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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 4/28/06 11:59pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	IC: Mezzanie Ti Location: Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Mezzanie gritted her teeth as she got jostled a bit more by the crowd. "Hey!" she said as two temple priestesses bumped into her. Their thin bodies were tossed more than most by the wild crowd. Insignificant waifs, they should watch where they were going. Why they were all here was entirely beyond her. She could see Lissel just beyond the wall of women that had gotten in her way. Bah! The Hall was plenty big when the Mother Superior did mass in it every weekend! It just seemed everyone wanted to be at the same place at the same time. The priestess smiled at a mischevious thought. She wished she could just levitate the group up and out of the way. And she really could too. It would just take a flick of the staff..... Ah, but it was a serious offense to use magic on fellow priestesses of the order... even in jest. A priestess never defiles another priestess by acting against her. Mezzanie took a deep breath and asked the Goddess for patience. She would make it through this, divinely willing. Suddenly, she heard her name called out by a man's voice. And then another! Whaaat was going on here? How did these people know her name? She didn't know any members of the Manrenthian Guard. Or at least, Mezzanie didn't think so. And she got more than a little nervous when she saw the two stern men in armor march towards her, very much so bent on interdicting her. Mezzanie stood, defiant in her nightdress, raising her staff defensively. She realized she probably looked pretty ridiculous, but she tried not to let it get to her. She flared a bit of holy magic around the staff tip, making it sparkle in a white aura. The women around her backed off and away quite quickly then, as any sort of magic, especially in close quarters can be quite dangerous. The fiesty priestess looked out at her very potential foes. She had taken muscle-heads like them before. But she really hoped she wouldn't have to. She was determined to do what she needed to. "I'm Mezzanie" she said gruffly, flaring her staff for effect. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" TAG: LSA -----signature----- Guildmaster of the GDG Now looking for a new RPF Adoptee NaboosPrincess The Jedi Way is something found within, not in the dead walls of any Order
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Handmaiden_Yane Title: Manager Emeritus Top Games Character Host Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 5/20/06 10:47pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	Mod tested, GM Approved. Name: Elisabeth (Lisbeth) Carter Species (Lifeform): Human Gender: Female Age: 17 Faction (Allegiance): Humanfolk Home: Manrenthain Place of Birth: Manrenthain -----signature----- Official Games Forum Index Chick She was tiny. About as tiny as a stick of dynamite. Currently gaming: The Force Unleashed, Soul Calibur IV, & Mass Effect "Now I'm like this big nerd, and everyone's like, yeah, applaud the nerd." -Natalie Portman
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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 6/10/06 7:29pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	Thok (Saber_Leader, Darth_Vaders_cousin) Night (Midnight) Golden Sun, Quandanlore, Callanthorith As he fell over into Cayrn's arms, Jaminon began to mumble about coins. There was no way he would be able to make it home safe, thus there was no other choice. Putting his arm around Jaminon's back, Cayrn braced the old man and stood up, bearing most of the weight on himself. "Come now Jaminon, it's time to get you home and to bed." Taking one step at a time, Cayrn was now the human crutch for the weathly merchant, making sure that he was able to make it home safe and in once piece without being robbed, mugged, killed, or falling asleep in a gutter. It was an effort, but not a wasted one. They reached the merchant's home after midnight. Jaminon fumbled with his keys and required some assistance from his companion. And, then they were inside. Cayrn helped Jaminon into the house and left the man to sleep and recover. There was a partially concealed, heavy chest at the man's beside. Cayrn noticed it, and could only imagine that the keys to the same chest were on the very set the merchant used to get into his home. As successful as Jaminon was it was likely the chest housed considerable wealth or valuable possessions. hitokiri-black, PulsarSkate Nightfall (Approaching Midnight) I've adopted Kitlin for the time being. Hopefully PulsarSkate will return to us. Barracks, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Kitlin was quite unsure of what to make of it all. The letter obviously seemed important to someone. "I don't know," Kit said slowly. "That name--Regneroth--it sounds ..." Her words trailed off and her gaze grew distant. "Where have I heard it before?" she wondered aloud. She frowned then and looked up at Jacelyn. "What was Liylnia doing with it?" she asked. Curious, she wondered who might