Dragon Warrior

My favorite out of my three latest pieces of artwork. It started out as a clock, but then became a clock with bent up and weird looking hands. Then came the gargoyle at the top. Then I added the broken glass and so forth and finally came what seems to be an evil black mage holding it (Black Waltz from FF9, I presume). It was for art class and we had to draw perspective drawings. This is just that since the clock is slightly turned. C&C&C (Comments and Critism and Crap) :D

Another pic done for art class. Once again, it was a choice day so I got to draw whatever I pleased. This just sort of came to me. Some warrior dude kneeling in very shallow water holding a butterfly in semi-cupped hands. My mom couldn't tell, but he has a cloth over his mouth. I didn't draw his face weird XD C&C&C (Comments and Critism and Crap) :D

This was a drawing of choice for my art class. We're suppose to keep a drawing journel and draw certain things on certain days. This day was a special one to draw what you desire. I drew this creature I call the Komodo 'cause komodos are badass dragons :) He has a bow and arrow and a katana (i think that's what it is) on his back. His legs are fricked up, but that's because I blow at preportion. The drawing's meant to be slightly slanted. C&C&C (Comments and Critism and Crap) :D

Heh. Thanks you guys. I have no idea what I'm doing when I make these. I just go along with whatever comes to mind. That's why it's so random!

New animation! This one is horror/comedy and I'm not even sure where I was going with it XD Kind of short... [B]The Evil Caper Dude[/B]

But I meant to spell it like that. It's so random that it's grammatically incorrect :< Silly Sennen. You haven't foiled me yet! Just wait 'til my next animation where it's full of bad grammar >: o

Oh my! A threadness for my randomness of animationsness! You may view the cool, the serious, the action-packed, the confusing, the odd, the really odd, the odoress, the happy, the sad, the romantic, the whatever animations I make! Wee! To start it off, here's... [B]Toucheredness!!!!11[/B]

OOC: Heh... Fiona... er... ahem... *cough*cough* ---------- "Who might we be?" Sagelin repeated. "We'd be almost dead if it weren't for you." He rose a hand to her and she grasped it in a firm handshake. "Name's Sagelin. Sagelin Mysdor, messenger of the Ruingarth Messeng... oh... forget the long title." Trystae beamed and took her hand away. "I'm Trystae Valencia. And you are?" She peered at Lekitas who stood up after kneeling on the ground. She was fixing her bow's string. "Lekitas. Princess Lekitas." Sagelin dropped a jaw. "Princess?! Oh my..." Sagelin just stared which he didn't even notice was rude. Lekitas didn't mind. "Don't be so estatic about it. I'm like all of you. Royalty doesn't mean a thing." The two others nodded. "Very well," Trystae said, fiddling with her bow. "Where are you all off to?" "Actually, we just met... the Princess and I..." Sagelin began. "Ya see, I have this sta--" Sagelin stopped. He remembered what Bobathire had said about this being very important. Maybe he shouldn't tell just anyone about his quest. "I was looking for the next town. The princess here... I'm not sure why she's here." "I am gathering warriors," she answered for herself while giving Sagelin a look. "And don't call me Princess... please." Sagelin mumbled, but brought out a smile when Lekitas gave him a look again. "Well, I'm off to the next town as well. Maybe we can all go together. It's better in numbers." Sagelin and Lekitas agreed. Trystae led her horse and the other two through a new trail. Aldwyn joined in after scouting the area from an overhead view. He perched on Sagelin's shoulder. "Oh, who is that?" Trystae asked when she noticed Sagelin's little friend. "His name is Aldwyn. My falcon friend. He has silver wings!" "Oh, I see." She gave him and a smile and led the horse on. They walked on through the forest, hoping they were to near an exit soon. Only Trystae really knew the way from there on. But Sagelin had his mind on other matters. [i]Man, I'm so lucky. I'm travelling with TWO hot girls... not to mention a princess! Man, if my friends could see me now...[/i]

OOC: Nah. It wasn't a cue, but I'll work with it. Makes the plot move XD Silly willy Terra. ------------ Sagelin made a quick leap to the left once one of the orcs charged them. Lekitas also made a move, but to the right, leaving the attacking orc without target. He slammed into a tree, knocking himself unconscious. Sagelin grinned at the fallen monster, but quickly moved out of the way of a second one charging him. Lekitas did the same and the two orcs also knocked themselves unconscious. Two ran at Sagelin from both sides. Once again, he moved and they slammed into one another and knocked each other out. The two heroes looked around at their work, satisfied. "Well, that worked out well." "Yes," Lekitas agreed, tugging at agelin's hand, "But we mustn't stay long. They may wake up soon. Come!" Sagelin followed her deep into the woods, Aldwyn flying behind. They grew deeper into the jungle, the vines and branches becoming thicker and more exotic and rich. Sagelin had to unsheath his sword and thwack at the vines just to get through, but not until after he tried hard to even reach an arm down to his sword hilt. "You know your way through here?" Sagelin questioned his new companion. "I mean, I'm sure I've been through this forest before, but never in this area. I stay to the road." "Well," she began, searching her surroundings, "I believe I have. This is, afterall, near my kingdom." Sagelin nodded, though he wasn't sure he trusted her word on it. He hacked some more at vines until he heard a sharp scream. Looking around, he waited for another bellow. Nothing came. "That was weird," he commented. "Yeah," Lekitas agreed. "Let's keep going. Maybe we'll find whatever made that shriek." They travelled further, Sagelin still chopping at trees. He hacked a vine and was squirted with blood. He spat, for some of it went in his mouth. "The tree... bled on me!" "Oh no," Lekitas said, trying to back away, but instead bumped into Sagelin who was still wiping away the blood from his lip. Suddenly, vines whipped around, one grabbing Sagelin's sword right out of his hand. "Hey! That's mine!" Aldwyn perched on a tree in the distance to watch. The tree was alive, it seemed! And well trained in the art of sword for it was wielding it like a master. "That tree is alive... I think..." "Yes. Yes it is. It's a special type of tree." Lekitas stepped back a bit more. "Wha?" Sagelin questioned, still confused. "It's a Vivorian Root!" Her eyes grew large as she saw the vine take the sword down on them. "Look out!"

