Lionheart Posted November 21, 2006 Share Posted November 21, 2006 [CENTER][IMG]http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000A2UCI8.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg[/IMG] [/CENTER] [SIZE=1] [CENTER][B]Orphen III [/B] [/CENTER] Hello? If you are reading this right now, you have decided to take a peek at the new RP, Orphen III. This is an RP based on the manga/anime of Orphen. We?re though not going over the past, but the future. Orphen III Story will be based on majority fantasy and some comedy. (Don?t want it just about killing monsters and getting the prize.) This RP will be different though. A chapter system, which will be free, but used mainly for a ?guideline?. Another would be certain points in the RP, the characters will receive choices, which would effect the RP in many ways. Could be bad in many ways, yet maybe good rewarding ways also. I hope everyone will look at this RP as something fun to do and will give this story a chance. Thank you. [B][CENTER]Prologue[/CENTER][/B] The forest was quiet, It seemed the new moon has made everything go to sleep. Except one. A young man, no younger then fifteen sat against an old tree. He wore rags that were drenched in blood. His hands were covered so much in blood, it looked like he was wearing bloody mittens. He stared at the sky, lost in space and didn?t seem to him that time applied. To lay there, to die. Sound. The forest awoke as the galloping of horses entered the forestry range. The pack of thieves stopped, making a circle around child. The thieves too were covered in blood, yet in their eyes, they we?re hungry for more. The child, though paid not attention and stared t the sky as if the thieves didn?t exist. ?This is the kid, I?m sure of it!!? roared a frontrunner of the pack as the roared with pleasure. ?I say. We torture him until he begs for his dead village to raise up and save him!? The pulled out their weapons as the bandits made a war cry. The child made movement for the first time. His face showed pain as tears ran down his eyes. His hand curled into a shaky fist. The men didn?t care. They broke away from their cries and charged the tree, searching for blood. A blinding light appeared I front of the child as it shinned throughout the forest. A war cry went from a cry of pain and of mercy. All went silent. The thieves laid on the ground around the child. Puddles of blood scattered around the young teen. Nothing stood alive around him. Except one. A figure stood in the piles of blood and body parts. The mysteries character wore a white cloak and hid that hid his face from others. The vibe from the figure felt like the child could trust him. ?Will I ever be save?? He whispered, grabbing his knees and huddling close. The young teen tried hard not to cry again. Crying would only bring back memories. The cloak stood , facing the child. He held he held out his hand. By instinct, The child slowly got upon his feet and walked to his fate. The instant the child touched the cloak?s hand, they were teleported from sight. Away from the forest, away from his bad memories. The two were transported on top of a tower. The child gasped as he looked around. It seemed he could touch the clouds. He looked down and couldn?t believe his eyes. His family, his village stood at the bottom of the tower, smiling happily at him. ?How do I get down there??!!? He shouted with glee as he turned, but he stood alone. He looked down at his family and fellow villagers. He saw them now looking behind them to see suits of soldiers running at them. One by one, they killed his friends, family, his life all over again. He closed his eyes and fell to his knees. He scream until he passed out. ?I cannot have my best soldier out of my formations against the Arcandian army. Zapth, May I ask why you go against my rulings to obtain a mindless child that his village has been destroyed?? A large man wearing the same cloak as Zapth, but who showed his face. His face was large with black hair going back. His purple eyes shinned even throughout the darkness of the room. Zapth stood near the window, silent without an answer. The door opened as a black cloak came in. He bowed at his grace, then to Zapth. ?Lord Jukamono, Master Zapth. News from the front. We have claimed victory over the east Serpent coast.? He bowed to his two lords and left without a word no less. ?I?ve seen the child and his power. H will be some use to us.? Zapth whispered as Jukamono turned to listen. ?So you but him in a illusion chamber for?? The Lord questioned, as Zapth walked past his lord to the door. ?Anger and sorrow bring out his full power. I only put him in there to fuel his rage.? He left Jukamono in in silence and in total darkness. [CENTER]*****[/CENTER] Alexander, Capital of Arcadia The sun broke through the barriers of the blinds as it hit the tanned skin of a young man?s face. The man twitched as he awoke from his dreamy sleep. More sunlight broke through as the light beamed on him. He grinded his teeth as he grew tired of the light. Then he snapped. The busy alleyway was busier then ever as people rushed to attain their goods. A mailman from the royal castle marched through the poor side of the city and made