be meeting at Wesrah'das Abbey and what their intentions might be. Perhaps it was something worth investigating. But, if they were to be sent away as Liylnia feared there was no hope they would uncover the significance of the letter. Imperial_Hammer Twilight (Before Dawn) Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Mezzanie stood, defiant in her nightdress, raising her staff defensively. She realised she probably looked pretty ridiculous, but she tried not to let it get to her. She flared a bit of holy magic around the staff tip, making it sparkle in a white aura. The women around her backed off and away quite quickly then, as any sort of magic, especially in close quarters can be quite dangerous. The fiesty priestess looked out at her very potential foes. She had taken muscle-heads like them before. But she really hoped she wouldn't have to. She was determined to do what she needed to. "I'm Mezzanie," she said gruffly, flaring her staff for effect. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" One of the men slowed, hesitating at the sight of the magical staff. The other, older, and more intimidating in his manner, continued to approach. He stopped a mere metre from the tip of Mezzanie's staff, and said, "Madam, come with us." His expression and tone were firm, though no obvious intention to cause the woman harm seemed evident. He waved his hand to indicate an adjacent corridor, one that was cleared while the priestesses were being gathered in the assembly hall. And, he waited for Mezzanie to cooperate. Handmaiden_Yane (Dark-Enigma, Livi-Wan, Penguinator-176, exodus411) Night (Midnight) Western Outskirts, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith It was getting very late and Elisabeth almost never worked this late outside of a special occassion. What had begun as a busy day at work snowballed into a day of mayhem. Patrons at the inn came in groups and clusters, sometimes a dozen at a time. Those that could not be found accomodation were made room for in nearby establishments. Elisabeth found herself not only greeting new faces, as well as familiar ones, but pouring them drinks, and serving them meals, too. By the time her work was done, it was midnight. She wanted almost nothing more than to sleep right there in the inn, but she knew there was no space. So it was that Elisabeth made her way home. She headed out from the inn and cast a glance at the bridge toward the western edge of the town, just down the street. Elisabeth would often look down the street, or toward the stars. When she looked, however, she noticed that the bridge was the centrepoint for some form of gathering that very night. She could only make out vague shadows on the bridge, and pale figures on its far side. There was no mistaking the sight of a Knight nearest to the city proper, not even this late at night. -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 6/13/06 12:34am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	IC: Mezzanie Ti Location: Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Mezzanie narrowed her eyes at the elder, more experienced looking guard. The man was obviously not threatened by her staff.... which was not good for her. She really wasn't that intimidating physically, which didn't bode well against the rough and tumble guards. The man came right up to her staff, glaring it down. "Madam, come with us." the guard said in a very stern voice. He certainly didn't seem like he was fooling around. Mezzanie sighed on the inside. Her bluff was called and she really couldn't do anything about it. The guard waved his hand to indicate an adjacent corridor, one that was cleared while the priestesses were being gathered in the assembly hall. The priestess lowered her staff and slammed the bottom of it forcefully on the ground out of frustration. She hated being in this position, bossed around by these outsiders. "Alright, alright." she said, holding her hands up in frustration. "Lets just get this over with." The woman walked over the corridor in a huff and waited to be lead wherever she needed to be. TAG: GM -----signature----- Guildmaster of the GDG Now looking for a new RPF Adoptee NaboosPrincess The Jedi Way is something found within, not in the dead walls of any Order
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Thok Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 6/16/06 3:51pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	Cayrn Stormbringer Jaminon's House - Quandanlore, Callanthorith Cayrn's eyes wandered downwards to the chest on the floor. For a brief moment, his thoughts wandered, giving rise to the temptation of taking the old merchant's money. Yet after only a brief moment, he shook off those thoughts knowning that they were not choices he would make. Pulling the covers over the man's chest, Cayrn stepped back from the man's bed. "Do you need anything else sir before i retire for the night?" Tag: LSA OOC: Almost two months!!! -----signature----- Thok™ Not a bunch of dirty Americans and STILL proud of it! VicFF! "Bring me my red shirt so that my men won't see me bleed." "Sir, i count now 5 enemy ships" "Then bring me my brown pants as well!"
