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Re: Returning To Her Old Friends « Result #2 on Aug 3, 2006, 7:50am »
The glimmer of his brooch as he fingered it eased her. Her blade placed back in its usual setting in the leather sheath upon her hip. One single strand of blonde hair seemed to be stubborn and fell into her face. "I am here to return to my friends. I had made them on my first ride for King James. They are very kind and welcoming ladies. Unusual though..." The look that was once fixated upon Ealdon was now on the house. Hoping that someone would open the door. Perhaps they were sleeping and she should make camp here for the night. The look on his face as he studied her, she could tell he thought that she was like no other. Fear had not taken over her in a while, ever since her first ride. That was the day she became an official Green Rider. Infact it was a long ride. Too many of the evil creatures and mercernaries did she encounter to keep that fear within her. There was no use for it. Her hand reached up towards her face to brush the strand out of her view. It fell again. Her hazel eyes that somehow had some kind of child still left within them gazed at the large man who stood before her. Studying him.. for something.
Re: Returning To Her Old Friends « Result #3 on Aug 2, 2006, 4:08pm »
"Ealdon," he replied, shaking her hand. He said his name with equal pride and ease. He replaced the shiv in a sheath on his boot, and leaned against the well, fingering the brooch around his neck. Ealdon was a Rider, if one of the more mysterious ones. "Unfortunately, Karigan, I don't know anyone around here. Just curious as t' why a Rider was out this late," he said, turning his eyes to the shadows. Ealdon was at least six feet tall, and more muscular than plenty of men. He obviously didn't want to fight, even if he had drawn a weapon. He was different, in more ways than one, from the other Riders. He smelled fear, but it was faint. Karigan was different than the other people he'd stalked. She didn't seem as afraid as the others had. And that intruiged him. His eyes went back to Karigan, studying her. Ealdon was one of the things that go bump in the night.
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Re: Returning To Her Old Friends « Result #4 on Aug 2, 2006, 11:25am »
Her attention was brought towards this stranger of the dark. Past experiences forced memories of those who seemed to allow themselves to be shadow covered. They were not good ones. As to this she placed her hand upon her blade that was inherited from the old Green Rider F'ryan Coblebay. It slid so easily into her grip. The broch that was in her hand shone in the glimmering moonlight that poked from in between the tall trees that covered the place. How could he have known of this place? There was no answer at the door so she seemed to have no other choice but to answer him. "Yes, I seem to enjoy the night rides. Do you know the Berry sisters who live here?" Hoping that he would be of some kind of friend as she wished not to battle. It was late and The Horse was already settled in for the night. Standing up her height decieved her bravery. She was only that of a child height, about 5 feet exact. Her long blonde hair fell into her face. Brushing it slightly out of the way, one strand seemed to linger. Riding boots crunched upon the gravel as she made her way closer to him. Hand still clutched upon her blade as the other outstretched to reach for his in a handshake. "Karigan." She spoke her name with ease and pride. She was one of this Kings best Riders. Who was this mysterious man?
Re: Returning To Her Old Friends « Result #5 on Aug 1, 2006, 3:03am »
A man had seen her come, he'd followed her in the shadows. He'd watched her, almost stalked her, with an animalistic intrest. From the shadows, his black eyes flashed a silver eyeshine, but that was the only thing to give him away, for he was stealthy and clothed in black. His silver dagger, resembling a shiv, was held in his hand, for he knew not if she was friend or foe. Ealdon held himself in the position of a statue when she looked his way, and he wasn't seen. HE leaned agains tthe wall, and finally decided to say something. "Seems like I ain't the only one who likes midnight rides?" he asked, stepping from the darkest of shadows. He still held the shiv, and a small, blue flame seemed to lace the edges. His eyes seemed blacker than ebony, until they flahsed a silver-blue animalistic eyeshine.
Plot/backstory: .x| The story of Rona Island truely began about a decade ago. Before the mutants came the island was almost uninhabited with few species of birds, rodents, and rarely a small group of predetors, yet between every animal on the island there was a prophacy. It was said, In the coldest month the coldest star would fall. Winter came and went and soon the animals began to give up hope, until one cold night when a shooting star fell to the island. The star was cold but not as they had said, it was the most hostile star in the galaxy, two herds of pegasi those of the day and those of the night when the star fell it killed the king of the sun and that of the moon causing hostility to seize until the herds learned where they had landed. |x.
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.x| The great herds called upon a truce until the land was established, and after about a decade or so it has finally been made. Betas of the Light and Dark king became rulers and the rivalries have become stronger then ever battling over lands, over mates, foals, and such. The lands have become a fierce battle ground of the great creatures who now dwell here. |x.
