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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 20, 2003 8:56:36 GMT -5
This RP takes place in medieval Earth, but all the legends of dragons and sea monsters and fantasy creatures are true.
So are wizards, etc.
(The world is round, btw)
State your posistion on the globe in your profile.
Let's start!
IC:
Age: 13
Name: Brandon
Location: Ireland, near present day Dublin.
Profile: A mage and squire, Brandon follows and works for the British Sir Edward wherever he wishes, as is the duty of a squire. He has unruly curly hair, brown eyes, and is of average height.
Nevertheless a bit "heavy", he is exceedingly strong and well skilled with the mace, axe, and broadsword. Given a bow and arrow, however, he could not hit the ground if he tried.
Semi-good with horses.
Brandon had a special treat. Sir Edward had borught him home to sweet Ireland.
Brnadon rushed around excitedly, however it was unfitting for a knight.
Sir Edward didnt mind; he was just a boy, after all, he rationed.
Brandon ran thoguh the blacksmith's, the stables, everywhere.
But, as it were, he had to stop and return for the night.
The two compainions stayed in the Flaming Dragon, a large inn.
As they were passing in, two strange creatures looked up at them.
Sir Edward made Brandon avert his gaze.
"Those are those devils from Asia. They are called 'ninjas'. If you ever see one, run for shelter. If not, you are most likely dead."
Brandon nodded dumbly as they went up to their room.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2003 10:22:58 GMT -5
Okay, I'm in.
(Here's my more detailed profile, as my character was quite unclear)
Age: 13
Name: Maia
Location: Ummm....somewhere in distant Europe
Profile: Born of elven descent, yet raised in the Iramm Nael clan of the Druids. After being 9 years in Myran Forest, Maia was captured by raiders and taken to their theiving tribe. Her need to be always doing and learning impressed the theives, and she learned quickly to throw knives and pick pockets. After she was released two year later, Maia began to travel around Europe, picking up more skills such as knife combat and amateur summoning. After three more months of travelling, she came across an elve/zora tribe, different from her own. There she learned archery and swimming, and became excellent at both. She extended her use of water and ice magic. She is now travelling from place to place, looking for a master to teach her fencing.
Appearance: Tiny. Very skinny, and incredibly short, smaller than all elves, as well. Dresses in simple shirt and pants with a vivid blue-green cloak over it, given to her by her Druid Clan. An incredibly fair face, with long white-blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Although she looks elven, only a fool would not recognize the air of the woods about her. The other thieves would notice her eyes, glancing about confidently. Always carries a flute in an inside pocket of her cloak.
Abilities/Powers: The desire to always be learning and working, amazing knife combat, matchless archer, great with any animal including familiars, telepathy with only animals, can charm and command animals with her flute, semi-good at knife throwing, okay at pick pocketing, and Ice/Water magic. Being a thief, she can Hide in Shadows, and nobody can see her.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Aug 20, 2003 13:02:27 GMT -5
Me too ^^
Name: Rina
Age: 13 (since everyone else is)
Location: Nowhere, she travels often
Profile: Not too tall, deep green eyes and brown hair with hints of red. A theif, she loves using daggers. Very good at hand-to-hand combat.
The only thing she can use larger than a dagger is a sword - nothing else. Does not love bows and arrows, but can use them if necessary.
Not particularly good with horses unless she is trying to steal them.
Has hidden magic that she doesn't yet know about.
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Post by Cheshil on Aug 20, 2003 16:49:33 GMT -5
((http://ntwriters.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=roleplay&thread=1054616617&action=display&start=90
(Marcus)
Location: Spain))
Marcus watches sadly... Something was not right. This wasn't where he lived. Saturn had tricked him again.
((Ok... In other words... The crystal thing in the profile doesn't matter.))
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Post by misslynx on Aug 20, 2003 17:26:53 GMT -5
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 20, 2003 17:28:43 GMT -5
ACK!
My post didnt go through!
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Post by misslynx on Aug 20, 2003 17:31:39 GMT -5
ACK! My post didnt go through! What's the matter? |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 20, 2003 17:33:00 GMT -5
In my first post it messed up... Fixed! |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 20, 2003 17:40:44 GMT -5
Brandon awoke the next morning to shouts of fear.
He grabbed his sword and rushed out the room.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
The entire inn was in tatters; the tables were hewn and cast aside, chairs everywhere, doors torn down.
And a dying Sir Edward.
Brandon rushed over to his dying master.
His armor had been cut right beneath his heart, and his breastplate was bloody.
Sir Edward seemed delirious. He kept muttering "Bloody devils..." "Asian evil..."
Brandon shook him.
"Sir Edward? Sir?"
The dying knight turned his head toward his squire.
"Those... ninjas... they ransacked the place... and... the town... I tried..."
Sir Edwards eyes rolled back and his eyes closed.
Brandon stood up nad walked out the door.
Sure enough, the town was the worst it had been.
