Free MMORPG Forums

CrazyFreak · 10-31-2009, 09:37 PM

This is how our story began...

A long time ago, on the continent of Aranna, the once-magnificent Empire of Stars had crumbled into oblivion... paralyzed by its own power-hungry Legions, and torn asunder by an ancient and merciless evil.

But the 10th Legion, the dying Empire's most valiant soldiers, and most trusted, withdrew far to the west to a land called Ehb, seeking to preserve what their Empire had lost.

Here, in the rugged mountains and rich valleys of their new home, they founded the Kingdom of Ehb, a Kingdom that has embraced peace and freedom for 300 years.

But... there was a price.

Few now remember the evil that opposed them. Fewer still recall the dark sorceries cast to save them. And none could foretell that one humble farmer would stand between a vengeance from the past and the survival of the Kingdom.

Only three hundred years old, the Kingdom of Ehb is one of the youngest states bordering the Plain of Tears. First settled as a trading outpost on the fringes of the Empire of Stars, Ehb later achieved temporary status as a military protectorate and province when the Seck and 10th Legion migrated westward. After the catastrophic War of Legions led to the collapse of the Empire, the stunned province of Ehb was set on an irrevocable course toward independence and kingship. Protected by a ring of superb fortifications and heir to the 10th Legion-arguably one of the best trained armies in the world-the Kingdom of Ehb has, so far, been shielded from the raids and invasions that have devastated many of its neighboring states on the Plain.

Within Ehb's borders, there is an astonishing diversity in geography and cultures. Most inhabitants worship Azunai, an ancient god of the pre-Imperial Agallan Peaks. Dwarves and men live together in harmony and bow to the same king. Sorcerers are also more accepted than in other countries, thanks in large part to the efforts of Merik, Grand Mage and Warden of Shadows of the 10th Legion. And in the heart of the kingdom, a strange and often contrary race called the Droog is allowed a degree of autonomy, despite its sometimes troublesome alliances.

It is a country in search of an identity, caught between the glories of a fallen past and the potential for an even greater future. Despite several crises, Ehb has never fallen to an enemy. But at any time the course of events could turn down a bleaker path.

A thousand years ago, the crusaders of Azunai crossed swords with the legions of Zaramoth in the final battle of a century-long rebellion. As the tyrannical god Zaramoth struck the final blow through Azunai's trembling shield, the earth shook. In that moment, the forces of magic were unchained, and both armies were consumed in a brilliant cataclysm that stretched for leagues across the Plain of Tears. Only a scarred wasteland remained as final testament to the First Age of Man.

And for a millennium, magic has continued to spread to the farthest corners of the world, freely flowing to any who would command it. But the tide of magic has begun to wane, heeding instead the call of an ancient legacy. From the Plain of Tears a new heir beckons, and with each day his strength grows. Consuming those who submit, eradicating those who resist. With none to oppose his ascendance, the circle will be complete, and an ancient age will begin anew.

It has been 10 years after the fall of Valdis. That fateful day, the Sword of Zaramoth and the Shield of Azunai clashed once more, shattering the cursed blade. It had been that single thing that had ended the First Age, many years ago. The Second Age drew to it's end, the stars shifted once more, signaling the Third Age.

10 years into the Third Age, the Sword threatened to be remade, by a dark force, unreconed with for ages. The Four Races are threatening to clash in war, and that will help bring forth the Great Cataclysm one more. A few brave souls will be challenged in these dark ages to come forth, and defeat the great evil afoot. They will go through hard challenges and decisions, there will be sorrow, pain, suffering. But at the end, they will find a truth that noone will forsee...even I cannot see what it may be.

Hmm, strange...whatever it may be...I hope for the best, for us all.

