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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:32 pm
OOC notes: I've rp'd for 6 years in yahoo, so while I am not completely familiar with Gaia rp I'm quite versed in textual rp. I am hoping to entice others into a more in depth rp. That means a little stronger writing style, use of character thoughts and motivations, and better description of the characters and settings. I'm keeping the general outline vague for the time being.
Rules (so far): Emphasis on the character, not fighting. No god moding please. OOC is ooc and IC is IC, that means your ic enemy can be your best friend ooc (out of character). No cussing, no sexual content. Enjoy!
Dusk, the border between the kingdoms of night and day held over the horizon like a copper guardian, shimmering in the sky. A solitary female figure was perched upon the precipice of a statue, her short hair whipping about the outline of her jaw and face. Her ebony eyes gazed at the distant mountains with a look of numbed sorrow and remorse. It seemed life was of a cyclical nature, every receeding back into the same shadows from which we came. For this woman, all her life she had tried to hoist the anchor from the bay of misfortunate, but time and time again she could not sail away from the inevitable hand of fate. A hard look crossed her fac e as she descended to the ground with ease, and made her journey onward into the uncertainty of the road ahead. For now she was searching for the ruins of a once great city. Only in the rubble of those who have fallen before us can we comprehend our own fate, and the dangers of the road ahead.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 5:11 am
OOC: Don't know if this is what you're looking for but here's a try.
He slipped out of the inn before dawn. The few hours of sleep he was able to get along with the meager stew the inn served had gone a long way towards making him feel normal again. It had been six weeks since the attack and he had only been able to catch two of the beasts responsible. As he trudged along the road, damp with the morning dew, he remembered...
K'valen had seemed like all the other little villages he had seen, but it soon became clear that its people were a different breed. Most villages had welcomed him with open arms at first, seeing the enchanted robes and amulet of a priest of the Goddess. But once the robes were thrown back to reveal his ebony skin, the welcome would be withdrawn. The people just could not look past the evil heritage of his people. However, the people of K'valen did not seem to care. It was as if they had never heard of his people or thier reputation. This allowed him to bring the word of the Goddess to them and become a part of thier village. Then it happened.
It was late and the tiny village had been asleep for hours. He was still awake trying to finish copying a book for one of his apprentices. A scream pierced the night and he ran out to see what was wrong. He was immediately set upon by two warriors with a familiar ebony skin. In his haste he had only two of his daggers with him so the warriors would barely be a match. They fought with the familiar patterns that he himslef had learned so many years ago. The warriors seemed reluctant to advance, but he assumed it was thier lack of experience. In the distance he could hear more screams and the clash of steel. By the time he realized what his two opponents were doing it was too late. In an instant, they turned and disappeared into the forest, leaving nothing but an eerie silence. Dawn broke over a scene of carnage. No one, save himself, had been spared. The village of K'valen was no more.
He had set out on he road by noon, leaving a giant funeral pyre ablaze. His tracking skills, though seldom used, were as sharp as ever. By evening, he was not far from the raiding party. The next morning, he was able to dispatch two of them. But now the leader of the group knew he was being pursued. He also knew that his only chance of survival was to reach the land of the Dark Ones before vengeance reached him.
This was a bit of a setback for him. Tracking an enemy that does not wish to be followed is considerably more difficult. But it would take them at least six more monthes to reach the homeland and reinforcements. Plenty of time for justice to be served.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 11:09 pm
She continued to walk, as the dusk was devoured by the hand of the night, creeping in over the horizon like a silken cape of sapphire blue. She walked with her head tilted downward, looking at her feet and the ground. These days it was a little harder for her to lift her head. Memories of her showndown with her own sister plagued her mind and made moments of rest unfathomable. She knew her decision was the right one, but it still left her feeling like a murderer, feeling guilty. The wind caressed her cheek and Antonia stopped, looking up to the sky, "Oh Eni, was there any other way?" Remorse is a heavy burden.
Upon her journey she heard a sound in the distance. She turned around and saw a village in flames. She moved to run towards it, but soon she realized there were none surviving. So this was the fate of the innocent, while she, a twisted creature lived on, denied the peace known as death. By dawn she would make her destination. She continued on her path.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 11:49 pm
There was light in the sky, but dawn was still some time away.
