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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2006 19:42:38 GMT -5
Yeah...that sounds really smart of me. Anyways, I don't really care where we do the roleplay. Its sometimes easier over PM. But depending on who answers this, we'll probably end up doing it here on the boards.
Anyways, let me elaborate on the story line and what is going to happen.
My story is original, and takes place around medieval times. Although its original, its kind of based off of Eragon and Eldest. A tyrant king has ordered the elimination of all dragon riders. Due to a mishap. Your character can be one of the remaining dragon riders, or...anything else.
My character, depending on who you pick, will be a girl who finds a dragon egg, a centuar that guides the hero/heroine, or a dragon rider.
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Post by costaricangirl on Nov 22, 2006 23:19:11 GMT -5
[I'll join as a female human dragon rider, if that is all right.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2006 15:41:41 GMT -5
[I'll join as a female human dragon rider, if that is all right.] Thats fine! I will end up being a young human boy....give me a few minutes and I'll write up a post. |
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Post by costaricangirl on Nov 26, 2006 13:32:57 GMT -5
['Kay!]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2006 14:56:41 GMT -5
Derainth. A desolate place, not many would dare live in this mountainous desert terrain. And those who do? Well, they don't live very long. Traitors and thieves of the royal family are sent here, to lie in this wasteland with little or no nourishment. Bordering this graveyard is the lush lands of Tak. The king of these lands is a hard man, cruel at times, but gentle at others
He had no children or wife, at least not now. They had been brutally murdered by a dragon and its rider. Such is the prejudice of humans, that he ordered the death of every dragon and rider among them all.
Now it was widely known that a few resisted and hid in the mountains and deserts. And since no one dare to tred there, the rumors became just that.
So now to our present story.
These resisters were called 'Zekks' a cruel name that means 'outcast' or 'the most hated' King Zethin lives in the capital city of Gaith, not far from where our story takes place.
A small village by the name of Toniai (tone-eye) It literally means 'small'
-much to be continued-
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2006 15:02:26 GMT -5
A young boy of sixteen stood among the hay of the fields. Twas almost harvest time and his father and brothers would be out here, cutting the stalks to sell and eat. He stood out among the rich waves, for he was different, though the true-born son of his father and mother. His hair was black and hung around his shoulders in a braid. and his eyes flashed the color of coals. This was Farin
Farin, though the oldest, he was ignored; not abused, just ignored. Sometimes he preferred it that way. It gave him time to run and hide, talking to the trees, imagining stories and dreams.
His name means 'unnatural' for that was what he was. He had fair skin when the rest of his family was tanned. He made up stories and wrote them down when half of his village could not read.And that was what he was doing at the moment. he was dressed in simple peasant clothing, dark brown breeches and a white shirt. As usual he was barefoot.
Farin smiled and leaned over his leather bound sketchbook. It was a gift from his friend, Talisae. She was a scholar in one of the big cities. Paper was such an expensive item. So he was careful not to make any mistakes. He looked over his latest creation. A midnight purple, almost black, dragon stared back at him, its underbelly and frills were a lighter purple. Its teeth were massive, it looked like an assassin dragon. Farin had only heard a little about the infamous dragon riders, and the few types of dragon. (Okay now I'm done)
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Post by costaricangirl on Dec 11, 2006 17:57:58 GMT -5
[Sorry if my post doesn't flow with the story line... I was a bit unclear about some things but hopefully I got it. Just let me know if it's wrong, I guess... xD]
Issa Miire ["meer"] felt the wind whip through her long, loose braid of dark hair. She closed her grey eyes with pure pleasure as she clung to her noble steed, Cyrus. His silver scales glinted in the sunlight as the duo soared over the tiny village below. Cyrus was apprehensive.
Issa, are you sure no one will spot us? he asked for the umpteenth time, twitching his silver wind-swept ears.
Yes, Cy, Issa replied, resting her face on the cool scales that covered his long, flexible neck. It is cloudy out, and you are silver. You blend in perfectly, I promise.
Cyrus was the one being who was allowed to call Issa by her first name. All other acquaintances, even her closest ones, referred to her as "Miire". It was just the way it was... It had even taken quite a while after Cyrus' birth for Issa to allow even him--It was because her father had always referred to her as that... And he had been dead since Cyrus' years inside his egg.
