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[Mage of Kraa]

This is my first adventure thread, so bear with me.
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The Sylvan elves and the the Humans of Nartal have been at war for years. They have fought for so long, not even the greatest loremasters of the elves or oldest scrolls od the humans remember the reason. All they have is a burning hatred for the other race in their hearts, and the desire to wipe them off the earth. The battles between the races have lowered the number of their troops, but still they fight on...

... But a threat is rising. A threat to both of the weakening empires. Unless something is done quickly, both empires will be wiped from the earth. This is where our story begins...
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Here's what you need for your character:

Name:
Race(either human or elf):
Description:
Bio:

And thats it. Here's mine:

Name:Langal
Race:Elf
Description: Stands roughly at 5 foot 6 with short dirty blonde hair. Left handed with a sword on his right hip. Carries Allamath, a wooden bow with Elf runes and a matching quiver almost everywhere.
Bio: A strong beleiver in the Sylvan cause, Langal joined the Sylvan army at the age of 98(a relatively young age for elves). Skilled with a bow and in the arts of stealth(and fairly good with a sword), Langal led many small ambushes against the humans of Nartal. On one of these raids, his unit was completely destroyed. Fortunatly there was only one of member of the human unit left alive, and Langal quikcly dispatched him. Wounded and behind enemy lines, he switched into an enemy uniform and was found by a party of humans searching for survivers of the unit that was dispatched by Langal's raid. He has since posed as a human footsoldier.
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You'll find out what the thread name has to do with the story when we get into the story a little

[spike speigel]

Hm, I like it. I think I'll join....


Name: Percius Navan

Race: Human

Descrpition: A tall man with black hair. He alwasy has his red cloak on his back and his beloved spear in his hand. He usually uses silver chain mail as his armor of choice.

Bio: A man at the age of 32, Percius has been fighting the war for many years. He is completely ruthless on the battlefield and has seemingly no weakness. However, he does have one. He has been afraid of lightning ever since he was young. His father was killed right in front of his eyes by a bolt of lightning, which is why Percius rarely stays outside during thunder storms. he has never revelaed this to anyone, in fear that it might cause his downfall if anyone knew.

[Rhys Mayiessen]

[color=skyblue]I'll join^^

Name: Shayleigh Minyatur

Race: Elf (of course what else do you think I'd be?)

Description: Shayleigh has long dirty blond hair and forest green eyes. Like any elf she is slender and about 5 foot 7. She usually wears a pale blue tunic and brown leather pants. Carries a bow with a quvier of arrow everywhere she goes.

Bio: At the age of 100 Shayleigh became known to the elven army and they chose her to lead a small band of elves to the war against human kind. She personally has had nothing against the humans but hatred for them is in her blood. Though she may look defenceless on the outside never underestimate her power. That's one of the reasons the elven army chose her for a commander.

I hope that's okay^^[/color]

[Xra]

Well its about time ya put this up MOK, but I'll join anyway
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Name: Neo (ney-O)

Race: Elf

Description: Long golden hair, pale face, Black tunic, Red hooded cape, scars on face, stands 7 foot, carries a bastard sword on right hip, red eyes, bow with arrows on back, I think that should do it...

Bio: At 252 years old, he's been a loner for many ages. Many Elven legends say he was possesed by a demon, which calls for the red eyes. He's been in the war, but never fought. He knew a more powerful force was comming and he'd be the only one ready to fight it...

[Guest visser 3]

name:Chaos

Race:elf

Description:5'7 very muscular,masters in the art of tae kwon do.Has a staff that is very deadly when used.

Bio:At 101 he has been training for the day the evil arised.He was given his staff by his father before he died.

[Deedlit]

[color=009966]Name: Elsyan Airserke

Race: Elf

Description: see attachment

Bio: Not one that likes to fight, Elsyan prefers to remain neutral durring the war, but since her father's a general for the elven military, he continuously badgers her to use her magic that she was gifted with and take part in the battles. When she thought she couldn't take the pressure anymore, Elsyan ran away and now travels from place to place. When she's in danger from wandering bands of humans, she uses her magic to stun her enemies and escapes. Thus she has been able to stay alive all these years.