She sat outside a small cottage, working a garden of few vegetables. There was a driveway leading from her front door. The driveway met a raod growing more grass as time went by, that traveled for miles in either direction. The land around her consisted of hills and valleys. Not too far away was a wood where game roamed for those who could catch it. There were fields scattered across the region. A large lake was behind her home. But mostly, there were hills and there were valleys.
Her hair was tied and tucked under a bandana which was wrapped around her head. Her dress was simple and worn and she wore an old cloak over her shoulders, for it was a cold spring this year. Her copper skin showed below her rolled sleeves. She dug deep into the ground with her spade to get all of the roots of a weed. The garden was full of new life. The leaves on her plants were sprouting anew, again this year. This would be the sixth spring since they had had a man to tend them. Her husband had been away for five and a half years so far.
She had letters from him occassionally. As far as she could tell, he was well. She turned her startlingly blue eyes to the sky and asked the dimming stars if today would be the day. They did not answer back.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 6:38 pm
He soon passed through the remainder of the tiny village where the inn was situated. After another mile or so, the sun began to creep over the mountain, casting a soft light upon the valley. As he passed a small house he noticed a woman tending a small vegatable garden. He moved to the other side of the road, having reverted to his habits of trying not to be noticed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:13 am
Over the quiet of the morning there was an unusual sound. She noticed after a moment that the noise was fotsteps from the road. She turned to see a man walking oddly along the side of the road. She watched him as he passed and continued down the road. She sat for a moment staring at the spot in the horizon where the man's sillouhette was slowly disappearing. Then she turned and went into her home to make breakfast before another monotonous day.
((I have nothing specific in my for the character of my husband. I figured I would just see how things go.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:13 pm
He could sense the woman's eyes watching him until she turned and entered her quaint cottage. Once the door was shut, he turned and muttered the words to a simple enchantment he had learned long ago. Once the spell was complete he directed it towards the area surrounding the cottage. He lingered only long enough to observe the effects of his spell. The plants in the garden swelled with blooms and the flowers tripled in number in an explosion of color. He turned and continued down the dusty and dirty path he had been on for so long.
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Posted: Fri Aug 25, 2006 8:12 pm
Adamae slunk down the stairs of the inn, unsure of the town she was even in. She had gotten in late the night before, travelling down a long road that had taken her past a village and a couple of cottages. She had stopped in this small town as her energy left her. She had to rest after all. From what she could tell, through her thick black sleepy eyelashes, the town was all a flutter with activity and people moving about. Some sort of festival or event would be taking place there, no doubt, and she considered staying. Tall, lean and wary, her long black hair tied back in a loose pony tail, she was a stray cat of a young woman, never in one place for very long.
"Whats going on?" She asked the inkeeper, surprised and grumpy to find herself shrugged off and scooted out the door. Did her appearances give her that great of an untrustworthy look? She shrugged to herself, cursing at him as he walked away, rather loudly actually. She didn't care what people thought about her. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her black sundress, she strolled through the street, waiting and hoping to catch an eye of anyone who might explain whats going on. Apparantly more people than she had realised had heard her sharp mouth, and were avoiding making eye contact with her.
People seemed to be coming into the city and more and more, gathering and setting up camp or meeting with old friends. Something was obviously going to be happening, but she had no idea what it was.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:01 am
As Leslie stepped into her meager home, she was filled with unexplainable hope. Perhaps today something would happen. Perhaps today things were going to get better.
She put a pot of water on the stove to boil, and added oats she'd gathered from an old wheat field. As she stared at the stove, something began to stir in her. It tugged at her as she ate her meal. It called to her when she went to the forest to check her animal trap. And when she went the front of her cottage to get water from her well, she saw her garden swelling with growth.
Then it struck her. It was as clear as day. She knew what was beckoning her. She took a sack from her closet and filled it with the ripest vegetables, a jug of water, and as many supplies as she could fit for the journey and walked away from her little house.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 4:44 pm
*yawn...*
Tres yawned rather loudly as he awoke. Still very tired, he reluctantly pulled himself out of his bed and stretched. He walked over to the window of his room at the Inn. "Ah..I overslept again..." he said quietly to himself as he watched the other towns people already up and about. He took specific notice of a young women, tall and lean, with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a black sundress. "Hmm..." he thought, "She seems familiar...uh, I don't know anyone in this town though..."
