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 Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:11 pm
in the land of boo-boo gaa-gaa(I'm not even gonna try to make somthing up) Elves and men have a long history of hating the crap out of eachother, and their war has lasted so long neither remember why they fight ot hate.
Standered profile
Name: your characters name
Species: your characters species, (preferably elf or man)
Classifacation: magician or warrior.
My profile.
Name: Narwey.
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Warrior.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:21 pm
Narwey and the whole of his regement passed silently over the forested area. him and his comrads had been traveling for some days in response to a call for help from another regement to the east. in haste he and the rest of the regement were deployed in response. now they were only hours away from their destination. and as Narwey marched, arrows wistled and thudded into their ranks. without even being ordered the elven soldiers formed in to defensive posistions and began returning fire in the bursts of magic and twang of bows. all around Narwey men fell yet he held strong catching arrows with his thick oaken shield, reflecting what spells he could with hispuny magic abilities. and soon they were upon him. in hoards the man swept across the forested land. their clothes torn and weathered, their weapons crude. such a lesser race to that of the elves, yet so great in numbers, that being their strength. as soon as they were upon his glints of steel flashed amidst him rending his foes in bloody heaps. and on he fought, though the mens tide seemed endless.
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RolventiaValintinian Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 6:55 pm
My Profile
Name: Voligang
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Warrior
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 2:58 pm
Name: Mirial
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Magician
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 3:05 pm
Mirial was running through the forest, when an all too familiar sound came to her. The sound of metal clashing. The sound of death, the sound of destruction, of war. She quietly made her way towards the noise, not wanting to join the fray, but curious. Making sure to keep out of sight, she approached to warriors. Staring silently from the cover of the foliage, she saw a battle, already started, soon to be ended. Men and Elves. But, who else would it be? They were constantly at war, always recruiting more soldiers. More people to go and die in battle.
She stayed behind, did not enter the battle. Though oath held her to help the elves, she found this pointless. The men were so great in number, if the elven army could not defeat them, one more would not make much of a difference. But the oath held her. Cursing under her breath, she muttered a stream of words under her breath. Immediately, an invisible sheild surrounded the remains of the elven army.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 2:12 pm
Nerwey still fought, his lissom body aching with the long strain of contenued swinging and thrusting. in this moment his sword was torn from his hand by a maddened man, hate burning in his eyes. Narwey stumbled forward from the force of the mans pull. he landed on the palms of his hands braceing his fall. he looked up, seeing a rage filled man eushing forward, a rusty sword rased high. Narewy lifted his hands in defence, feeling his end being near. and the man brought his sword down just as an invisible forced deflected the blow. He stood amazed, looking about seeing a hazy like substance surrounding the remnants of their army. the man about stared in confusion, an unassailiable barrer enclosing their targets.
'thank god' Narwey though to himself as he lazily picked up his brand. he looked around grimly. most of his comrades had fallen, the rest stood battered and tired.
"time for our next move." he said half to himself.
imeadiatly he ordered lines to be formed. without heitation the man formed a "fean-carininx", Doubled wall of spikes. the men locked their shields together, holding their spears forward, a second line reinforcing the front from breaks and bights. and thus the soldiers stood prepaired for greater numbers, their lines would not be broken without a great price.
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2006 12:08 pm
.... im too bored to read it allll. ut i wanna be a elf thats an electrician named bob
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 11:15 am
Name:Faragorn
Species:Man(or human whatever you want to call it)
Classification:Archer
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 11:03 am
Name: Sia
Species: Elf
Classifacation: Magician
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:38 pm
My Profile:
Name: Arya
Species: elf
Classification: archer and magician
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 5:40 am
Ayra was in the forest just ouside a great battle. She could hear all the sounds of battle, death and destruction. She quietly crept up closer to see the two armies fight. It was man versus elf, just like all the wars she had witnessed. Arya knew she should help the elfs, but the men's numbers were so great. She didn't really see a point in all this fighting. However, Arya goined the elfs side and fought for them using her bow.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:04 pm
My name is Gruelgrimm, and nowadays I am an old man.
I am a cobbler by trade, and have learned a bit of elven-faery magic to create fine-grade leather goods: magic shoes, runic leather sheaves for magic swords, carry pouches, packs, belts, bucklers and straps of all kinds. I have even designed custom leather armour; for both midgets and giants alike. It is well known that I have had an elven-faery under my employ for eons: the BatChic Faery has assisted me with much of my spell-binding work.
I am the cobbler who knows information useful to both elves and men.
Some might call me a double agent; others just an old miser.
But I am the one to turn to for code-breaking, a name, or information on an enemy location for the right amount of gold.
Am I trustworthy? Ha! I am a foolish old man who loves his gold.
I will let you decide.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 10:00 am
A Night Message
Old man Gruelgrimm had just gotten himself into his small hammock-bed, and was about to blow out the lit wax candle by his bedside, when noticed a faint rapping at his back door. “Aye, now. . . who would be wantin to bother me at this late hour,” he murmured to himself.
Gruelgrimm was thinking of pulling the old quilt over his head and dismissing the thought of putting his robe back on in order to meet his midnight guest . . . when the rapping stopped. He strained his ears to the strange silence, wondering if he should get up anyway, and check things out. He awkwardly climbed out of his hammock, and headed down the dark hallway and through the unlit cobbler shoppe, shuffling his feet as he made his way into the back kitchen. Slipped under the worn oak door was a queer letter, folded into the shape of a triangle and bore the great seal of the Tynelvnir Elven clan.
He turned the letter in his rough knurled hands a couple of times, glancing at the protective runes that were inscribed all over the letter~ noting that this document was, indeed, enchanted – giving it a strange reddish glow. Not quite ready to deal with such a small but potent piece of magic at this time of night, Gruelgrimm tucked the eleven letter into his robe’s left inside pocket, and made his way back to his bedroom.
“Watever it is,” he said sleepily to himself, “It can wait until morning.”
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