Well, the problem with scanning in pictures is it'd take forever. First off, I'd have to draw and color each picture manually, then go all the way to my dad's computer which supplies the scanner, scan all the pictures in, go through a long process of revamping the pics because the scanner program is crap, then I'd have to transfer all the pics to floppies in which would probably take one to two trips from my dad's comp to mine. That's one big bad thing about it. Aside from that, my dad would probably want the computer in some amount of time like that. Another big thing is when you copy and paste a picture into the animation program I use, it increases the file size by a zillion KB. Bad idea. So meh :)

Yeah. I found it not as funny as DC, but I never do well with first episodes XD Once the story gets going, I can do wonders.

I know! :D But for now, while you wait for DC to return for season 2, here's Funky Fantasy! Yayzers! This topic will disappear for a good while ;_; [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=31127]Funky Fantasy[/URL]

Yes! The funkedelic adventures of the pimp mage and punk fighter are here! And for one whole season! Let's start it off with episode 1! Simply click below and go to episodes once you're at the site. [URL=http://www.geocities.com/disasterpt/FF.html?1063761867930]Click Here[/URL] Roll in the C&C ;_;

Hehe. If it makes ya feel better, I started Funky Fantasy yesturday while I was sick so meh! It'll be done by tonight, hopefully.

For now, enjoy Funky Fantasy. The section on it is up now on the site :) And I can't type worth crap tonight >: o

go to the website if u can't, Ms. Deeds ^_^ [url]http://dptheatre.cjb.net[/url]

Heh. Yeah. I was hoping people got that Independence Day gag XD AS for DC's new season, you'd have to vote for it to be the next production after Funky Fantasy's 1st season ends. I'm gonna do another poll like I did this time :)

I thank all who voted for the next series. But for now, I show my appreciation for your wait with the last episode of Daily Comic... for now. And here it is... [b]The Adventures of Daily Comic: Episode 11- Season Finale[/b] [URL=http://www.geocities.com/disasterpt/DC11.gif]Click Here[/URL] I'd also like to say that the next show, from your voting, will be [b]Funky Fantasy[/b]. Congrats to it and be sure to watch out for the thread when it premiers this week! [B]WE LOVE YOU, DAILY![/b]

Sagelin awoke in the night. He tossed and turned for hours and finally arose to greet the moon and stars. "Still night," he said to himself out loud, rubbing the sweat that invaded his forehead. He stood up, noting that Aldwyn was still sleeping. He paced for a few minutes before returning to his pack next to the spot where he slept. He picked up the staff and looked it over. Then he peered at the wound it gave him on his finger. It was healed. He started when he heard something from within the forest around the campsite. He wasn't sure what it was. So he stood up, latched on his pack to his back, picked Aldwyn's sleeping form up gently, and made his way through the brush. Not long did the sun creep up and it was morning. A waterfall cascaded down the rocks and into the small stream. Sagelin made his way across the stones that emerged from the waters. Aldwyn was awake and perched on Sagelin's shoulder. He heard the noise again. By this time, it was the eighth time he had heard it. It was like a call. A call of pain. Rushing more than ever before, he came across a woman spread out across on a stone slab lying on large boulder. She was unconscious. He approached her, but could not see her face. He gently moved her long, blond hair from her face. She was beautiful. He poked at her lightly, hoping she'd awaken. She did not. Though she did not move nor speak, he heard the scream. This made Sagelin curious. "Aldwyn, I'm afraid we're not alone." They listened intently for the call again. It didn't come. Then Aldwyn let out a shriek of dismay and Sagelin turned to greet pure evil in the face.

OOC: Right. Sorry, James ^_^ I didn't mean it to be punk teenager-like. Heh. ---------------- Sariyah made his way through the base, exploring all he coukd. Since he had passed the test, he was was curious what would happen next, not to mention the area he was now living in. The base was enormous and there were so many rooms and corridors, he didn't know where to begin. He passed many reploids of different varieties; some looking gloomy, others looking cheerful and loving their work. Sariyah seemed expressionless and left in awe as he examined the whole place. Then he stared down at his arm which was fixed up after the battle. It was not really there anymore. He grinned. "Technology, these days, I swear." He looked up and nodded at a female reploid who passed him and smiled. He watched her leave until he was startled by another reploid. He arched an eyebrow as she just stood there. Then she finally spoke after what seemed like minutes. "Your chambers are ready, Mr. Daskar." "Hm? Chambers?" "Yes." Sariyah beamed and followed. When he got to his room, he grew an even larger smile. The woman left, closing the door behind her as he looked over the room. "I could get use to this," he said out loud to himself as he collapsed on a bed. "Best get rested. Tomorrow's a big day." He grunted and closed his eyes for deep slumber to pass over. ----------- Do reploids sleep or shut themselves off? XD

