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 Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:03 pm
Aidian Kyros OMG DAT WUZ MY BROTHERRRR! u fagot! U AY, GAY GUY! LOLOLOL
wink HUGGLE TWOOOO!
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:04 pm
Typhoon_Omi Aidian Kyros
I never said I could spell really well. His roleplaying is terrible. I don't want to hear it from you. No one was talking to you. I wasn't anyway. Nose out.
And Akira, I am watching you fight Kazou and frankly, you are being a n00b in there. You are not taking hits when you have plainly been attacked, and you are making short, wussy posts. Of course no one is going to respect you. You have to earn it kid.
Putting it simply: one who lacks skill, shouldn't complain about others doing the same. surprised Also, if you couldn't tell the "plz" was a sarcastic statement at the end, you're a fool.
Rekene, have I? LESSA SEE HERE, what this here'a roleplaying professional has for us!The Grand Master of Roleplaying The door opened as Gabriel came through it carrying dirty plates and silverware. Before he could protest, Ida was on him, taking the plates and insisting she wash them. Gabriel tried to say no, but she snatched them away and began washing. He chuckled, shaking his head, then look down at where Lyn was sitting. "I was plannin' on headin' down ta tha river this afternoon to do a bit'a fishin' and maybe some plain ole' relaxin'. I know it ain't rightly proper, but I was wonderin' if ya wanted ta go with me. I already asked your ma and pa, and they said it would be alright it I asked ya. So... I'm askin' ya if ya wanna go on down there." He felt a bit nervous, though the smile never once left his face. He was thinking that maybe they could talk some, about what was going on, and possibly straighten out a few things to make sure no one was in the dark about anything.
HUGGLLEE!Thank you, sir. If we are in the same division, I hope we get to fight.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:05 pm
Royal Guard Aidian Kyros Aidian walked across the wooden ramp towards the Silt Strider. The man gave him a cheery greeting, but Aidian merely nodded to him and sat down on the seat. A second later another man sat beside him and the controller took off. Aidian paid the man and muttered something about Balmora. He intended on going there no and getting his things before word got to the city about him being an outlaw. He glanced at the man next to him and suddenly stopped breathing. The man was wearing an Imperial uniform and was reading to himself what looked like a very official letter. Aidian started breathing again, but leaned casually backwards and began reading. At first sight of his name he looked away at the passing mountains. That was a warrant as well as a description by its length. Aidian looked around and just as he did the other man glanced at him. Quickly dropping his glove, Aidian leaned forward and picked it up before returning his gaze towards the hills outside the Silt Strider again. He could feel the man's eyes on the back of his head, and knew he should have worn his helmet, or some kind of facial cover. Suddenly Aidian recognized the terrain and realized they were finally at Balmora. He felt the guard still staring as he stood and got off, and waited until the controller told him it was time to get off before he did so. He walked down the stairway and noticed right away that the guard was informing the nearest Hlaalu guard. Aidian walked quickly towards his house. He crossed the bridge and went behind the buildings and walked steadily faster until he was at his home. Once there he opened the door, closed it behind him, and locked it with a high level spell. He would wait until night before leaving. He had hoped to get here in time to get his things and leave before the guards were informed, but that guard had already given the information. Aidian was officially an outlaw now. With a remorseful sigh, he sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands. There was nowhere for him now. All of his life he had been trained to hunt down what he had just become. How do you become what you have always despised? Questions like this flowed through his mind for the remainer of the day until at last he layed down and drifted off to sleep.
He was walking through the mighty city of Vivec. His armor was on and his silver Indoril helmet gleamed in the morning sun. Guards walked by and saluted him, and at last he reached the Palace of Vivec. He ascended the stairs, but once he got to the top he found himself in the Hall of Justice. Aidian looked around himself, confused. Before he knew what was happening, two Ordinators were charging him from down the hall. He drew his sword to fight, but fought it was broken in half. The guards drew their maces and quickly knocked him down. Aidian was screaming in pain as the spiked clubs broke his armor and pierced his skin. At last he rolled over and saw one come down right on his face.
Aidian sat up, drenched in a cold sweat. He was panting and began running his hands over his torsoe and face, just to make sure everything was still intact. When everything was fine, Aidian got up and looked towards his door. Underneath it was dark. Night at last. Aidian pulled off his shirt, exposing a great number of scars as well as a number of fresh cuts. He wiped his face and chest with the shirt before discarding it to the floor. He would probably just leave it when he took his things. Aidian pulled a pack from under his bed and laid it on the bed. The pack was large and would probably hold a good number of his things. Slowly and morosely he began shoving clothes and odds & ends into the pack. After a short time the bag was full to its brim with clothing and his books and other things that he kept around his house. He would have to come back for his weapons and armor later. That was all in a storage room beneath his house, but the entrance was so obvious that everyone walked over it daily without ever seeing it, but they would certainly see if an outlaw was seen taking everything from it.