Horses let loose, the forge destoryed, everywhere, chaos.
Brandon strode behind the inn, and wept.
After realeasing his sadness, he was enraged with fury. He would find the devil ninjas, even if he had to get to the land of China, or Japan.
He didnt care about the so-called elephant creatures, the striped wildcats of the jungle, or the Asian Dragons.
He would find the ninjas.
And avenge his master.
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 20, 2003 23:48:33 GMT -5
((Okay, I think I'll join in. Hold on a minute, I've got a profile on another board I can dig up...
Found it. Profile:
Hair: black, covers his ears
Eyes: red with cat-slit pupils
Height: around three feet
Age: Sixteen-winter
Average Mood: angry, has a bad temper
Average Face: scowling
Most Likely To: attack you from behind, if you're an elf. If you're a human, he'll still attack you from behind, but he won't try to kill you without reason.
Weapons: about fifteen daggers, two short swords he uses at the same time, belonged to his father. Picked up the daggers along the way
Fears/Phobias: water
Hates/Detests: elves
Extra Features: bat-like wings, sharp teeth
Extra Abilities: flying, breathing fire, mage, night-seeing, instant healing, teleporting (in rare occasions), divination
Extra Info: he was raised by dragons from five winters old, then banished as an eight-winter when he lead an elf into the den during a war between elves and dragons.
Okay... How about I'm in the village that was just destroyed? I hate wandering around for ever and a day before I actually meet someone...))
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Post by crazywriter on Aug 21, 2003 0:02:16 GMT -5
I was sitting against a building, an inn, wiping blood from my new dagger onto the black clothes of one of the ninjas who had just run through here. The moron had managed to get me in the back when I was fighting another, stabbing me right in my scar
"That should teach them," I whispered softly. "And they should pray they never again meet with Leokinazzen Dragonsoul!"
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Post by Draco on Aug 21, 2003 0:20:10 GMT -5
((I'm going to join in a few minutes. I just want to make a new profile ^_^ It will be up in a few minutes ^_^ Bio: ntwriters.proboards7.com/index.cgi?board=roleplay&action=display&n=1&thread=1054616617&start=105 (The last one on that page) Location: Kyoto, Japan )) Dragus walks next to a peaceful lake just outside of Kyoto. Everything seems perfect. But than he feels a sharp pain in his head. A thin dark blue dragons head appears out of the water. Dragus looks to her. "Yes Shanala, I sence something to. But what can it be?" They continue to stare at each other. |
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Post by irishdragonlord on Aug 21, 2003 7:28:42 GMT -5
I was sitting against a building, an inn, wiping blood from my new dagger onto the black clothes of one of the ninjas who had just run through here. The moron had managed to get me in the back when I was fighting another, stabbing me right in my scar "That should teach them," I whispered softly. "And they should pray they never again meet with Leokinazzen Dragonsoul!"  But... I wanted to do that! lol, never mind. Ninjas always come in 3s... ;D (leader and his "servants") IC: Brandon, coming from the alley, stopped dead in his tracks s he turned. There lay the dead body of a ninja, but what was worse, there was a demon. ((Hey, this IS medieval Europe, they took Asians for Elves, so I will call you one)) Brandon ducked back behind the alleyway. What would he do? Demons were evil, they'd kill you in an instant... Brandon, remembering his master, unsheathed his sword and deftly held it in fron of the demon's face. "Wh-who are... you?" he got out, in a false-imposing shaky voice. |
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Post by misslynx on Aug 21, 2003 8:45:13 GMT -5
Kira clutched her temples as she caught a sudden migrain. She closed her eyes and hoped it wouldn't last too long. The sound of the waves flickering against the shore were soon replaced by sound of a young man's voice. She opened her eyes and saw that she was on the roof of some sort of inn. She shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and she was soon back on the shore she'd been on all afternoon. Her head was no longer aching. "Whoa, that was wierd.", she said to herself.
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Post by Digital_Eon on Aug 21, 2003 10:23:15 GMT -5
Rina jumped down from the roof of a house and looked around through the city. "This isn't the place," she said quietly, then silently walked out of what was really an oversized village.
She walked for a long time until she saw a ninja by the road, bleeding from his left arm, but not quite dead yet. She bent over and bandaged his arm.
(OOC: Rina's kind to people in need - I'm not saying she's a friend of ninjas, by the way)
"Where have you been, to receive such a wound," she said softly. With his other arm, he pointed to the north. "I see... And did you succeed?" He shook his head. "There is a city not far from here, you could probably find food and drink before heading back to Japan. It would be the best thing for you." He nodded.
"You are gracious," he said, but it seemed hard for him to say. He must have lost a lot of blood - the destination must be far.
"Not gracious. I have a sense of what is right and wrong, and leaving a man to perish on the road is wrong." She looked to the north. "Find a friend, some may have escaped."
Finally, she continued on her journey, wherever it went.
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