to the east of the shack. No larger than five hundred square feet in size, Noah takes no claim to the land, allowing animals to enter if they choose to, wishing the keep the environment as it was before he intruded.

Alignment: The entirety of this location is a neutral place where one may seek shelter from the cruelties of the world. Here neither evil nor good exists, instead choosing to remain in a state of well-being, balance and flux.

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Defenses: The shack has no defenses except the wooded forest, the difficulty in finding the shack, and Noah himself.

Rules:
1. Anyone is allowed to enter the area of the fishing shack, and be in the shack at any time.
2. The use of asterisks are strictly forbidden. If you use an asterisk to indicate action than you may leave or choose to edit your role play style.
3. The time frame of this role play is between 1200 – 1600 AD. If I see a space ship, an automatic rifle, a laser, or any of that junk, I will sodomise you with the wrong end of my e-shovel.

Member List:

A list of regulars who frequent the shack, and are always welcomed.

Trop.exe - Owner and Founder

Special Note:

I would like to thank the moderators on the 15th of December for cleaning the Free For All Subforum!

I Will Post This In Your Thread If You Are Wrong:

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Dear GaiaOnline User,

This is just a friendly reminder to please refer to the Free For All Forum Rules and Guidelines on posting threads within the forum.

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OPEN! domokun

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Time passed slowly, Noah enjoyed this. Nothing exciting happened, no loud noises, no screaming, no crying, just the sound of the river's water lapping over top of the rocks which dared peak their tips out. His back was planted against his canvas bag, containing pots and pans, spices, travel gear, and of course his utensils. His fishing rod held firmly in his hands, rocking it back forth allowing the line to flicker slightly in the bright sun. It was just past noon and Noah had been fishing all morning preparing his meal for the evening. It was his fishing day for the week, and he enjoyed the quiet. Each week he worked around his fishing shack, keeping it in shape so that way he could come and fish once a week in the river. Placing an apple flavoured hard candy in his mouth, sucking on it gently, he pursed his lips as the floating bobber dropped beneath the water indicating a fish had been caught. Slowly reeling it in, not wishing to alarm the fish bringing it closer to the river bank, before he tugged greatly on the rod, sending the fish into the air. Pulling back on the rod in his left hand, from beneath his long sleeved sweater he removed a single senbon needle tossing it into the air, piercing the fish through the head, killing it instantly. The fish landed in Noah's basket filled with seven other almost identical to it, none of them felt a thing.

Bowing his head to the river he said a small prayer, clasping his right hand around his fisted left hand, letting the rod drop to the ground. Raising his head, Noah made his way over to the basket, removing the needle slowly, not wishing to damage the fish anymore, letting the needle slip back inside his sweater before beginning to remove the hook from the fish's mouth. Making his way back to his rod and bag, tying the rod to the side of the no longer blood stained bag, he lifted the bag up over top of his shoulder. Walking through the tall grass once more, he braced himself as he picked up the large wicker basket, almost as big as he was. Standing at five feet tall, Noah had grown almost eight inches since he had left everything behind. His pink hair was now black, cut short to keep the sweat out of his eyes, bells no longer adorning the spikes, a trademark of his brutal past.

His brown shorts, and white wife beater worn beneath his green zippered sweater, giving him a much more earthy tone to his clothing, once much more flamboyant. Passing underneath a maple tree, he looked upwards, a figure sitting atop the lowest branch. Not more than a foot and an half in height Boo, sat rocking his legs back and forth freely from the tree branch. "Soca." The bear nodded and leapt onto Noah's shoulder, like they once did so many years ago. Boo had joined Noah, and that could only mean one thing.

[Leo Ardor]

[[Wow, another new guild that has a ban on even semi-modern tech. Whatever happened to variety in the FFA? Bah.]]

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OoC : Are you going to role-play or continue to b***h?

[DARKSTAR~CHAN]

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An Indigo Child of sorts, Miss Lucreacia walked quietly about the area, taking in all it's smells, and beauty. Within no time, she found herself upon a bit of a gravel road.

"Mmmph, interesting!" She exclaimed, happily sliding out into the open, her dress flowing about her. Her bag slide down her arm, a bell jiggling loudly on it's front.

The barefooted beauty picked her way up the hill, and found herself momentarily stopping to smell the roses, on in this case, garden itself. With a sorta relaxed sigh, she dropped down on her haunches, and touched the soil happily.

It was then she spied the shack, and heard the sound of the stream. Leaving her bag where it had fallen from her shoulders, she was up, picking her way to the homestead. She quietly brushed her black curling hair from her face, as she inspected the area for any sign of life.

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A wave of his paper fan across his face, the smell of lilacs in the air mixing with the mulch and sounds of wild life calmed Noah's facial expression at the appearance of another within the area of his shack. It had been a while since he has actually seen someone, and while Noah was not particularly interested, he did however wish to seem rude nor overly anxious to meet someone.

Boo sat beside Noah, who currently sat in what appeared to be a wooden lawn chair, poorly made by a soldier who wished to pay respect to Noah for saving him and letting him stay at his place until he recovered. Noah now rarely left his seat, instead choosing to drink lemonade, and listen to the sound of the wind blow through the grass.

"Oh, Boo, we have a new guest. Go prepare the good sheets." Noah stared at Boo and than turned to the girl. "Do hurry." Continuing to wave himself with the paper fan, Boo disappeared into the shack to prepare the guest room for the new guest.

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Her eyes quickly fell upon the sitting man. Nervous hands brushed her somewhat dirtied white dress, trying to press the wrinkles out of it. Unlike the name sitting, she, herself was always anxious around new people, and even slightly stupid. She wasn't social in the least.

Lucreacia averted her eyes, and then looked back up at him from across the garden. "Uh, hello thar," she said awkwardly, "Am I intruding?" She lifted her head up, attempting to get a better look, as she picked her way closer to him, trying to see whomever just disappeared inside.

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Arching his back slowly, Noah blinked a couple of times at this apparently idiotic individual, of course it could perhaps be an act put on to throw Noah off. Leaning out of his seat, Noah's wooden sandals sank into the gravel slightly, the metal plates beneath them sounding off against the ground with each step as Noah walked toward the girl, the sun directly behind him, his shadow lengthening as his apparent height shortened. He walked right up in front of her, and stared upwards at her, his short stature a representation of his young age.

Bowing slightly so his head just rubbed against her breasts as it passed by. "Hello." Stepping back as he came up his eyes following her dress up to her hips and stopping. "Hm. Do you seek shelter, food, or wisdom? Whatever it may be you will find it here, stepping to the side slightly, ensuring that Boo would not be visible and capable of hiding before he entered with the guest. Speaking louder than before, Noah announced to the woman and to those who were listening from the inside,"I will take you inside now, you may inform me of who you are and stories of your travel as we come inside."

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She looked at him like he was slightly insane. And, not to mention that he got very close to her, she wasn't fond of that in the least.

"Er, sure. . . I'd like to get some of my talents in ship-shape. . . . Why are you talking so loudly?" She dipped her head lower, and slouched trying to get a good view of him. It ended up with her slightly tilted to the side, and pointing a finger at him and the shack behind him.

She blinked again, one too many times. "Names' Lucreacia. Don't have a last name, not worth keepin' it. . . ." She snapped out of her momentary lapse of ill-manners, "and you, sir?" She smiled, trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

She felt sorta funny being so nice to him, and even more awkward at being taller by at least a half foot. "You're pretty smart for being a squirt," she said idly.

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