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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 6/17/06 5:37pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All) - Date Edited: 6/17/06 5:42pm (1 edits total) Edited By: LightSide_Apprentice
	Imperial_Hammer Twilight (Before Dawn) Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith The priestess lowered her staff and slammed the bottom of it forcefully on the ground out of frustration. She hated being in this position, bossed around by these outsiders. "Alright, alright," she said, holding her hands up in frustration. "Let's just get this over with." The woman walked through the corridor in a huff and waited to be led wherever she needed to be. "Where were you the evening and night just passed?" the older Knight asked, as he joined Mezzanie within the adjacent corridor. "What were you doing within the Abbey between your return from afar, until that time before you slept?" Each of the Knight's questions were well placed, and defined as a product from the interviews he had conducted with other priestesses. His time had certainly not been spent idle. Thok Night (Midnight) Golden Sun, Quandanlore, Callanthorith It was an effort, but not a wasted one. They reached the merchant's home after midnight. Jaminon fumbled with his keys and required some assistance from his companion. And, then they were inside. Cayrn helped Jaminon into the house and left the man to sleep and recover. There was a partially concealed, heavy chest at the man's beside. Cayrn noticed it, and could only imagine that the keys to the same chest were on the very set the merchant used to get into his home. As successful as Jaminon was it was likely the chest housed considerable wealth or valuable possessions. Cayrn's eyes wandered downwards to the chest on the floor. For a brief moment, his thoughts wandered, too, giving rise to the temptation of taking the old merchant's money. Yet after only a brief moment, he shook off those thoughts knowning that they were not choices he would make. Pulling the covers over the man's chest, Cayrn stepped back from the man's bed. "Do you need anything else sir before I retire for the night?" Cayrn received a long, drawn out snore in response, followed by some mumbling, and another series of snores. It was after midnight and Jaminon was well into his slumber. Given the hour it seemed only sensible that Cayrn seek some sleep, too. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring. Thok, I was hoping that even if someone noticed they wouldn't say anything I know it's no excuse, but I had hoped some of the other members of our little community would join in. It's fairly clear that they may not, however, which is why we're proceeding without them. And, of course, I have been otherwise occupied with various little and not so little projects of my own. But, as they say, the show must go on -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 7/2/06 12:17am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	IC: Mezzanie Ti Location: Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Mezzanie walked along very unhappily. Who did these men think they were, treating her like this? She would definitely lodge a compaint about their disrespect the first moment that she could. "Where were you the evening and night just passed?" the older Knight asked, as he joined Mezzanie within the adjacent corridor. "What were you doing within the Abbey between your return from afar, until that time before you slept?" Mezzanie shot the man an incredulous look. Were they suspecting her of doing something to Mother Superior? While she might not have cared for the older woman, she certainly wouldn't have done anything to harm her. "The last two nights?" she asked, "Last night I was busy doing dishes here at the Abbey. And the night before last I was in travel between Manrenthain and Quandanlore. Why do you wish to know?" The woman furrowed her thin brows. This was all very strange... TAG: GM -----signature----- Guildmaster of the GDG Now looking for a new RPF Adoptee NaboosPrincess The Jedi Way is something found within, not in the dead walls of any Order
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/4/06 3:14am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	GM Approved Name: Merek Therosis (Picture) Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 34 Faction: N/A (Assassin) Home: Manrenthain Place of Birth: Manrenthain -----signature----- I shook Chuck Norris' hand.
