{Angel}Healer

[i]"A debt of life I will not accept from you," Drak'kon shouts after her, "I only ask that you look at me and Enialis for our souls, not our color." With that he walks to the nearest horse, hoping to catch a bite to eat.[/i]

[i]Feeling that something was amiss, Drakkon consulted Enialis on the feeling. "I know, i can sense it too..." replied Enialis. "There is a column of smoke, I will check it out," said Drak'kon, weaving his way around, using every trees shadow to his advantage. Upon getting within veiwing range, Drakkon noticed a small band of namdic barbarians, most likely desert tundra raiders, around a small campfire. Reporting back to Enialis, Drakkon informed the others. "Bah, why should I believe the words of a drow!" spat Siren. She ran ahead, having to confirm it for herself. Minutes passed, and Siren had not returned. Suddenly a scream came from the distance. The party broke their horses into a gallop. Soon they were upon the raiders. Drakkon, spotting Siren near the back tied to a pole with an arrow in her shoulder and whip marks in her tunic. Pulling out his two scimitars, Drakkon charged the raiders, taking two heads and one leg before reaching Siren. Cutting her bonds, he lifted her on his horse and got into a defensive position. A raider lunged for him, but Enialis stopped it short with an arrow through the head. Standing beside Drakkon, he drew his Falchion and they defended Siren. Suddenly Siren jumped over their heads and slew the rest of the beasts, even the rest of the parties main combatants. "I had myself wel handled, drow," she spat at Drakkon. "Next time leave me be." With a shrug, Drakon turned to Enialis and asked him if we should search the camp for food or continue on their trek, for they were already behind.[/i]

OOC: sorry, ive been on vacation... IC: [i]Filtering out from behind a curtain, Drak'kon tapped Elsyan's shoulders. As she turned, she was surprised to see another drow in the building. "Hello," he stated, "Might you one of the group to vanquish the evil force?" "Yes, yes I am," she replied. "You might want to speak to Enialis over there, he can fill you in," with a gesture to the priest and the bac kof an unseen man, [b]probably Enialis[/b] Drak'kon thought. Strutting towards the two figures, the priest gestures to him and Enialis turns around. "Another drow!" he exclaims, eyeing Drakkon. "Hail, Enialis, I too am surprised to see one of my kin here." "Im sorry, but who are you?" Enialis answers, puzzled that this figure knew his name. "I am Drakkon Do'Urden guardian of the mountain delve Shimmerdeep and son of Drizzt Do'Urden, savior drow of Icewind Dale, killer of Artemis Enteri the assasin, and finder of the Mythral Hall, and dragonsbane," Drak'kon states, bowing to Enialis. Looking towards the priest he says, "Do you have a room prepared for me? I have been hiding in that curtain since two suns past, thinking i had entered the wrong temple and was going to be killed if found..." the priest cut him off there, "No worries sir Drak'kon, your room is over there," he gestures to a door to the left of the hall, "I am glad you could make it." With that, Drak'kon went off to his room for a restful sleep.[/i]

awwww only one? thats nofair :p oh well, then i wont have an inherited weap :bawl: [Edit]: What if i have no starting gold and both my inherited weaps?

u still didnt answer ny question-look at my history-i need to know

true genkai, i think that it depends on the persons background to whether they put in a message or jsut want to put up some s*** to annoy people or get indirect attention

[quote]Theres two different types of graffitti I think.... The really artistic kind. Personally I really enjoy seeing it all over a city. It makes the city seem more alive. However when they have the stupid immature drawings, its a waste of spray paint and time. I hate it...[/quote] I agree, my school, greatfully, has only the artistic graffiti. I see very little trash graffiti, but when I do I will destroy what i can and tell cops/parents/janitor about the rest. Whoever these kids are, they have some motive-some more tiwisted than others

k-here i go :) Name: Drak'kon Do'Urden Race: Elf Character Class: Ranger Alignment: Chaotic Good Description: Light brown hair, dark skin (like any drow), his scimitars at his side and his bow in hand, brown eyes. Spells: (If Applicable) None History: Son of Drizzt Do'Urden, Drak'kon once resided with his retired father in a small glade town. Then news came of wars to the east and Drak'kons dad left, leaving his two scimitars, Twinkle and IceingDeath(sp)((*NOTE*:Can we start with weapons if they are inhereted from history?)), leaving Drak'kon to be the towns guardian. Soon after he left in search of his father when he ran across rumors of the riders. He now sets out to aid in the cuase before continuing his search for his father.

As Sabba Denn moved away from the console, he noticed a blinking red light. Turning on the tracking jammer, he aswers the intercom. Sabba: Who is this? Mysterious voice: A customer, I have a proposal for you... Sabba: How much, when, what? Voice: 100,000, as soon as possible, my friend is about to be murdered by two other bounty hunters, I want you to kill them! Sabba (*uncomfortable*): Fine, but I have never killed another bounty hunter, so I will need some of that money now for equipment. Voice: Fine, I'm transmitting 50,000 into your ships till, use it wisely. Sabba: Don't worry, this job is as good as done. After switching the comm off and turning the jammer to "detection from radar" setting, Sabba decides to pay a visit to the market. Grabbing the money, he takes a small S.T.C. (Silenced Travelling Carrier) down to the planet of Tatooine. There he buys an extra proton grenade set, a balster and conceilable sheath, and a jet pack refueling nozzle that fits onto his left thumb. With 30 leftover, he heads to the nearest food facility and buys a drink. After gulping down the contents, he gives the remaining 15 to the barkeep as "tip of good service". So as to not leave evidence of his arival of Tatooine, he uses one of his proton greandes to blow, and set fire to the remaining parts, of his S.C.T., then launches his jetpack- using the refueler every 10 minutes. Upon arriving on his ship, he sets the coordinates for Courscant, then retiring to his bunker in the back to get some well needed sleep.

Alex, I was tryng to compliment you, you dont have to get all snotty and say about how hard it was for you... :mad:

actually, when you go to the daycare place with the old man and lady I think when you first talk to them they talk about an egg...dunno though, havent played in while...

I just started over Gold and, though I have only played for 3 hours now, I have a level 18 Quilava and a level 15 Rattata (sp?) and since I have not played in...what, a year?...anyway, I think I am playing pretty good, but 18 hours :wigout: thats just scary man

Name: Sabba Denn Age: 23 Side: Bounty Hunter Bio: After his father died during the beggining of the clone wars, Sabba has had to fight and give his services as a bounty hunter to survive and eat. He is currently living on his ship just outside Tatooine. Personality: After being a bounty hunter for so long, Sabba has learned to do what he is told and not to ask questions. He does not socialize much and keeps to himself. Weapon of Choice: Sniper blaster with heat-sensative scope Vehicle of Choice: His (not in any star war movies) Turbo Accelerated, Cloaked, 1 Manned, Assasination Ship (Named "The Shadow Walker")

hey, it's good, will you head over to Page #2 of stories and poetry and look for my story? its title is: A Story (Book 1 of 3 in a series im writing) gimme a overview, i desperatly need some opinions so I can fix it up. TY, Peace All

Hobbits...hmmm...short peopel that dont like adventuring and probably best jsut to stand back and cower behind a fighter. Gets along well with other races, liek to eat a lot, anything else?