his way to a torn up house that was seized between two other houses. He climbed the steps and cleared his voice before knocking. Before he curled his knuckles, he heard a silent roaring from inside. ?I?m tired of this Crappy Window!!? A blue light shinned between the cracks of the door and the window on the side. A large explosion boomed throughout the small alley, blowing rocks and smoke everywhere. The alley people paid no attention as they were use to the violent outburst of the sorcerer, Orphen. The mailman laid on the ground, his nose bleeding terribly. His hand, holding an envelope, stood up from his body. ?D-e-l-i-v-e-r-y?.? He mumbled as half of his body was covered in bricks and material from the house. Orphen snatched the message and didn?t care so much if the man was injured or not. He ripped it up and scanned the message carefully. Dear, Krylancello The Royal Family of Arcadia would like to invite you to lunch. We would like to discuss further matters on our country?s future. We hope to see you here? And yes, the lunch is free. [I]Your friend, King Malomantre Orphen made a scowl as he threw the message at the unconscious deliveryman. He knew they were going to ask for help on the war, only a matter of time. He sighed as he got dressed. Well, Majic and Cleao are gone. Why not? Bout time he do something for the kingdom. He left into the street, towards the castle, unknowing what really awaits him. [/I] ____________________________________________________________________ Let us begin. The story is about two nations fighting over ground. Nothing new. The nation of Heliania raged war against Arcadia. The Heliania are dressed in numerous of uniforms describing which rank they are. Silver cloak- King, Supreme ruler White Cloak- Archmage, Master of all Magic Black Cloak- Blackmage, Master of Physical elemental Magic White/red cloak- Whitemage, Master of Healing and enhancing Magic Blue cloak- Bluemage, master of stealing magic and teleporting magic Red Cloak- Redmage, soldier of very little of all magic and melee combat. (The world is set in a fantasy reality. Airships fly the skies and horses control the roads. No guns are in this world whatsoever. ) The story will continue as the characters are summon to a meeting to the castle. A company will be assemble to set out through the Heliania territory and to obtain a powerful weapons in an ancient temple left by the Arcadian gods. The story will unfold into plot twists and betrayals. Again, it will be run by a free chapter system, and will change to the next chapter after a certain goal is completed. Certain choices will be given to the characters and the choices will effect on how a upcoming fate will be applied. The kingdom as assemble and sent messages to the best in the kingdom for the dangerous quest. [B][CENTER]The Characters[/CENTER][/B] [B]Navigator-[/B] This character knows the land very well. Not much as a fighter, but knows how to cook, set camp, communication skills, etc. A key character in the story for the group. Without one, the company would be lost. [B]Knight-[/B] A knight is sworn to the nation and is loyal to the king no matter what. The heavy dealer in a battle and is usually a ?tank?, which takes the most blows in the battle. Doesn?t know any or few magic spells. Very weak Magic defense. [B]Ranger-[/B] A character of nature. A fighter that doesn?t cause a lot of damage unlike a knight, but is quick and agile. A forest is his best fighting grounds. Also has an art of thievery under the character?s belt. [B]Alchemist- [/B] A master of potion making in the group. The character also performs alchemy in battles and uses ?Transmutation Circles.? A key member in the group, for use of healing the other members. The character also is well informed about herbs, medicines, etc. [B]Mercenary-[/B] This is a Character that could be anything really. Could be a sword for hire, or a mage searching for more power. This character is sort of a ?free? spot and anyone can make their own desires. [B]Priestess-[/B] A character that performs healings arts. A very valuable character in the story. Not a weak one in battle though, can hold it?s own like a normal soldier. [B]Spirit Monk-[/B] This character is a monk that uses his spiritual energy to fight. Uses his fists for weapons, but can use spirit energy to fire at his enemies. Spirit energy can used in many ways, both for physical attacks or healing methods. Though, Spirit energy is hard to attain back, thus the character must rest for long periods of time after using spirit energy. [B][CENTER]Sign-up[/CENTER][/B] Sign-ups are going to be different. This was used in earlier RP?s and will be used now. Sign-ups should be written between 500 to 1000 words. The pieces should include: Your Characters: Job (ones above) Your Characters: Name Your Characters: Age Your Characters: Gender Your Characters: Personality You may also describe the appearance or attach a picture. Many other details may be added also, etc(weapons). I hope everyone who reads this will join and give this RP thought. Thank you. [/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Deadpool Posted November 22, 2006 Share Posted November 22, 2006 [color=darkred][size=2][font=book antiqua]Cool Haven't heard anything about Orhpen in a while. [b]"Kizan Hilsen. Finally glad to meet you in person. Your repuation precedes you"[/b] The man at the table rose to meet the black cloaked person as a somewhat dark voice came out of the depths from under the hood. [b]"That is not always a good thing depending on where you go"[/b] He sat down as the man grew uncomfertable. [b]"There is no need for secrets here, my friend. We are perfect safe in my lavish ho..."