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JediMasterBranondias Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 7/9/06 1:31pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	GM Approved Character Sheet: Name: Crispin Devaroe Species (Lifeform): Half-Human/Half-Aquatic [operates normally above ground, but is most comfortable in the water] Gender: male Age: 24 Faction (Allegiance): Neutral Home: Q-47 Place of Birth: Y-48 -----signature----- What you are is a question only you can answer - Lois McMaster Bujold The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing. - Walt Whitman
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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 7/14/06 6:52pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	Imperial_Hammer Twilight (Before Dawn) Assembly Hall, Wesrah'das Abbey, City of Men, Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith A glance passed between the younger and the older Knight. The younger took an interest in Mezzanie's words and sought clarification. "It concerns the Mother Superior. When did you last see her?" he asked, hoping that Mezzanie would respond now that she had been given some small knowledge of what this was all about. Unspeaking, yet equally interested in what the priestess had to say and offer, the older Knight simply watched and listened. He thought better of interrupting. Really, there was no need to chastise a man showing initiative, he decided. It was with a slight nod to himself and an intent gaze that he simply stood still and absorbed what was said, just as he did what remained unsaid. Reynar_Tedros Twilight (Before Dawn) City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Faint light crept into the sky from the woods at his back. Merek felt no warmth upon him, however. Sunrise had yet to come and he had no occassion to wait for it. Business as usual kept him occupied. There was little incentive or reason to remain too close to those woods so he crept through the streets, which led into the City of Men. Word of a new business opportunity had brought him toward the dark heart of Manrenthain. It was a private contract. One Borelanor Cullrodan seemed to be looking for a man of Merek's specific expertise, someone capable and discreet. Details were scarce, but Merek knew enough to know that the price offered was high, just as the expected risk. A meeting was arranged for midday within a small shed adjacent to a stableyard in the city's south. Borelanor would be present to disclose the complete contract at which point Merek would be given an opportunity to accept, or decline. Either option could very well cost the assassin his life. It was his business, his reason for being. JediMasterBranondias Twilight (Before Dawn) Lakeland, Eastern Callanthorith Crispin Devaroe was something of a rarity in Callanthorith. Born off the region's eastern coast, and more comfortable in land than on water, he shared a trait few others could appreciate or ever know. The lakeland south of Manrenthain had been his home for some length of time; the place had become something of a refuge. Men within cities were far from self sufficient. Crispin was something else. Half human and half aquatic in nature, he was capable not only of surviving on a seafood diet, which he was equipped to provide himself, but also able to dwell upon the lands men walked freely. Without allegiance and without foes he was liberated to wander. There was no limit to where he could go, except through his own inner desire. Perhaps dawn was symbolic not only of a new day, but new travels and adventures, too. -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/15/06 1:18am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	IC: Merek Therosis City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Merek kept a steady pace as he walked through the City of Men, swift, but not rushed. Such smooth steps did he possess that it almost seemed as if the assassin was walking on water, a calm river in a period of peace. Of course, if you asked him, Merek wouldn't be able to tell you if he was walking on grass or stone. He wouldn't tell you anything for that matter. He'd look at you for a second, let you stare down the cold eyes of a killer, and then leave you as you were with fear plaguing your lost soul. And for that moment, those few seconds that you were looking into his eyes, you felt death. You felt the pain of all of his victims, his targets, and you felt his pain. Where that pain comes from, you wouldn't know if you were the smartest being alive. You wouldn't have the slightest clue as to why he did what he did, where he came from, who his family was. But then, at the same time, you would know him. You would know his strength, his power, his life, and you would fear it. The touch of his breath against your skin would send a shiver down your spine, a cold feeling that you'd never felt in your life, and never would feel again. And you would remember those few seconds for the rest of your life. They would haunt your nightmares, your thoughts, your very being. And you would respect Merek Therosis. The city was experiencing a period of peace and relaxation, just as the imaginary river that Merek walked on was. It was secluded at the time, and the roads were lit with scattered lamps and torches, illuminating the assassin's path. Yet, he still stuck to the shadows. Detection was prohibited by any assassin. And when you had a reputation like Merek, you tended to stick to that facet. Word of a new business opportunity had brought Merek toward the dark heart of Manrenthain. It was a private contract, and the details were scarce, but he knew enough to know that the price offered was high, just as the expected risk. Merek was no stranger to Manrenthain. He had been there before, years earlier, on an assignment. An assignment that had changed his life forever, and one that still defines his very being to this day. An assignment that made him the man he was now, and broke the man he was then. A meeting was arranged for midday within a small shed adjacent to a stableyard in the city's south. As the sun peeked its head over the horizon like a small child hiding from a frightening monster, Merek had a distinct feeling that this assignment would prove most intriguing. A challenge, perhaps? He could only wait and see... Tag: LS_A -----signature----- I shook Chuck Norris' hand.