MAP:

Character Application:
Name: (First and Last, unless asked permission.)
Age: (13-50, unless your a special character, if so, you must speak to me.)Race: (Human, Dryad, Elf, Half-Giant)
Gender: (Male or Female, but Dryads can only be female.)
Personality:
Class: (Fighter, Ranger, Nature Mage, Combat Mage, Fist of Stone, Blood Assassin)
Appearance:

My Char App:
Name: Fadren
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Personality: Calm, Intelligent, Keen Eyed.
Class: Fist of Stone
Apperance:

Class Descriptions:
Fighter: Uses Melee weapons and attacks, great as a close up tanking machine.
Ranger: Uses Bows, Crossbows, and Daggers. Great to deal extra damage while taking minimum damage of his own.
Nature Mage: Uses the powers of nature to heal his allies, but the power can also be used to summon exotic creatures. Wields a staff.
Combat Mage: Uses his perfection of the elements to show his wrath to his foes. Wields a staff.
Fist of Stone: A combinations of a Fighter and Nature Mage, perfect for dealing great damage, while healing his friends.
Blood Assassin: A combination of Ranger and Combat Mage, great for dealing that extra damage by showing his true powers of the elements.

Race Descriptions:
Human: The humans are your ordinary kind of guys (or gals). A flexible race, humans are a jack of all trades, able to hold their own in whatever class you assign them to. They are are an aggressive and sometimes warlike race, sticking together and building massive fortresses to defend themselves. And yet, many amazing items and locations would not have been discovered, were it not for the inventiveness and curiosity of humans.

Dryad: Dryads, also known as tree-spirits, are green-skinned humanoids, associated with Hinduism and Greek mythology. Nobody knows exactly where the dryads originated from and there have been no sightings of them before the battle of Zaramoth and Azunar (and there have been no sighting of a male dryad up to this day).

Legend tells that Dryads are from their birth bonded to a tree and while they are said to be long-lived, should the tree they are bonded to die so will they. Because of that, if you want to stay on their good side, don't harm any trees!

Even more so than humans, dryads have a tight-knit community and don't stray far from each other. Some compare their society to packs of wolves, quarrels are common but short-lived, and a dryad's main fighting style is to rely on her instinct. Using their close bond to nature, dryads are naturals at nature magic. They also make fine archers, as many dryads use nothing but bows to protect their homes.

Elf: Like the Dryads, Elves share a mythological background, albeit from northern Europe

The elves more than any other is a magical race, with many if not all elves having a basic grasp of combat magic. An elf's biggest incentive is to learn new things, and many great breakthroughs in the magic community can be attributed to these pointy-eared creatures. Though a compassionate race, elves generally try to stick with other elves but will never hesitate to help another living being in need.

Half-Giant: Half-giants should probably be seen as humans with some blood from and relation to Giants. Natural powerhouses, many stories are told of half-giants fighting insurmountable odds, taking damage that would have long killed any other creature.

While not quite as long lived as the elves, half-giants can live to hundreds of years. This feat is by part likely accomplished by a half-giants tender nature. Half-giants stay to themselves, trying to stay out of trouble, but when sufficiently angered, an half-giant is a formidable foe.

5 People and we may begin.

conmon · 11-01-2009, 06:58 AM

Character Application:
Name: Melain Vernsei
Age:23
Race: Dryad
Gender: Female
Personality: Treehugging, Anti-Socialist, Silent, Gruesome.
Class:Blood Assassin
Appearance:

She doesn't stand tall more near a kids size. Despite her short size she stands thing and proud wielding a staff and a dagger in both hands. A dagger sheath stands at her leg with a string around her chest would hold the staff. She became a Blood Assassin due to her tree's corrupted like nature. She would have happily joined the evil side, had she known there was one. Hearing that there was a group forming she quickly joined.
Height: 4'5
Weight: 98.2 Ibs.
Clothing: Leaves as her clothing, and her leaf hair acts as a hood.
Weaponry: A staff made from Dark-wood Pine and a large crystal stone. And a dagger made from fine steel.

Eladon · 11-01-2009, 11:22 AM

Name: Zargoth Automostone

Age: 29

Race: Half-Giant

Gender: Male

Personality: Zargoth is a very reckless person, he has a short fuse and cant really hold his tongue against something he believes in. However due to his reckless nature he is a great warrior, and can hold his own against foes twice his size or more, Part of his great strength is because of his childhood as a bear hunter. He never quite grasped his fathers way of using a bow, so he took to using his fists instead and soon learned how to wrestle various creatures to death.

