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Kilworth Square

As you step out of the woods, green fields spread out before you on a lush landscape typical of the Irish coast. Little red roofs peek out of a small valley, with farms spreading out beyond the quaint village. A rough sign on your left says 'Kavanagh' in block lettering, pointing down a continuation of the path. You walk down the path into the village. A circular square surrounds a fountain that spouts water in four directions. Cobblestones rub the soles of your shoes, polished to a shine by the busy life of the town. Villagers walk through town, occasionally going to one of the many shops that line the sides of the square.

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((If you want, you can post your stats on the page, such as what your character looks like and what his or her personality is. However, you MUST post your OOC name somewhere in your message, because I need your character's and your own name to put you on the members list. Remember that if you are quitting, go to the OOC board, and if your character is only temporary, say so. Thank you!))

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The Shops

Seamstress Shop || Uncle's Potion Shop

White Dove Horses || Blue Moon Bakery

Lord of the Rings


  • .v. walk silently, carry a big stick .v. -- Adelle, 20:38:38 01/21/03 Tue
    A young maiden, 14 years of age, walks silently into the square, small feet making footprints in the blanket of white snow covering the cobblestones. She wears a thin dress much too small that outlines her slender body. Her figure is so thin, you can almost count her ribs sticking out, for she has not eaten a good meal for many a month. Her feet are nearly bare except of a thin boot on each foot. Her long carmel colored hair waves about in a cloud behind her head. She stops for a moment, looking about the square, then heads on...

    stats
    name: Adelle
    years: 14
    gender: female
    traits: light brown hair that hangs to waist, very small for her age, slender body, pretty, heart shaped face, dark green eyes, tan skin
    persona: can be very kind if you can break through her hard outer shell developed by living life in poverty.
    history: both parents abandoned her, neither of them wanting a child, when she was a newborn. She was found and rasied by a poor merchant untill she was four, when he was arrested for robbery. She stayed on her own, living on the streets by herself, traveling from place to place.

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  • .:Briar:. -- Leon, 15:58:30 01/22/03 Wed
    The boy sat down on the fountain, his black eyes searching the crowds about him. He was looking for the boy called Briar whom he had met briefly earlier. He had reason to wish to talk to this lad more, alone if possible. Leon ran his fingers through his dark locks, humming softly to himself, he wondered where he would find this boy.

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  • |hush| -- |Kendra|, 12:27:42 01/18/03 Sat


    |A tiny child of age four enters, she was beautiful and appeared like an angel. She didnt know how she got there, but here she was, and in need of a home.|

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  • .:maiden:. -- Rose, 15:19:27 01/20/03 Mon
    So many memories. Water, the ocean, the sand biting into her bare skin, the autumn sun soothing on her flesh. The waves lapping against her body. Them finding her.

    When Rose had been a child, she had been abandoned on a beach. No one knew why. No one claimed her. Even she had no exact memory of what had happened. Except for the scraps left in the back of her mind.

    Light, rainbows, bubbles, the swirling of water, sunlight, moonlight, shining down like gold and silver threads of wonder. Warm faces and voices, the feeling of home.

    The pretty maiden slid from the raven colored horse's back. The dark green material of her gown swishing about her ankles. Her weather worn cloak pulled tight around her slender body. Her black hair flying back in the chill winter wind, a few snowflakes speckling the black locks. Her sea green eyes glinting in the greyness of the world as her soft booted feet thudded gently on the cobblestones. Sitting on the fountain, Rose watched the wind blow the water in slow ripples about, the snowflakes clinging to her face and melting, sending droplets running down her cheeks so they resembled tears. Looking up to the clouded sky, the maiden gave a small smile of hope. There still was hope. She might find out who she was and is here in this town. Rose secretly hoped that she would.

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  • .x.gallop.x. -- Dylon, 20:51:09 01/19/03 Sun
    The infamous ornery stallion gallops into the frosted square, ears flattened menacingly, a thin film of sweat coating his bright copper chestnut hair. Dylon struggles with the reins as Tempest champs at the bit, finally hauling one rein around, slewing the stallion in a circle, a sheet of snow spraying from Tempest's hoofs. The horse pitches underneath him but Dylon manages to stay on.
    When Tempest is somewhat calm, the man slides from his back and leans into the horse's neck. Steam rises from horse and man like smoke, clear in the frigid air. Distractedly Dylon strokes the stallion's neck. "Why did I do that?" he murmurs to the horse. Rowan... "How could I do such a thing to my daughter? I don't deserve to be her father..." he wipes away the warm tear trickling from one eye. "Maybe the world would be better off without me. I get drunk far too often, hurt Rowan far too often..." more tears fall. He looks up at the clouded sky. His eyes are haunted. "But how could I do such a thing to Rowan..."

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  • ..†he ¡rish |_egacy.. -- Chase, 15:20:15 01/12/03 Sun

    †It's time I were home.†

    Chase
    18 years
    Blonde Hair
    Hazel Eyes
    Slim

    †Blonde tresses kissed flushed cheeks, as the maiden stopped momentarily, allowing the chilling breeze to scoope up locks, blowing them across hazel spitz† Hullo? Is anyone here?

