Welcome to Gaia! ::

A background thread
To tell your Story
and hear others
all in the comfort of an Old Tavern.

Grand Opening!

Good Evening my fellow Elves, Welcome to my humble establishment.
Some of you might be aware of the history of telling stories. The reason of this establishment is to continue the history. Here is where your story can be heard.


Story Telling Style One
You can get up on this counter and tell all who is here your story using the Post style Shout

Ex. So and so leaned over to the bartender and whispered "style one". The Bartender whilsted getting everyone's attention as so and so climbed on the counter. All gathered to hear as So and so began to speak.


Style Two
You can lean over to your fellow Elf and tell him or her your story using the Post style Whisper
(regardless if I'm online or not You can say I came over leaned over whatever just tell the story)

Ex. So and so got Pen"s attention with a wave. Pen on her lunch break sat across So and so. " Would you like to hear my tale" So and so said, Pen countered "Friend thats what the Pub is for." So and so smiled and began to talk.


Style Three
You can tell my little pet Red Panda here and she will tell your story using the Post style Say
(This means you can talk in the third person instead of first person like the other two)

Ex. So and so gave Red a little treat. The panda stood up and listen to the Elf's Tale. After a long time So and so gave the panda a pat on the head and the panda went back to Pen. "What story do you have for me toaday, Red?" The Panda sat up and began to tell the tale of So and so to all those who could hear.

Walks in a buys buy a Dr Leglass.

Well life started out very well for Cyanide. She was born into a very wealthy family and to loving parents. It didn't last very though as when she was 4 there was an outbreak of some unknown plague in which her parents where killed by. The human doctors could of saved them as they where dispensing a cure for this plague but for some unknown reason why they didn't administer the treatment. This would explain her dislike for Humans. She was found by a couple of kind hearted humans who brought her up(They are the only two humans that she would ever likely to trust) after the outbreak subsided in a dumpster all alone sobbing no one to care for and cared by no one. The rest of her childhood she was brought up on a farm by her newly adopted foster parents and foster sister. Although it was nowhere near as priverleged a lifestyles as with her biological parents it was to loving foster guardians. One they she decided to travel to The Kingdom in the hopes of joining the army so that she could avange her parents death and most importantly of all to do her best to protect all Dark Elven kind.

(There not the best but I amm pretty pround of it. It may get tweaked the odd bit here and there but the main part of the story should always be there. I will post the stats like height, age ect ect later on once I have decided on them.)

{Sorry, I know this is way long!}

Vamp walked into the silent Pub. Pen was out doing whatever she needed to do, so Vamp decided to just write her tale down. That way, should anyone wish to see it, they could just read it at anytime. Looking around, she decided to just sit at one of the wooden tables nearby. Vamp then proceeded to take out a notebook and pen from her jacket pocket and start writing in a neat cursive.

I was born about two hundred years ago. I’m not sure of the exact date, but I know my birthday is in the summer. My mother and father were both poorer Dark Elves, who led a simple life of farming away from humans, but close enough to trade for food and fight off intruders. This brought about a few changes in my opinions that would have been lost had we been nobles. For one, I learned at a very young age to handle various types of weapons. I excelled at the scythe from the beginning, but can wield the bow, sword, knives, and pole arm with relative ease. For the first fifty years of my life, I also came into frequent contact with the human race of Gaia. The small town was far from the bustling cities of Durem, Barton, or Aekea, and thus the people were a very close community that tried to peaceful for the most part. Of course, everything has its flaws, and so did this place. One day, while I was helping my father plow our field for the spring to plant, a group of young men from the village approached. Now I can look back on it and realize how cliché the whole thing was. Of course they were drunk, and of course we tried to be kind and help them back home without thinking they meant anyone any harm. Instead, ten humans overpowered my father, well past his prime, with rusty knives. My mother, who taught me what little magic I know of fire, tried to save him and instead was raped and killed. And where was I? I was frozen in shock and horror. I never imagined anything like this, and so I ran, ran while they were preoccupied killing my poor innocent parents who had never wished harm on any living creature. They were even vegetarians. A couple decades later, I returned and killed them, by the way. The disgusting thing to me was that they hadn’t even remembered that they had killed my parents, they were that drunk at the time. Well, before I completely left the area I returned to the house and grabbed a few necessities such as food, my weapons, and other materialistic items like money my parents had been saving up, plus a few of my mother’s spell books. For about the next one hundred years, not adding my revenge period, I just explored Gaia. I gained a lot of experience under my belt, and learned many harsh realities about various aspects of the world. Money, greed, and selfishness pretty ruled supreme with humans, who were the main amount of company I had. Vampires, Centaurs, Imps, and other various creatures held no real interest to me, I admit. By about thirty years ago, I stayed exclusively with other Dark Elves, refusing to have any contact with other races. It was then that I made my first incredibly stupid act. Don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t had very perfect conduct in my first hundred years, but I tried to avoid life-or-death situations. Well, I had been wandering the streets of Durem after dark, completely confident in my abilities as a warrior to keep me safe. I figured it should be the other person worried about getting hurt, not me. Anyway, I saw a young woman laying in the road, bleeding profusely and twitching in pain. She was human, but I figured no one, no matter what race you are, should be left in the cold stone streets to die alone in the middle of the night. Well, it was a trap. And I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I think they thought I was a vampire, incidentally explaining why I’m called Vamp even though I happen to be an elf. I refuse to even mention my real name anymore, so Vamp works well enough. I was surrounded by creatures I cannot describe to this day, they were black, but their outlines seemed to be continuously shifting. All I can say is that I was soundly beaten within a few moments, and had my trusty scythe, the one I had learned with from a child, taken from me. The creatures finally realized I wasn’t a vampire at this point, but decided to have some fun with me before releasing me. And so, they pretty much cursed me. I’m not sure what the spell is exactly, but every week during the same two hours I was under their power, I have to cut of a piece of my person. Sick bastards though I would go for blood, but I found after the fifth or sixth time that hair works just as well. I have to burn this piece of myself and rub it onto the blade of my scythe. The engravings that symbolized my scythe as a Lunar Scythe would turn black if I did it in the correct timeframe. If I missed, well, I’d prefer not to mention that at this time. It’s a little too gory for light reading. After that I tried to go along as I did normally, except for the new addition to my weekly schedule, until one day I received a message from Harognoth. Which led me to my career here as a lieutenant, though thankfully I have not had to really witness any combat yet.

