"Welcome to the newest funnest place I've thought up of. THIS IS NOT A CLAN. But its a place where a village starts out small, and you can move in, build what you want, and live your own life. It starts off with just the Government building and a few houses. The Town Supervisor is me of course, but people can join the council as time progresses. There will be town meetings, people will vote on where to place things, and everyone can play a part. We can have different political parties running for the courts, guards, education, magic and such. So this is where all character traits come in handy, and you can allow battles, barfights, and such, but hopefully the guards
will be trained to patrol places. Remeber, if security is bad along with education and magic plus the court systems, the city can become a city of crime, so if you want to run for a head of a department, you better be convincing. But if your head of your department, you should maintain the budget i allow. You can be a blacksmith, a bartender, or you could just be the bill gates (not favoring US, but he's the only rich person i can think of) of our city. Live the life you want, this is Waterdale, and this is the virtual city which will be fun to do, but who knows, an army could come to destroy it? Just post a message to join or what you want to do, THIS IS NOT A GUILD MODERATORS." ~ So Sayeth The Wise Secretmaster

Have Fun Guys!!!!

I tall hooded figure walks into the the new city and looks around. He thinks to himself this will do nicely. He walks up to the government building and bangs on the door.... he waits for a response

OOC:

Name = Illsha Damoul
Race = Half drow half Avariel (no wings)
Class = wild mage
Level = 7

Stats

str = 10
dex = 11
con = 6
int = 20
wis = 4
Chr = 16

Weapon prof = Quater Staff*
sling *

description =

although he is half drow he still knows how to please and get on with people. Even though he is always judged as evil as he is prodominatley drow. His skin is a mix of dark drow skin and a plae human complexsion. Resulting in two white lightnening bolts, one on each cheek. Even though he is clever his poor wisdom and con has let him slip sumwhat into insanity and has helped heim develop a split personality!

Equipment:

black robes with two lightning bolts down the back

ring of intellegence +2 -2 wisdom

'Nige' Quater staff +2 (his best friend)

Sling+0.5 (Illsha's Creation) very minor/heavy enchantment his own design in fact.
requires no ammo but can never be more than 100 yards away from him or it will explode in creating either 100 cows or pigs. Every time the bullet hitit either casts a single magic missle on the target as well heals the target 1d4+1 or damages illsha 1d4+1

*Rrrinng*

"OOh Finally... Class Dismissed..."

*He Walked Over To The Window And Hit His Head On It*

"This School Will Be The Death Of Me"

*Just Before Walking Out Of The Class Room, The Little Girl Who Had Cried At The Lecture On The Drow The Day Before, Screamed And Passed Out. The Rest Of The Class Looked Out The Window To See A Dark Skinned Elf*

"Its A Drow!! Its A Drow!!" They All Yelled

"Okay Kids, Calm Down!!! You Stay Here, And I'll Go See What Mr. Dark Elf Wants.. Okay?"

*He Left The Classroom And Walked Out Into The Street*

"Jeez" He Muttered "I Tell Them About The Drow, And Then The Next Day, One Walks Into Waterdale... Sods Law 'Tis That.."

He notices a man well dressed walk out of building where a scream had occured. Illsha than walks over to the man extends his hand in greeting and pulls his hood from around head exposing his face complete with lightning bolts. "I was wondering how i could purchase a house? Also how can you come out here looking all calm when on the surface i look like a cursed drow?" He stands there waiting for a response

"Calm... Ummm... Yes... I'm What You Call Calm... Now, If You Please, As 2nd In Command Of The City Guard I Must Ask You To Leave Our City Before I Am Forced To D-Deal With You Using My P-Powerful Magiks!! Go Dark One, And Leave Our Pea- Quiet Town Alone..."

"Father you told me this would happen, FATHER give me strength i am tired an weary of this life how i wish to sore and swoop and dive in the air like you did, like my spitefull sister can. Why did i have to get my mothers tainted skin, i want it to end, end now!" he then falls down onto his knees cups his face in hands and starts crying muttering praise to hiis father but only curses and damnations on his mothers name and linage.

*He Thinks: Ok, Not Just A Drow, But An Insane Drow.. Tch*

"Don't Try To Make Me Sympathise On You Drow. I Know Your Kind"

*He Loads His Crossbow And Points It To The Back Of His Neck*

He turns around and looks at his exicutioner, "You... YOu ha ha ha ha. You think I am a drow. I may look like a drow even have half of their forsaken blood flowing through my veins but i assure you i am no drow. My father was of the winged elves gracefull and full of spirit, you may of heard of them the Avariel? And my mother was a drow! I took my mothers skin and thats all i got of her. I wished i had my father wings so i could sore in the sky but no, i have only got the stumps where wings attemted to grow on this accursed skin." He stands up and pulls of his robe exposing some patheti stump wing things.

Thanx all for making a new thread. Could ya guys update me on the recent things with the dungeon crawling.
IC>"Welcome Illsha Damoul. I am the mayor of this town, SecretMaster the thief. Come with me for a drink at the Bears Arm. Now might I ask which house you want for sale, and what job you'll have. I could always need more assistance at my building, because my workers are not the best if ya know what i mean.

Ulrik had seen a dark-skiined figure making his way through the town, and remembering the young guard Beaumanoir had been a drunk, ulrik ran off to stop any commotion.
He got to the scene where a hysterical elf of strange origin was kneeled, and Beaumanoir, still swaying slightly had his crossbow loaded.
'What in the nine hells is going on here?'