The moderator will be using an Ipc that will travel with and help the other characters
his name is Bristol Kodohara, he is a defected Templar knight, now in the service of Avalon.
Ok, for all newbies heres the drill
Send a character outline to my email Shashafamepeadross@yahoo.com and what your affiliations are (magic wise) All characters are strictly human and no elemental magic is allowed until later levels, as is true to the structure.
once i recieve your bio ill have the generator spit out your stats and then bobs your uncle, fannies your aunt and your able to enter the campaign of your choice
All characters begin at level four and will progress swiftly if you attend regularly.
stats are as follows attack, defense, damage, mp, hp, spell count, weapon count.
This is a Arthurian role play room, meaning its set in old england and the surrounding developing European countries. No elves, dwarves, drow, all the peoples are either peasants or knights, the most feared of which are the Paladins, the order of the church. Yet in this time, that order has become corrupt and the religious leaders of the Lordylon cult have begun to use their Paladi forces to oppress the regions around them and spread their cult to other areas.
The only area not to have fallen is Avalon, realm of Arthur and the free knights. Their enemy resides to the south in Avalar, home of the Lordylons and the order of the knights templar, the paladins.
In between these two capitols is a city called Marrowdwell and it is bordered by the Forbidden forest to the west and the sea to the east.
The Knights Templar are currently garriosoned there.
Current rankings and classifications
Arthurian forces Knights of the round: Bristol Kodohara
Knight:
Sorceror of the court:
other:
-- Edited by Valkarie at 19:07, 2005-02-25
-- Edited by firelightescape at 22:27, 2005-02-25
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Woman are like a fine wine, intoxicating at first breath, yet taking years to come to a full and bold flavor
Heres to taking your time.
Intro: A young gypsy girl straightens up rubbing the small of her back, and brushes a few strands of wavy black hair back from her face that had fought free of the two loose braids resting down her back. A glimpse of shining gold is caught as she turns her head, from the ornaments braided into her hair and the large hoop earrings, one hanging from each lobe. Her rich brown eyes scan the area for any possessions she might have accidentally left out of packing up her campsite of last night. She had spent the night alone again, and was wondering if she would ever find a troop willing to accept her now. Three long years she had spent searching so far. She only hoped this torture wouldn’t go on forever.
A well made modest skirt rustles as she bends down, picks up her pack and heaves it onto her back. It was incredibly heavy with her tent and cooking equipment, even though she only carried the necessities for traveling. The skirt has many layers of varying shades of terracotta and pine green, serving to camouflage her well against the background of the forest when combined with matching terracotta bodice and pine puffed sleeve blouse. All her possessions were made to last, yet looked beautiful too, as a gypsy’s wealth was carried on the person, one of the reasons for all the fine jewelery.
Listening carefully for any signs of danger, she found none, and began to walk along the small dirt track she had followed yesterday, that was about one hundred yards from her now dismantled campsite. She sang a few songs to herself quietly, to ease the loneliness of it all, and to help pass the time.
quote: Originally posted by: firelightescape "Stats:Intro: A young gypsy girl straightens up rubbing the small of her back, and brushes a few strands of wavy black hair back from her face that had fought free of the two loose braids resting down her back. A glimpse of shining gold is caught as she turns her head, from the ornaments braided into her hair and the large hoop earrings, one hanging from each lobe. Her rich brown eyes scan the area for any possessions she might have accidentally left out of packing up her campsite of last night. She had spent the night alone again, and was wondering if she would ever find a troop willing to accept her now. Three long years she had spent searching so far. She only hoped this torture wouldn’t go on forever. A well made modest skirt rustles as she bends down, picks up her pack and heaves it onto her back. It was incredibly heavy with her tent and cooking equipment, even though she only carried the necessities for traveling. The skirt has many layers of varying shades of terracotta and pine green, serving to camouflage her well against the background of the forest when combined with matching terracotta bodice and pine puffed sleeve blouse. All her possessions were made to last, yet looked beautiful too, as a gypsy’s wealth was carried on the person, one of the reasons for all the fine jewelery. Listening carefully for any signs of danger, she found none, and began to walk along the small dirt track she had followed yesterday, that was about one hundred yards from her now dismantled campsite. She sang a few songs to herself quietly, to ease the loneliness of it all, and to help pass the time."
((this is a perfect example of what i am looking for in both c character discription and a post in the rp))
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Woman are like a fine wine, intoxicating at first breath, yet taking years to come to a full and bold flavor
Heres to taking your time.
Bristol Kodohara, a fine knight of the round and a sinic to boot, finds himself in the old forest outside Avalons nigh delta landing.
He walks his horse demurly along the lane, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. He spies a gypsy not far ahead and as the law of knights states, any able bodied knight with better mode of transportation was bound to help those less fortunate out of the forest.
HE gallups up to the gypsy and drops a hand down from the horse for her to grab onto and whip onto the horse. "might i be of assistance?"
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Woman are like a fine wine, intoxicating at first breath, yet taking years to come to a full and bold flavor
Heres to taking your time.
Wandering down the path, she was soon completely lost in the swirling world of memories and thought, and her voice trailed off. All was silent in the forest around her except the odd skitter of wild animal feet or a bird call. She continued in this trance like state for a while, when suddenly, she stopped and looked about her. She thought she had heard the faint and familiar thud of hooves. Listening for a few seconds and hearing nothing more, she shook her head and put it down to imagination.
Rounding a sharp bend in the track, she stopped again to listen. There it was again, and louder this time. The sound must have been cut off by the thick undergrowth and thickets all about her. The sound was a steady pace however, not one that belonged to a wild horse, yet not one being ridden in pursuit. Hearing this and knowing it posed no immediate threat, she continued calmly down the track, eyes once more interested in her surroundings, taking every little detail in with great care.
Spotting the horse and rider in the distance that had caused her to pause earlier, she quickly noted that the rider was a knight. She was no local or regular to these parts, but myth and folklore would have it that this was the last part of the country not to have fallen under the corruption that was the Lordylons, that particually seemed to hate her race and customs; one of the reasons she was headed this way; to seek a relatively save haven. She knew she wouldn't be particuarly wanted anywhere, but at least here she could feel slightly more secure, something that she valued alot since loosing her troupe.
She watches as the knight and horse spot her, and as the knight begins to urge the horse to increase his pace to a gallop, admiring his beautiful stride. Knights horses were always well bred and cared for, but this one was particually beautiful. Shaking her head at the offered hand, she replied, "I'm fine thank-you, and I prefer to ride on my own, and bare-back, or not at all. May I enquire though, how far is it to Avalon, and what time do the city gates close? And excuse me for seeming impertenant, but would you mind if I look at your horse?"