Class: Fighter

Appearance:

come4 · 11-01-2009, 12:59 PM

Character Application:
Name: Mal'Ak Alak'hai
Age: 33
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Personality:Silent, Serious, Purposeful, Compassionate
Bio (I added this, cos i think it explains what i have in mind for my character more clearly): , His parents died at a young age, brutally murdered infront of him, by people he considered friends. So he has trust issues. He hasnt spoken since that day, preferring instead to convey his thoughts with actions and looks. Since his parents were killed by combat magic, and his parents own nature magic failed to protect them, he threw himself into mastering combat magic, as well as ranged combat, making him the near perfect blood assasin. Though he seems cold and distant, the true nature of the elves is in him, and in moments of quiet, he allows it to come out. Oh, and he tries never to kill. It's his nature, after all...
Class: Blood Assassin
Appearance:

jake_holland · 11-01-2009, 08:07 PM

Can i be a Argonian from oblivion?

if so this is it
Name:fara dreet
Age:25(young)
Gender:male
Personalitie:quiet, smart, but ruthless i always go for the way that is most effeicient and benefits me,otherwise i am always charming and nice
Class:Fist of stone
Appearance:go to http://elderscrolls.neoseeker.com/w/...n_official.jpg except with a lot of metal amour and a sword on his back

If i can't then this

Name:dulas freg "jaugernaut"
Age:63
Gender:male
Race:Human
Personalitie:happy,cocky, kind of annoying sometimes but hard to resist due to his constant giddyness and excitement.People find it hard not to like him.
class:fighter/forger
Apearance: http://www.morrowind-oblivion.com/ob...daes_rakan.jpg instead of a hood i have a small face with blue eyes and the armour is a light gray

CrazyFreak · 11-02-2009, 12:47 AM

(( You cant be any other race than the ones i told you, so choice 2, lets begin. ))

The sun sets in the city of Aman'Lu, Fadren, son of Fathoren, looks off a small cliff, protruding from the edge of the city. Suddenly, Fadren hears a voice, but he cannot tell from where it is coming from. "Fadren...." Fadren gets up off of the large boulder he was standing on, looking around. "Who is there, show yourself." The voice makes a faint chuckle. "I have words of importance to you. You will be introduced with four heroes, a Dryad, a Half-Giant, a Human, and also another of your kind, an Elf." Fadren's face is filled with confusion, wondering why this person would randomly assemble people into Aranna. "Why is this to happen." The voice sighs, and speaks once more. "It is what fate wills it to be, my friend. I will tell them to meet you in the Aranu Inn, I do hope you know where that is." Fadren nods, and lets the voice continue. "Well, until next time, hero..." The voice fades away, and Fadren, yet again, seems confused as why the man said "Hero". Fadren then walks off into the Aranu Inn, and sits down in the far corner of the Inn.

The same voice starts to speak to each of the heroes, all at once. "Hello, heroes, I have called you to let you know that your world is in grave danger, you must all come together, and fight the evil that is among you. I want you all to meet an Elf named Fadren in the city of Aman'Lu, in the Aranu Inn, from there, i will tell you more...Farewell, heroes."

And so our story begins...

AmberWolfe · 11-02-2009, 01:25 AM

((Would have posted sooner but I was trying to find some stuff then I got busy then I got talking with someone on the forum about a pic...-.- >.> <.< >.> So yeah, Here it is.))

Name: Serenity Antrik
Age: 29
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Personality: She is a peppy and somewhat hyper elf. She is different from most because of how she acts toward other people. She hates to be tested and is full of riddles that she likes to use on people.
Class:Ranger
Appearance:

((Do you just want me to post or am I still allowed to join D=?))

CrazyFreak · 11-02-2009, 01:29 AM

(( Your still allowed, but we will have to find a way for you to find me, since you werent given the voice. ))

AmberWolfe · 11-02-2009, 01:40 AM

((I have a way....Hope you dont mindf I post it now.))

