{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?

well...lets see...im going to write s'more of my book (chapter 1 & part of 2 can be found on the stories/poetry section of the otaku boards, page 2) and im going to sleep...ZzzZZ...SNORT!

im kinda shy, i talk around and joke with my friends, but mostly im a loner cuz everyone has a best friend or girl/boyfriend and I have neither :( Needless to say, the few friends I have im never shy around but...everything else seems to ignore me like a void of empty space...

ok, since no more elves, i have decided the following: Name: Redgar Race: Dwarf Weapons: Axe, Buckler (Bash 'em upside 'da 'ead) Appearance: well...not much of a word guy, so check out the attatchment of him (no color, though, made it look bad) Bio: Distant relative of Bruenor Battleaxe (from Icewind Dale dontcha' know), Redgar is out looking for revenge against Sauron for cursing Bruenor's Mithril Mines up in what is now called The Spine Of The World (Icewind Dale's Mountain Range dontcha' know). Known for his friends Drizzt Do'Urden, Regis, Cattie Brie, and Wulfgar, Redgar gets along quite well with elves and befriends them often with his tales of the barbarian folk lore from the distant icy plains. Age: 96 (39 Human Years) umm...my attatchemnt isnt working...k...umm...try this website to see pic: [url]http://www.rpgplanet.com/lineage/images/fanart/dwarf-warrior.jpg[/url]

aaahhhh...at least one mre elf?!?!? ok...can i be a half elf?!

:flaming: :flaming: :flaming: This Game Is Terminated Due To Lack Of Players :flaming: :flaming: :flaming:

Ok, im fairly new to the forums, but ill try a game for the heck of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This game is set in the world of Amothkrain, famous for its mining products. Then, one day, an evil sorceror, name and origin unknown, apears and creates his own little town in the mines. Now a group of adventurers set off in a quest to destroy this menace and all his minions. (Details given later) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Creating A Character: To create a character you msut have these basic stats= 1.Name of trainer 2.HP: always 100(+any armor donned, explained later) 3.???(name of followers, explained later) 4.???(Animals/Pets, explained later) 5.Weapons (any basic weapon, no enchantments yet) 6.Spells: (No Starting Spells) 7.Gold (starting default is 300) 8.Group Reputation (1=bad, 100=good) Default is 50 9.Team Health: Healthy (explained later) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The "Explained Later" Stuff: 1. Name of Followers: Over The Progression of the game you can gain followers who will fight for you. Also (note this) followers like blacksmiths, given the proper tools and supplies, can create weapons and armor for you.(Armor Details After #2) 2.Animals/Pets: Throughout the game you may encounter wandering druids. These druids will either A. give you an animal companion to fight for you, or B. give you the scroll: Conjure Animal Aid. Basically, animals/pets assist you in battle. 3.Armor Detail: Thoguh not specified as a feild in Creating a character, armor has soem attributes. You see, your character has 100 health. Extra Health Points (HP) can be obtained through donning armor. (ex. Donning the Magical +5 Titan's Plate Male could give you up to an added 75-90 extra hp. *note that magical armor is very rare*)Your Health stats will be recorded as 100 at all times, but after adding the armor (leather=+5, studded leather=+10, etc.) you would see it as 100+25. 4.Mission: To rummage the town, completing side quests for money and stuff, then defeating the sorcerors undead minions and finnally confronting the sorceror himself and destroying him. 5.Team Health: As you progress, if you lsoe battles, team health gows down, its kind of a estimated versino of your earlier hp. so if u had 37 hp bcuz u jsut lost a battle, then your team health would be unhealthy, and 96 hp would be healthy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ See my signature for what a real character might have for stats

k, i edited and spaced it out a "bit" :p ty for actually replying CWB

Ok, I Know Im Double Posting But...I Said "Tell Me What You Think" and I've Had 3 People Look, But No-one Is Telling me What They Think!!! Do You Think I Just Put This Up Here To Rot?!?!? :flaming: :flaming: :flaming:

Name: Drak'kon Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Half-Elf Appearance: Bloodred tunic over dark green leggings. Wears magical studded-leather armor under tunic. Has 2 scimitars and a bow. Brown Hair. Brown Eyes. Does NOT Carry Elven ears. Bio: His father was a great fighter, then one day he gave Drak'kon his scimitars and went off into the Ice Cave Mountains. The father was never heard of again. Having no-one to protect his tribe, for they were under constant ogre raids, he took up his fathers legacy and became the town protector. He has grown wise over the years and, while still protecting his town, resides in a hut with the infamous Drizzt Do'Urden. Powers: Stealth, Herbs=Light Heal, Conjure Black Wolf X-Tra Stuff: Best Herb Forager in all surrounding villages

Ok, this is a story i am STILL writing, its meant to be part of a trio of books im going to get published...tell me what you think of it so far (P.S. I Have Spent [*5*] Days On This Story So Far) :blah: *=1 day (#4) was totally editing, no writing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One The Five Talons Inn One day at Kings Port a ship pulled in. As the anchors clattered into the bay of seaweed-infested waters, the boards creaked and a gangplank came down. Off it trudged a group of adventurers. ?Tis? good to see land again,? said one adventurer, tall and muscular, heaving his pack upon his shoulder. ?Aye, and quite a welcoming view of the merchant-folks,? a slender women with a black hooded cloak said, gesturing towards the marketplace and its bustling crowd of villagers. ?Now, don?t go thinking bout? any stealing Illesarea, we got business here, and we don?t want to get any unnecessary attention,? commanded a stout fellow, in his mid-thirties and seemingly the leader. ?I know Drak?kon, just commenting on how I must come back here some time?? and with that she started after the muscular one, already following Drak?kon to an inn of some sort. As Drak?kon neared the inn door he noticed a rotting sign creaking above the ill-kept door saying ?The Five Talons Inn.? Staring, a roadside beggar held out a hand, pleading for food or money. Tossing him a coin, Drak?kon pushed the door without even looking to see if the others were there. Five minutes later, he was asking Illesarea to check out the bard list, see if they could squeeze in some money for their travels. ?May, hic! I help you?? inquired a seemingly drunk bartender. ?Yes in fact, you may,? replied Drak?kon. ?Can you tell me if a fellow by the name of Ravéir comes by here lately?? he asked. ?I would say I could, but this Ravéir fellow came in yesterday night for a rest, and was found dead this morning, nothing stolen though, quite odd,? replied the bartender, coming out of intoxication. ?I thank you for telling me, this is?troubling news for me, goodbye then.? Drak?kon was walking towards the man on the other side of the bar, who could possibly give him a room?and some information on the death. Panting, Illesarea came jogging towards him. ?There is an opening in the show in five minutes, hurry!? They both went towards the stage to find the muscular one getting out their instruments. ?Hurry Reddilesar, give me my harp!? hissed Drak?kon. Handing the flute to Illesarea, and the harp to Drak?kon, Reddilesar pulled, not an instrument, but an attraction, flashing golden swords, specked with jewels of all colors and sizes. They went on the stage and started an old ballad past down from Drak?kon?s lineage for centuries. Reddilesar flashed the swords once, then twice, moving in rhythmic precision to the music. Illesarea softly played the flute, and it was enchanting music. For this reason, many people think of Illesarea as a half elf, though she bears not the ears or the ability to see in the dark. She is what most people would call a beautiful girl, from sight in her teens, but really in her twenties, who should not be going about fighting evil armies and adventuring. She has red hair, and blue eyes, though some would say they were bright green from a distance. She is a rogue of the night, depending on her instincts and her slender, skinny frame to keep from being detected. On the other hand, Reddilesar is strong, tall, and very muscular. He usually carries his two handed claymore on his back, using