[IMG]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?postid=482070[/IMG] [b]Characters[/b] [u]Dragon Warrior[/u] Name: Sagelin Mysdor (Sage-lin Mice-door) Age: 23 Race: ??? Weapons: Sword and Darkus' Staff (Though, the staff is only used on the Demons) Outfit: Blue cape-like cloak, blue shirt, dark blue pants, leather boots, leather gloves (he has a thing for blue, I suppose?) Magic: None Appearance: I'd say scrony, but that'd be puttin' his features down. Let's say not so muscular, but he can fight. Weha! He has blue eyes, dark blond hair, he's about 6 foot, and has red markings all along his body and face. See the attachment for a really quick sketch of his head. I even added a leafy border ? Occupation: Messenger- Delivers and recieves messages which are crossed between knights to peasants. Even royalty, but that's rare. Description: He can be cheerful, but serious. He seems cautious and you would be too if you were on the road all the time with important messages of a secret attack or even the King's birthday invitations. He won't hold back if challenged, but does not challenge others. Fighting is wrongness ;_; History: He cannot remember anything before the age of 6 (most can't anyways so MEH). He was found on the road by a messenger and taken in to be cared for by a widow or lonesome lady. But the messenger decided that the Board of Messaging was the place for him. The only thing that stayed with him was a wise, old falcon which one of the messengers later named "Aldwyn" since it meant wise. He grew up there and when he became rightful age, he became a messenger as well. He has continued this life to this day until his new adventure unfolds. His family is not known nor what species he exactly is. He has pointy ears so people just refer to him as elf, but the strange markings all over him scream out treachery and dismay. Likes: Peace, a good glass of ale, his falcon Aldwyn, and Mashed Potatoes. Dislikes: Fighting, being knocked off his messenger horse, having his messages stolen, chicken. Style: His style is to be crafty and quick and not try to cause trouble. Be cautious. If trouble finds you, take it head on and hope to God it doesn't harm you. His voice is rather simple with a touch of Old England accent. "I say, that looks mighty terrible!" Nothing changed in words except he sounds odd O.o [u]Terra[/u] Name: Trystae (tris-tai) Valencia Age: 176 Race: Elf Weapons: A bow and arrow of her own creation. A long, light sword, the word Sorraia inscribed on its blade, a gift made for her by Vinthus (discussed in her history). The sword has a small hole at the base of the blade, made to fit a gem; for now, it remains empty. Outfit: Trystae never sacrifices practicality for fashion ... or vice versa. She usually wears light and airy gossamer clothing in shades of green or blue. She wears those kind of pants that are so wide they look like a skirt ... only in Ruingarth, they actually look like a skirt; this is to allow her full mobility. She completes the outfit with a long-sleeved shirt with slits down the sleeves. Magic: Anodyne -- a simple spell that rests and comforts the recipient. It may also have light healing powers, increase accuracy, heighten concentration, or any combination of those effects. Appearance: Trystae has extremely good posture and walks with a delicate grace, giving her an instant air of subtle nobility (though she isn't). Her legs and arms are thin, but conceal toned muscles. She has medium-length brown hair, and hairstyles that change nearly every day; her eyes are a fine blue, one of the few things she got from her parents. Occupation: Trystae discovered a talent for creating bows and arrows at a young age, and she has been an apprentice at the weapons shop in her elven village for quite a long time. Though she is still only an apprentice, the weapons master generally turns to her for bows and arrows, and she is expected to succeed him eventually. (Vinthus is a skilled forger of elven blades, and was also an apprentice at the weapons shop until he left.) Description: Trystae smiles often, and lives a simple life, not really wishing for much more than the love of her foster parents and Vinthus. She prefers not to think too much into life and philosophy, and would keep the atmosphere around her as light as possible. She is not afraid of danger or darkness, though, and will not turn away from her responsibilities or those she loves. History: Trystae was born to an elven family famous for producing a long line of powerful mages. Her parents, therefore, were somewhat ashamed when it was discovered that Trystae did not have much skill with the magical arts. In fact, they hardly knew what to do with her, as their entire village consisted of mages, and were rather unprepared at the prospect of training a child in anything but magic. After much discussion, Trystae was sent to live with some very distant relatives, who lived in an elven village more accustomed to her kinds of gifts. They took her in as their own daughter and raised her with their son, Vinthus, extensively training both in elven combat. Trystae mostly fell out of contact from her actual family, though they usually remembered to send her token gifts for birthdays and holidays. (She is not particularly upset about the lack of contact between her and her birth parents, as Vinthus's parents were extremely kind, but it still remains in the back of her mind.) Trystae and Vinthus soon fell in love (yes, they were distant enough cousins), and Vinthus's parents were overjoyed. Before proposing marriage, though, Vinthus felt he needed to offer Trystae something of utmost value to show his dedication to her. Against her heartfelt protests and their parents' assurances that this was unnecessary, Vinthus set off on a quest to find the Maerin, an elven gem said to appear to lovers whose hearts were pure. It has been two years since, and Trystae has no doubt of the purity of Vinthus's heart, nor in his weaponry skills. Regardless, she has resolved to set out in search of him. Likes: Water, archery, pretty clothing Dislikes: Cruelty, cold weather Style: Nothing that sticks out in voice, but Trystae is a little bit vain, and takes care in how she looks and dresses (not much like her creator ...). [u]OtakuSennen[/u] Name: Esthil Morenwood Age: 243 Race: Elven Weapon: A light, one-handed sword with a small glowing enchanted jewel embedded in the hilt for decoration. (I have to say "enchanted" in an RPG like this somewhere, don't I? ~_^) Outfit: Wears light leather armor under a green cape that shines on the underside when revealed to direct sunlight. Under that is a dark brown shirt which reaches down to under his belt (But isn't a tunic. *squinty