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  • Ravyn> -- Ariana, 19:44:33 01/03/03 Fri
    A young woman of 19 walks out of her shop. Sitting on the edge of the fountain, she looks about for the man they call Ravyn, the man connected with the recent war.

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  • .:exploring:. -- Leon, 15:26:36 12/30/02 Mon
    The young man walked around the square, kicking his feet at the dust. His cloak fluttered behind him in the chilly breeze. A few leaves blew in his path from a forest beyond, and he walked over them noisely. Maybe these came from that forest I saw sprouting upHe thought. But that's silly, forests just don't sprout up One side of him argued. But the other side argued back: I know what I saw, and this one did just sprout up! The boy thought some more, walking in circles around the fountain, the water bubbling happily. Maybe I'll just go out there and have a look at it meself. More walking, he was starting to get dizzy, his black hair falling into his face. But it's a ways out there. He stumbled once, but kept walking, his blue cloak was so long it almost dragged the ground. Well that's what horses are for. This time his head spun around, looking up, the square about him twirled around like a tornado.

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  • Sits. -- Mia, 15:13:20 12/26/02 Thu
    Mia sits on floor, leaning onto a fountain. She traces the cracks of the ground of dirt with a finger. An idea shot her! She lowered her head, as if sleeping. Then when she sees people walk by on the corner of her eye, she stuck a leg out and trips them. She claps with impish glee but falters when she sees cartwheels following the slipping pair of feet. “Ah!!” She wails as she jerks her legs back, not wishing it to be squashed under the wheels of greengrocer’s carts or the horseshoes of mares. She slumps down to the dirt, thankful that she didn’t have to walk around with crutches. She leaps to her feet and struts around, something she loves to do.

    “I’m the Empress of Kavanagh! If you don’t believe me, then off with your head!” Mia stops in front of a busy woman who seems to be rummaging through a cart of clothes. “You there! Bring me a drink of cool water!” The woman took one scornful look at Mia and gives her a good shove into the fountain, “There is your water!” The woman sneers, turning back to bargain with the owner.

    Mia squints her eyes at her, “How dare you defy me!” She gets up and stands on the edge of the fountain. She gives a good leap onto the woman, wailing her warrior princess cry. “Ai-yaaaaa!!!”

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  • ..: every rose had thorns :.. -- Danny, 17:27:34 01/02/03 Thu
    A young theif of 14 walks into the square, followed by a large, gray dog. She plops down on the edge of the fountain as the dogs reaches over the edge to drink. She looks around for any rich looking people she might be able to get some money off of, but seeing no one, she just sits and waits.

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  • ...the war of the ring... -- .the informer., 16:43:27 01/01/03 Wed
    ...one ring to rule them all...
    ...one ring to find them...
    ..one ring to bring them all...
    ...and in the darkness bind them!

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    ...shadows stir in mordor...a nameless fear is growing...riders of shadows have left the black gate...orcs gather, arming for the battle...and all search for the one Ring...

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    this is briar. and, no, this isn't and advertisment or a stupid game thing. hear me out.

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    briar has a horse, hobgoblin, who is a horse bred in mordor. he looks like the mounts ridden by the nazgul, or ring wraiths. anyways, that's where the idea came from.

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    i don't know who has the ring yet, but i think it will remain frodo. those who are interested post below.

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    this is a side-story, not a take-over-the-site-rp. the battling goes on in other towns, other places. but the nazgul might ride through, and orcs might come...dunno. only those who wish to participate have to. no details have been worked out, so check this out.

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    i'm also posting this on the occ board, and the discussion will continue here or there.

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    ...the war of the ring has begun...

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  • $$Pick Pocket$$ -- "Pick", 15:19:37 12/30/02 Mon
    A swift, small figure moves through the crowd. Grinning as a few guys stop to chat, she reaches very carefully into their pockets, pulling out their wallets while distracting them with her speech. With one hand, she ruffles through the wallets, pulling out some of the cash within. Stuffing the bills in her own pockets, she replaces the wallets. Waving to them, she tries not to laugh as she continues forward. Pulling out the wad of cash again, she counts. One hundred bucks. Not bad. As she saunters on casually, she picks a few more pockets, adding each stolen bill to her stash.

    Name: Jaedry, known as Pick because where she comes from, she is a legendary pick pocket.
    Age: eighteen
    Appearance: brown hair to the shoulders, big brown eyes, short, broad shouldered with a slim waist, muscular arms (but not disgustingly muscular), a very sarcastic face, full lips.
    Personality: feisty, and easy to anger. She likes fighting, and often is the one starting brawls. Likes to spice things up with a little thieving, and a little fighting.

    OOC name: Joy

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  • WAR SIGNUPS -- Ravyn.., 12:13:38 01/01/03 Wed
    He puts up a poster that reads.