[/b] His hand slowly rose to the dagger that was now embedded in his throat. The four guards around the table blinked in surprise as none of them even saw the stranger move. At once they closed in on Kizan as he flipped backwards away from them and whipped his cloak off. A pair of light gray eyes full of blood and death stopped the guards in their tracks. The man stood clothed in a dark red suit of battle armor that seemed to be straight out of hell with its many spikes and demonic looking designs. His entire left arm was covered from the shoulder to the gauntlet while his right arm only had a forearm band and a bicep band and a darkred guantlet. The rest of his body was fully covered as well. Several strands of long white hair fell out from underneath the helmet as he reached to his hips and pulled off the two bladed and spiked tonfas. The left one clinked into place on his armor with the three foot scimtar blade pointed straight back while the right one spun in his hand in a blur. The guards looked at each other before rushing. Three fell with their throats cut after several quick blurs. The fourth turned and ran making Kizan laugh. He held out his hand as a thin pillar of black shot from his hand through the man's chest. He sheathed his tonfas then spun drawing the large broadsword on his back at the sound of clapping, then sheathed it. [b]"William"[/b] A somewhat heavy set man came into the building. [b]"Thank you Kizan. It is a good thing you only trained 23 years of your 27 year life or you would be the best mercenary there is"[/b] He set a rather large bag of money down on the table. Kizan searched the bodies getting anything of value then smiled at William. [b]"i am the best"[/b] He threw the cloak back voer him hidding his features as William fell dead on the ground with a dagger in his throat. Kizan searched him until he was satisfied then grabbed the bag and left[/font][/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Imp Posted November 23, 2006 Share Posted November 23, 2006 OOC: Your hopes were answered--for now. IC: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color=purple]There sat Maridra, mindlessly gazing into the crystal ball in front of her as usual. She did this most everyday, as she really had not much else to do in this lonely world. So she looked into the crystal, at first seeing only a face staring back at her, with short, grayish-purple hair, deep purple eyes, looking about in her late 30's. This was nothing special, only her reflection. But as time went by, this started to fade, until there was absolutely nothing inside the mystic sphere. At that point, Maridra thought she could hear sounds around her, something like a woodpecker pecking a tree especially... but at that point she didn't pay much attention. It probably was just a woodpecker outside, in the forest near where she lived. Meanwhile, an elf dressed in a mainly green outfit and appearing to be in her teens was knocking on the door of a lonely wooden house. After waiting a few moments, nobody answered--but this was no surprising news to her. Besides, the door was not locked, so she just went in. Walking through the dimly lit house, the elf passed by a few small rooms, all of which had no doors and were used primarily for storage. One room held all sorts of bottles and a few scattered cauldrons here and there, indicating the presence of a practiced potion-maker. There was even something in the process of brewing, over a small stone fireplace in the center of the room. Another such room was empty, except for a few stones placed in peculiar locations on the floor, almost like a pattern. That was it, no washroom, no kitchen... but there was a closed door at the far end of the hall. The elf, having been to this house many times before, knew that beyond this door was where the resident of the house usually spent her time. So she opened the door which was again unlocked, slowly and quietly as possible. Inside the room was a familiar sight--Maridra sitting at a table with a crystal ball on it. "Nettle?" Maridra asked, for she had just seen the elf's reflection in the crystal ball. She looked to her right and saw the real elf standing there. "I hope I wasn't disturbing you..." Nettle whispered. "Having company is better anyways," Maridra replied, feeling at least a little better now that she wasn't alone. "I have already spent twenty-five years mostly in this room, doing exactly what I was before..." "Have you seen anything?" Nettle asked. "I saw Orphen again, for about the thirtieth time. I have gotten suspicions that Heliania and Arcadia are in some sort of dispute or conflict, but I am not sure what kind..." "You could fly over and find out," Nettle suggested. "I know you're fairly