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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:29 pm
Against the turbulent waters of the sea, where the current becomes too dangerous for sensible sailors to sail, a small village clings to life. Most of the buildings are made of simple wood, cut from the forest a short walk away. With the unsteady ocean to one side and the forest that spreads up into the surrounding mountains on the other, Haven is relatively safe from the world around it. Few know of its existence, and fewer still take the effort to get there.
As for the people who live here, each person has their own story, some simple, some complex. Most just want to be left alone which is part of why there is a lack of any stable law. This is not to say that there is crime around every bend; it merely means that each person takes care of their own affairs. Every person is in charge of what their life will be like.
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That's what everyone has to work off of. There are only a few more things to keep in mind. The first is this is a fantasy setting, so technology is limited. The second is that there are some types of magic which will not be tolerated in this rp. The following do not exist here. Period.
-Healing. If someone gets hurt they're probably going to need a doctor.
-Magic barriers. They either have to dodge or suffer the consequences.
-Mind reading. Self explanatory.
-Flying. ...Just no.
-Teleporting. This means no poofing. Aw.
-Insta-death. No spells that immediatly incapacitate someone or kill them. That's just rude.
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That's it for now. This is liable to change all the way up until it begins. We start next weekend.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:48 pm
*allow me to introduce fern! fern is tall, tan, blonde, and freckled. she is walking along the rocky, icky shore with a bucket in one hand and a skirt draped over her arm. bends every few minutes to pick something from the rocks and drop it in the bucket*
*allow me to introduce person completely covered by a green hooded cloak! this thing is walking parallel to fern, but farther away from the shore*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:49 pm
*well then! allow me to introduce a loud keening noise, coming from further down the shore. EEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEE!*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:54 pm
*stops what she's doing and looks in the direction of the noise. hands the bucket to the green-texted thing and points in the direction of a house that will be described at a later time. gives the cloak a pat and heads in the direction of the noise*
*takes the bucket with both hands and watches for a moment before heading to the house*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 8:56 pm
*EEE! EEEEEEE! The noise goes on, coming from an alcove among the rocks where the waves crash against the shore. as fern comes nearer the keening abruptly cuts off.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:00 pm
*stops again and narrows her eyes. wraps the skirt tightly around her arm before continuing forward, slowly*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:03 pm
*amidst the waves, clinging to a rock is a man. He has dark, messy hair, probably messy because of the wind and all that water. his eyes are gray and a strange, orangish-brown tattoo is etched from his hairline, down to his right eye, looping around it. this tattoo looks a bit like a noose because... uh... that's what it looks like.*
*anywho, this here tristan clings to the rocks and coughs. cough cough.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:09 pm
*mutters something that can't be heard because of the waves. probably a good thing. picks her way closer and cups her hands around her mouth* Hello, out there!
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:11 pm
*looks up, blinking. opens his mouth to call back, but coughs instead.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:16 pm
*makes a face and starts unsteadily sloshing her way out to him. keeps a hand to her mouth* Can you come towards me?
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:18 pm
*gives a wary look to all the rocks and then back to her. looks back at the rocks again. cough.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:24 pm
Meet me halfway! *pauses again to pull her sandals off and chuck them back onto the shore. keeps on moving*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:25 pm
*thinks meeting halfway sucks. clings to the rock and watches her.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:27 pm
*thinks not meeting halfway sucks. stops when the water is juuust about shoulder high. gestures*
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 9:28 pm
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