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 Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:45 pm
Roleplay Style
*This is a 'non profile' style roleplay. This means that I will not make a list of characters or ask you to list your character. This is done to keep an air of mystery and professionalism within the roleplay
*Because this is a literate guild I assume I don't have to point out the usual things like writing in 3rd person, past tense. But so you can't say I didn't warn you, there it is.
*Just jump right in where ever you see fit. If you are unsure if something is okay within the roleplay ask in the ooc forum.
Story
In a world where the land is divided up in four areas people's lives teeter on the edge of chaos. The lands are distributed between three races, making it uneven throughout the world. Humans are close to being at war wit themselves. The west is exiled from all else. The east never leave their walls. In a world so diverse you can take on almost any role. Live for yourself, die for your friends, and keep watch of your enemies. In this land the enemies are your next door neighbors, or the beasts that lie in waiting outside civilization. In a world where the land is divided up in four areas people's lives teeter on the edge of chaos. The lands are distributed between three races, making it uneven throughout the world. Humans are close to being at war wit themselves. The west is exiled from all else. The east never leave their walls. In a world so diverse you can take on almost any role. Live for yourself, die for your friends, and keep watch of your enemies. In this land the enemies are your next door neighbors, or the beasts that lie in waiting outside civilization.
Lands
Divided into four regions, where you are is very important. The north is full of florishing civilation covered in sparse forests. Humans inhabit these towns, and it is run by nobles. In the north your family name holds great importance, and money makes the world go round. It is very close to the Renaissance era, woman wear dresses and nobles don't talk with commoners. The north is known for their music and artwork.
In the south is a desert full of more diverse groups of humans. Run by monarchy of a single line of blood, the south is always changing vastly depending on the ruler. It is set up in groups of towns, collected near oasis and rivers. The south is known for their caravans, story telling, and dances. The south is much more verbal then the north.
The east is a land of oceans and islands. Starting at the shores and stretching to the ends of the world, the elves own these lands. The elves are very similar to humans, at the exception of one thing. They can live up to five times longer then a human. Known for their high society, these islands are ruled by an elder coucil in each town. They are closer to city-states then anything since the only time the different islands communicate is during festivals. The east is known for their singing, cloth work, and festivities.
The west, a land of mountains, is shunned by the other three nations. Inhabited by what everyone calls inhumans, no one goes in and comes out alive. Having no government system the west is set up in different sects. Each sect is designated by the type of inhuman and their status. Because of their 'differences' very few inhumans stray outside the west. However it has been heard of and it is said inhumans have found ways to blend in with the humans.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 2:06 pm
The blistering sands blew all about, stinging like a swarm of bees. The sun was impossible to make out beyond the cloud off dust and sand. But you knew it was there, you could feel yourself baking beneath its rays. A man, barely old enough to be considered one, trudged through this southern storm. Usually the sands were easy enough to cross on foot, as long as you were prepared for the heat. But today was not Rideth's best day, and desert was not happy with him.
Deep blue cape fluttering behind him, only his travelers clothing could protect him from the pounding of sand and dirt. His light blonde hair rustled about, practically blending in with the white washed sand. Just a little farther, it had to be close. Suddenly his nose came in contact with stone, he hadn't even noticed the wall stretching before him in the midst of wind. He let out a small sigh of relief, finally.
Reaching the gates of town he quickly slipped in, the wind retreating almost immediately. The town was gorgeous. Sand colored homes build from stone stood before him, row after row. They stretched high above him, making a maze of city streets. Protected by large walls all around, the wind was barely noticeable, the city was ablaze of people. Commotion from all sides, smells of authentic food from the east and north, stalls full of odds and ends, his eyes were already full with the feast before him. Thank goodness for society, thank goodness for man kind. Oh how he had missed it on his trip to the south.
Lazily this fare skinned man walked through the streets, maneuvering about people. His gold eyes flashed back and forth as he tried to take it all in. He had only been to the south once before, and never in a crowded city like this. His brown traveling clothing blended in well with everyone else, but what did stand out was the bright blue cloth tied about his neck and his gold eyes. His eyes were unusual for even for the south. If it wasn't for it he would look like a pure blood northerner.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 5:23 am
Deep in the mountains of the west, something roamed through the vast tundras high up in one of the mountains. Up on the tall mountain peak, its paws clad with sharp claws padded silently upon the new-fallen white snow. It shimmering red eyes seemed to glow; contrasting against the white of its snowy habitat. The creature broke into a fast sprint, and then seemed to disappear as the snow started to fall in a blaze, the air thickening with moisture.
The sky was not seen; all you could see was thick, gray stratus clouds covering from above your head throughout to the horizon. If your eyes were not trained for seeing in thick headwinds and gleaming, constant snow, you would be lost in the high mountain peaks. Occasionally, one might see a pair of red eyes flash...and then disappear.