eyes* The shirt just goes down rather far.), which is bronze and bears his family's emblem on it. (The emblem is a long dragon wrapped around a tree with daggers in hand) Wears rather tight (But not skin tight) brown pants, which reach down into his worn leather boots which reach up to about his knee. The holder for his sword is on his belt's right side (He's right handed, if that's required info). Magic: 2 starter spells: (He has moderate swordsman skills) --The Wrath of Flames-- His sword is is magically heated so that it feels as if it was just cooling after being forged. It adds an extra nasty touch to the slice of his blade. --Shield of Light-- (It's a metaphorical shield, more like a barrier, but I think shield sounded cooler.) Protects Esthil and those around him from most direct attacks for approximately 3 minutes. Appearance: Short dark brown hair and gray-blue eyes that seem to be rather lively. Occupation: An apprentice to the messenger of the Elven Lord Ilsoriv, his master has recently fallen ill, leaving Esthil to do all of his work for the time being. He also enjoys practicing fencing with others in his spare time. Description: A charming, outgoing young man, (Young for an Elf) who is sometimes so optimistic and cheery that he excruciatingly irritates others without really being aware of it. In the heat of battle, however, he tends to be more quiet. History: Heir of an Elven family with rich heritage, he was sent to work for Alorem Melshire, messenger for his Elven kingdom's lord. Through his travels he has met many various people of various races and cultures, and has learned how to act around certain species when the need arises. He has not heard from his parents in 50 years now, and has pondered over the reason for that in the back of his mind for several months now. However, when his master fell ill, the thoughts came out more, and he has been thinking of little other than this during most of his free time. Likes: Those who respect him for his work. Dislikes: Those who treat him poorly. Style: When he fights he partially acts as if those around watching him are his audience in some sort of performance of his. He is very acrobatic in his maneuvers and speaks in a rather nonchalant manner. Sample: "Ello there. Whatcha up to?" Hopefully you all could understand that, but if you didn't, here's a translation: "Hello there. What are you up to?" [u]Kaede-san[/u] Name: Lekitas Yorfeindaiys (ummm... Your-fin-dios Oo wow, that was hard even for me to describe OO) Age: 25 (looks 17) Race: Elf Weapons: A bow and arrow. The bow and arrow set were given to Lekitas when young from her mother; "my gift to you," she said. "Is a bow of the Miraveist. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin." Lekitas took the bow and arrow with pride and observed the form. An excellent bow and arrow set, the arrows with a beautiful arrange of silver feather with an amber tint to it, and the bow long about five feet length, a black coating, arching at a perfect angle. The finest quality of Elvin bow and arrow weaponry of all forests (just a mini story of how she got it ^^) and two edge blades (the kind Legolas has ^^ not so sure what they're called O o") Outfit: A forest green tunic with a glossy, silk look to it (Kind of like a felt feeling Again, like Legolas?s things) and a cape and hat of the same material (a hat like Link's from Legend of Zelda) and pants also of the same material, and are a tucked in to her boots making them seem baggy at some point. A light brown belt wrapping around her chest, made of a leather-like substance, and two black wrist guards, with a design of her home castle, with the brown belt wrapped around her, attached to the large pouched arrow holder holding thousands of arrows, some that magically light on fire, and ice, then those of the normal kind. Black boots that are made of the same material as her clothes, but a bit tougher, a silver shirt beneath her tunic, made of the finest silk within the Elvin race, and a black belt wrapped around her waist, with the same design of her wrist guards. (I?ll draw a picture and post later ^^ that should make things clear for you) Magic: --Curer of the Elf-- Strong Elvin magic from her woodland clan. Can heal many bad cuts, and scars no matter how bad. --Elf Eye--The arrows Lekitas carries, uses this magic spell to add speed, and accuracy to the arrow itself causing a strong, brutal impact on enemies. (Two magic spells are fine, and all I can think of Oo) Appearance: A beautiful Elvin princess, of the Elfeisalen forest. With, long, blonde hair and hazel eyes. Long pointy ears (of course! ^^) she has bushy-like blonde eyebrows, she has a serious face, and her right ears pierced at the lobe. A selected area of her hair behind her ears is braided and goes to the back of her hair and both ands from each side are tied together while the rest hangs limply and straight; with light brown streaks going through, barely noticeable. Occupation: She is a excellent archer and is the leader of the archers within her clan. She controls the archers and is also the heir to the throne of her clan. She is the princess but remains to act as if she is of no importance to keep safe from any harm. She arches for hobby, and guards the main gates in to Elfeisalen. She also can give orders to the creatures within the Elfeisalen forests. Description: A serious person. She also has a sarcasm problem when in the presence of an enemy. She also has a wild battle style, like using her shield to slide down stairs while shooting her arrows. She also tries very hard to hold back feelings and tears, her position is a serious role and of none other. She can act odd at times, and is quiet unless she needs to speak up. She?s the eyes sharper than a hawk, and ears that hear for miles, and sometimes can get strange senses from her surroundings when danger is near. History: Within the wonderful, beautiful, peaceful castle of Elfeisalen; The water glowed like silver and the falls flowed peacefully. The place filled with joy and kindness, the castle was large, and had a fortress made of living trees standing before the gate, and the people always willing to help? But, the years passed and a war broke out, a dark force had surrounded the castle of Elfeisalen and ruined the woods which they belonged; her father also the leader of the Elvin troops at the time, but was shot down before Lekitas?s very eyes by the enemy archers. By a slight push of luck to the Elves, they won the fierce battle losing most of their population within the area. Since that day, she vowed to avenge the death of her father and works to that goal. She planned years after waiting for the day when a group of another clan