weak in your raven form, but as a dragon you'd be safe even if there is a war going on." All Maridra did was look out the window--she saw that the sun had gone down a little and touched the tops of the trees. "Well, I was planning to go over to the village this late afternoon," Maridra commented as she stood up and walked out of the room, past Nettle. Then she turned into the room Nettle had passed before, the one lit by the glow of the small fire. A little cauldron was perched over it. So then Maridra carefully placed her palm under the cauldron, then quickly flipped her hand over. The fire was extinguished, and the cauldron had cooled down enough to be picked up. Then Maridra went over to the other room, the one with all the stones in it. As soon as she knelt down and touched the stone nearest to her, sparks of energy flew from the stone, creating a circle of light that weaved through and around the other stones. Then, the larger stone in the center glowed and began to change form. After all was done, there was nothing in the room--instead of stones, there was a small bag that looked full. When Maridra picked it up, it made a sound like jingling coins--exactly what it was. "In case I need it when I'm in the village," Maridra added as she headed outside. Nettle made no comment and just stood in the hall.[/color] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now may I add a picture of Maridra: [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25528]--click here--[/url] **I didn't state what Maridra's job is, but I hope I left enough implications of that... EDIT: Oh, I see someone else signed up as an alchemist... Oh well, if you don't want two alchemists in this RPG, I can sign up as Nettle instead, as she would be more like a ranger... and plus I have a couple of other character ideas as well. Your call. **Yes, I know my signup seems long, but I copied/pasted it into Word and it said it contains 700-something words... weird, it seems much longer than that to me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... konske Posted November 24, 2006 Share Posted November 24, 2006 "Are you crazy, Sil? What do you think you will do in a time of war like this? You are only 19. This is rediculous." An elderly lady said, watching the young man pach his bags. "Mother, listen to me. I did not volenteer for this job. I was asked. I have to do this. It is important to me. I feel tha I will be able to find my fahter out there somhow." He gave a comforting smile to his mother as he finished packing his bags by putting a few bottles of liquids in them. "Sil, if you find him, what are you going to do?" His mother asked, sitting down on the bad, watching him take his shirt off and put another one on. "You were the one that told me that I would know what to say if I ever saw him agian. So, now is my chance for it, to find him out in the world, and get pain at the same time." He laughed to himself as his mother began to cry. "Mom, please, I know what I am doing." He slid on the last glove, then turned them palm up to look at them. "Good, there are no damages in the circles." He placed both hands together then touched his bed as it changed into a pile of lumber. "You need the lumber more than you need my bed. Please, do not worry about me." He kissed her on the cheek and smiled one last time before taking his first steps out of the house. "Listen you little alchemist. You be kind out there. Be tough, do not let people tred over you. Be like you always are, kind, strong, stuborn, happy. Be yourself. Please, and come home to me." His mother said, crying as he made his way over the hill, and twards the location on the letter. He smiled to himself as he started to run. "This is it. Sil, the alchemist, here to help in anyway possible. MY skills include,: transmutations and potions. I can make something out of anything, so you name it, I will do it." He giggled as he looked up at the sky as he started running even faster twards this location. Here is a picture of Sil. Click [URL=http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q196/griff189/dude.jpg]Here[/URL] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Lionheart Posted November 26, 2006 Author Share Posted November 26, 2006 [COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Sazabi [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The Mercenary in the story[/B] Nefertimon [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The Alchemist of the story[/B] konske [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The 2nd Alchemist of the story[/B] I have liked all three of the quality sign ups. I am still going over about two alchemist, but it shouldn't be a problem. if you two feel to change jobs, you shall. Good work so far. I shall post mine tomorrow or so. Let's keep it coming...[/SIZE][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... Create an account or sign in to comment You need to be a member in order to leave a comment Create an account Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy! Register a new account Sign in Already have an account? Sign in here. Sign In Now Share More sharing options... Followers 0 Go to topic listing All Activity Home OtakuBoards Theater Orphen III [PG- V,L] × Existing user? Sign In Sign Up Browse Back Forums Calendar Staff Online Users Leaderboard Activity Back All Activity Search Otakupedia Graphic Worm theOtaku Chat × Create New...