His attention then turned to the many people setting up camp around town. He watched everyone for a moment, then turned away from the window, and walked over to a a full length mirror that was in the room. Looking into his own reflection, he touched his face. His bloodred hair hung slightly over his right eye, his light blue eyes looked like ice. White crescent earrings hung from his ears. "No matter how many times I look at myself..." he paused for a moment "..why...why can't I remember...". He looked his self up and down. He was lean, but muscular. He had an athletic build, and he was just over 6 feet tall, weighing about 175 pounds. His left shoulder was tattoed with some designs, as well as the left side of his chest, the kanji symbol for "A being of immortality". The tattoo that he thought the most of was a number, on his right shoulder. 181284 it read, though he had no idea the meaning of it.
He hastily walked away from the mirror and gathered up his things. He put on his slighty baggy olive colored pants, then his plain black t-shirt. He loosely laced up his black boots, grabbed his leather coat, and put his dogtags back on. After checking to make sure his weapons were still within, he quickly went out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the street.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 9:07 am
O.O.C. this is my first attempt at this type of stuff. please bear with me.
It's been a very long time since the wanderer had contact with another human being. It's probably because of his appearance. "Who wants to talk to me anyway?" he muttered under his breath as villiagers hurried past him. And who could blame them. He stands nearly 7 feet tall, a massive hulk of a man wearing a tattered black cloak. The hood nearly hides his entire face, save the lower half, which shows a scar running from his eye to his chin. And the large broadsword he has strapped to his back probably doesn't help much either. But what the nervous people he encounters don't see is the crest of a dragon he wears on a chain around his neck. This was a man of great importance. This was the last of the greatest swordsman that ever lived. But ever since the battle that left him scarred and annihilated his forces, he's been a mercenary. Simply fighting to live. The stranger walks in to the inn to get a hot meal and a pint of ale.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 2:09 pm
*There was a unusual amount of wolves running about lately. As if a new pack had moved in and scouting the area. They often ventured into the towns at night. However they weren't at all distructive. And Many where rather friendly towards the people of the town. Oddly so they even got along well with the pets in town. But they where always watching. Even during the day in the now busy streets One could glance and see one sitting in the shade out of the way. A larger wolf had acctualy followed the large hooded man. The animal stopped out side the Inn however. It had not been invited in so it waited out side sitting to the side of the door way. What would cause such a odd act in the Pack.*
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 6:15 am
-A young woman about 5'4" with long dark, almost black hair, wearing a tattered black coat and threadbare blue dress that used to be long sleeved and down to her ankles, runs into the town and stops abruptly upon seeing the wolves around town. Walking very carefully, her hazel eyes scan the area before settling on the inn. Moving slowly and cautiously around the wolf, she goes into the inn and gets a room for the night.-
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 10:22 am
*The large wolf wears her running from quite a distance away but doesn't pay any mind till she get closer then its ears Perk up and it watches her with a courious expression about it. As the day passed and more and more people went to there homes for the night the pack of wolves became more obvious to every one that still was out side. They grew a little more bold walking around sniffing things. Then aburptly all turned and ran out of town. They all seemed to move around things differently however all went into the same direction. There was a few hills where they where going. At the edge of town a man of a little over six foot in height stood stil. His hair was black and loosely hung around his face just below his jaw line. He wore a long leather jacket that covered any other features about the man. It was buttoned up and a little lose against his body. The wolves ran past him all but the one larger one. It stopped and it and the man made eye contact. In a short moment it seemed as though they spoke to one another then the large wolf ran off towards the hills. The mans voice was soft but had a dark element to it*
So i see. I few strange people, nothing to strange so far though. .
*The sun was still up some but half way into setting as he moved forward into the town. He didn't pay much attention to the people still around. Making his way to the inn he pushed open the door and shut it softly behind him self. The dimmer candle light in the place cast a yellow glow in his eyes. Something you would expect to see from a animal not a human. He changed his gaze causeing the glow to vanish as he looked around the place*
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 5:03 pm
-once inside the inn, she quickly orders a drink and grabs a room for the night. She asks the barkeep for the nearest store that sold clothes, her voice having a slight lilt to it, almost celtic. As she drinks her whiskey, she looks over at the tall guy.- Hello -she says, guaging his reaction to her skeptically-
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