(new players welcome to join) The Lies of Sayark's Past •~○~●~○~• Fantasy RP

[ChicknsRock]

( Thank you! )

Stacie walked out of her small-but-cozy forest cabin. She leaned against the porch rail, looking out into the woods. She sighed. Stacie had been making it so far by herself, but now—she wanted a friend. Loneliness was taking over her life. But what could she do about it? I can tell you one thing for sure, I'm not going back to my father. She thought. The young teenager walked off of the porch and into her little stable, where her horse, a milking cow, and some chickens were at. Stacie went over to her horse who was standing in his stall, nibbling hay off of the floor. She pat his muzzle when he lifted his head. "You're lonely too, aren't you?" she muttered to him. "Probably not. You have Bessy, and the roosters and hens to keep you company." she said, walking over to where his side-saddle and bridle were hanging. She picked his saddle up, walked into his stall, threw it over his back and girthed him up. Then she put his bridle on, led him out of the barn and mounted the dapple-grey stallion. They rode down the little path that led to her cabin.

 

[Dragapacacorn]

Name: Stacie Kotters
Age: 19
Gender: female
Race: Men - Women
Land: Glaydess (is that ok?)
Hometown: Sayark
History: Stacie Kotters was born nineteen years ago in her hometown of Sayark. She didn't have a very big family; her mother died giving birth and she was left with one older sister and her father. Her father blamed his wife's death on Stacie and was cruel to her. Stacie ran away from home when she was fifteen, and she ended up in Glaydess where she now lives by herself. 
Personality: To Be Revealed
Love Interest: None. She's never known what love is.
Appearance: medium-length brown hair, blue eyes, tall, slim, light skin tone.
Username: ChicknsRock

IM STEALING YOUR PICTURE FOR YOUR CHAR THANKS BYE *zooms off*

 

[Dragapacacorn]

He ducked his head, the velvet cap slipping off of his greasy locks. "Of course, of course, follow me." He turned and darted between the trees, forgetting all about his hat. He raced for a moment, brought back to a time when he and his sister Rose had been close. How often they had run through the woods, playing one game or another. Things had been so carefree then, life had been only the moment. But things were different now, they had been ever since he had met that traveling merchant. He had shown a young Luke the secrets of the world, how gold could free him from anything, could grant him his every wish. Ever since that day he had been chasing gold, even his infatuation with the Jinn could not sway him completely. He bit his lip and ducked beneath a low hanging branch, his pursuit had nearly emptied the small pond of its jewels. He would have to leave them be for a time, let them replenish. He hoped that there were still enough to please T'lan. He dare not think of what she might do should they find the pond empty, not after he had risen her hopes. He swallowed, remember the few stories that he had heard of Jinn's and their unexpected and sudden wrath. He swept aside a clump of ferns as tall as he was, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw glimmering images beneath the water of the pond. He allowed himself a genuine smile, enjoying the sound of the little waterfall that trickled into the pond from Glassdon. He gestured with a flourish to the small paradise, grinning from ear to ear.

T'lan darted after him in her fire snake form. When she went back into her normal form and so the fish, her eyes widened. She knelt down by the pond watching. What caught her eyes the most was how there were ALL different colors. There were dark blues, and bright reds, violets, oranges and greens.

 

[Dragapacacorn]

Name: Magie Frua, Goes by Frua. (Pronounced fr-ou)
Race: Mongrel (elf-dragon)
Gender: Female
Age: 65 (appears in twenties)
Hometown: Purlay
Love interest: Unknown
Personality: cold, defensive, rids of all threats before they become enemies, often making more enemies. If by some miracle you break her protective shell, she's sad scared and hurt.
History: No one could guess how an Elf and Dragon, two enemies, fell in love. Maybe it was a hate relationship... (kismesis, google it. ♤♤♤). For a long time, her Dragon side was kept a secret, but eventually the other Elves found out. They tried to kill her but Her mother (Elf) got her out of the city, and died doing it. Frua barely escaped with her life. She spent most of her years learning magic, and rumors say that there is nothing she can't do. Of course, those are rumors.
Appearance: VVVVVVVV
Image: VVVVVVVV
Username: Dragapacacorn