She walked through the door to the inn soon followed by another elf. "Damnit Ron GO AWAY!" She yelled back at the male. He seemed to be yelling back at her. "Aww comeon its not my fault! I just wanted something to eat!" He whimpered and attempted to hug her. She slapped him across the face and pushed him away. "You pig! I cant belive you right now! I just walked in on you and my sister any you expect me to act like nothing happened!?" She pushed him out of the door to the inn and quickly sat down at a table hearing the door open again. The male walked over to her, grabbed her by the arms, forced her up and pinned her to the wall. She squeaked and began struggling. "Help!" She had been yelling to noone in particular.

jake_holland · 11-02-2009, 02:45 AM

Dulas jerked up looking for whoever was talking then quikly pulled his hand away from the red hot sword slightly grunting in pain then yelled "Who there? Show yourself now." throwing water on the sword then holding it up in a defensive position, he waited when nothing alerted him he continued to forge his weapons and decided that if he was going to get any answers he was going to have to meet this elf called fadren deciding that he would go in the morning. Finishing his new sword and sheild he went to sleep wondering what would come from this elf fadren soon falling asleep having dreems of his mother and father.

10-31-2009, 09:37 PM	#1 (permalink)
CrazyFreak Sonic’s Milkshake Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: In Your Head Posts: 318 Reputation: 16	Dungeon Siege: The Third Age This is how our story began... A long time ago, on the continent of Aranna, the once-magnificent Empire of Stars had crumbled into oblivion... paralyzed by its own power-hungry Legions, and torn asunder by an ancient and merciless evil. But the 10th Legion, the dying Empire's most valiant soldiers, and most trusted, withdrew far to the west to a land called Ehb, seeking to preserve what their Empire had lost. Here, in the rugged mountains and rich valleys of their new home, they founded the Kingdom of Ehb, a Kingdom that has embraced peace and freedom for 300 years. But... there was a price. Few now remember the evil that opposed them. Fewer still recall the dark sorceries cast to save them. And none could foretell that one humble farmer would stand between a vengeance from the past and the survival of the Kingdom. Only three hundred years old, the Kingdom of Ehb is one of the youngest states bordering the Plain of Tears. First settled as a trading outpost on the fringes of the Empire of Stars, Ehb later achieved temporary status as a military protectorate and province when the Seck and 10th Legion migrated westward. After the catastrophic War of Legions led to the collapse of the Empire, the stunned province of Ehb was set on an irrevocable course toward independence and kingship. Protected by a ring of superb fortifications and heir to the 10th Legion-arguably one of the best trained armies in the world-the Kingdom of Ehb has, so far, been shielded from the raids and invasions that have devastated many of its neighboring states on the Plain. Within Ehb's borders, there is an astonishing diversity in geography and cultures. Most inhabitants worship Azunai, an ancient god of the pre-Imperial Agallan Peaks. Dwarves and men live together in harmony and bow to the same king. Sorcerers are also more accepted than in other countries, thanks in large part to the efforts of Merik, Grand Mage and Warden of Shadows of the 10th Legion. And in the heart of the kingdom, a strange and often contrary race called the Droog is allowed a degree of autonomy, despite its sometimes troublesome alliances. It is a country in search of an identity, caught between the glories of a fallen past and the potential for an even greater future. Despite several crises, Ehb has never fallen to an enemy. But at any time the course of events could turn down a bleaker path. A thousand years ago, the crusaders of Azunai crossed swords with the legions of Zaramoth in the final battle of a century-long rebellion. As the tyrannical god Zaramoth struck the final blow through Azunai's trembling shield, the earth shook. In that moment, the forces of magic were unchained, and both armies were consumed in a brilliant cataclysm that stretched for leagues across the Plain of Tears. Only a scarred wasteland remained as final testament to the First Age of Man. And for a millennium, magic has continued to spread to the farthest corners of the world, freely flowing to any who would command it. But the tide of magic has begun to wane, heeding instead the call of an ancient legacy. From the Plain of Tears a new heir beckons, and with each day his strength grows. Consuming those who