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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 12:34 pm
 The tome before you belongs to Pales D'Arcy and Armel. There is a seal surrounding the book, one that allows you to leaf through the pages but prevents you from adding anything. The enchantment is strong and cannot be broken so easily, if at all. So just sit back and enjoy the Tall Tale that is unfolding before you. You can visit the Stationery Store to find out how you can write your own Tall Tale.
About Armel
Written on: 05-06-05
Author: Pales D'Arcy
Gender: Male
Age: Embellished Tale
Favorite Tale: Khali, Adonis, Vidya, and Lance
Least Favorite Tale: None...Yet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:13 pm
[#] Welcome:______________Well met, friend___
Welcome to the D'Arcy household where things are chaotic and never quite normal. Chances are there is something happening somewhere that would unnerve even those with nerves of steel, unless, you also live here with the rest of the insane folk of this makeshift insane asylum. Things aren’t what they seem so don't trust your eyes, and even if they are exactly what you think they are they might surprise you still.
The denizens of this place vary in personality. Some are harmful and others are really quite kind despite their scary and sometimes very odd appearances. It is sometimes thought that this house is a living, breathing moral for all that try to look at the world in black and white.
Don't judge a book by its cover. [#] Rules:______________Be sure t'mind yer manners___
[ 01]. Do not post in here unless you are: @ A friend.
@ A fellow Author.
@ Dropping off a gift: Do so with a single RP post.
@ Invited to visit (RP session).
@ Tall Tales Staff.
@ When in doubt, please PM me first. ^^ [ 02]. Do not take in character actions as out of character insults toward your person. Honestly, if I have an issue with you outside of RP I will take it up with you personally, and not through my character(s). [ 03]. Do not purposely spam the thread. If you double post on accident then please delete the post prior or get someone to do so for you. [ 04]. Even if you are allowed to post in here, please check to see if I have any posts to reserve before posting in here, or dropping off gifts. Sometimes my posts do have several other parts to them. [ 05]. Do not post things in here that are against the Gaia ToS as far as posting requirements go. [ 06]. Do not steal artwork (offical or fanart), graphics, or shop concept. To steal and claim it as your own is not right and brings shame upon you as well as anyone you happen to associate with. [ 07]. Do not steal any character work or written work I put up here. I work far too hard. If you want to use the layout or anything I created for character development please ask. [ 08]. I get to add to these rules whenever there is a need to.
[01] Tall Tales's Post | [02] Well Met | [03] The Beginning | [04] About Armel | [05] About Pales
[06] Photo Album | [07] Family & Familiars | [08] Relationships | [09] The Faern | [10] Armel's Forge
[11] My Gifts | [12] Memorable | [13] The Story | [14] Must Complete
[15] Credits
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:17 pm
 [#] This is how it began:______________It was like any other day___
It was a normal day, like any other. The most normal day Pales ever remembered having to date. Though, just as he passed the quaint Stationery Shop he stopped dead in his tracks and peered at it with a curiosity.
His sister might appreciate a nice letter from him on nice stationery, maybe. That or she'd storm over and smack him around with the paper he had personally written upon to check upon how things were at her end of the world. It seemed a ridiculous thought to anyone who knew the lad lived but a short distance away from his family. Though none of them were his blood kin, he appreciated them more than any would ever know.
Pales approached the door and opened it peering around a little, "'Allo?" He said experimentally. It didn't take long before a red-headed woman appeared into his view with a quiet welcoming smile and a greeting.
"Hello, how may we help you?" She replied, "Is there anything you need in particular?"
"Umm...yes...I was wondering what kind of stationery you sell." Pales replied slowly, suddenly he was very unsure of his motive for even being here.
Her smile faltered for a moment as if she had a sudden passing thought, "Yes, indeed..." She trailed off for a moment glancing at a door she vaguely pointed at it, "Go see if you can open that." The red-head told him quietly.
Pales blinked a bit, it was an odd request, but he nodded saying nothing more he approached the door and turned the knob. It opened without hindrance. He didn't look inside yet, instead he looked to the woman with a quirked eyebrow.
The woman merely sighed and waved a hand at him somewhat dismissively, "Just go on in." She wore a thin weary smile as if trying to encourage him to continue further in.
Pales looked unsure but nodded and turned and went into the room. Once in he glanced around and noted the somewhat dim lighting and the dusty-ness of the room. Was it always like this? The door closed behind him with a soft click causing him to jump slightly from fright. He took a deep breath calming down, he approached a stand where a book laid open surrounded by a bunch of craftsman's tools. It was slightly strange, or rather very strange. Pales' normal day was quickly becoming very un-normal. Above the book amongst the tools was an inkwell in which was a writing quill. He seemed fixated on that for a moment or two before his hand reached up and he plucked the quill for a moment, a wind swished through the room for no reason at all. The wind brushed against him nudging him a bit closer to the stand. There were no windows and thus definitely no reason why no wind ought to press through this particular room, causing the dust to unsettle slightly.