the sheath that is covered by his pack to keep it hidden. He has hazel-brown eyes and black hair. Drak?kon too has black hair and brown eyes, but is not as muscular as Reddilesar and double wields two scimitars that once belonged to his father?then one day he gave them to Drak?kon and left towards the Ice Cave Mountains in the north, and never returned. As the ballad came to a halt, the crowd cheered and sent gold pieces flying through the air at them. The group caught them gratefully, and left the stage. Unlocking the door to their room, Drak?kon noticed the next room was locked off by a trap and lock mages symbol. These are common symbols placed upon an object by a mage to keep anyone from getting inside. Drak?kon went over to it and examined it. ?Fine piece of work, don?t you agree?? came a voice from behind him. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with a wizened old mage. ?My name is Alakrion, the mage, and you are??? the old man asked. ?I am Drak?kon and these are my friends, Illesarea, and Reddilesar,? Drak?kon replied, gesturing toward his companions. ?May I inquire what you are doing here?? asked Alakrion. ?We have a room next door, and if this was Ravéir?s room, we were here to make a deal with him, only to find that he was murdered. Do you know anything about it?? Drak?kon said, eyeing Alakrion suspiciously. ?Nay, I know naught, I was just brought here to put a symbol of lock and trap on the door. If you suspect me of killing him, that?s ludicrous! I don?t even have a single parchment or scroll that is of black magic and necromancy. I only place warding spells and heal,? said Alakrion, looking stunned as if he was being framed. ?Alakrion, we mean not to frame you, we just wonder why he was killed now, when we were coming to see him of?but no, he is dead and we must sleep and depart in the morning, good night,? and Drak?kon turned towards his door, motioned for the others to follow, and was about to shut the door behind him when, ?Wait! May I join you in your travels? I am a good healer and can place enchantments of good will on you. I want to prove my goodness!? Alakrion pleaded on, even after Drak?kon shut the door. Hesitating, then more widely, Drak?kon opened the door again and spoke, ?Fine, we need a good mage, and you seem fit. Come, you may sleep on the extra blankets for our journey home, tomorrow we sail back to the town of Amothkrain, and we wait until our next voyage?? and he turned around leading Alakrion to the bags of extra necessities and then shut the door. The room was stuffy, and had the fragrance of herbs in the air. Only the area near that wasn?t toxicated with the smell was the window, which itself was but a shattered piece of glass in the wall leading to the farm in the back, where the barley was grown for the beer. The room had 3 so-called beds and a bench. There was a fireplace, or fire hole more like it, in the corner of the room, across from the door. There was nothing else much too it, except for the bag on the wall with non-spoilable provisions for snacks to the visitors. ?Well, lets get out our sleeping garments, but don?t unpack! We leave at dawn tomorrow,? and with that Drak?kon sleepily dragged his feet towards his pack leaning on the bedpost. After dressing, they all went into deep sleep, exhausted from the day?s experiences. At about 2:40 in the morning, though, Drak?kon woke to the sounds of crashing objects. He quickly woke the others and took his scimitars from under his pillow; he always kept them there for emergencies. Creeping outside, he saw that the once-sealed door was ajar and the noises were coming from within. Stealthily picking his way around a heap of rubble, mostly remnants of furniture, a broken chair leg here, a piece of bed sheet there, and was confronted by a mage of seemingly great powers. Creeping around the debris, he got in a position were he could grasp the mage from behind. All of a sudden, Reddilesar came bounding in, followed by Illesarea. The mage, distracted by his companion?s battle cries, did not see Drak?kon lunging forth. Grabbing the mage ?round the neck, Drak?kon gave a triumphant yell. ?Fool! You should never sneak up on a wizard!? hissed the wizard, bearing a lizard-man?s tongue. ?Well, well, a lizard-man! Never thought your kind was smart