Vamp put down the pen and stretched. No one had come in yet, so Vamp just tore the piece of paper out of her notebook and stood up. She wandered over to the bar and left the pieces of paper telling her story on the counter before leaving to see what was going on in the lounge.

(Very good story Vamp^^ I enjoyed reading it. I may make a few changes to mine and make it a little longer. I have to just think on it for a little while and add how I came to this clan.)

{Thanks! It took me an hour or so to think of it, but I'm pretty satisfied with the results. Can't wait to see what else you can add to yours, the basic structure was quite good.}

(Thanks considering I have only just started RPing I thought that wasn't that bad. And I am only going to improve as we go along. Well I can tell you the character is going to brely be in her 90s. So compared to everyone else she is going to be young).

No one was in the Pub and Pen was out. The sad Red was in the mood to tell someone his story. Its been months since the last person came in to tell their story. However, Red never had his story told. Kinda hard when Pen is the only one who can understand you. Red, feeling a little disappointed, curled up on the counter. As sleep came Red thought of his story and how he got here.

(blurry Dream transition)
Red was the runt of his litter. He was easily forgotten among his brothers and sisters. He was last in line for food, at which time there wasn't much left. About at six months Red left the den to find food, it was the last he saw his family again. That really didn't concern him, pandas aren't people. They can survive without each other.

Red was on the rim of the forest when he was spotted by a group of humans. They bent down and offered scraps to the young Red. Next thing Red knew he was in a cage. It wasn't so bad, he had plenty of food and didn't have to share. The humans were kind but a little odd. They covered their faces with white paint and wore rubber noses. Which was fine if they didn't forced him into bright clothes and dance on a ball every other night. Oddly enough a young girl in the audience one night, snuck in and freed Red from his odd but happy home. Red however ran, better to find a place where wearing clothes wasn't a requirement.

It was a few months when Red found a cottage with a smoke stack. to avoid getting captured again, he waited in the bushes for the owners to make an appearance. It was after sunset when the residents came out. They also had white paint on, except it seemed smooth and was all over their bodies. As they seemed to glide out into the night, Red raided the cottage. Hungry, Red was far from his normal kibble or his common food in the forest. After finding that the cottage contained no food, Red headed out, but was stopped by the return of the white body paint owners. They caught Red, who did all he could escape but traveling on empty stomach Red was no match for the residents.

Red was encased again but the residents gave him enough food to last him a lifetime. He became so fat that the cage became to small. Once this occurred the residents, who apparently were naturally pale white, brought out a pot. Red wasn't sure what was going on but the pot seemed to big enough for Red to sleep in. Before Red got out of the cage, the cottage door was busted in by a dark blue painted person. The residents launched at the blue person and a battle, which Red didn't see because he couldn't turn around in the cage, commenced. When the sounds halted the dark blue person came back in and found the frantic Red. She was an old woman, with short black hair with streaks of silver. Her paint seemed to wrinkle a bit, but she had a intimidating presence. "You are far from home aren't you.," the woman said in rather a cold tone.

Now still en caged he was being carried by the old, blue lady. Red was unsure where he was going but it sure took a long time. Red finally got back to an average weight by the time they apparently arrived at their destination. It was a large cottage on a hill with a stone fence covering acres of property. The large cottage had a candle in the window and some shadow figure moving around the interior. As they entered the cottage Red was put on the ground as the old woman closed the door. The shadow figure now bent down over Red's cage opened the cage hatch. Red ran out to only slide into the wall and was knocked out.

A door was closed which awoke Red with a jolt. The figure which came in was the same shadow figure who let him out that faithful night. "Did I wake you Red?" as the Pub owner came to pet her old friend. "Yes, and it was such a lovely dream too, Pen." Red spoke knowing no one else was there but his favorite owner.

(Man, Red has a better story than Pen blaugh .)