Deadpool Posted November 22, 2006 Share Posted November 22, 2006 [color=darkred][size=2][font=book antiqua]Cool Haven't heard anything about Orhpen in a while. [b]"Kizan Hilsen. Finally glad to meet you in person. Your repuation precedes you"[/b] The man at the table rose to meet the black cloaked person as a somewhat dark voice came out of the depths from under the hood. [b]"That is not always a good thing depending on where you go"[/b] He sat down as the man grew uncomfertable. [b]"There is no need for secrets here, my friend. We are perfect safe in my lavish ho..."[/b] His hand slowly rose to the dagger that was now embedded in his throat. The four guards around the table blinked in surprise as none of them even saw the stranger move. At once they closed in on Kizan as he flipped backwards away from them and whipped his cloak off. A pair of light gray eyes full of blood and death stopped the guards in their tracks. The man stood clothed in a dark red suit of battle armor that seemed to be straight out of hell with its many spikes and demonic looking designs. His entire left arm was covered from the shoulder to the gauntlet while his right arm only had a forearm band and a bicep band and a darkred guantlet. The rest of his body was fully covered as well. Several strands of long white hair fell out from underneath the helmet as he reached to his hips and pulled off the two bladed and spiked tonfas. The left one clinked into place on his armor with the three foot scimtar blade pointed straight back while the right one spun in his hand in a blur. The guards looked at each other before rushing. Three fell with their throats cut after several quick blurs. The fourth turned and ran making Kizan laugh. He held out his hand as a thin pillar of black shot from his hand through the man's chest. He sheathed his tonfas then spun drawing the large broadsword on his back at the sound of clapping, then sheathed it. [b]"William"[/b] A somewhat heavy set man came into the building. [b]"Thank you Kizan. It is a good thing you only trained 23 years of your 27 year life or you would be the best mercenary there is"[/b] He set a rather large bag of money down on the table. Kizan searched the bodies getting anything of value then smiled at William. [b]"i am the best"[/b] He threw the cloak back voer him hidding his features as William fell dead on the ground with a dagger in his throat. Kizan searched him until he was satisfied then grabbed the bag and left[/font][/size][/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imp Posted November 23, 2006 Share Posted November 23, 2006 OOC: Your hopes were answered--for now. IC: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [color=purple]There sat Maridra, mindlessly gazing into the crystal ball in front of her as usual. She did this most everyday, as she really had not much else to do in this lonely world. So she looked into the crystal, at first seeing only a face staring back at her, with short, grayish-purple hair, deep purple eyes, looking about in her late 30's. This was nothing special, only her reflection. But as time went by, this started to fade, until there was absolutely nothing inside the mystic sphere. At that point, Maridra thought she could hear sounds around her, something like a woodpecker pecking a tree especially... but at that point she didn't pay much attention. It probably was just a woodpecker outside, in the forest near where she lived. Meanwhile, an elf dressed in a mainly green outfit and appearing to be in her teens was knocking on the door of a lonely wooden house. After waiting a few moments, nobody answered--but this was no surprising news to her. Besides, the door was not locked, so she just went in. Walking through the dimly lit house, the elf passed by a few small rooms, all of which had no doors and were used primarily for storage. One room held all sorts of bottles and a few scattered cauldrons here and there, indicating the presence of a practiced potion-maker. There was even something in the process of brewing, over a small stone fireplace in the center of the room. Another such room was empty, except for a few stones placed in peculiar locations on the floor, almost like a pattern. That was it, no washroom, no kitchen... but there was a closed door at the far end of the hall. The elf, having been to this house many times before, knew that beyond this door was where the resident of the house usually spent her time. So she opened the door which was again unlocked, slowly and quietly as possible. Inside the room was a familiar sight--Maridra sitting at a table with a crystal ball on it. "Nettle?" Maridra asked, for she had just seen the elf's reflection in the crystal ball. She looked to her right and saw the real elf standing there. "I hope I wasn't disturbing you..." Nettle whispered. "Having company is better anyways," Maridra replied, feeling at least a little better now that she wasn't alone. "I have already spent twenty-five years mostly in this room, doing