Issa shifted in the shining white saddle on which she sat. It had been a gift from the king, also before Cyrus was born... And before he had attempted to destroy all dragons and their riders. She had felt betrayed when it happened, because she and the king had been relatively close. She had been a warrior in his army... And she was only sixteen at the time.
Now, a year later, everything has changed. She and Cyrus were forced into a cruel exile in the desolate and dangerous mountains. The first month was hell--they had almost frozen and starved to death. Now, however, they were accustomed to living in the harsh wilderness. It was their home. Issa still kept all of her warrior gear with her for fear she would need it, which explained the shining sword at her side and her leather belt with a clasp on which was engraved a fancy, curling "R". She continued to wear it proudly. She never once regretted becoming a legendary rider.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2006 13:51:27 GMT -5
Farin tossed his dark hair and looked up from his drawings. Yawning he set them aside. "If I knew I was going to be out here longer, I would have brought lunch." He streched and stood up, something caught his eye, it came from the sky. Instinctively he looked up and crouched down. He didn't see anything.
A soft breeze blew the stalks softly, at the same time, a voice was heard on the wind. Hello He turned, "Who's there?" He reached for the short knife he always carried at his side. Picking up his sketches he placed them back into his leather pouch, slung it over his shoulder. And started towards the thick forest at the edge of the village.
He kept walking until it was so dark, he couldn't take one step without hitting a tree. Cursing his luck he looked around, hoping to see some sort of light. "Mithros." He breathed, a small light from his palm began to glow. He nodded, pleased with himself that he knew the spell to make a small rock glow.
Hello The voice in his head sounded again, he turned, slowly, his eyes lit upon a dark purple boulder. He raised a delicate brow. "Well, what have we here?" He gently bent down and ran a hand over the cool sides. The light touched it, it was almost as big as a cat, and dark as midnight. He grinned and picked it up, despite its sie, it was relativly easy to pick up.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2007 12:17:15 GMT -5
ooc// Hey Fenrix. Can I join?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2007 20:52:52 GMT -5
OOc?? Yeah! I was hoping you would!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2007 7:51:58 GMT -5
A girl of fifteen years muttered to herself as she pitched clean hay into one of the stalls. She flung back a strand of bronze hair that had been annoying her through the last half-hour. And, as it had done so many times before, the lock fell back into her eyes. She ignored it this time, finding no use to repeat herself only to fail. She looked back down at her wheelbarrow. An hours work and she had finished only one stall.
Her name was Aria, but she preffered the name Ari. She was the stabelkeeper's daughter, and a trouble when it came to being a young woman. She didn't see why she had to wear dresses and learn to sew and cook. She hated those things. She would much rather dress like the boys of the town and hunt.
She glanced back down at the straw. It was surprising to her how little work she had gotten done. She was a dreamer, and couldn't be blamed for it either. She loved the way she could make words flow together, and, though she didn't know how to read or write, her friend, Farin was teaching her.
She looked up as the door opened and in the same boy that her thoughts dwelled on now. She smiled and waved for Farin to join her.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2007 16:44:15 GMT -5
Farin grinned and waved to her. "Hello Aria!" He decided to keep the dragon egg a secret, he was still slightly scared about what happened in the woods. He glanced around. "Almost done? I want to show you something!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2007 16:59:31 GMT -5
Aria looked down at the dirty straw that she still had to replace. "Ferin. I'm working. My father wouldn't like me running off." She smiled and tossed a pitchfork full of straw into the wheelbarrow. She turned to a nearby window as a sharp squeel filled the air. It was definitely from one of the horses, thought Aria couldn't tell which one. She turned back to Ferin and rushed out of the barn. She had to see what was wrong.
Aria ran to the nearest pasture and looked around. There, in the middle of the field lay a pinto mare. The white of her coat was stained with blood and her eyes were lifeless. Aria rushed up to her. Huge bite marks ran up her side. It looked as if a giant predetor had bitten into the poor creature. "Ferin, what kind of creature could do this?" She asked, stroking the mare as it took its last breaths.
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