    There is a war coming to this place. The intruders call themselves the Phantom Renigades. They are coming here to fight for this place. They will kill anyone who gets in there way. We have to stop them from being able to kill us. I am sure they are strong. I know they are so we need strong fighters here. We need a total of Ten fighters. It is not really a war but this group has taken out many legions in other places. Normal men will not work against this group. We need people with fighting experiance that are not afraid to die for their land. Not saying you will die but you can't be scared if death comes your way. There are already three people signed up for it and we need seven now. Kenji and Shadow are the other two besides me. Like I said we need experianced fighters who know magic and know how to use a weapon well. I would like to thank you for your time and if you wish to know where to meet then go to the forrest. Thank you.
    Signed Raven...

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  • she walks in with a suite case......... -- Sasha, 11:54:40 12/28/02 Sat
    she looks around at the kind faces
    name sasha
    age 24
    gender female
    personality shy funny kind
    hair strawberry blonde
    eyes electric blue
    clothes bell bottoms and short sleeve shirts
    loves horses

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  • + sometimes, i wonder.. + -- Alorwyn, 09:49:21 12/26/02 Thu
    Personalized by Kay..© to Rightful Owner

    Among the mist that shrouds the seared edges of Kavanagh, there was a sea.. Ah, yes. The sea.. Refreshing, with that certain saltiness never lacking in the cool breeze. We all have seen the sea, or at least know about it. But none could ever guess what lay within the fathomless depths.. Perhaps today, that would change for some and for others, it would not.

    From the mist, a maiden rides upon the back of a gorgeous horse that was the color of the richest magnolia. Her tanned skin lay bare and shimmering with silverish flecks, seemingly untouched by the mists that surrounded her.. While her eyes, yes, her eyes.. Why did they seem to different? They lacked that of a normal teen who had a piercing gaze that depicted their knowings of the world.

    Her own eyes, so dark and lusterous blue, were lush with a unsatiated curiosity that wavered like undying embers. The gaze those eyes held flitted everywhere with awe mirrored in the depths.. Such a lurative creature, every pair of eyes seemed to be locked upon her. The breeze removed the the waist-length golden locks from their place against her back to drape her slim figure from prying eyes.

    The pretty maiden seemed unfazed by the fact that she had no clothes. Her mount clearly held a feral look in its eyes and its gaze seemed to laugh hysterically at the onlookers. Still, the pair moved on.. Stopping once reaching the fountain, the pallid equine lets the girl step off and onto the edge of it. Graceful steps are placed around the fountain twice before laying on her stomach on the edge, letting the warmed stone heat her body. The tips of her long digits are ran along the surface of the water, gazing passively at the clearness of it..


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  • Slips in -- Danielle, 16:43:35 12/09/02 Mon
    A young girl of 15 slips into the square sliently. Spotting a small fruit stand, she walks over, predtending to look at the fruit with interest. Suddenly, she grabs two apples and with a grin, "Thanks, Miz." To the stand owner. Running off with the fruit, away from the angry lady's shouts, and into a dark alley. Ploping down, she bites into one of the apple, juice running down her chin. Mmmm She thinks. Looking around, she hopes to stop someone, someone like her. A theif, a gangster. She had heard their were many in this town. In fact, a girl that had left Kavanagh and found Danny on her way to the place had told her about a boy, Brayer or Briar. Something like that. Maybe she could find him, or some other theif that could tell her the alleys of the town. She finishes the first apple and pockets the second. She mutters a few words and suddenly a blue flame erupts in her hand. Ahh She sighs as the warmth from the flame warms her body. After a while, she puts the flame out and lays down in the alley. Closing one eye, she waits for the boy, Briar, or some other person of her liking.

    STATS

    Name: Danielle (Danny)
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Traits: Kind of pretty, skinny, kind of small. Long dark hair, bright green eyes.
    Persona: A theif, can be mean to some. Respects other street goers, hates nobles, the regular street kid. She can be a loner, can go with a group too. Makes her own decisons, indepentant. A small mage, can do some magic.
    History: She'll tell you if you get to know her. Maybe.
    OOC: Cherry Drop

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  • A newcomer -- Adraine, 07:56:28 12/26/02 Thu
    A white horse, a rider, cloaked in a forest green cloak. Her clothing was all green, she rode without tack of any sort. The horse waiting patiently in the square, snorting and blowing, trying to catch it's breath. The rider threw back her hood, long golden hair rolled down, grey eyes shone from a pale olive colored face. A long bow hung over the woman's shoulder, a quiver full of arrows also hung there. She looked around, her face expressionless. How peculiar she was for a young woman!

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  • Walks in -- Norah-Tess-Molly, 07:05:59 11/27/02 Wed
    A slender, tall girl of sixteen walks in, balancing two small girls, both sleeping, on her hips. Long, dark hair cascades around her pretty, heart-shaped face. Her sea-green eyes shine out at her new home. The children are also dark haired. All three are dressed humbly in rough dark-colored cloth.

    Name: Norah
    Gender: female
    Age: 16

    Name: Tess
    Gender: female
    Age: 4

    Name: Molly
    Gender: female
    Age: 3

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  • Runs in.. -- Kagemusha, 15:03:59 12/22/02 Sun
    He runs in quickly. His speed coming in is so fast that almost no one could see him enter. He now stands there breathing heavily as he lays his pack on the grund and stands there tilting his head a bit. His eyes shimmer some has he looks around this new place he has come to in his journey. His little elven ears twitch at all the the noises coming from the town. He tilts his head some and stands there silent. He picks up his bag again but dosn't know why for he then set down on the ground and just looked around.

