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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 5:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 6:59 am
 | - Logan Victor Damon - |________ Location: ● Damon ManorThe sky became an array of purples and reds as the sun dipped behind the trees of the forest. It was a beautiful sunset, adding fantastic color to the leaves that now looked purple and red as well as green. Such a sunset was admired by the people of Remna, and would no doubt be admired by every other race in the land. Cast against the side of the mansion up the mountain pass, it looked bloody as well as majestic, like the unfolding camouflage of a vicious snake, revealing the danger. Inside the mansion was another matter entirely.
Logan Damon stood before the grand fireplace in the living room. Through the double doors, it would be to the right. His left arm was positioned against his lower back, as he was taught by his parents. His other was against the mantle piece. The wood was smooth under his fingers.
Logan was looking deep into the flames that writhed in the fireplace; well, he was looking deep into the blackness of the flames. In the darkness he heard his friend's voice, a voice he always heard when no one else did. His friend was telling him what to do. What to do when those six individuals got to the mansion, and what to do after.
Logan nodded. He would obey. It was the least he could do. Those people wouldn't understand. He needed their souls, and their loyalty.((This is more of an introductory post.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 3:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 1:36 am
(for gods sakes just lower the starting requirements)
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 6:25 am
((What starting requirements?? All they gotta do is pick if they're a guest or servant if they like. The race information is just information, they don't HAVE to pick from it. I don't know what to lower. I've got one person in pm who's willing to take two, and that person is the reserved. 'Course, I think that talk is over, but she hasn't replied yet.
Oh well. I'll take the last spot.
THE RP IS OPEN!!))
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 5:49 pm
(needing 6 people to start, that's what a starting requirement is. If you lowered the guest count then we wouldn't have had to wait a month for people to join)
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:40 pm
 Vilith Ra'al Maira |_______________________Warm water washed over Vilith's glorious scales in slow ripples. The water was freshly pulled from the well in town and warmed on the fire for a bath he planned to enjoy before heading out. Although it wasn't as good as the waters on Mermaid Island, he still liked to the bliss of feeling water on his scales; even if the washtub was only small enough for his thighs, posterior, and belly.
His location was the pathway leading up the mountain, where a collection of people were gonna be. According to the notice sent down, and according to the townspeople, a mansion was up there. He planned to go up there with these people. He liked meeting people, even though he wasn't as enthusiastic as when he first went out.
Cupping his hands in the water, Vilith rubbed the water across the smooth skin of his arms. He knew in later years, after he moves back to Mermaid Island, scales would form on his elbows. He is, after all, a fish, and young for his age. Vilith thought this as he finally washed his hair and body with a cake of soap. Once he finished the chore of cleaning himself, he touched the necklace he wore around his neck. It suddenly glinted with an inner light. Like white cloth thrown on a hard wood table, Vilith's form changed.
Bare feet pressed against the floor as Vilith hopped out of the washtub. There was no fin, and his skin was a softer tan, no longer pale. His eyes became darker than the clear-white they were, and his hair went to a warm black. Vilith felt that the charm dulled his beauty, but it was necessary he knew. There were people who would capture and sell him for lots of money, or take knives to his scales.
Drying his body off with a terrycloth, then wrapping it around his waist, Vilith disposed of the water inside and dressed. The clothes were simple, well cared for, and clean. He wore travel pants and a belt, a nice jerkin the color of soft green, and boots of soft leather. Tying his worn cloak around his shoulders, grabbing his spear, Vilith headed out.
It wasn't long before he arrived at the spot told to be at. It sent chills down his body standing there, alone. The trees looked evil, and the animals crying out of the dark sounded bloodthirsty to him. His spear didn't feel enough for what evil was out there. Vilith only hoped that he would reach the mansion soon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:09 pm
((Hey, I'm going to post in a few days because I'll be gone this weekend. Otherwise, I'd post today. I really want this RP to happen, but I can't contribute till I get back. Sorry!))
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:55 pm
Vi(ara) Tsu'vell ~~~~ Noble Ambassador
"The shadows are not an enemy to be feared....
There was a low rattling as a lavish carriage came to a stop near the bottom of the hill on which the mansion sat. "this is far enough, no need to make the horses struggle through such a climb for my sake" a voice called out from inside. The door swung open a few seconds later and out emerged the beautiful and refined Vi Tsu'vell. His slender body and fine features garbed in splendid robes of the finest silk, soaked in the finest of dyes giving them their regal purple color. He skin itself was a smooth shade of lavender, contrasting with the long locks of white hair that hung down freely around him. He was by no means a "masculine" man, but being an elven nobleman he wasn't really expected to be. He carried himself with grace and poise as he began his ascent up the hill, daintily waving back to the carriage before it headed off down the road. Ofcourse everything about this man, from his appearance, to his station, to him actually being a MAN was but a falsehood. A carefully and meticulously constructed ruse in order to gain her favor with the lord of the mansion. Whether or not it'd work was yet to be scene, but regardless no one would expect the beautiful, yet harmless looking young man was in fact a mast thief. He made his way through the forest path completely unshaken by his surroundings. The darkness did not deter him, the howls of animals did not disturb him. He need not fear what lurks in the darkness, because often times HE was what lurked in the darkness. This familiarity brought with it a sense of calm and ironically security. He'd feel more safe in these dark woods then he would in the well lit mansion for sure. As he made his way up the hill he came upon a human man with black hair and tanned skin. "ah I assume you are one of the guests at the mansion yes? A pleasure to know I am not late, or at least not alone in such distinction" he said formally, giving the man a small smile but nothing more. Until he knew this man was either nobility or royalty he saw no reason to so much as bow his head to him, though ofcourse that wasn't to be mistaken for a lack of respect or civility.
....they are like a lover to be intimately entangled in."
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 1:22 pm
Vilith Ra'al Maira |_______________________Vilith rubbed his upper arms in a feeble attempt to warm them as he stood at the mouth of the mountain pass. At times he felt unwanted, while other he felt like the creatures out there were trying to allure him inside. It was an unnerving experience.
Then, after what seemed like forever, he heard foot steps from behind and below. Turning around, at first startled, Vilith's gaze fell upon a rather feminine male. With fine, delicate feature the creature was both beautiful and handsome. Such beauty didn't come natural to creature often. So Vilith guessed this must be an elf.
Reflectively, Vilith turned his attention for the touch of his necklace. Fortunately for him, the necklace was tucked securely behind his shirt so no prying eyes would see the strange, merman scaled accessory; a rare accessory to lug around because of the mermaid scales.
From the way the individual was dressed, Vilith guessed the elf was of high standing. "You are correct, sir, I am a guest." Vilith replied with courtesy due to his rank as he bowed at the waist.
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