 

[Ariel91]

Nal'T stopped, pressing his body tight against the stone wall. A trail of dead Elves lay behind the two of them, both guards and knights. None that had seen them still drew breath. He was awed by the Wildling's skills, she was a warrior on part with himself. He looked at her now, her thin white slip of a dress splashed with crimson. "We need to find a change of clothing, we have to get out of this place." She nodded, opening a door and gesturing inside. "Be my guest." He ducked inside and she silently shut the door behind them. They were in a guest room, a giant wardrobe across from them. He threw open the doors and tossed a golden ball gown to Ellayn, throwing off his bloody clothing and doing a fine set of clothing. The coat was white tried in red, gold embroidery running down the brocade sleeves. A matching cloak went over his shoulders. He looked at Ellayne, concentrating on an image in his mind. With great difficulty his skin began to change, taking on the milky white hue of an Elf noble. She blinked at him and shook her head, accepting his shifting rather more smoothly than he would have thought. She slipped on a wrap that encircled her neck and head, the green silk embroidered with colorful little blossoms. She smiled and opened a chest next to the wardrobe, pulling out two decorative shortswords. She buckled one onto each hip, tossing the matching long sword to Nal'T. He caught it and fastened it onto his back. "Thank you. Are you ready to be free of this place?" She smiled, lifting the wrap so that it covered all but her eyes. "Beyond ready, my friend." They left the chamber as though they owned it, sauntering through the halls until they came upon the large door that lead into the stables. Nal'T chose the finest horse, swinging up into the stallions saddle and pulling Ellayne up behind him. He smirked, relishing the fact that he had yet again outwitted an opponent. He urged the horse forward, speeding away into the early dawn, the Wildling clinging to him and laughing like a madwoman.

( Thank you! )

Stacie walked out of her small-but-cozy forest cabin. She leaned against the porch rail, looking out into the woods. She sighed. Stacie had been making it so far by herself, but now—she wanted a friend. Loneliness was taking over her life. But what could she do about it? I can tell you one thing for sure, I'm not going back to my father. She thought. The young teenager walked off of the porch and into her little stable, where her horse, a milking cow, and some chickens were at. Stacie went over to her horse who was standing in his stall, nibbling hay off of the floor. She pat his muzzle when he lifted his head. "You're lonely too, aren't you?" she muttered to him. "Probably not. You have Bessy, and the roosters and hens to keep you company." she said, walking over to where his side-saddle and bridle were hanging. She picked his saddle up, walked into his stall, threw it over his back and girthed him up. Then she put his bridle on, led him out of the barn and mounted the dapple-grey stallion. They rode down the little path that led to her cabin.

Ellayn clutched her head between her hands, the memories tearing through her mind. They were foggy and far, she could not truly make them out. Then like a flash one of those memories rose in her mind, clear as crystal and devoid of pain. It was the D'Jinn, the same one that she road behind now. He was smiling at her, saying so.ethinf she could not understans, another language perhaps? She could not tell. But one thing was certain, there was love in his eyes, and the memory evoked love in her as well. She opened her eyes, staring up at his narrow back, clothed in the fine cloak that they had stolen. Who was he to her? She bit her lip, her voice a little more timid than she would have liked, she hated weakness and timidity was a large weakness in her book. "Do we.... k ow each other?" He twisted so as to look at her over his shoulder, his face no longer the Elvish mask. She did not know how he had changed his skin before and he had not truly told her when she had asked, all he had said was that it wouldn't last long. His eyes softened and he frowned, his watery brows bunching together. "I'm sorry, if I did know you I would not be able to recall, my curse you see... But if it helps, you... feel familiar to me. And I do not have this feeling often." She looked up at him, searching for that feeling in his eyes and she found it. A soft glow, a familiar glow. Another memory struck her and she gasped. She was in his arms, spinning, an elegant gown wrapped around her body, he is a green suit that matched her eyea. Twirling and twisting, tightly pressed together as they crossed a great marble dloor. "I know you...." She murmured too softly for him to hear, silently adding 'it seems that I know you quite well.' She trembled at the goose flesh rising on her arms, the memory had been strong. Sound, scent, feeling, she had not had such a vivid flash before. She buried her face in his cloak, the scent of him cool and comforting. "We need to find somewhere to rest, I see a cabin up ahead. Does that sound alright with you, Ellayn?" His voice was steady, apparently he felt no such surges of recollection. She offered a weak "Yes." Hating herself for the sou d of it. But she had gotten back a piece of her past, a very important one nd she was determined to cling to it. Nal'T slipped off of the horse, grasping her about the waist and lifting her down as well. He tied the horse to a branch within a well sheltered cospe, silently walking up to the cabin door. He knocked and when no one answered he opened his water flask. Ellayn watched in amazement as a tendril of water rose from it, going into the lock and swishing around until she heard a faint click. The water returned to the flask and Nal'T secured the cap back onto it. He took her hand, slipping inside the cozy little woodlands cabin.