submit, eradicating those who resist. With none to oppose his ascendance, the circle will be complete, and an ancient age will begin anew. It has been 10 years after the fall of Valdis. That fateful day, the Sword of Zaramoth and the Shield of Azunai clashed once more, shattering the cursed blade. It had been that single thing that had ended the First Age, many years ago. The Second Age drew to it's end, the stars shifted once more, signaling the Third Age. 10 years into the Third Age, the Sword threatened to be remade, by a dark force, unreconed with for ages. The Four Races are threatening to clash in war, and that will help bring forth the Great Cataclysm one more. A few brave souls will be challenged in these dark ages to come forth, and defeat the great evil afoot. They will go through hard challenges and decisions, there will be sorrow, pain, suffering. But at the end, they will find a truth that noone will forsee...even I cannot see what it may be. Hmm, strange...whatever it may be...I hope for the best, for us all. MAP: Character Application: Name: (First and Last, unless asked permission.) Age: (13-50, unless your a special character, if so, you must speak to me.)Race: (Human, Dryad, Elf, Half-Giant) Gender: (Male or Female, but Dryads can only be female.) Personality: Class: (Fighter, Ranger, Nature Mage, Combat Mage, Fist of Stone, Blood Assassin) Appearance: My Char App: Name: Fadren Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Elf Personality: Calm, Intelligent, Keen Eyed. Class: Fist of Stone Apperance: Class Descriptions: Fighter: Uses Melee weapons and attacks, great as a close up tanking machine. Ranger: Uses Bows, Crossbows, and Daggers. Great to deal extra damage while taking minimum damage of his own. Nature Mage: Uses the powers of nature to heal his allies, but the power can also be used to summon exotic creatures. Wields a staff. Combat Mage: Uses his perfection of the elements to show his wrath to his foes. Wields a staff. Fist of Stone: A combinations of a Fighter and Nature Mage, perfect for dealing great damage, while healing his friends. Blood Assassin: A combination of Ranger and Combat Mage, great for dealing that extra damage by showing his true powers of the elements. Race Descriptions: Human: The humans are your ordinary kind of guys (or gals). A flexible race, humans are a jack of all trades, able to hold their own in whatever class you assign them to. They are are an aggressive and sometimes warlike race, sticking together and building massive fortresses to defend themselves. And yet, many amazing items and locations would not have been discovered, were it not for the inventiveness and curiosity of humans. Dryad: Dryads, also known as tree-spirits, are green-skinned humanoids, associated with Hinduism and Greek mythology. Nobody knows exactly where the dryads originated from and there have been no sightings of them before the battle of Zaramoth and Azunar (and there have been no sighting of a male dryad up to this day). Legend tells that Dryads are from their birth bonded to a tree and while they are said to be long-lived, should the tree they are bonded to die so will they. Because of that, if you want to stay on their good side, don't harm any trees! Even more so than humans, dryads have a tight-knit community and don't stray far from each other. Some compare their society to packs of wolves, quarrels are common but short-lived, and a dryad's main fighting style is to rely on her instinct. Using their close bond to nature, dryads are naturals at nature magic. They also make fine archers, as many dryads use nothing but bows to protect their homes. Elf: Like the Dryads, Elves share a mythological background, albeit from northern Europe The elves more than any other is a magical race, with many if not all elves having a basic grasp of combat magic. An elf's biggest incentive is to learn new things, and many great breakthroughs in the magic community can be attributed to these pointy-eared creatures. Though a compassionate race, elves generally try to stick with other elves but will never hesitate to help another living being in need. Half-Giant: Half-giants should probably be seen as humans with some blood from and relation to Giants. Natural powerhouses, many stories are told of half-giants fighting insurmountable odds, taking damage that would have long killed any other creature. While not quite as long lived as the elves, half-giants can live to hundreds of years. This feat is by part likely accomplished by a half-giants tender nature. Half-giants stay to themselves, trying to stay out of trouble, but when sufficiently angered, an half-giant is a formidable foe. 5 People and we may begin. Last edited by CrazyFreak; 11-01-2009 at 12:08 AM.

