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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:41 am
hello and welcome to the Glade! ok first off a little background about Ahrhem and such: Ahrhem is the homeland of the elves, a beautiful woodland country full of lush greenery and hills, and in winter tons of beautiful snow. kinda like Upper Michigan...ahem. anyways. not only the elves are known in this middle earth country. humans also live here plentifully. and many wizards. and some goblins which cause much trouble as they favor the flesh of the elves for supper. in the capital of the country, Trulinieth(imagine the elven city in Lord of the Rings), there is the ever popular and very famous pub, the Glade. all the gossip of the times get spread here, people come and trade small things, people meet and talk, there are dances and parties sometimes, and of course, the evles specialty, Ruinmahrin, the most delicious drink in all middle earth, only available hither. it is a rather fruity ale, kinda like present day margaritas, only much much better. Form For Character: your username:
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photo if you are able to find one: rules: keep swearing to a minimum. if your char is a dwarf we will give you a little break. only a little and for the sake of keeping the humorous antics of dwarfs in this rp. xD also no suggestive themes or over exagerated love scenes and no other then that, have fun with it!
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:36 am
your username: sagone hishukato your character name: sagone hishukato age: 19 gender: female race: elve interests: fighting, archery, singing, read and poetry job: gardener for her elderly aunt and protector of the village description: extremely long dark purple hair, deep midnight blue eyes, light skin, tall and slender, fairly muscular, keen eye sight an hearing, amazing with bow, wishes to be the Guardian of the Deliverers, a group of the finest elven archers in all of middle earth. photo if you are able to find one:  (sorry the hair is so awful, but i had to recolor it so it was purple. i am afraid i dont know who the artist is, but it is a beautiful piece of art. here is the original - elven archer)
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:41 am
Sagone opens the door to the Glade and walks in. she orders a drink and takes a seat by the window.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:00 pm
your username: punkanimefreec your character name: Derek age: 20 gender: male race: human interests: sword fighting, martial arts, writing, playing his fiddle job: mercenary description: Derek is a mercenary and loves all types of weapons but his favorite is the sword. he is actually a kind person, but remains emotionless on the job. photo if you are able to find one: 
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 2:14 pm
Derek sat at the bar. he ordered a drink, thinking about his last job. he mulled over it in his mind. The worst part was after he was done with his job. he usually felt guilty about it, but what else could he do? He needed money for food like anyone else, it wasn't like he knew the first thing about farming either. Weapons and his fiddle were all he knew, besides killing people and animals and the pain of everyday life.
He brushed the thoughts away. someone grabbed his shoulder but he didn't flinch. he knew that no one here would want to kill him or challenge him to a fight. He was right. The hand belonged to Mac, the tanner. "Derek," he said, "won't you play a little something for us to lighten the mood and make us merry, along with the ale?" Mac held in his hand a fiddle.
Derek smiled at the man. He turned and picked up his mug, finishing it in one swig and then grabbed the fiddle. "Alright, Mac, i always got to clean up after you. you make everyone mad at you for your loud unhinged mouth and then come running to me to settle them down. I see how this goes." Derek said teasingly, but Mac nodded his head in sad agreement.
"Just a few songs should do it." he said, slowly walking away. Derek nodded, taking the fiddle near a window, he sat on a stool and started playing slowly. He began with a elvish lullaby, and at the end switched smoothly into a lively folksong of the locals. People started getting up and they cleared away a great portion of the floor and started dancing.
Derek allowed himself a smile and played hard and vivaciously. he looked around the tavern and saw a girl near him, sitting next to a window. he motioned with his eyes for her to join the rest on the dance floor and gave her a wink, still playing perfectly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 4:13 pm
your username: vamkitten your character name: kitty age: 16 gender: female race: vampire cat interests: playing with tail job: sells cat food description: Lost orphane kitten accidentally upset a vampire who doomed her to continue to walk the earth alone as a vampire photo if you are able to find one: 
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:50 am
[waits for kitty or sagone to post *whistles~*]
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:23 pm
your username: shinkui your character name: Blythe age: eternal gender: female race: flying elf interests: swirlling over the forest on her set of pure white wings, singing job: prophet description: the wise and lonely elf destined to lead the forest in times of doom. sad and cold, but ususally gentle with animals photo if you are able to find one: 
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:55 pm
[yay another person!! *waits for someone to continue rp* hmm... perhaps i should make another character....]