would come and help her avenge her father, and bring the evil to her knees, She left the castle to her brother and mother then traveled alone to try and find others who would join her clan of Elves and help them defeat the evil force. Likes: The thrill of battle, and feel for her bow and arrows makes her happy, and to laugh at the silliest of things. She also loves to hurt those who jump ahead of themselves, mainly those who are hard headed ^^ she has also likes having her fun during battle by doing new, crazy tricks to show off making her seem superior. Dislikes: Jokes of her kind, and friends, also of how a female warrior has disadvantages in battle. These things burn strongly within her causing her to scream rage and give no mercy. Style: She tries to do things in a hyper style, just like a teenager would, like, (as mentioned above) using her shield to slide down stairs while shooting her arrows, or a wild style like that. She's a little clumsy too. She tends to mess up on her tricks and get herself in to BIG trouble. She has wits and no fear of nothing, well? if she?s face to face with an Orc? that?s different she would probably cower and run like a baby and look for protection from allies (great leader huh? Lol) She loves taunts, and is quick since she?s a little smaller than most (not too short; not too small Oo?) "Thou hast crossed a line! You've played with my bow long enough! Now feel my arrow of hate pierce your heart of hatred!" "Heeeeeey, were those arrows aimed at meeeeee?" "My mind draws of chibi me in blanks Oo" (she sees ina childish style in mind; little crayon chibi drawings when she?s gone a little overboard, or is confused ^^) [u]The Harlequin[/u] Name: Rali Kreigyr Age: 29 Race: Dwarf! Weapons: Twin handaxes - About a foot long in total, with four inch crescent blades. Lochaber - Big, very big, axe. The haft is about four foot long, and the single blade is nearly a foot in length, and six inches at its widest point. Also crescent shaped. Battle Axe - About two and a half feet long. Has a typical heavy axe blade on one side, and a round, flat hammer like object on the other, for the backswing. I'll cut yer legs off, then break yer damn fool skull as ye fall! Outfit: Chain mail, without coif. The mail is tightly locked, but supple, and forms a perfect shirt. Starts just below his waist, and stops over the shoulders, covers the upper arms and stops just before the elbows. Wears leather bracers on his forearms. Metal, supple plate gauntlets for his hands. A heavy helmet, with nose-guard and cheek plates that stop at the outer edge of his eyes (though on his cheeks, so an inch below his eyes), rather than a visor. The helmet, of course, has two large horns on it, believed to be minotour's. A pair of sturdy leather breeches, with greaves, and hard soled, hobnailed, battle boots. Magic: None, aisiding a little...personal charm, if ye get m' drift.... Appearance: About four foot tall, and that's tall for dwarf. His skin is slightly brown, tanned more by years at the forge than by the sun. His hair, and complimentary (very, very complimentary in his opinion) beard are heavy, large, and very, very red. His hair is normally worn free, and its wildness makes him look like a hillman or berserker. His beard hands down almost to his belt. He's very, very well muscled, even for a dwarf, and is quite literally as tough as the steel he forges. His eyes are blue, and filled with an inner fire. Occupation: Blacksmith. Forger of fine steel and weapons, capable a' breakin' goblin hide or pasty elf skin with ease! Description: Rali idealises nearly everything a good dwarf wants to be. He's a forger of metals, he loves a good ale, a fine story, and a fierce fight. He's generally easy going with friends, but remains very distrustful of those he doesn't know. Dwarven trust is hard to earn, but rock-solid. His sense of humour seems to be amusing only to dwarves, and they're also the only ones who appreciate the gravelly ballads he occasionally belts out, usually under the influence of that good ale (of course, most of the other patrons are by that time either on the floor or waking up the next morning...Weak as water!). He has a lot of respect for wisdom and intelligence, possesses quite a bit of the former, and a modest amount of the later, but still won't hesitate to simply pull a large axe and hit things with it. He certainly doesn't take much too seriously, though can be as stoic as the situation calls for. History: Rali grew up in the forge, and that's where he wants to stay. However, the great dwarven underground kingdom of Raggoth Grathen has been running into a few problems. Situated under a huge mountain, the side of the mountain, and lower caverns below the dwarven city, are home to goblins and orcs. Normally, these feral creatures are no match for the hardened dwarven army, but lately they've appeared in numbers too great for the dwarves to match. Rali, being a highly respected member of the community by both the common folk and the elders and clerics, was designated to travel to the surface, and determine whether some human or elven army has been pushing the orcs and goblins into the dwarven realm, or whether it is something darker....Rali is a trained warrior, like all dwarves, and strong and hardy even by their standards, and well-versed in dwarvish lore (though he knows little about daily surface life), so he really was the best suited to the job. He worked day and night at his forge to outfit himself for the journey, then set out, carrying only his weapons and armour and provisions. And a small blacksmith hammer, just in case a small village happens to have a spare anvil... Likes: Ale! And axes! And hackin' at skinny elves! And a good long tale in the long hall during winter, and a good glowin' piece of fine steel, and a hammer in me hand! Dislikes: Elves! Weak, pasty little critters. And goblins and orcs. And bathing! Bathing is for elves... Style: Style eh....Anything from "I dinnae ken what yer talkin' aboot!" to "Where's me drink?" to "I KILL YOU, I KILL YOU ALL!", depending on mood.... (OOC: Gods, it's going to get difficult typing in that accent....) [u]KnightoftheRose[/u] Name: Aaron Barlow Age: 37 Race: Human Weapons: Lorangalth- A short sword forged from pure steel. The hilt and handle is a bronze/steel hybrid material. There is etching in the shape of vines about 1/3 up it's two foot blade. Crossbow- A simple crossbow that loads simple arrows. It's made of wood from the Ash tree. The thread is black and woven from yak hair. Outfit: Aaron wears a suit of steel mesh underneath of his mostly bland clothing. On his head he wears a olive colored bandana and a scarf of sorts around his neck. On his