Let me know if I need to change anything.
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[Xra]

so it stands

Elves: 5
Humans: 3

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Hmmm. I'll even out the human side I believe.

Name: Rali Kreigyr
Race: Human
Description: Six foot tall, and as slender as a blade. Has shoulder length, raven hair that is worn free. Features are fair, but very, very cold. Eyes are grey, with black flecks. Nose is aquiline, and thin. Mouth is somewhat thin, though with full, expressive lips. Strong, but not heavy cheek bones.

Rali is very thin, weighing only 110 pounds, but he possess a tight, wiry musculature that is easy to underestimate. He wears long, leather black pants, with black leather boots. His torso is covered by a long sleeved shirt done in a strange, almost marble black and white pattern.
Bio: Rali's parents were killed in an elvish raid, but, unlike most such circumstances, he didn't bear a grudge. Not against the elves anyway. In reality, he hated his fellow humans, for allowing his parents to be killed. He basically took up the life of a ranger or druid, living alone in the forest. Many of his fellow humans thought he had taken up with the elves, and most elves think him a spy for the humans.

In reality, Rali simply doesn't care about anything. He lives because he doesn't have anything better to do.

Altercations have taught him how to fight, and more importantly, how to kill. Lacks finesse, though he has a natural grace, in a fight he tends to rely on outright brutality, speed and agility. When he bothers to use weapons, he sticks to daggers. Doesn't like the encumberment of anything larger.[/font][/color]

[DeathKnight]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken Xantoh Rota

[b]Race[/b]: Human

[b]Age[/b]: 36

[b]Description[/b]: He is a towering man, 7'3 at least, who has a very muscular build that matches it. He has a scarred body from serving in the long, drawn out war for the past 20 years. His hair is a messy sort of black, that hangs lazily down to just above his shoulders, drapeing over his eyes and a good portion of his face. Past the hair are his hazel eyes, which have a tribal flare to them, a touch of his primal roots blazeing as large as a bonfire.

His usual attire is that of merely baggy, pants that are made of a , in IRL stands, denim-like material, the darkest black being its color. He wears no shirt, prefering to show off his many tribal tattoos that grace his chest and right arm. He carries around a massive [url=http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/loth/m/e/meyer/axe2.jpg]battleaxe[/url], it, generally, resting on his shoulder. Besides that, he has a small shield for his own defensive purposes.

[b]Bio[/b]: He hails from a distant land, where a large tribe of people untouched by the long war between the Elves and Humans slowly prospers, as best as a primal tribe can. Finally, one day, a search party of the Elves spotted the bustling community, unbeknownest to them. Within half a week, the town was in flames, all casulaties except for a small, messy haired boy, who was left for dead in the wake, a lethal swordwound punctureing his abdomen. After that, all he remembers is a slow blackness, and the wandering echos of a young womans voice, worriedly asking if he was alright.

Over the course of the next few weeks, he lay in a coma, the odd tattoos on his body pulsating as soon as nightfall came, day in, day out. Finally, after laying in a coma for a month, he came to in the midst of a Human town. From then on out, he swore revenge on the Elves, to slay everyone of them, to make them feel the pain he felt, to avenge his people as the last of the Tribe.

Returning to the debries as soon as he was 14, he scrummeged through the rubble, finding a large battleaxe and a shield, amongst other things. He could barely lift both, at that age, but he was determined to become an Axewarrior like his father had been. Over the years, he trained in strength and speed, as his size grew to an abnormal level- for a human, not for a tribesmen. Finally finishing his basic training at 16, he went into service, and a grueling 20 years later he landed himself as a Supervisor for a small unit of fighters, declineing any other offers that might keep him off the battlefield. His mastery of the Axe and defensive wonders with a shield keep him alive and well known in both warring sides, the echoing grunts he emits as he continue his training even years later reverberating in your mind.

With a small wealth under his belt, and expierence on the battlefield, he can only hope that this war will end eventually- Even if it hasnt for as long as either race can remember. How long will the need for bloodhed and revenge last for him? [/color]

[Mage of Kraa]

Ok we have enough people. I'm gonna start the thread now

Deedlit, you can post as soon as you give your character

[Carren Heart]

will you allow others to join?