We set off on an adventure grander than any other!Prepare friends here are the names of the few,

Arris the half elven Assasin from Kalvin
Khum the dwarven fighter from Redblade
Faralim Elven Ranger of Elfwood
Lark Tiefling Kensai of Talian
Akira Dwarven Priest of Kraken
StoneRock Chuk'tak Dwarven priest of Dragonspear
Brigh Moonelven rouge spy of the Examplers.

I'll sing you now,
A tale of old,
Of which the gone bard speaks,
I'll yarn of glory, blood, and gold,
A trail to the peaks!

-Written By Spree-

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<font color="cyan">Faramir had been awake a couple of hours by the time the sun rose from over the horizon. He had wandered many miles throughout Elfwood, and had spoken to the birds and the trees that live in his glorious forest.

Other Elves were on the move too, and with ears and eyes as keen as his, he spotted most that went by (no matter how silent they were). He paused as he approached his little village again, and took a sip of the clear, cold water, shining blue in his flask. The water had been gathered from the Lake of Siliant, near the borders of the forest.

He progressed down the hill, entering his little hut. His bow was in the corner, lying against the wooden door. He never took his bow on his early morning walk, only his trusty dagger “Ilibrioth”, handed to him by Telethril, elder of Elfwood (How he came to obtain Ilibrioth is another story). Anyway, he preferred his trusty bow, carved out of Relianble, one of Elfwood’s finest tree’s, that fell in the storm of 1211. Trouble never really occurred deep into the forest, and even if it did Faramir was certain that he could avoid a confrontation if need be.

Taking another sip of from the flask, he removed a piece of bread from a leaf on a wooden bench. Breaking some off, and placing it in his mouth, he chewed it without making a noise. He walked to the door again, and set off on another walk around the green forest.</font>

<font color="skyblue">BRIGH

She drinks in the beautiful sunrise, watching the rays play across the vast openness of the Dune Desert. She is practically invisible to all eyes, blending in with the rocks she is laying on......she shifts slightly, bringing her flask up, and takes a small sip...watching the sandmasters below her, with purple watchful eyes.

Her purple eyes narrow thoughtfully as she watches them, and puts the flask up silently. Near to her left hand, is her dagger, and in the right a messaging orb. She can't understand how those ..those...monks have made her do this demeaning job. She knows this is beneath her. She gathers information. Since when did she say she was a spy? ~Yes~, she nods to herself, ~I am an excellent spy, but I did not ask for this, and why watch these..these things?~

She glances up once again as the sun finally breaks thru the horizon, silently stretches, and covers a yawn. She misses her home, and knows that soon the heat will become unbearable yet again. She turns her full attention back to the sandmasters, carefully noting their every movement......</font>

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ooc: ;) I just think I'll warn ya'll now. My dear brother here is only in the 5th grade and eh... He's more a beat the door in kind of dude. :D I'll intervine as much as possible. Apologies on all mistakes he's already made. ;) Ya'll gotta remember Georgia is the second worst educated state in America, so me and G.S. are kind of thick. So eh, Sparky? You think you might wanna get some help DM'ing this? Maybe me or Midget or Mello could pitch in? It's just after that incident with Seth...

LARK
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Light. It stings my eyes. Day. Another worthless stretch of time in which I slave for others' benefits. Night. My only comfort. Dark. My home. I stumble out of bed, blinking multiple times. I look to the mirror at the end of my room. Something has triggered it again. My wings, huge sheets of cascading black/black scales, itching to fly. My tail, whipping around impatiently. My eyes entierly silver. To some I might appear elegant in this stage. Like the statues found in gardens or the gargoyles guarding castles. To others, I was a monster. But for now I must hide my truth.

I set down the mugs silently, my jaw clamped in a tight line. Such degrading work this was. But I would contend for the time being. My mind was busy with thoughts and questions. Rarely did I wake up as a demon. But then, rarely does a fey'ri have to hide her identity as much as I. It confused me to no end every time it happened. My wings... They itched so! How I'd long to spread them and fly. I snapped out of my trance to greetings from another harsh anxious cry for more ale. My hands clenched into fists. More work. And for what? A few gold pieces? I could just as easily kill a man and loot his body! Why didn't I? Why couldn't I find the nerve just to leave?</font>

OOC>>>One small question.

Is this going to run like Spree's Wanderers...or are all of us going to meet up or at least a few of us? I would like to travel in this RP with more than one of our members. Is this possible?

ooc: Nah, this isn't gonna run like the Wanderers Larry. G.S. told me there's going to be one big final boss, so he's probably going to herd us ALL up into one big group. [img]smile.gif[/img] That should be comical if nothing else. The pretty elves, the hard-working dwarves, and that bitter little tiefling. :D

Grandslayer, I'm a priest of Clangeddin. DId i miss something?

Hang on, i have this problem of getting confused. Are we travelling, or are we in our home towns or somthin? Please help, then I'll gladly post some real gameplay messages.

Yes we will all meet up at some time, and yes Midget and Mello Yellow can join in on the fun.


Khum...
You patiently wait as some idiotic Half-Orc kept Groaning "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I like this" he grabed your favorite axe that you Never sold "How much is it???????"

Faramir...
A young boy runs up to you "Hey Faramir!" you turn your head "Hey Lathanter ," The kid jumped up and down "What can I do for you?Can you teach me how to shoot the bow?" You put your hand to the top of his head to make him stop jumping "First you have to learn to keep your arm still while holding your blade you jitter as much as a kobold,"


Brigh...
You watch paitiently as the evil scorpien men walked around pausing many times holding their poisionous katanas the leader said to his troops "Those examplers are probably here already lets move," he began but one yelled "There!I found one!" the smallest one pointed at the hill you were behind.Now you worried about getting caught by Sandmaskers and dunedelvers


Lark...
You walk down the stairs and went to the counter a small boy ran up and said "Hi what's your name?" the boys mother grabed him and yelled "You know not to be around tieflings Jermy!" your anger was rising, you couldn't control it you ran to your room...

Arris...
I walked over to my small book of items and looked at the picture of the Shadowdagger family "Ahh Salias, if you found out how I lived today you would have killed me," I silently sat "Hmmmm I think I need to get away from these cooped up walls," I looked at my map, "Prehaps,yes Elfwood,"

SecretMaster you are in your town in the Dragonspear Mountains just sitting there and talking to people