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 1:09 pm
your username: punkanimefreec your character name: Demitrius age: 18 gender: male race: half human half waif interests: women, safety job: fugitive description: very outgoing, makes friends quickly especially girls or women, usually gets in trouble with authority, nice, easy to talk to. photo if you are able to find one: 
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 5:27 pm
Blythe glided over the dark skys and sighed. Danger is so near, but she was ready. 300 years of waiting caused fear to disappear. This was what she was born for -- to sacrifice herself and protect all in the times of need. Yet there is so much she longs for ... the quietness of the woods, the smell of the air, and most of all --
She hung in midair, wind under her wings, and cocked her head to the side. A lonely fiddle played somewhere in the distance. As she listened, her eyes penetrated the skies, looking for the stars. There was no doubt.
Derek has returned.
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 6:19 pm
punkanimefreec Derek sat at the bar. he ordered a drink, thinking about his last job. he mulled over it in his mind. The worst part was after he was done with his job. he usually felt guilty about it, but what else could he do? He needed money for food like anyone else, it wasn't like he knew the first thing about farming either. Weapons and his fiddle were all he knew, besides killing people and animals and the pain of everyday life. He brushed the thoughts away. someone grabbed his shoulder but he didn't flinch. he knew that no one here would want to kill him or challenge him to a fight. He was right. The hand belonged to Mac, the tanner. "Derek," he said, "won't you play a little something for us to lighten the mood and make us merry, along with the ale?" Mac held in his hand a fiddle. Derek smiled at the man. He turned and picked up his mug, finishing it in one swig and then grabbed the fiddle. "Alright, Mac, i always got to clean up after you. you make everyone mad at you for your loud unhinged mouth and then come running to me to settle them down. I see how this goes." Derek said teasingly, but Mac nodded his head in sad agreement. "Just a few songs should do it." he said, slowly walking away. Derek nodded, taking the fiddle near a window, he sat on a stool and started playing slowly. He began with a elvish lullaby, and at the end switched smoothly into a lively folksong of the locals. People started getting up and they cleared away a great portion of the floor and started dancing. Derek allowed himself a smile and played hard and vivaciously. he looked around the tavern and saw a girl near him, sitting next to a window. he motioned with his eyes for her to join the rest on the dance floor and gave her a wink, still playing perfectly. Sagone seen Derek's wink and blushed slightly, and looked around the room. she saw no one she knew. so sadly she sighed and leaned her head against the wall near her chair. just then a tall elven man she knew walked in. Sagone gasped. she had not seen him for years it seemed! she jumped up from her chair and ran to him as the it toppled backwards. they embraced and held each other for a very long time. this man's name was Lutharian, and he was like a big brother to Sagone. they had been inseparable ever since they were young. they danced half the night and talked for the rest of it. Lu, as he was sometimes called, had been on a voyage to visit his father before he died. finally he had returned! Sagone loved him as a brother, and secretly loved him as a man, but she had to keep it in. for his feelings she figured were not to the same extent. and so when she looked at the old rosewood grandfather clock, and noted that it was 2 in the morning, she sadly said she had to leave. and so with one last glance, she closed the door behind her and went home. she tried to sleep, but it did not come. all she could think of was Lu. he had changed. he was taller, and more slender, and much more muscular. he was not a boy anymore. she also noted he carried a small broadsword at his side, and several rings on his fingers. he also had some sort of elven symbol as a necklace, and the charm came down very far to his chest. it was a very handsome ornament. he was so handsome now. she wondered is perhaps he was engaged. the thought made her cringe. she finally fell into a restless sleep, and kept dreaming of Lutharian....
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 7:12 pm
[ Sagone... can you not play my character next time? i know i wasn't on at the time but still.... ]
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:21 pm
punkanimefreec [ Sagone... can you not play my character next time? i know i wasn't on at the time but still.... ] i...i... i am sooooooo sorry! i guess...i got a little carried away *goes to edit post*
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 5:29 pm
Demitrius walked into the tavern and saw a lady sitting at the bar. he smirked and walked over, sitting a seat away from her and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Demitrius, whats your name?" She told him it was Victoria. he cocked his head to the side, "Victoria? well, Victoria, can I buy you a drink?"
"yes please." He ordered two drinks. "So, tell me about yourself, Victoria." he said in a smooth voice. She frowned but relented. she told him about several bad experiences she had had, most of them involving men. "Men are such brutes aren't they? animals they are." Demitrius said. "like this guy," he said, elbowing the guy next to him lightly. "he'd probably try to smooth talk to you or something. Don't fall for it."
Derek raised an eyebrow at this. he was the one sitting next to Demitrius. "You're one of the worst kinds." he muttered.
Demitrius opened his mouth and eyes wide and leaned away from Derek, his back slanting to Victoria. "I can't believe you! I am a very refined GENTLEMAN, I would never hurt a woman, or girl, or child. Did I mention I love children?" he asked, turning back to Victoria.
Derek rolled his eyes and left the bar with his drink. he retreated into the darker corner of the tavern and pulled a notebook and his pen set from a bag he always carried with him. he dipped his pen into the ink well and started writing.
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