Aidian pulled on the last shirt left in his chest. It was black, but it was still a nice shirt. His pants were black as well, but they were a bit big for him and required a belt. Finally he looked around his room. Everything he needed was in his bag. The room looked so bare and empty without his things in it, and Aidian feared he would never see it again. But it was time to go. Aidian unlocked the door and pushed it open a bit. No guards near his house. He opened it more and looked around. He saw one guard at the other end of the street, but that one was still walking away from him. Aidian took off straight ahead. He needed to get across the river, but he couldn't afford to get his things wet. He thought about crossing really quickly, but when two guards stopped to talk on the nearest bridge, Aidian knew he would have to think of something else. Moving quickly, he ran to the wall to his right and tossed his back over it. He listened for two things. One to see if the guards had heard, and two to hear if anything had broken. When no other sounds reached his ears, he knew it was safe to move on the next part of his plan. Stepping like a cat, Aidian made his way to the edge of the canal. The water seemed alot deeper at night, but he didn't have any other choice. Aidian turned around and allowed his body to slowly be lowered into the cold water. He felt the tips of his feet enter it, but just then the guards glanced in his direction. He dropped lower, but didn't go in because of the splash it would make. Instead he settled for allowing his arms to take the strain. Pain coursed through his wrists up through his forearm and into his shoulders. The muscles pulsed in resentment against the strain. Aidian hoped the guards would look away soon, and he got his wish. They both began talking again, and in fact moved further away, allowing Aidian the time to slip into the water soundlessly. It was cold, so cold it made his skin feel as though thousands of tiny knives were stabbing into him. He wondered how the water could be so cold, yet the air be so warm. But it made sense because this water flowed from the Ashlands, which were always cold. As fast as he could without making any noise, Aidian made his way through the freezing water until his feet found solid ground. He came out of the water slowly, letting the water drip slowly and quietly. He looked like something from a horror story, creeping out of the water in full black, barely moving and making no noise. When at last he reached the shore, he was nearly dry from the dry air, and with his bag now in hand, he made for the Ashlands. He had alot of ground to cover and all the time in the world to cover it. Thats my roleplaying. Yeah. Shut the ******** up.
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Generous Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:06 pm
Akira Mercuraki Aidian Kyros Akira Mercuraki I am getting bored with the roleplayers on Gaia, the keep on under estimating me and disrespecting me. That would be because you suck. And you post to much OOC in your fighting in here. I don't suck you damn b*****d. Prove it. Why should I bother to respect you? Akira Mercuraki Ok, I know I am not the best Vahn, but clearly I am better then a guy who miss spelled "too"? Then again, Aidian, you haven't earned respect either.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:06 pm
Lets all calm down. C'mon I'll marry you guys =D
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:06 pm
Akira Mercuraki Thank you, sir. If we are in the same division, I hope we get to fight. You won't make it that far.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:06 pm
No problem, Akira; hope the same.
Aidian, the only thing I see different on that post from the previous one, is length. The quality is still off. Better spelling though - KUDOS! So, no. :WINK EMOTICON:!
Although, I give you very minor credit for roleplaying in a Morrowind setting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:07 pm
Binatica Akira Mercuraki Aidian Kyros Akira Mercuraki I am getting bored with the roleplayers on Gaia, the keep on under estimating me and disrespecting me. That would be because you suck. And you post to much OOC in your fighting in here. I don't suck you damn b*****d. Prove it. Why should I bother to respect you? Akira Mercuraki Ok, I know I am not the best Vahn, but clearly I am better then a guy who miss spelled "too"? Then again, Aidian, you haven't earned respect either.
Yeah, well... I like you. Down to earth. Unbiased. 3nodding
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:07 pm
Aidian Kyros Royal Guard Aidian Kyros Aidian walked across the wooden ramp towards the Silt Strider. The man gave him a cheery greeting, but Aidian merely nodded to him and sat down on the seat. A second later another man sat beside him and the controller took off. Aidian paid the man and muttered something about Balmora. He intended on going there no and getting his things before word got to the city about him being an outlaw. He glanced at the man next to him and suddenly stopped breathing. The man was wearing an Imperial uniform and was reading to himself what looked like a very official letter. Aidian started breathing again, but leaned casually backwards and began reading. At first sight of his name he looked away at the passing mountains. That was a warrant as well as a description by its length. Aidian looked around and just as he did the other man glanced at him. Quickly dropping his glove, Aidian leaned forward and picked it up before returning his gaze towards the hills outside the Silt Strider again. He could feel the man's eyes on the back of his head, and knew he should have worn his helmet, or some kind of facial cover. Suddenly Aidian recognized the terrain and realized they were finally at Balmora. He felt the guard still staring as he stood and got off, and waited until the controller told him it was time to get off before he did so. He walked down the stairway and noticed right away that the guard was informing the nearest Hlaalu guard. Aidian walked quickly towards his house. He crossed the bridge and went behind the buildings and walked steadily faster until he was at his home. Once there he opened the door, closed it behind him, and locked it with a high level spell. He would wait until night before leaving. He had hoped to get here in time to get his things and leave before the guards were informed, but that guard had already given the information. Aidian was officially an outlaw now. With a remorseful sigh, he sat down on his bed and held his head in his hands. There was nowhere for him now. All of his life he had been trained to hunt down what he had just become. How do you become what you have always despised? Questions like this flowed through his mind for the remainer of the day until at last he layed down and drifted off to sleep.