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  • ...unborn... -- Heighan, 13:51:39 12/21/02 Sat
    If those were to judge on the folds of his cloak, resting eyes on only the outer appearance of his very self, then his intention was stilled. Only those that peered into the crease of his hood, trying to belong to the gaze he possessed or stealing a look of his face did the anger well inside of him. Because laughter hid its cruel face behind a mask. Because he entered what would be the middle of his end. He would seek out, find out, and get out. A colony deserving of more chances, life breathing through a hole broken in their spirits...always giving breath and drawing none. To save them, or to die? Together, a will and a way would find the peace of lives strung happily...but the will was not strong enough alone. He must find the boy...or he must find the way. Because he had a will. Because the mask was even hidden from him, so that laughter may never be seen. Slipping past, though in the open. He stops in teh midst of the quiet square with a solemn look upon his tired, veiled face. The old man begins to grin, but the corners of his mouth ache too much to contain such unneeded amusement. But he stands. Alone.

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    ((OOC: Guess who??? Hehe. I can't write characters that aren't mysterious. It's NOT my style!))

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  • Walks in, holding flyer -- Ariana, 19:54:46 11/26/02 Tue
    A young woman of 19 walks into the square. In her hand she carries a peice of paper. Fining a tree near the middle of the square, she takes out a small nail and posts the peice of paper. It reads as follows:

    HIRING WORKER
    Job despriction: You will help out with Ariana and her horse. You will come with her everywhere. Housing will be supplied. PAY: one gold peice a week. This pay may varry with time or experience. If interested, contact Ariana. She can be found around Kavnaagh, mostly in the square.

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    end your fonts, people..it's not that hard -- lily, 09:33:27 11/27/02 Wed
  • -/-Change is Inevitable-\- -- Ellen, 07:23:00 12/15/02 Sun
    No one knew where she came from. One day, she just...was there. There were nasty rumours about her. Many said they should just put her in an assylum...that it would be the best for everyone. But no, Ellen, would not allow it.

    Her steps were quiet, nearly inaudible. She held human form, yet she appeared as something that was very different. Indeed, as she moved silently along, her oddly serene face changed from that strangely beautiful young woman's, to a pale blue hue with eyes large and violet. Her dusted pink lips transformed to deep blood red, and her small, compact hands elongated into thin, spindly fingers ended with long crimson nails. The auburn sheets of hair that cascaded to her waist, shortened, and darkened to black. Although she was very different from the form in which she had come in, she was eerily beautiful still.

    Realizing that she had shifted into her original form, she covered her mouth with her hands. Glancing around, hoping that no one had seen the transformation, she closed her eyes and whispered something. Again, she took human form, becoming that eye catching female.

    Name: Ellen
    Age: unknown
    Place of origin: unknown
    Appearance: depends on her form...sometimes the woman described in the above paragraph, sometimes the goblin-like female, sometimes a blue-black dog, horse, or cat.
    Personality: captivating, and most of the time she is kind.

    OOC name: Reese

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  • ... Appears ... -- ..:: Joann ::.., 19:15:26 12/03/02 Tue
    ..:: A girl appears to be sitting on the fountain, chocolate brown hair streaked sand colored. Brown almond eyes stare at the passersby, with a threatening glare to it. Joann glanced around the square calmly, her skin a deep brown tone from the sun. She sighed, there was no game to play if you sit around do nothing. She grins to herself, the sopping her hair into the fountain. She struts along side of people, flipping her head in all directions, whipping people in the face with it. “Oops sorry!” She screams apologetically, she flounces to them and grabs her skirt to wipe their faces. “Here let me help you…” She struggles as she attempts to clean, or dirty their faces. She went up to a dog and sang a romantic song to it, on one knee. People did give her queer looks. “Don’t call me weird! You’re just jealous because I am unique!” She screeches hysterically. She laughs even louder and crazier. Then she ran into a man, she look up to his face and boldly demands, “What are you looking at? I’m the Queen of Sheba!” She declares loudly. He was about to snatch her neck before she scampers off to hide behind some crates, she giggles as she peers through the slits. She then leans on it, with grinning with triumph. ::..

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  • What else is new? -- Tonya, 16:58:22 12/05/02 Thu
    A black haired teen walked into the square, with her dark bay at her side. She looked around the square, eyeing the towns people with her ivy green orbs. Her tan nose smelt the delicious smell of pastries from the bakery and coffee aroma from the café. She patted her horses bay neck, pushing the mares black mane on to the other side. Her horse, Dark Waves, swished her tail, brushing a fly from her right back leg. She fixed her horses saddle, throwing the two stirrups on the top of the saddle. Her 17.4 shire sighed in boredom. Tonya looked down at her feet and slowly raised her head, gripping the reins lighter, she let the wind blow her hair, into her eyes.

    (OOC: I'm rejoining, my old main character was Hali. And my OOC name is Danielle, once again.)