upperbody he wears a simple brown shirt that is tattered in many places, yet has been patched to hide his armor. An overcoat of faded brown leather covers the shirt and hangs down to about midleg. His pants are old leather that has been torn and repaired several times over. He wears a pair of black elvish boots. On his left hand he wears a silver ring with a red stone embedded in the top. On his right, a braclet made of dried, woven grasses. Magic: N/A Appearance: Aaron is rather tanned from being outside most of his life. His tan stops right above his elbows/knees. His face is scarred but strong. He has lightbrown hair and strikingly pale blue eyes. His facial hair is kept down to a stubble when possible. His hands are rough from the near-constant forest adventures. Occupation: Farmer Description: Aaron usually keeps to himself and only fights to protect himself. He is calm and calculating, and usually the last to react. An overall nice guy, but he has a rather large power-hungry streak. Aaron owns a small plot of land and farms potatoes. He likes potatoes. History: When Aaron was young his parents were rather wealthy. They owned a house of comfortable size, and had money to spend. Often they would go into town and purchase exotic spices and other useless items. They bought him anything he wanted, which wasn't much. All Aaron wanted to do, from a very young age, was to explore. As an infant he would sneak out of his room and wander the house. As a toddler he would leave his home and explore the farm. In his teenage years he often left for days into the forest that bordered his families farm. He had several run-ins with local wildlife, not to mention a few thieves and mauraders. On one rather remarkable occasion, he came upon an Elven settlement. They welcomed him, the lost human child, into their care and fed him. They gave him shelter for the few days he stayed. Aaron was quite sad to leave the Elven settlement. When he did leave, they gave him a pair of boots endowed with magic to never become too small or wear out. He treasured them always. When he was almost ready to leave his home, at the age of eighteen, his father died from a bacterial infection. He was forced, by his morality, to stay with his mother and help her to maintain the farm. Seven years later, she also died, but from natural causes. Aaron could never bring himself to part with his home. Even though his dreams are big and his hunger for power large. Likes: A good potato stew, beef, brunette women, coffee, schorching sunlight, and the outdoors. Dislikes: Close quarters, confinement, and ale. Style: He is an incredibly hard worker. And so it begins? ------------------ A candle flickered as a brisk breeze came in through the open door of a cozy inn in the quiet town of Baskertane. Sagelin Mysdor entered and shrugged off the cold, though it was summer and it seemed a tad bit peculiar that it was as chilly as it was. He marched past the desk and a human woman poked her head up from behind. ?Good evening, Mr. Mordys.? ?It?s Mysdor.? ?Of course!? She twiddled her thumbs excitedly. Sagelin was about to make his way to the stairs to get to his peaceful room, but she didn?t stop talking. She was like the thing that wouldn?t shut up. ?You have a message.? ?To deliver?? ?No. For you, silly!? Sagelin sighed and trudged over and snatched the letter from her shivering hands. She was way too hyper. ?Thanks.? She cocked her head to one side and beamed. ?Of course!? Sagelin went for the stairs again, but was stopped yet again. ?Greetings, Mr. Sagelin Mysdor.? ?Uh? hello.? The person who stopped him happened to be a woman, a bit on the calories side. She seemed fancy and one of the very rich folk that Sagelin heard about from the Eastern town of Jorana. He could tell by her clothing. She didn?t seem to have any facial expression and was a close talker for she was practically hovering over Sagelin as she spoke. If any closer, Sagelin felt they would merge bodies. ?Who might you be?? ?I am Lydia Morengyster. You may know me by my famous book ?How Good It Is To Be Rich??? Sagelin made a face and shrugged with confusion. Lydia sighed. ?Very well. I guess you under folk don?t get good education.? Sagelin was about to make a comeback, but like the lady at the desk, she wouldn?t quit talking. Must be a human thing. ?Now, I believe you got a letter of mine.? ?No,? Sagelin said, arching an eyebrow. ?Then what?s that in your hand?? She pointed a chubby finger at the message he grasped tightly. It was a bit damp with sweat. Lydia must let off steam or heat or something because it oddly became hot. ?Oh, this?? She lifted it up and read the name. It said [I]Lydia Morengyster[/I]. ?Oh. So I did.? ?You haven?t read it?!? ?I just got it!? ?Don?t raise your voice with me, young man! I am very high in order around here! Don?t give me excuses, neither! You may be too lazy to read my letters, but there?s no need for fibbing. You probably were off playing with your street friends, weren?t you?? ?Is there a reason you?re harassing me here this evening?? ?That letter proclaims that I need the letter I have with me to be delivered to my good friend Margaret Bouviar. It?ll be her birthday in two days, you know, so we must be fancy with a special letter.? Lydia laughed a bit. Sagelin was mesmerized by her neck?s rolls bouncing up and down with each chuckle. ?Now then, can you deliver it?? ?I guess.? ?You guess?!? she proclaimed as if he had just sinned. ?I want to know yes or no. Now which is it, you little poverty-stricken miscreant?? ?Uh? yes?? Her frown became a crooked smile; unusual to see on such a woman as she. ?Ah, good. I expect her to get it, then. I hope you do your job better than you treat rich, old ladies, hm?? Sagelin ignored the rude comments and took the letter from Lydia?s hands. ?Where do I find Ms. Bouviar?? ?Oh, her address is in the letter you have. Just don?t open the one for Margaret or I?ll have the authorities crawling all over you.? She lifted her nose high and walked out of the inn before Sagelin could even ask where to find her or what his pay was, for that matter. Sagelin opened the door to his room and mumbled something about ?mean old lady? and ?I?ll fix her wagon good?. He may have been a peaceful sort, but that woman had it coming. He forgot about the whole deal when he finally collapsed in his chair to write in his journal. He?d been planning on writing a book, but for now, it was a journal of his life. He?d then publish it later when his life felt like it was coming to a close, like the book?s back cover would be if someone were to finish reading his glorious adventures. He laughed at that. ?Yeah, glorious adventures. Good one. To where? A barn? A rotten town