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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 11:53 am
A lone fishing bobber floated in clear water underneath a dock near Taikou, a village in the southeastern region of Yorün. A cool gentle gust of wind frolicked through the air as the sweet, familiar smell of roast sea perch danced across the breeze.
Dante laid his back against the sun-parched dock and stared up into the seemingly endless, blue sky. The touch of the sun caressed his cheeks, and the sound of seagulls could be heard in the distance.
"It doesn't get any better than this," Dante thought to himself; letting out a sigh, closing his eyes, and falling back asleep.
With a loud SPLASH and a rush of water, Dante's fishing pole darted into the ocean. He lept to his feet, frantically searching for his pole, and let out a yell, "Oh no! Not again! Not my pole!"
He watched as his pole seemed to swim away; out into the ocean. It faded and shrunk smaller and smaller until suddenly, it was out of view.
With a frustrated sound in his voice, "That's the second time this week that I've lost a perfectly good fishing pole! Now what am I going to tell, Hechkum? He'll never loan me another one!"
Dante sat down cross-legged on the dock and puts his hands on his forehead; thinking. "I know!" he exclaimed.
Dante paused for a moment.
"Alright... I've already caught," counting to himself, "Five or six fish today. I'll just go to Brin'Jiar, sell the ones I've already caught, buy Hechkum a new fishing pole, and be back here before this time next week."
A satisfied grin grew across Dante's face. "Hechkum will never know the wiser!" he thought to himself.
Dante plopped the fish into his rucksack and headed down the road toward Brin'Jiar.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 7:19 pm
*Deep in the woods outside Ci'laar, there stood a young man in a large white cloak. He was kneeling in a forest glade, in front of a monolith of great mystique. The air was filled with an aura of calm, and the flow of magic around that place was strong. He did not move from his spot, and even the birds seemed to keep silent there, as if a wall separated this spot from the rest of the world.*
*He spent several minutes sitting there in silence, then spoke* Mother? Can you hear me? I have come to see you. I know its been a long time, but I have been really busy, being the general and all. *he sighed, his heart heavy* Anyway, mother, will you sing to me? Like when I was a kid? I miss hearing your voice. *he waited a few moments, and then the lyric sound of a woman's voice resonated throughout the glade. No words, just the beautiful sound. Its melody comforted Roan, as he recognized the sound.* Mother, thank you... *his voice echoed along with the song* I have to go now, please, forgive me...*He stood up, and the last notes of the song soared through the leaves, and it ended. He dropped a bouquet of a pale white flower beside the monolithic tombstone, and walked away, his heart slightly lightened, but yet sad that he had to leave*
*As he walked through the narrow pathways towards the exit, he saw his griffon waiting for him. He walked up to it, and stroked its feathered neck, and hopped on its back.* Byanno, let's go. *With that, the large griffon soared into the air, returning Roan to Ci'laar, and back to his life as the Head General of the Bishop's Army.*
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2004 2:38 pm
"Boss, it's about time we head out." said a grungy looking man.
He was obviously talking to a young man, who was sitting down on an worn out bench. The young man had his head hung down, as if he was sleeping. But in actuality, the young man was thinking.
"Boss, are you okay?" asked the man with concern.
The young man finally looked up. He displayed a very fashionable youth, it almost seem as if he wasn't over the age of 15, yet he was being called boss by a man who could well be in his 40's.
Standing up and slowly approaching the man. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about the past." said the young man.
"That's all fine boss, but I think it's about time we head out, don't you think?" explained the man.
"You're right Niko, we really should." said the young man.
Suddenly, there was another man fastly approaching the two with a bundle f papers between his arm. He was broad and pretty massive, he clearly overshadowed the two in terms of physical form.
"Master Alude, sorry to keep you waiting." said the impressive man.
"It's quite alright, Johan. We were just getting ready to come for you anyways." said Joseph. "I won't be so hard up on my right-hand man, now would I?"
"Well on to business. As current, we couldn't amount a strong enough force
OOC: Well edit ASAP
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:00 pm
(ooc: I'M BACK!! ... dunno if anyone is doing this one anymore... argh...)
Rooks awoke in a bed in some small hut built of wood. He suspected oak. But with a simple "meh" he decided he had no idea what he was talking, er, thinking about. His clothes were gone.
Rooks: Great...
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:14 pm
OOC: (Will delete post later). I'm still raring to go myself. But alas, not to many people are biting on this promising RP. And I don't care how busy you are, there's always time enough to put in one entry. Especially if your not tied to anyone else in the story.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 8:51 am
(ooc: I changed my name btw)
Rooks saw some clothes laying on a dresser near him.
Rooks: stare
He didn't like the 'earth colors.' Oh, and it was a dress.
Rooks: Well... It's better than nothing...
So he proceeded to put on the dress. He was swearing very loudly in his mind. He crept towards the door of the hut quietly and opened the door and snuck out. He walked down a wooden bridge pathway that weaved in and out of incredibly tall trees. He passed by people, who he realized were elves. He kept his face hidden behind his long hair, hoping that they would just think he was just one of the local 'girls.'
Rooks: Okay... Now to find my clothes and wakazashi...
????: YOU THERE! WOMAN! SHOW ME YOUR FACE!
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 6:53 pm
Rooks took off running, pushing past people walking in the opposite direction. Running to quickly he trips over the front of the dress and falls flat on his face.
Rooks: Agh!
((ooc: crying Pleeeeaase won't more people return to teh rp..?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 12:02 pm
((ooc: ::Gives the RP cpr:: "LIIIIIIIVE!!"))
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2004 12:16 pm
I really want to post, but there's not much people involved and I don't want to put to much effort if only a few will be heere.
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