exactly what I was before..." "Have you seen anything?" Nettle asked. "I saw Orphen again, for about the thirtieth time. I have gotten suspicions that Heliania and Arcadia are in some sort of dispute or conflict, but I am not sure what kind..." "You could fly over and find out," Nettle suggested. "I know you're fairly weak in your raven form, but as a dragon you'd be safe even if there is a war going on." All Maridra did was look out the window--she saw that the sun had gone down a little and touched the tops of the trees. "Well, I was planning to go over to the village this late afternoon," Maridra commented as she stood up and walked out of the room, past Nettle. Then she turned into the room Nettle had passed before, the one lit by the glow of the small fire. A little cauldron was perched over it. So then Maridra carefully placed her palm under the cauldron, then quickly flipped her hand over. The fire was extinguished, and the cauldron had cooled down enough to be picked up. Then Maridra went over to the other room, the one with all the stones in it. As soon as she knelt down and touched the stone nearest to her, sparks of energy flew from the stone, creating a circle of light that weaved through and around the other stones. Then, the larger stone in the center glowed and began to change form. After all was done, there was nothing in the room--instead of stones, there was a small bag that looked full. When Maridra picked it up, it made a sound like jingling coins--exactly what it was. "In case I need it when I'm in the village," Maridra added as she headed outside. Nettle made no comment and just stood in the hall.[/color] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now may I add a picture of Maridra: [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=25528]--click here--[/url] **I didn't state what Maridra's job is, but I hope I left enough implications of that... EDIT: Oh, I see someone else signed up as an alchemist... Oh well, if you don't want two alchemists in this RPG, I can sign up as Nettle instead, as she would be more like a ranger... and plus I have a couple of other character ideas as well. Your call. **Yes, I know my signup seems long, but I copied/pasted it into Word and it said it contains 700-something words... weird, it seems much longer than that to me... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
konske Posted November 24, 2006 Share Posted November 24, 2006 "Are you crazy, Sil? What do you think you will do in a time of war like this? You are only 19. This is rediculous." An elderly lady said, watching the young man pach his bags. "Mother, listen to me. I did not volenteer for this job. I was asked. I have to do this. It is important to me. I feel tha I will be able to find my fahter out there somhow." He gave a comforting smile to his mother as he finished packing his bags by putting a few bottles of liquids in them. "Sil, if you find him, what are you going to do?" His mother asked, sitting down on the bad, watching him take his shirt off and put another one on. "You were the one that told me that I would know what to say if I ever saw him agian. So, now is my chance for it, to find him out in the world, and get pain at the same time." He laughed to himself as his mother began to cry. "Mom, please, I know what I am doing." He slid on the last glove, then turned them palm up to look at them. "Good, there are no damages in the circles." He placed both hands together then touched his bed as it changed into a pile of lumber. "You need the lumber more than you need my bed. Please, do not worry about me." He kissed her on the cheek and smiled one last time before taking his first steps out of the house. "Listen you little alchemist. You be kind out there. Be tough, do not let people tred over you. Be like you always are, kind, strong, stuborn, happy. Be yourself. Please, and come home to me." His mother said, crying as he made his way over the hill, and twards the location on the letter. He smiled to himself as he started to run. "This is it. Sil, the alchemist, here to help in anyway possible. MY skills include,: transmutations and potions. I can make something out of anything, so you name it, I will do it." He giggled as he looked up at the sky as he started running even faster twards this location. Here is a picture of Sil. Click [URL=http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q196/griff189/dude.jpg]Here[/URL] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lionheart Posted November 26, 2006 Author Share Posted November 26, 2006 [COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Sazabi [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The Mercenary in the story[/B] Nefertimon [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The Alchemist of the story[/B] konske [B](accepted)[/B] as [B]The 2nd Alchemist of the story[/B] I have liked all three of the quality sign ups. I am still going over about two alchemist, but it shouldn't be a problem. if you two feel to change jobs, you shall. Good work so far. I shall post mine tomorrow or so. Let's keep it coming...[/SIZE][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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