 

[Ariel91]

IM STEALING YOUR PICTURE FOR YOUR CHAR THANKS BYE *zooms off*

((Is that... Sonic? ))

 

[Ariel91]

T'lan darted after him in her fire snake form. When she went back into her normal form and so the fish, her eyes widened. She knelt down by the pond watching. What caught her eyes the most was how there were ALL different colors. There were dark blues, and bright reds, violets, oranges and greens.

Lucas smiled, glad that his greed had not gotten the better of him. He sat down upon a large rock at the edge of the pond, stripping off his boots and letting his feet dangle in the water. He loved the calm of this place, the beauty of it. It amazed him that such a fine jewel could be hidden within the wood. Seemingly untouched by any creature save the jewel like fish. He closed his eyes, laying back on the stone and letting himself slip I to a dream.

 

[Ariel91]

((Two new towns were suggested by Dragapacacorn and have been accepted. I'll add them to the Character page when I get back to a real computer. Also sheorhe (Sorry, I can't remember if you said you were a guy or gal in rl ) suggested making PCS as well. If anyone else has some PCS in mind just fill out a form like you would for any character, just write PC where the username goes. I'll then accept or decline (yeah right, hehee, when have I declined a character) and add to the character page. Also if you want to add taverns, merchant etc, feel free. Just send a name in a separate entry and I'll add to the list, pics of places are welcome but you don't have to include them.

Willkommen- A Boyant and joyful town near Perara. It's culture is quite similar to Germany's. There's a popular Tavern/Inn there called "Boris's Hold", a merchant called "The King's Purse" and a Forge simply called "The Forge".

Berg- Berg is a large town in the mountains that harbors a population that largely consists of Dwarves. They believe in Norse mythology, and to be honest, many creatures from their stories surround their town.))

 

[Ariel91]

Name: Magie Frua, Goes by Frua. (Pronounced fr-ou)
Race: Mongrel (elf-dragon)
Gender: Female
Age: 65 (appears in twenties)
Hometown: Purlay
Love interest: Unknown
Personality: cold, defensive, rids of all threats before they become enemies, often making more enemies. If by some miracle you break her protective shell, she's sad scared and hurt.
History: No one could guess how an Elf and Dragon, two enemies, fell in love. Maybe it was a hate relationship... (kismesis, google it. ♤♤♤). For a long time, her Dragon side was kept a secret, but eventually the other Elves found out. They tried to kill her but Her mother (Elf) got her out of the city, and died doing it. Frua barely escaped with her life. She spent most of her years learning magic, and rumors say that there is nothing she can't do. Of course, those are rumors.
Appearance: VVVVVVVV
Image: VVVVVVVV
Username: Dragapacacorn

((Accepted, she sounds frightening. Does she have a tail in dragon form and does it carry over to her Biped form?))

 

[Dragapacacorn]

((Accepted, she sounds frightening. Does she have a tail in dragon form and does it carry over to her Biped form?))

Well in dragon form, her main body thins out into a tail, but she doesn't not have one in her person form.