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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 7/22/06 9:01pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All)
	Reynar_Tedros Sunrise (Dawn in Manrenthain) City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith What lamps and torches lit the night began to fade in their brilliance as twilight gave way to dawn and the bright yellow sun of the world cast its rays across the land. Safety and darkness offered anonymity to one such as Merek Therosis, a wandering assassin, but even in daylight he held no fear. Few beings in the city would dare to glance at him, and none but the Knights of Manrenthain held enough in the way of strength to offer him serious threat. Several hours had yet to pass before the sun reached zenith. Once it did Merek would be free from curious eyes should he seek the stableyard and secrecy. Until then, he needed a place to hide. Unless, of course, he cared not for the potential risks that came with wandering the streets in broad daylight, when whispers among the commoners blossomed and rumours among men spread like wildfire. -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/22/06 9:51pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All) - Date Edited: 7/22/06 9:57pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Reynar_Tedros
	IC: Merek Therosis City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith The darkness of the sky began to fade away, making way for the glowing sun to cast its brilliance upon the earth. It was the dawn of a new day for the rest of the world, but for Merek, it was a pause. A pause in his day, his life, a time in which he went into hiding until his secrecy could be ensured once more. Even though he couldn't live without it, the sun was the bane of his existence. And what a bane it was. You see, throughout his life an assassin tends to make a large amount of enemies. Some even become allied to one another in order to bring one down. Merek was no exception. In fact, he tended to make a bit more enemies than most assassins did, than most could for that matter. Some were angry at him for killing a friend, a loved one, a client, etc. Some were just jealous, envious of his abilities that they themselves did not possess and could not imitate. Either way, they were merely a spec of sand on an endless beach to Merek. Although Merek had his fair share of enemies, he was not without allies. Conveniently enough, one resided right here in the City of Men, just a few minutes from his current destination. This ally would provide adequate shelter for Merek until he could be on his way once more. Five minutes had passed, and Merek found himself at a small log cabin, a lone hut amongst a plain of green grass that a few horses regaled themselves with. He didn't bother to knock at the door, but instead climbed through a window as silent as the night. An elderly man, no younger than seventy, sat on a wooden chair in front of a small, rectangular table carving an apple with a dull, silver blade. Merek merely stood a yard behind him, his hands folded in front of him and his body inert. "I heard you when your boot first made contact with my yard," the man said without looking up from his apple. He had long, silvery hair that gleamed in the rising sun, and silver stubble on his face that made up a thin beard over his pale wrinkled skin. "I heard you when you first looked upon my humble cabin only a few minutes ago. Do I look that old?" No response, and without warning, the old man hurled his knife behind him towards Merek. He didn't need to look at where it was headed, for he already knew. Just as expected, the knife flew back at the table and stabbed into its wooden surface. Merek had caught the knife and threw it back as swiftly as an ocean wave. "People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live. We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born," said Merek as he sat on another wooden chair across from the man. The old man chuckled. "The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom. Tell me, Merek, what brings you here?" "Shelter. I've received another offer and I am to meet with a contact today." The old man sliced the apple in half after peeling off its maroon skin and handed one half to Merek. "Still up to your old ways. Hmph." "Hey, you're the one that taught me all of this," said Merek, taking a small bite on his apple. For the first time, the old man looked at Merek. "I showed you the door, Merek. You are the one who stepped through." The only response was a small chuckle from Merek as he took another bite of his apple, glaring at the man from behind the hood on his cloak. Tag: LSA -----signature----- I shook Chuck Norris' hand.