He was walking through the mighty city of Vivec. His armor was on and his silver Indoril helmet gleamed in the morning sun. Guards walked by and saluted him, and at last he reached the Palace of Vivec. He ascended the stairs, but once he got to the top he found himself in the Hall of Justice. Aidian looked around himself, confused. Before he knew what was happening, two Ordinators were charging him from down the hall. He drew his sword to fight, but fought it was broken in half. The guards drew their maces and quickly knocked him down. Aidian was screaming in pain as the spiked clubs broke his armor and pierced his skin. At last he rolled over and saw one come down right on his face.
Aidian sat up, drenched in a cold sweat. He was panting and began running his hands over his torsoe and face, just to make sure everything was still intact. When everything was fine, Aidian got up and looked towards his door. Underneath it was dark. Night at last. Aidian pulled off his shirt, exposing a great number of scars as well as a number of fresh cuts. He wiped his face and chest with the shirt before discarding it to the floor. He would probably just leave it when he took his things. Aidian pulled a pack from under his bed and laid it on the bed. The pack was large and would probably hold a good number of his things. Slowly and morosely he began shoving clothes and odds & ends into the pack. After a short time the bag was full to its brim with clothing and his books and other things that he kept around his house. He would have to come back for his weapons and armor later. That was all in a storage room beneath his house, but the entrance was so obvious that everyone walked over it daily without ever seeing it, but they would certainly see if an outlaw was seen taking everything from it.
Aidian pulled on the last shirt left in his chest. It was black, but it was still a nice shirt. His pants were black as well, but they were a bit big for him and required a belt. Finally he looked around his room. Everything he needed was in his bag. The room looked so bare and empty without his things in it, and Aidian feared he would never see it again. But it was time to go. Aidian unlocked the door and pushed it open a bit. No guards near his house. He opened it more and looked around. He saw one guard at the other end of the street, but that one was still walking away from him. Aidian took off straight ahead. He needed to get across the river, but he couldn't afford to get his things wet. He thought about crossing really quickly, but when two guards stopped to talk on the nearest bridge, Aidian knew he would have to think of something else. Moving quickly, he ran to the wall to his right and tossed his back over it. He listened for two things. One to see if the guards had heard, and two to hear if anything had broken. When no other sounds reached his ears, he knew it was safe to move on the next part of his plan. Stepping like a cat, Aidian made his way to the edge of the canal. The water seemed alot deeper at night, but he didn't have any other choice. Aidian turned around and allowed his body to slowly be lowered into the cold water. He felt the tips of his feet enter it, but just then the guards glanced in his direction. He dropped lower, but didn't go in because of the splash it would make. Instead he settled for allowing his arms to take the strain. Pain coursed through his wrists up through his forearm and into his shoulders. The muscles pulsed in resentment against the strain. Aidian hoped the guards would look away soon, and he got his wish. They both began talking again, and in fact moved further away, allowing Aidian the time to slip into the water soundlessly. It was cold, so cold it made his skin feel as though thousands of tiny knives were stabbing into him. He wondered how the water could be so cold, yet the air be so warm. But it made sense because this water flowed from the Ashlands, which were always cold. As fast as he could without making any noise, Aidian made his way through the freezing water until his feet found solid ground. He came out of the water slowly, letting the water drip slowly and quietly. He looked like something from a horror story, creeping out of the water in full black, barely moving and making no noise. When at last he reached the shore, he was nearly dry from the dry air, and with his bag now in hand, he made for the Ashlands. He had alot of ground to cover and all the time in the world to cover it. Thats my roleplaying. Yeah. Shut the ******** up. Wow, I wonder who you got to do that for you? Then again, I wouldn't cheat. I would use my own skills.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:08 pm
Binatica Prove it. Why should I bother to respect <******** irony Then again, Aidian, you haven't earned respect either. Can I have respect because I'm part of Team Sexy? =D
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:09 pm
Hey don't look at me.
I have zero skill.
I just joined Gaia last night.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:09 pm
Rakene Makabe Can I have respect because I'm part of Team Sexy? =D
You and I? Arm wrestling. To the extreme.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:11 pm
Aidian Kyros Thats my roleplaying. Yeah. Shut the ******** up. what a ******** homo Akira Mercuraki Wow, I wonder who you got to do that for you? Then again, I wouldn't cheat. I would use my own skills. what skills, f**? Rakene Makabe Can I have respect because I'm part of Team Sexy? =D who the hell are you, manasslicker? === Now are we all clear on where the three of you stand? In the men's bathroom? Showering together? In a ******** mantrain? Seriously shut the ******** up y'all
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 5:11 pm
Typhoon_Omi Rakene Makabe Can I have respect because I'm part of Team Sexy? =D
You and I? Arm wrestling. To the extreme. Mmmmm 'K
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