.x|Will you become a part of our history?|x.
Species: Pegasus (for now)
Rating: PG-13
Skill level: Every level may come, classes are opened for beginner RP-ers
Activity level: None yet, we are brand new, but with every member comes more activity.
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Returning To Her Old Friends « Result #7 on Jul 28, 2006, 4:37pm »
The sound of riding boots is heard on the wooden steps of the entrance. Hoof steps click on the gravel path way around to the stable as the servent takes The Horse to be groomed. A simple 'Thank You' is heard in a kind voice. The steps were closer and she had hoped that they were familiar to the sisters as she came to the giant double doors. They were familiar but somehow they seemed to age with the years that had passed by. Her long brown hair that once covered her shoulders as a young child, was now blonde and about shoulder length maybe a little bit longer. It curled on its own now, she seemed to not tie it back as she once has. Her fingers curled into a fist, hands were bridle from the long ride. Raising her arm to the door she knocked three times. Hopefully they are home... She thought to herself waiting at the closed door. Tired, she sat upon the wooden steps and looked into the window that lead a view into the tea room. Nothing. She reached into her dark rouge riding pants and pulled out the broch that she had aquired prior to meeting the sisters fort he first time. A slight smile filled her face as she remembered the good times that she had with them.
Member Count: The site just started a few days ago and we have 4 -active- members. Please join, plenty of room for all!
Difficulty: Beginner-Advanced ((Everyone's welcome but currently we only have intermediate to advanced RPers.
Allowed: Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, Humans, and Slayers.
Plot: That's what people say...if you dwell on history, it is doomed to repeat itself. Like now. Welcome to the streets of New York City and beyond. A new race of "humans" have emerged, the undead. Along with the vampires, comes Phantom Hounds; and also...zombies. They lurk in your nightmares. We lurk in the shadows...you fear us...but we fear you more. The city and the world has been engulfed in darkness for the past 34 years. The only time there is any sunlight, is during June and July, but for only 5-6 hours at a time. Humans still live here, but they are no longer the dominate race here. We are.
Alleyways are blocked by gangs of thugs consisting of both humans and vampires. But, this seems odd, doesn't it? Of course, there are rumors going about of the Queen of the Condemned rising again. She was once a Queen ruling over Egypt thousands of years ago. She would kill both humans and undead things alike. Will she rise again? Only time shall tell. Only time shall tell....
But, that's the least of your worries. Slayers. Yes, Slayers hunt down vampires and zombies and Phantom hounds like a sport. Just, beware when they get a group together and run after some of us? Are you just going to let them stomp on us like a doormat? I think not! We should stand up for ourselves, show them what it is like. For, it really isn't all that bad being dead, or should I say...half-dead? Isn't it? That's what I thought. You see, we rule the city, and soon, the world. The only things standing in our way are the Slayers, and of course, the rumor about Akasha, the Queen of the Condemned being risen from her stone statue. What will you choose to be? A Slayer to slaughter us like animals? Or a vampire? Or even maybe a brain-dead zombie to lull around the streets? Maybe, even a loyal, or lonely Phantom hounds, which do what-ever they please. You choose...choose wisely....
Other: Don't be fooled by the plain looking layout, it's an awesome site whose design doesn't get in the way of the real purpose: RPGing! There’s tons of action and much diversity between the different types of species and characters.
Avakera, daughter of one of the High Elves, was performing her First Rite. When High Elves reach maturity, they must perform a sacred Rite, a way to immortality. It was Avakera's first of nine.
It was also her last.
As she chanted the hidden words, the words of power, a portal seemed to open. Not one that you could see, but one that was tangible, that was irriversibly there. The portal to the Dark Realms.
As she finished the rite, a dark being came through, and smote her down with a ringing blow from a black sword, forged from starlight and shadow. As well as the essences of fear and evil.
But it did not kill her.
She rose unsteadily, and seemed to burn with a dark fire. She struck it with mage-fire, a dark flame as black as the sword. The monster fell, and Avakera took the sword and slew her father. She has reigned in her dark realm for centuries, and now has struck, inflicting a horrid wound upon the lands of Mivaurke.
Now the peoples of Mivaurke must find a way to defeat her, or they will all fall.
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Discalimer « Result #10 on Jul 17, 2006, 9:11am »
Plot and Site Story This site is based on the series of books entitled Green Rider by Kristen Britian. I take no credit for creating the characters who already made, and lands. Some have been added and some have been modified.
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