enough to learn the art of magic,? insulted Reddilesar, a nemesis of the lizard-kin due to both his parents being killed in a lizard-man raid. ?Now Reddilesar, calm yourself, before we do anything with him we must get some information,? stated Drak?kon. ?To start, what were you doing here lizard-man?!? inquired Reddilesar without mercy for the animal. ?I was seeking any evidence of the assassins trail fools! I owed a debt to Ravéir for reasons I have no time to explain, the least I can do for him is destroy his killer,? the lizard-man explained, trying not to hiss too much. ?What any man would do to get a lizard-man?s debt is beyond me, but it seems a likely story,? commented Illesarea. ?Aye, but I still don?t trust the thing,? Reddilesar scolded. ?Lighten up human, if you must know, the band I travel with are not nomads. They live in a cave in the Ice Cave Mountains by a geyser which allows them to keep warm and grow crops,? stated the lizard-man, seemingly glad to get it off his chest. ?What kind of crops? I?ve never heard of crops being able to grow up in the Ice Cave Mountains,? Alakrion asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. ?The fungus kind, mushrooms and other such things,? Illesarea said, answering the question for him. ?You are a smart girl,? commented the lizard-man, seeing the wise part of the expert thief. ?Thank you,? Illesarea replied, not changing her tone from the ?stately? manner when she addressed Alakrion. ?Well, I?m guessing we all want to kill something, so, against my better judgment, lets go with this lizard-man and give Ravéir?s killer something he will never forget,? Drak?kon told the others. ?Fine, just keep out of my way when I cast a spell, I favor fireballs,? the lizard-man agreed. Chapter Two The Forest Secret As Drak?kon trudged along the worn dusty path leading to Amothkrain, their supply point before setting out towards the mountains, he noticed signs of early travel up ahead. ?Stop, I see some markings here, be wary, there might be an ambu-? Drak?kon?s words were cut off as orcs pounded in from all sides, yelling there battle cries of death and woe for there victims. Immediately, Drak?kon pulled out his scimitars, yelling for the others to fall back. Concentrating on quick and accurate strikes, Drak?kon preferred to let his opponents get exhausted trying to stop him rather than giving heavy, maiming strikes. As the orcs grew weary and fell to Drak?kon?s death blows, the ones farther back started to run away. ?Aesh-Da? Vaer éclor?en toffen Masha!? murmured Alakrion, pointing his forefinger and thumb in an L shape at the retreating orcs. Immediately, the orcs froze in their tracks, seemingly paralyzed. ?I thought you said you were but a healer,? Drak?kon teased sarcastically. ?I am, sometimes I have to use this spell t keep my patients from kicking and flailing, it seemed the right situation for it now, I needed to get rid of my excess energy anyway,? Alakrion retorted, trying to sound dignified. ?Well, at least your good for something,? smirked Reddilesar, trying to sound like magic was nothing compared to his ?shiny? claymore. Before Alakrion could retort, Illesarea signaled everyone that she had found something. By the time the group gathered round, she was already crawling inside a large rectangle-shaped hole in the stone face. Inside the cave were old caravans and crates of merchandise. Upon looking inside a few of these crates, she found a few copper pieces and a key. Wondering what the key could be for, she stumbled on a giant chest with a lock on it. As the placed the key inside, it snapped. Calling to Reddilesar for help, she began to pull the chest open. As Reddilesar came over, he saw a shaft of metal. Using it like a crowbar, he pried open the chest, revealing roughly 600 gold coins and two half-buried items. Upon seeing the items, the lizard-man ran over and scooped them up. ?These are Ravéir?s. It?s his favorite flask and his family emblem pin, the lizard man hissed. ?How do you recognize them?? Drak?kon said, with a bit of suspicion. ?He showed them to be, he quoted, ?and this, Mhoram, is my-? the lizard-man cut himself off, knowing now that he had just revealed his most secret thing: his name. ?So, you have a name, Mhoram was it? It?s very?nice? Alakrion commented.