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LightSide_Apprentice Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: May '01	Date Posted: 8/4/06 5:11pm Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All) - Date Edited: 8/4/06 5:20pm (1 edits total) Edited By: LightSide_Apprentice
	Reynar_Tedros Sunrise (Dawn in Manrenthain) City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith Merek's passage into the City of Men was, for the most part at least, unnoticed. Those few men and women who gazed upon him or caught sight of the traveller paid him little attention, and even less of from their busy minds. They simply carried on with their business, whether work or rest. Time passed as the assassin took shelter and the streets soon filled with citizens and visitors alike. Locals set up shop and merchants conducted trade. Children played in the streets, and craftsmen set to their art. Merek saw little of interest in any of them, though he retained a memory for the locations of the blacksmith and pawn shop. Little else that he passed was of any potential value, so it was largely forgotten. He could hear some commotion outside the cabin; some merchants were squabbling nearby. Words of frustration were exchanged, there was mention of silver and horses, then relative quiet. Whatever passed between the traders was over and done with almost as quickly as it had begun. -----signature----- Can we not, for just one moment, appreciate the simplicity, and timelessness, of two souls in love?
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Reynar_Tedros Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 8/5/06 1:31am Subject: RE: The Ultimate Fantasy Community (A Flagship RPG - Open to All) - Date Edited: 8/5/06 1:34am (1 edits total) Edited By: Reynar_Tedros
	IC: Merek Therosis City of Men, Eastern Manrenthain, North Eastern Callanthorith The hours slowly ticked by in the City of Men as the old man stood idly by watching Merek practice with his sharpened blades in the den of his cabin. It was only logical, after all, for an assassin to brush up on his skills when awaiting a certain time of the day to arrive. Behind his white cloak, Merek possessed a total of six daggers that were safely strapped in separate holsters. He had acquired them as a gift from the old man years ago when he first began the career of an assassin. Aside from this, he had two large blades, one strapped on to each arm. These two blades, each approximately three feet in length, were custom built by Merek. The two blades were extendable, so that they could be hidden beneath the sleeves of Merek's cloak, only to be revealed when needed. When they weren't needed, they would retract back into small blades, invisible, once again, beneath the sleeves. When they were revealed, it appeared as if they were protruding from Merek's wrists, giving him a superhuman appearance, albeit he was nothing of the sort. These two blades happened to be Merek's focus in the training exercise he was undertaking. However, he stopped suddenly, and the old man became alert as well. In the distance, they could hear what seemed like a quarrel between merchants. Words of frustration were exchanged, there was mention of silver and horses, then relative quiet. Whatever passed between the traders was over and done with almost as quickly as it had begun. Too quickly. Merek surmised that the conflict wasn't settled in peace, and by the cocked eyebrow on the old man's visage, he judged the old man concurred. Merek then glared at the old man, as if to express a feeling in a non-verbal manner. The old man instantly understood. "I'll let you get back to your isolation," he said as he plopped down on his straw bed. "After all, it is time for my nap." Without any hint of understanding, Merek turned towards the door and slowly walked out. There was no need to stand on the tips of his toes or bend his knees like normal people would do when trying to transportate in silence. His movements were naturally inaudible. He peered around the doorway of the cabin, far enough to see what was going on and close enough to where he could remain undetected. Tag: LSA -----signature----- I shook Chuck Norris' hand.
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