with rich, old ladies who couldn?t find a decent thing to say on? well? I can?t think of a good metaphor? bah! I?m talking to myself!? He took hold of his pen in his right hand and dabbed it in ink. He then began writing. [I]This would be the start of my grand journal; something I will treasure until my death. I think I?ll start off by explaining myself. My name is Sagelin Mysdor. I am? well? an elf, I suppose. I?m not really sure what I am since my ears are shorter than most elves and I have strange markings all over me. They aren?t scars, but still can feel painful, as if they were fresh wounds. I am a messenger for the Board of Messengers of Ruingarth, the largest letter-carrying service of the world. Right now, I?m stuck in a crummy inn in the town of Baskertane. I did just receive a new job from a cranky, old lady, but it?ll do me some good. I need to get out again. I haven?t had a job in days and my vittles are running low. As such, this is only the start. I will write more, but for now, sleep is upon me. I must get some rest. Good day.[/I] He carefully closed his journal, not wanting to damage the binding. He sat down on the bed and noted it was actually cushiony. ?At least the beds are soft.? It collapsed and his head hit the headboard. He rubbed his aching cranium and unfolded the letter that the desk woman gave him. It had all the information needed. Upon reading through it, he found one thing that sparked him. ?I must leave NOW?!? Sagelin rushed outside to the stalls of the inn. There, his horse awaited as well as his falcon friend, Aldwyn. He leaped on and rode off, the bird clinging to his shoulder. They went at an incredible speed, for his time was not spared. He was out of Baskertane in a matter of seconds and into the woods that surrounded the small village. The moon was the only source of light and even then did the trees? canopy block it?s glow. Sagelin had to squint to even get a clear picture of the road ahead. He did know the woods like the back of his glove, but what if something happened? He was in danger. And just his luck. Something happened. Something spooked his horse and Sagelin fell off onto his back, Aldwyn flying into the sky at the sight of the plunge. He picked himself up and watched the horse dash off into the darkness. And what?s worse? He was already way deep into the woods. ?Great. Just great.? He picked himself up and dusted himself off. ?The damned horse has the mail bag!? He kicked his foot and walked a little ways, stepping in some animal droppings. He made a face and the smell was worse than the feel. He kicked his foot in the air to get it off, but ended up slipping on some more and falling flat on his face. He sighed. ?Algmmn?? he called to his bird, his face full of dirt. The bird fluttered to perch on his head?s back. Sagelin stood up and look around. He at least had his provisions bag, but now he was lost and wouldn?t get paid for delivering the letter. In fact, he probably would be jailed by the woman since she was so cranky and cruel. That?s when he saw a flash on the ground. He walked over to it and saw some dirty stick in the dirt. He sighed when he saw it was nothing, but it then flashed again. It was a staff! He picked it up, dusted it off, and examined it. It didn?t look too authentic or great so he just shoved it into his pack?s strap. He wandered on through the forest, at least happy to have the company of Aldwyn. Then the falcon flew from it?s perch on his shoulder to the road ahead, leaving Sagelin. ?Oh, come on, ya crazy bird! Come back here!? He heard it call out, then saw the flash of light on it?s silver wings. There was a campfire! He rushed over to where Aldwyn was and noticed the campsite was occupied. An old man looked up and took the pipe he was smoking from his mouth. ?Why, hello there, young man and his bird friend. What brings ye here?? ?Uh? I?m lost,? Sagelin admitted, coming closer to the fire. The man chuckled. ?Aye, many get lost in these here woods at night. Seems to be a curse, it does.? He took another couple of puffs from his pipe and gazed off into the sky like he didn?t have a care in the world. ?Can you help?? Sagelin finally disturbed the peaceful moment of silence. The old man looked back down at Sagelin. ?Sure. Come on over.? Sagelin approached the old man and shook his wrinkled hand firmly. ?The name?s Bobathire. Nice to meet ya.? ?Sagelin. Sagelin Mysdor.? ?Ah. I know you. You?re one of them messengers of Ruingarth, aren?t ya?? ?Yeah,? Sagelin said, happy to know he was in good company. He took a seat on a log around the fire near Bobathire. ?So, you know out of these woods?? ?Oh, sure, sure. By morning, you will be able to see your way through.? He poked at the fire with a stick, then finally tossed it in when he got bored with that. He went back to puffing his pipe. Then his eyes caught hold of the staff attached to Sagelin?s pack. He pointed his pipe?s end at it. ?Nice piece of craftwork ya got there.? ?What? This?? He felt the end of the staff and pulled back his hand when the broken glass at the tip cut his finger. ?Ouch!? ?Careful, there.? He nodded after Sagelin ignored his wound. ?That staff there? that staff looks familiar.? ?Does it? Is it yours?? ?No. It?s not mine. But I have seen it before.? He turned his head around and looked all over the forest, as if he heard someone or noticed a person watching. Then he lowered his head and leaned nearer to Sagelin. ?Ever heard the story of Darkus the Demon Lord?? ?Yes. It?s a part of our history. Of course, I never really paid attention in history class so?? ?That staff was Darkus?.? Sagelin went blank in the face. Bobathire smoked his pipe and nodded. ?It?s true. And it?s not everyday a guy finds it. Not to mention, is able to keep possession of it without becoming possessed by Darkus? spirit that lies within it?s broken eye.? At this time, Sagelin had the staff in his hands. He admired the staff as if it were the first time he saw it. ?This could only mean one thing, Sagelin.? ?What?s that?? He left his attention of the staff and listened intently to Bobathire. ?You are meant to defeat all of the ten demons that roam this world.? He motioned at the staff. ?Using that staff!? ?What? That?s crazy. You?re crazy.? ?It?s true,? Bobathire said, puffing his pipe one last time before latching it to his belt. He stood up and he wasn?t much taller than he was sitting, Sagelin noted. ?Make sure to do it soon or that staff may take over you. We can?t have that happen now can we?? ?Wait. Where are you going?? But Bobathire already had walked into the darkness. Sagelin followed along with Aldwyn behind, but once they reached the campsite edge, they couldn?t see anything more, but trees.