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  • ``eyes in the dark`` -- Gracey, 12:18:32 12/08/02 Sun
    The tall young femme walked in slowly, her blood-crimson cloak sweeping along the ground, whispering softly. The skirt of her raven gown followed, murmuring replies to the cloak's whispers. She wrung her thin white hands, looking around nervously. Her blue oids darted around, and her mutterings were unnerving.

    It wasn't my fault...It wasn't my fault...They told me to...It wasn't my fault...

    Her voice was naturally whispery, and she bit down on her deep crimson bottom lip, and swallowed hard.

    Name: Gracey
    Age: 24
    Appearance: Curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, tall, usually wears plain clothes, looks like someone from World War II.
    Persona: relies on what she was taught, doesn't stand for anything out of the ordinary.

    OOC Name: Joy

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  • The Dark Forest -- Dragon i, 17:54:05 11/30/02 Sat
    A young 17-year-old girl walks into a dark forest, lost. Her dark brown eye's sees a ray of light in the center of the forest as a soft breeze picks up her beautiful black hair into the air. She notice that she comes along a square and wonders why is it doing here in the middle of this dark forest? Then a young yet a handsome man comes up behind her through the darkness and welcomes her to the Kilworth Square.

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  • /\Rides in/\ -- Katrina,Miguel, 21:47:22 11/24/02 Sun
    Name: Katrina Brodie
    Age: 18
    Gender: Female
    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Black

    Name: Miguel Brodie
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Eyes: Blue
    Hair: Black

    Horses:
    Name: Salvaje
    Age: 10
    Gender: Stallion
    Owner: Katrina
    Breed: Arab
    Color: Gray

    Name: Espor
    Age: 14
    Gender: Stallion
    Owner: Miguel
    Breed: Arab
    Color: Dark bay

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  • ENTRILA -- GOG, 14:33:35 11/22/02 Fri
    //COMING//
    DOWN THE ROAD
    OOSING AND SLIMING- GOG IS COMING

    INTO THE SQUARE- NOW GOG IS HERE
    THE ACID OF HIM SIZZLES ON THE COBBLESTONES
    A PIECE OF TRASH IS VAPORIZED BENETH HIM

    "VAMOR OOSHLA CA AMAH"

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  • .x.Walk silently, carry a big stick.x. -- Jennaveive, 21:14:12 11/15/02 Fri
    A young girl of 13 years walks silently into the square. Her long, dark brown hair falls over her small shoulders, neatly brushed. Her eyes look immensly (sp?) sad and her shoulders slouch. Slow paced feet walk to the bridge, and tears tream down her beuatiful face. She steps onto the railing of the bridge and faces the water. The tears fall of her face and into the water. She teeters on the edge, almost falling. It is obvious her plans, to end her life. She is shaking as she stands there, about to jump...

    STATS:
    Name: Jennaveive (Jenn)
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female
    Persona: A very sad girl, she used to be happy and energetic, but something has pulled her into a deep deppression.

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  • Pulls away -- Jenn, 12:24:19 11/17/02 Sun
  • *Cloud of Dust* -- Nova & Calliope, 09:38:58 11/21/02 Thu
    *a cloud of dust appears on the main road, a tell tale sign of travelers approaching at high speed. The sound of rapid hoofbeats is soon heard by all within range, and soon the forms of two riders appear. The first is decked out in fine war regalia, a sheild with the picture of a rampant wolf, a sword sheathed at her side. The woman tosses her head, her gold-touched brown hair rippling along her shoulders, emerald eyes sparkling with laughter as she sits atop her mount, galloping into the square with great flourish. Her horse is naught more than a pony, a line-back dun with a great cresty neck, and more than a bit of feathering on his fetlocks, but perfectly suited for his smaller rider.

    Trailing on a leadrope held by the first rider is a mealy brown mule loaded with supplies. Atop the various bundles clings a female similar to the first. Slight in height and weight, and with hair a few shades lighter than the first woman. She hangs on to the pack saddle with a grimace on her face, attempting to keep her seat, her eyes narrowed, the left one gray and the right one purple. She is clad in green-gray robes, and a silver armband clasped on her right arm.

    "Nova! Can we slow down now, this is difficult!" complains the second rider, trying to arrange herself comfortably on a saddle not made for riding.

    The first rider laughs, slowing both mounts with a 'whoa' and simply leaning her weight back. With a jingle of tack, pony and mule slow to a halt.

    "Cal, if you didn't try and ride with a pack saddle you wouldn't have had this problem," chuckles the first, turning back.

    With a grumble the mule rider slips off her mount and onto the ground, holding onto the saddle straps to keep herself upright. Straightening up she looks around the square, and then gives a low whistle. Three amber-eyed wolves lope up from the shadows to stand by her side, a black and silver male, a while female, and a silver male. She runs her hand down the first male's thick ebony and sterling fur with a sigh.

    "Well perhaps if we could walk into a town like civilized people I wouldn't have had to make the choice between riding the mule and walking behind in your dust!" snaps the second irritably. "First thing I'm doing is buying a real horse..." she grumbles, giving the mule a pat and walking off down the road with two wolves at her heels. "I'll meet you at the inn later on," she calls over her shoulder with a flick of her hair, her stride showing her sore ride.