He stared down at the book his nose twitching a bit on its own volition. Before Pales could stop it, his hand leaned forth quill in hand and he began to write:
"Why did you do that?"
It wasn't long before he finished before words began to appear on their own as if writing themselves on the parchment of the book:
"No one else was going to."
It seemed to be a response to the question he wrote, his spine felt a chill running up it and suddenly his senses were overwhelmed with sound and a whirl-wind of items were swirling around him. He caught glimpses of a workshop and smelt the musty-ness of an underground mountain home. Before him a child slowly appeared, with pointy ears and ram's horns upon either side of his head. The child's yellow eyes seeming naturally narrowed and almost squinting staring at Pales with a look that seemed to say, "You'll do."
Soon everything settled and he was back in the room the quill back in its inkwell though he didn't remember putting it there. The boy was also there, right in front of Pales, holding a hammer in his small hands. Pales' brow seemed to knit together with lines of worry and confusion, "Where did you come from?"
The boy just frowned, and it seemed as if he had never smiled a day in his young life from his birth onward.
"I...See you can't talk. Let's go out front maybe the lady can help." Pales offered the boy his hand though ready to pull back as that hammer in the boy's hand didn't look like a toy at all.
The black haired boy stared at the hand for a moment and then tossed his head side to side showing more clearly the fiery colored braids that were tied off just behind his ears. It seemed the boy shook his head, but just as Pales with drew his own hand the small boy put his hand into the hand offered to him by the man.
Pales smiled a bit in spite of the seriousness the situation seemed to declare by the young boy?s frowning face. "Well I'll take care of you if that is what is required." Pales murmured as they went out front.
The woman was gone obviously having other matters to attend to. At least that is what Pales decided. The man turned to the boy that still held his hand, how old was this boy? Pales had no idea of how to tell, he assumed the boy was about 5 or 6 maybe a little younger. "Do you have a name?"
The ram-horned boy just stared at him for a long moment. Pales heard something in the back of his head after a few moments, "Arthmael IronStrike." The man blinked and the voice came again a little stronger, "Armel!" After that it began to chant it. The chant seemed to sound like it was coming deep from the bowls of the earth itself though they were obviously not near any such place. "Do you hear that?" Pales asked the boy who was still staring at him. At the man's question the boy's eyebrow seemed to only rise ever so slightly.
"Guess not." Pales listened quietly to the strange chanting only he could hear. Apparently he was officially going crazy now, which was the only explanation, "Armel. I'll call you Armel." It seemed appropriate and he could have sworn for a faint second he saw the boy smile.
"Let's go home, Armel." Pales smiled for longer than a second. Saying that seemed right to him. He leaned down to pick up Armel, which the boy allowed somewhat grudgingly. "Can I have the hammer?" Pales asked offering a free hand. The young boy narrowed his eyes at his new guardian for a moment before handing over the hammer with a small grunt.
"Don't worry; I'll put it somewhere safe." As he said that Pales started to walk home with his new charge in his arm left arm and carrying a hammer in his right hand. Today was an odd but good day Pales decided as he made his way home... [#] An OOC Note:______________It had to be done___
Had to rewrite it from memory cause the thread was eaten that the RP was on. I think I did a pretty snazzy job of remembering most anything. Hope no one minds that I did it like this!
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:18 pm
 [ #] Quick Reference:______________I'm in over my head___Name: Armel D'Arcy Alias: 'Mel, Melly Age: Embellished [ 12 - 14] Height: 5' [ Est.] Build: Slender, some muscles. Hair: Black with some white-ish streaks, 2 fiery orange braids. Eyes: Gold Skin Color: Healthy/Normal Martial Status: Single Race: Elf-thing ( Tall Tale) Gender: Male Occupation: *@#$! Speech Text: #001760 Image Song: Marc Broussard - Home | Penpals - Tell Me Why Likes: & Reading: Armel has a deep healthy respect for the written word; however, reading isn't his passion in life. It is very difficult to get him to read anything educational or informative unless he happens to be interested in the topic. He favors reading fictional books especially those dealing in fairy tales.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:20 pm
 [#] Quick Reference:______________The wings that you burn___
Name: Pales D'Arcy Alias: Age: 24 Height: 6' Build: Medium - Lanky Hair: Black w/Streak of crimson at his brow Eyes: Jade Green Skin Color: Pale/Normal Martial Status: Taken Race: Shapeshifter [ Based on Corax] Gender: Male Occupation: None/Odd Jobs Speech Text: #000000 Image Song: Foo Fighters - My Hero | Tenjou Tenge - Bomb A Head ( OP) Likes: ...: ...
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:40 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2005 1:48 pm
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: Loves/Best Friends/Awesome.