The thing reappeared, this time, within the comforts of a hidden cave deep in the recesses of the snowy mountainside. The shining gray stone walls were cool, but not cold. Then, out of nowhere, an arrowhead punctured deep in the thing's pelt, slicing through to its flesh. The creature cried out in utter angst and agony, and the poisonous oil on the arrowhead worked its magic. Soon, the creature laid limp upon the cavefloor.
Out of the shadows of the cave, a dark, shadowy figure emerged. The figure grasped the tail of the thing and then dragged it into the dark recesses of the cave.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 8:41 pm
How long he roamed the streets he did not know, but eventually his roaming brough him to a brightly colored tent. He stared at it for a long time before finally deciding to go in. Bottle and knickknacks laid strewed about the place. It looked more furnished then most permanent homes and shops. Deep lavishing rugs covered the ground and the sky was full of brightly colored stars, each gem hanging by a thin string. The small amount of light that entered the tent sent sparkles throughout it, giving in a glowing sensation. It was beautiful.
Rideth came to a stop at certain object. It was small fang, looking to belong to a wolf or other medium sized predator. On the outside of the bottle, written in scrawly writing it said 'from the west'. A shiver traveled down his spine and he turned away from the other bottles. He was no longer curious about their contents. "Wait," he heard a voice call.
He stopped, looking back. The tent had a handful of people searching through it so it was hard to tell at first who had called him. That’s when he saw the dark haired woman sitting in the back by a table. In the south women weren't required to wear dresses, but this one had so many layers he couldn't tell if she was wearing a skirt or pants. Her dazzling blue eyes locked onto his. "It has been a long time since I've seen one move as smoothly as you. You seem to flow from place to place with an air of elegance that would put an elf to shame." Rideth suddenly went rigid, his eyes suddenly filling with distrust. She laughed slightly, making a motion for him to come closer. "And even longer since I've seen that color of eyes." Rideth stared cautiously at the woman wondering if he should comply or sprint out the door. His breath had completely stopped. Only in civilization for a couple hours and already this.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:17 pm
Slowly, awkwardly, the boy made his way over to the woman. However he made no motion to sit down, instead he simply stood there staring at her. The woman smiled, entertained by his distrusting nature. "What’s wrong little 'kitsune', do you not trust me?" she said tauntingly, making a swift motion with her hand.
Rideth flinch, taking a step back like she had tried to strike him. He really wanted to leave now, but seemed glued to the spot. He glared at her silently, half turned, as if ready to run. She laughed again, leaning back in her seat. Her omniscient presence sent a prickling feeling down his spine. He did not like this woman. "Do you not like being called 'kitsune'? Would you rather me call you little fox?"
He had enough, he knew where this conversation would go. Turning he said simply, "I'm leaving." With that he walked out and into the bright light. The woman continued to laugh lightly, watching the boy go. It seemed something interesting had turned up in Sarideth, it would be interesting to watch. The little fox was a long way from home.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 8:41 pm
The boy walked through the fields searching, searching for his hometown. The face of the woman haunted him and her mocking laugh rang in his ears. He squatted on the ground trying to block out the laugh.
A gypsy girl, spotted him across the field. She heard him yell. "Stop it woman! Leave me alone!" she wondered if he was hurt. She ran to the boy, her beads jangling.
"Little one, what is wrong? you can tell me?" she said in her strong mexican accent. The boy said nothing, he looked into her deep brown eyes and collapsed into Telulah's lap.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 11:05 am
She had a peculiar accent in her area, but was accepted among the Southerners none the less.
With wide green eyes and a frail, petite body, she walked tall and determined with an alarming sense of strength. Living the life of a vagabond in the south was not at all difficult. The red-haired nomad lived the life of a photograph she had once seen in a pile of burnt wood: a horse, a large carriage draped in red fabric and many odd trinkets hanging in various places. She had added her own vices to the collection of course.
His name was Hank and he was a rather large old English Sheep dog that had stuck to following her as she traveled. The two were practically inseparable now.
Sticking to the main 'road' Hank and his companion Nora heard the blissful sound of water rush to their ears. Urging her vigilante Belgian horse on, the three found the clear waters to be a blessing in disguise. Was this someones land? Would they be trespassing? The last thing she wanted was for any of them to be hurt, but they needed the rest and the river would be an ideal place to stop.
Deciding it was best to take the risk, as she loved nothing more than the thought of taking a cool bath, Nora pulled the carriage aside, quickly unharnessed the Belgian horse she had called Charlie and led him to the water, kneeling beside him as he dipped his muzzle in the babbling waters.
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