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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 1:23 pm
[Okay, opening RP post] Citanul sat in his grand Library of books, reading over a volume on the different creatures of this realm. He expected many to stop by today, as they often did. Some came to study, others to talk to him... Gain wisdom and insight into the world.
After a few moments he shut his book and got up to stretch, taking a break from his reading. His doors were always unlocked, so there was usually someone in here, looking at books, learning to read, or gathering courage to ask him questions. He didn't understand what about his gaze had them so scared... He was truly a gentle person.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 1:16 pm
Back propped against a marble pillar, Nine stood with a book in her hand, one long-nailed finger idly caressing the spine while she gently flipped pages with her other hand. She loved the books of this culture, loved their stories, though she often times would laugh at the foolish actions some of the heroes tended to take. If she ever encountered one of these evil dragons, Nine was fairly sure she would attempt to ride it, not kill it. Then again, few humans had her mental abilities.
Her sharpened teeth were displayed in an amused smile that many would take as a predatory grimace. That, among many others, was the main reason why Nine had so few friends. She looked like a predator about to pounce on her prey. It wasn't far from the truth, but Nine was more than willing to stay her nature in order to learn.
Th illuminated pages of the book drew her on, and Nine forgot about her brooding thoughts as she traveled lost paths through enchanted forests and long ago lands. Her slightly quirked smile never left her lips.
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Independent Renegade Crew
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2009 1:41 pm
A messenger hawk swooped in the window and held its leg out imperiously to be relieved of its burden. The contents, when unscrolled and deciphered (for the handwriting was somewhat irregular) read,
My dear leader of D'vrahd.
Greetings from the Assassins. I have contacted you with a request for your services, or rather of one of your apprentices. Our priestess is ofttimes overwhelmed with the duties of speaking to the gods, and so I have decided to ask you for an apprentice for her. Please reply if you are willing to open negotiations, or if you just want to fart in my face.
Salutations and best of health,
Mikiela.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 1:02 pm
Mihelo walked into Citanul's library with a tome of mythical creatures in his arms. "M-m-master Citanul, I-I found a book for you in the b-b-basement, sir," he stuttered, holding out the book and looking at the ground blushing. This man was the first to find him and welcome him into the great churches and was unbelievably kind. Often Mihelo would follow Citanul around like a duckling for no other purpose than to see his broad shoulders.
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