11-01-2009, 06:58 AM	#2 (permalink)
conmon A Shrubbery Join Date: May 2008 Posts: 822 Reputation: 14	Character Application: Name: Melain Vernsei Age:23 Race: Dryad Gender: Female Personality: Treehugging, Anti-Socialist, Silent, Gruesome. Class:Blood Assassin Appearance: She doesn't stand tall more near a kids size. Despite her short size she stands thing and proud wielding a staff and a dagger in both hands. A dagger sheath stands at her leg with a string around her chest would hold the staff. She became a Blood Assassin due to her tree's corrupted like nature. She would have happily joined the evil side, had she known there was one. Hearing that there was a group forming she quickly joined. Height: 4'5 Weight: 98.2 Ibs. Clothing: Leaves as her clothing, and her leaf hair acts as a hood. Weaponry: A staff made from Dark-wood Pine and a large crystal stone. And a dagger made from fine steel. __________________ Switched over to Rap, Good rap, Like Immortal Technique Read it and weep

11-01-2009, 12:59 PM	#4 (permalink)
come4 Super Duper Uber Mega Ultra Extreme Join Date: Jun 2006 Location: Sunny, Sunny Singapore! Posts: 894 Reputation: 20	Character Application: Name: Mal'Ak Alak'hai Age: 33 Race: Elf Gender: Male Personality:Silent, Serious, Purposeful, Compassionate Bio (I added this, cos i think it explains what i have in mind for my character more clearly): , His parents died at a young age, brutally murdered infront of him, by people he considered friends. So he has trust issues. He hasnt spoken since that day, preferring instead to convey his thoughts with actions and looks. Since his parents were killed by combat magic, and his parents own nature magic failed to protect them, he threw himself into mastering combat magic, as well as ranged combat, making him the near perfect blood assasin. Though he seems cold and distant, the true nature of the elves is in him, and in moments of quiet, he allows it to come out. Oh, and he tries never to kill. It's his nature, after all... Class: Blood Assassin Appearance: __________________ check out my flikr follow me on twitter

11-02-2009, 12:47 AM	#6 (permalink)
CrazyFreak Sonic’s Milkshake Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: In Your Head Posts: 318 Reputation: 16	Fadren (( You cant be any other race than the ones i told you, so choice 2, lets begin. )) The sun sets in the city of Aman'Lu, Fadren, son of Fathoren, looks off a small cliff, protruding from the edge of the city. Suddenly, Fadren hears a voice, but he cannot tell from where it is coming from. "Fadren...." Fadren gets up off of the large boulder he was standing on, looking around. "Who is there, show yourself." The voice makes a faint chuckle. "I have words of importance to you. You will be introduced with four heroes, a Dryad, a Half-Giant, a Human, and also another of your kind, an Elf." Fadren's face is filled with confusion, wondering why this person would randomly assemble people into Aranna. "Why is this to happen." The voice sighs, and speaks once more. "It is what fate wills it to be, my friend. I will tell them to meet you in the Aranu Inn, I do hope you know where that is." Fadren nods, and lets the voice continue. "Well, until next time, hero..." The voice fades away, and Fadren, yet again, seems confused as why the man said "Hero". Fadren then walks off into the Aranu Inn, and sits down in the far corner of the Inn. The same voice starts to speak to each of the heroes, all at once. "Hello, heroes, I have called you to let you know that your world is in grave danger, you must all come together, and fight the evil that is among you. I want you all to meet an Elf named Fadren in the city of Aman'Lu, in the Aranu Inn, from there, i will tell you more...Farewell, heroes." And so our story begins... Last edited by CrazyFreak; 11-02-2009 at 12:51 AM.