The time has come! The signups are over. Yays! First, my chara... [b]Name:[/b] Sagelin Mysdor (Sage-lin Mice-door) [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Race:[/b] ??? [b]Weapons:[/b] Sword and Darkus' Staff (Though, the staff is only used on the Demons) [b]Outfit:[/b] Blue cape-like cloak, blue shirt, dark blue pants, leather boots, leather gloves (he has a thing for blue, I suppose?) [b]Magic:[/b] None [b]Appearance:[/b] I'd say scrony, but that'd be puttin' his features down. Let's say not so muscular, but he can fight. Weha! He has blue eyes, dark blond hair, he's about 6 foot, and has red markings all along his body and face. See the attachment for a really quick sketch of his head. I even added a leafy border :) [b]Occupation:[/b] Messenger- Delivers and recieves messages which are crossed between knights to peasants. Even royalty, but that's rare. [b]Description:[/b] He can be cheerful, but serious. He seems cautious and you would be too if you were on the road all the time with important messages of a secret attack or even the King's birthday invitations. He won't hold back if challenged, but does not challenge others. Fighting is wrongness ;_; [b]History:[/b] He cannot remember anything before the age of 6 (most can't anyways so MEH). He was found on the road by a messenger and taken in to be cared for by a widow or lonesome lady. But the messenger decided that the Board of Messaging was the place for him. The only thing that stayed with him was a wise, old falcon which one of the messengers later named "Aldwyn" since it meant wise. He grew up there and when he became rightful age, he became a messenger as well. He has continued this life to this day until his new adventure unfolds. His family is not known nor what species he exactly is. He has pointy ears so people just refer to him as elf, but the strange markings all over him scream out treachery and dismay. [b]Likes:[/b] Peace, a good glass of ale, his falcon Aldwyn, and Mashed Potatoes. [b]Dislikes:[/b] Fighting, being knocked off his messenger horse, having his messages stolen, chicken. [b]Style:[/b] His style is to be crafty and quick and not try to cause trouble. Be cautious. If trouble finds you, take it head on and hope to God it doesn't harm you. His voice is rather simple with a touch of Old England accent. "I say, that looks mighty terrible!" Nothing changed in words except he sounds odd O.o THE PEOPLE WHO ARE IN THE RPG ARE... OtakuSennen - Esthil Morenwood - Elf Kaede-san - Lekitas Yorfeindaiys - Elf The Harlequin - Rali Kreigyr - Dwarf KOTR - Aaron Barlow - Human Terra - Trystae Valencia - Elf I am truely sorry to those who didn't make it. Your profiles were just not what I was looking for :( I will start the RPG soon!

Very well, Ms. Kaede ^_^ And I may change the number to higher than 4, but I don't want too many. The story doesn't need too many heroes, am I right? ^___^

I'm not really one for this type of story. Like you said, it's depressing. I feel for ya. It's sad. Of course, you did force me to read it >: o I dunno about the other peeps, but the only thing I found odd was the sudden change from talking like Grace and Eve were different people to how you are Grace using words like "I" and "me." You'll probably scold the hell out of me for saying it, but you wanted constructive critism or whatnot. Good writing, though ^_^

Interesting. Interesting. I'm forming ideas of the group. Who would be best for the storyline and such. All I must say is I'll give everyone until tomorrow afternoon when I have lunch at school. Then or 'til when I get out of Cross Country practice. Thank you for all who sign up :)