    The first dismounts her horse, allowing both beasts to drink from the trough in the square as she examines her surroundings with keen eyes. "Ah, don't worry Tas, she didn't mean it" she says to the mule, patting him on the shoulder, "my sister can be like that sometimes," she adds with a wry grin.


    The first rider
    Name: Nova Starsinger
    Age: 18 summers
    Hair: Brown
    Eyes: Green
    Race: Half Elf

    Her mount
    Name: Flash
    Age: 10 summers
    Coat: Primitive Dun
    Breed: Steppe Pony
    Gender: Stallion

    The second rider
    Name: Calliope Starsinger
    Age: 19 summers
    Hair: Light Brown
    Eyes: Gray and Purple
    Race: Half Elf

    Her mount
    Name: Tas
    Age: 6 summers
    Coat: Mealy Brown
    Breed: Standard Mule
    Gender: John

    The wolves
    Name: Keatan
    Coat: Black and Silver
    Gender: Male

    Name: Kirri'ia
    Coat: White
    Gender: Female

    Name: Silver
    Coat: Silver
    Gender: Male


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  • .x.Two riders canter in.x. -- Dylon and Rowan, 20:10:29 11/20/02 Wed
    The horse is cinnamon-colored, light ginger-brown, with a small white star on his forehead, hidden by his tossing forelock. His ears are pinned as he fights the control his rider has, lashing his tail, looking bad-tempered and about to run off bucking at any moment. The man on his back is young and strong, black curls shining in the sun, white teeth flashing in the bronzed tan of his rugged face. In between the arms that firmly hold the ornery stallion's reins sits a young girl, black-eyed like her father. Her long black curly hair is a mane to rival the stallion's.
    The man fights the horse to a halt, leaping off and grabbing the girl around the waist to swing her to the ground.
    "Father! Father! Let's go find the docks! You promised I could see the ocean as soon as we got to Kavanagh!" For a moment, in her excitement, the girl acts younger than her thirteen-year-old age.
    He smiles. "I don't know that we'll do that quite yet, Rowan. We need to find a place to board this guy first." Nodding at the horse, he begins to walk off with the girl following.

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  • Joining -- Malachi, 16:29:16 11/20/02 Wed
    A man rode into the square upon the back of a horse. The stallion had seen better days; he had once been a great warhorse. His coat had once been a glossy black. It was now bleached from the sun, its lustre had been replaced by layers of mud and dirt and his mane and tail were both matted. The man was clad in shabby cloths, his hair was tangled and greasy and it looked as though he had not shaved nor bathed in quite a few days time. In stark contrast to the grime of the two, the horse worn a finely detailed bridle with rich black leather and a silver bit. The man stops the horse and watches the people going about their business for a time, his grey eyes scanning the crowd, seeming to look for anything specious. He slowly dismounts and allows the horse to drink from a water trough. He scratches the horse’s ear and talks quietly to him, though he keeps glancing over his shoulder as if expecting someone to come looking for him.
    Stats

    Name: Malachi
    Gender: male
    Age: 19
    Eyes: grey
    Hair: black

    Name: Sam
    Gender: stallion
    Age: aprox. 5
    Breed: Friesian
    Coat colour: bleached black

    OOC: name-Kelleigh

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  • Joining.... -- Wanderer, 14:20:09 11/19/02 Tue
    A young shape-shifter in her human form walks in. She appears normal except for her constanly color changing eyes and her slightly pointed ears. Her long light blond hair hangs about to the middle of her back. She is about 5 4" and (in human standards) looks to be bear the age of fifteen. She wears a long forest green dress made of an unknown material, the sleeves drape down and flutter when she moves. She isn't beautifull, nor ugly, just pretty. The only jewlery she wears is a ring on her left hand and a necklace of silver with charms hanging from it. * She looks around and takes a seat in one of the corners, scaning the room for someone who wouldn't mind talking with her.

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  • Two young maidens enter -- Mellody and Scarlett, 13:13:34 11/17/02 Sun
    A tall girl of 16 years enters, holding the hand of a much smaller girl of 6. Both girl's hair is long and hangs to the waist, light brown and neatly brushed. The older girl's is just hanging, while the younger's is in tight braids. "Come along, Mellody, walk faster!" Says the older girl.
    "Aw, Scarlett, I can't! My feet hurt real bad!" The little girl whines in reply. Scarlett, feeling sorry for her little sister, scoops her up into her arms.
    "You're getting heavy, Mell!" She says with a grin. Mellody only laughs. "Look, there's a nice place to rest." Scarlett carries Mellody over to the small bridge and sits herslef and the little girl down. "Careful, dont fall!" She says warningly.
    "I won't." Says Mellody, looking down, facinated at the sparkling water.
    Scarlett starts to think about money. Where will we get income? she think to herself. I suppose, for now, I'll just have to set up a stand in the market. Oh, but what about Mell? I can't bring her with me to run a stand, she will create chaos. Suddenly, she gets an idea. She picks up Mellody and walks off towards a shop.