11-02-2009, 01:25 AM	#7 (permalink)
AmberWolfe Bladin's Sword Sharpener Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 1,107 Reputation: 12	((Would have posted sooner but I was trying to find some stuff then I got busy then I got talking with someone on the forum about a pic...-.- >.> <.< >.> So yeah, Here it is.)) Name: Serenity Antrik Age: 29 Race: Elf Gender: Female Personality: She is a peppy and somewhat hyper elf. She is different from most because of how she acts toward other people. She hates to be tested and is full of riddles that she likes to use on people. Class:Ranger Appearance: ((Do you just want me to post or am I still allowed to join D=?)) __________________ 92% of teenagers have switched over to rap, if you are one of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy this into your signature. "Dance with who brung you" ~ My grandfather. Other than that I have no idea where the quote came from =o But I will personally buy one person a game if they can figure out what it means ;P Thier choice. Last edited by AmberWolfe; 11-02-2009 at 01:28 AM. Reason: -=Doublepost=-

11-01-2009, 08:07 PM	#5 (permalink)
jake_holland Cingal's Collar Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: Where you live. Posts: 1,584 Reputation: 21	Can i be a Argonian from oblivion? if so this is it Name:fara dreet Age:25(young) Gender:male Personalitie:quiet, smart, but ruthless i always go for the way that is most effeicient and benefits me,otherwise i am always charming and nice Class:Fist of stone Appearance:go to http://elderscrolls.neoseeker.com/w/...n_official.jpg except with a lot of metal amour and a sword on his back If i can't then this Name:dulas freg "jaugernaut" Age:63 Gender:male Race:Human Personalitie:happy,cocky, kind of annoying sometimes but hard to resist due to his constant giddyness and excitement.People find it hard not to like him. class:fighter/forger Apearance: http://www.morrowind-oblivion.com/ob...daes_rakan.jpg instead of a hood i have a small face with blue eyes and the armour is a light gray

11-02-2009, 01:29 AM	#8 (permalink)
CrazyFreak Sonic’s Milkshake Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: In Your Head Posts: 318 Reputation: 16	(( Your still allowed, but we will have to find a way for you to find me, since you werent given the voice. ))

11-02-2009, 01:40 AM	#9 (permalink)
AmberWolfe Bladin's Sword Sharpener Join Date: Aug 2009 Posts: 1,107 Reputation: 12	((I have a way....Hope you dont mindf I post it now.)) She walked through the door to the inn soon followed by another elf. "Damnit Ron GO AWAY!" She yelled back at the male. He seemed to be yelling back at her. "Aww comeon its not my fault! I just wanted something to eat!" He whimpered and attempted to hug her. She slapped him across the face and pushed him away. "You pig! I cant belive you right now! I just walked in on you and my sister any you expect me to act like nothing happened!?" She pushed him out of the door to the inn and quickly sat down at a table hearing the door open again. The male walked over to her, grabbed her by the arms, forced her up and pinned her to the wall. She squeaked and began struggling. "Help!" She had been yelling to noone in particular. __________________ 92% of teenagers have switched over to rap, if you are one of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy this into your signature. "Dance with who brung you" ~ My grandfather. Other than that I have no idea where the quote came from =o But I will personally buy one person a game if they can figure out what it means ;P Thier choice.

11-02-2009, 02:45 AM	#10 (permalink)
jake_holland Cingal's Collar Join Date: Oct 2009 Location: Where you live. Posts: 1,584 Reputation: 21	Dulas jerked up looking for whoever was talking then quikly pulled his hand away from the red hot sword slightly grunting in pain then yelled "Who there? Show yourself now." throwing water on the sword then holding it up in a defensive position, he waited when nothing alerted him he continued to forge his weapons and decided that if he was going to get any answers he was going to have to meet this elf called fadren deciding that he would go in the morning. Finishing his new sword and sheild he went to sleep wondering what would come from this elf fadren soon falling asleep having dreems of his mother and father. Last edited by jake_holland; 11-02-2009 at 03:08 AM.

Thread Tools
Show Printable Version Email this Page
Display Modes
Linear Mode Switch to Hybrid Mode Switch to Threaded Mode