    STATS:

    Name: Mellody
    Gender: Female
    Age: 4

    Name: Scarlett
    Gender: Female
    Age: 16

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  • . the five paths . -- Lyne, 16:47:16 11/14/02 Thu
    ºfatale enters the sqaure, leather ebony dyed slightly low cut tank-top hugging form. brass and plain fashioned belt coiled 'round waist. hazelnut pants bag loosely around legs. not-so-concealing copper shaded cloak swirls 'round figure, hood thrown off head, revealing ember red locks. crystal green eyes glance around without seeming to move, and an arm moves 'neath folds o' cloak, revealing itself, skin a light brown tone. slender digits o' single hand remain at hip, curled neatly around a dagger. besides these few things, it appears she carries no possesions. however, one never knows what can be hidden from prying eyes.º

    Stats
    christened: lyne
    wintered: fourteen
    skin hue: lovely cream brown
    optic stain: reflective green
    persona: secretive, wild, communicates easily with her creature. uses telepathy and telekenis but no other forms of magic

    ºraven crows pridefully, soaring from blue skies to land on mistress' shoulder. male perches gently, talons avoiding tender skin.

    Stats
    dubbed: wryth
    summers: two
    feather paint: obsidian
    visionary marker: azurite
    reaction: clever for a bird, loyal to his maiden

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  • A young girl enters with her father... -- Anclaire and Adon, 19:26:27 11/14/02 Thu
    A girl the age of 14 years enters, riding in a large carrage. Her green dress flutters around her small body in the wind, her long blonde hair blowing around in her face. Sitting beside her is her father, William. Up front, driving the horse, is Houdain. The horse is a medium sized shire bay, by the name of Adon. From the back seat, William calls up to Houdain, "Houdain, stop here." Adon looks back at William, "Yessir." He stops, and the girl looks at her father curiously with bright green eyes. Adon steps out of the carrage and looks up at Houdain. "Help my daughter out." Houdain quickly steps down, "Yessir." He holds out a hand to the young girl. She takes it and steps lightly out. Her face is very pretty and her slim body makes her a creature of beauty. She smiles slightly at Houdain, then turns to William. "Well, Father? What do you think?" She asks. "It will do, I suppose. We'll have to biuld a house, though. I won't be staying in a inn." His daughter seems satisfies, but she speaks, "But what about money?" William smiles, proud of his daughter. "Smart, you are. Money... I don't know yet. We have enough to last us a while, though. Now come on. We must get to the inn before it becomes dark. I know, I said we are not staying in an inn, but we must untill we get the house built." At these words, Houdain puts out his hand to help the girl into the carrage, then hops up on to his seat. "gidup, Adon." He says to the horse. The rich carrage drives off towards the inn...

    STATS:

    Name: Anclaire
    Age: 14
    Gender: Female
    Persona: Rich, but not snobby. She is very gentle and kind. She has been protected from the hardships of life and knows only the best.

    Name: William
    Age: 52
    Gender: Male
    Persona: Ver bold and strong, proud of his wealth, but not greddy. Kind, but not too gentle.

    Name: Houdain
    Age: 26
    Gender: Male
    Perona: Bred to be a slave, he follows directions easily and does not talk much. Proud that William is is owner.

    Name: Adon
    Age: 5
    Gender: Male
    Persona: Gentle, kind, but not too smart. Eager to please.

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  • | Exit | -- | Roman |, 14:42:25 11/11/02 Mon
    | Tousled, he steps from his shop, and securely locks the door. Granting a tired grunt, he slings a pack upon his broad back, clanking, and secures it. The smith turns to Ceres, and unwraps the horses rein's from a post. "Here we go again. I told you I would bring you this next time." Belying his gradios size, he swings upon the gelding with ease. Glancing about the friendly town one last time, he sets heels to flanks, spurring the equine up the hill and out of sight. |

    (Quitting all, if I was involved with you in a series of posts, my apologies)

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  • Dashes in -- Mia, 11:33:40 11/10/02 Sun
    Mia dashes in and rings the fire alarm. The bell clangs loudly, Mia screeches so everyone can hear, “FIRE IN THE HILLS! FIRE IN THE HILLS! We need to create a firebreak so it won’t come into town! We need fire mages and weather mages! Bring shovels or any ground breaking tool!” Mia is unsure if anyone can hear her tiny voice, she heads for the neighborhood. Banging on doors and passing on the bad news.

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  • +*+Observes+*+ -- +Satine+, 17:30:49 11/02/02 Sat
    (I need to bring this character out of the closet)

    The woman sits in the large oak tree that hangs over Shamrock in, observing the passerbys with her cat like eyes. She tucks her vibrant red hair behind her ears and sraitens the red feather attatched to her green hat. She notices everything she can without being seen...noticing the lonely, the lovers, the children, the families, and even noticing the different ripples the water makes as leaves of fall fall into the fountain. She looks around for familiar faces, but doesn't see any, mainly because she wasn't familiar with anyone but her sister, Gwen, and Huttser, her wolf friend. So, she continues to observe in silence, others.

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  • }...{ -- Zharion & Zarreth, 17:53:10 11/10/02 Sun

    Name : Zharion
    Age : 19
    Gender : Male
    ...species...human...
    Other : You might call him a dragonrider of sorts.



    Name: Zarreth
    Age: Unknown
    Gender: Masculine
    Species: Dragon
    Other: Unusually, he specializes in the elements of fire and water, to controversal forces, yet can use most types of magic.

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  • ::enter:: -- §arina, 03:50:15 11/11/02 Mon
    ::she enters the square, looking around, the cloak she is wearing casting a shadow over her face. the woman spies the inn, and quietly, gracefully leaves the square un-noticed and enters the inn::

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  • [ dazzle ] -- Tyrian, 17:59:14 11/09/02 Sat

    alias : Tyrian
    gender : masculine, no da!
    age : n/a, n/a?? pretty young, i suppose.
    breed : oops, i must be copying this from the wrong place, *G*
    other : mage, yes. mage, i think. yes. yeah. ok...

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  • .: | :. -- Saihitei Seishuku, 18:35:37 11/09/02 Sat
    Name: Saihitei Seishuku
    Gender: Male
    Age: 21
    Other: Aye, he has royal blood, muahahaha! Eh, Saihitei is cousin to koji, lily, and lorelei, and he is NOT played by any of their players. I'm unique, you see ^.^

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  • ([let's just say he's not your average character?]) -- Luo Jun, 18:19:27 11/09/02 Sat

    Yes, he is based after someone. If you watch anime, you might know. No, the age is not the same.

    Name: Luo Jun
    Age: 17 1/2
    Gender: eh, he's a guy

    Other: Here comes your "not your average character" part. You might know him as Ruo Chuin or Ra Gun [so do not join as these because you've seen me post these names], and he does illusions & telekinesis--the illusions using a..er...clam shell he calls "shin." Sounds familiar? Probably not, but maybe it will.

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  • Walks in again -- Frank Jeager, 03:31:58 11/04/02 Mon
    This man walks in slowly looking around. He has been here before once by the name of Ryo Sakazaki. Now he is back though after a very long absebt. His eyes showed he has aged and has grew older some but not alot. His brown hair sways a little in the wind. His eyes glance around his surroundings seeing how much has changed. He notices all the shops that now alay here. "Looks like I have missed alot in this little place.", he thought to himself. He just stands there silent after coming back.

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  • *shadows* -- Saber Blade, 13:35:21 10/21/02 Mon
    A shadow darker than its surroundings slips into the town.
    She draws a shaky breath, and steps out of the alley, and onto the street. But with a gasp of pain, she crumples to the ground, fainted, blood soaking her cloak.
    Name: "Saber" Blade Moonshadow
    Height: 5' tall
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Black
    Appearance: Small, delicate figure, pale complexion, always wears black.
    Age: Unknown, looks around sixteen.
    History: Unknown.
    Persona: She prefers darkness. Not unkind, but would rather avoid people.

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  • »- -ingression. -- lily, 16:50:24 10/30/02 Wed
    »- -femme ingresses 'pon horse back, perched on top of a silver mare . glances around, two broken legs swinging on the right side of her horse . falls into the shadows of the square, searching for the single caravan she had arrived to this town in . spots it and reins her mare towards it as silently as possible, keeping out of sight from the dragon's view.

    »- -quickly leads the obediant horse behind the wagon, slipping in through the window . she emerges about half an hour later, legs almost fully healed . hitches the skittish mare to the wagon, calming her quietly . jumps onto the top, accidently knocking over a jar of herbs she had forgotten was there . the dragon suddenly turns, adjusting it's blood red optics before letting out a roar and hurtling at the wagon . girl slaps at the reins with a loud whoop to get her horse going, but the mare needed no beckoning . silver horse was already taking off down the square at full speed, potions inside rattling noisily, muffled by the ebony dragon's roar.

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  • Enters... -- Ariana, 20:59:26 10/25/02 Fri
    The tall maiden rides into the square uptop her beautiful mare, Faded Sun. Her black cloak is slightly tattered and her hair is matted. She realizes this and moves her hands in a fast motion while muttering something under her breath. Suddenly, her hair is neat and combed and her cloak is clean and the tears are gone. Also, the horse's saddle is cleaned of sweat and is clean. Her hood is up, but she leans her head back slightly and it falls to her neck revealing a long, beautiful mass of balck hair. On her back is a small pack that looks heavy. She dismounts easily and grabs the horses rains. She had no gift for animals, and although she trusted her mare and the mare trusted her, she held her tight. A small smile reaches her crimson lips and her slim face looks happy enough. Again, she looks for someone to talk to.

    STATS -
    OOC name: Dakota
    Name: Ariana
    Age: 19
    Sex: Female
    Traits: Long black hair, bright green eyes, slender light skinned face, tall, skinny, attractive
    Persona: Nice, genorous, usually talkitive, but can have quit periods.
    History: You'll have to find out...

    Name: Faded Sun
    Age: 4
    Sex: Mare
    Traits: Chestnut, slender, strong
    Persona: Usually calm but energetic

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