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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


  • |/stomps\| -- dragon, 13:23:25 10/06/02 Sun
    |/gigantic h*llion beast stomps in from the direction of the Shamrock Inn\||/vicious jaws snap, blood red occuli glaring at all\||/roars in content as he begins smashing random places, smoke rising out of nares\|

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  • Waits -- Mia, 12:28:07 10/19/02 Sat
    Mia waits for something at the square, she didn’t know what to expect though. She pulls out a peashooter. She bit into the fruit she had on hand and chewed till she can get a small chunk into the hollowed bamboo stick she found in the backyard. She smiled to herself as she started to make bits of nectarines fly in the air at people’s back.

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  • Enters the village that had once been her home... -- Stormy / Storm Hunter, 15:55:28 10/21/02 Mon
    The woman enters on her black Friesian Mare, and looks around, smiling faintly. She notes with a pang of sorrow the change of the village. The castle she had known so well, deserted? She remembered the ball that had taken place not long before she had fled, not long before... brushing an unbidden tear away, she lets her mare drink from the fountain. She looks to the path that led to the fields, and hills. The stable, where most of her memories had been created. The Cathedral still stands, a welcome refuge from the evil of this world. The square was still the same, but new shops had been added. "Come on, Storm Hunter." she whickers. "We're home." The mare looks up from drinking, swivelling her delicate ears toward her friend's voice. And about time, too! I say, this place has changed a bit. Wonder if anyone we know is still around? she whinnys. Storm shrugs, but does not answer. Then, "You stay here for me, I'm going to go see if the seamstress is still around. Maybe she can answer our questions. I'll be back. Do not leave, all right?" The mare snorts an affirmative, and the woman leaves, heading for the seamstress shop, her blood red cloak swirling behind her.
    Name: Stormy MacDonald (hee hee...)
    Age: About twenty five
    Height: 5'6"
    Eyes: Green
    Hair: Black
    Personality: Find out...
    History: She had been forced to flee Kavanagh years ago. Now she has returned to pick up her life where she left off. No one knows much about before that, except that she learned to talk to animals from a healer in her homeland. You can ask Storm Hunter, her mare, about her past. She'll tell you, if you can understand her...

    Her horse:
    Storm Hunter
    Friesian
    Mare
    Personality: Smart Alec, but overall, lovable
    17 hands high
    Color: Black

    OOC: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER! I am officially rejoining the game. Howdy, Kyla!

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  • Walks in silently -- Nia, 19:37:18 10/20/02 Sun

    The young child, no more than 8 years, walks silently into the square. Her large chocolate brown eyes look around curiously. Her eyes are interesting. They are curious, but not virgin. They have been through hard times, bad times, times childern shouldn't have to go through. She has seen things far too unapropriate for even adults. This makes her very mature for her young age. Her long hair that matches her eyes is neatly brushed.

    Her tiny feet glide across the stones towards the tavern.


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  • .»|pass|«. -- lily, lorelei, and koji, 19:53:36 10/14/02 Mon
    .»|three enter the seamtress shop, exiting briefly after :~: ten year old boy pats his sisters' backs (or tries to reach anyway), obviously comforting them for some reason|«.

    .|grins cheerfully|.
    It's ok! I'll do with these clothes for a while, it's no biggie.
    .|indicates his "clothes", which actually seemed more like rags|.

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  • Walks -- Lorie, 15:32:15 10/08/02 Tue
    She walks in from the Inn and looks around.

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  • Sashays -- Ronnie, 10:49:39 10/13/02 Sun
    Ronnie sashays out of the bakery, she was delighted that it had rained. She skips and jumps into puddles, laughing and slipping at the same time. She sprays water onto other people who happen to be in close range of her. She didn’t take notice, just sliding from one puddle to another. After a while, she is pretty much drenched, hair soaked and clothes splattered with water. She sat onto the fountain, out of breath and contented.

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  • .::Entrada::. -- .::Vashti::., 22:01:32 10/12/02 Sat
    .::Pale digitals nervously caress the worn folds of torn garments, quivering in repressed fear. Instinctively, they brush a forgotten tear from her smooth temple, the dampness evaporating into a wispy thin breeze. Maiden shivers, clutching her patched cloak and hood closer in the morning chill. The town was just beginning to stir. "Wretched seasons, they do have to change..." Slippered feet, exceptionally petite, as was her stature, silently polish the cobblestones, ingressing deeper into the square. Uncertain, she pauses to ascertain her surroundings, pushing the hood from tumbling chocolate locks. A simple action, yet it reveals a beauty bestowed by the heavens, a touch of loveliness relinquished by Venus, unrivaled in the temporals. Aware of her charms, she quickly replaces the covering, darting like a frightened mouse to the cafe::.

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  • .::Entrada::. -- .::Vashti::., 21:30:17 10/12/02 Sat
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  • Scuffs---> -- Kaeria, 16:58:15 10/09/02 Wed
    Kicks the fountain, eyes bright. It was hard, too hard, and it wasnt fair that this duty had befallen her. She was a rich stiff, not suited for the street life she had led, or the power hungry future with held for her. "It has come. I cannot remain," Her whisper is choked, tearful. "There is no place for me here!" HEr voice raises to a yell, head thrown up, arms swung outward. A crack of lightning sparks, and a flash; the girl is gone. And one last screech fade into the air "I am gone.,"

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  • .::Joining::. -- Arak, 16:48:57 10/05/02 Sat
    The being enters, completely covered by a black evil looking cloak. The hood is pulled over it's head so that it's face is not able to be seen. It lurks about cautiously, avoiding large groups of people.

    OOC Name:Jessi
    Name:Arak
    Age:20
    Gender:'Secret'
    Species:'Secret'
    Appearance: The only thing that is known about this creature as of yet is that it is wearing a black evil looking cloak that covers it's entire body.
    Magic: Able to create images for diversion, can sometimes read minds, ect... you will find out as you go along.
    Personality:Sometimes good sometimes definatly not depending on who you are.

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  • New Girl -- Mina, 16:26:51 10/07/02 Mon
    She trots in, with her 16'4 hh. horse. She ducks so she can't hit her head on the bride over her. She cringes as her wide, and tall horse makes her legs scrape the sides of her feet. She halts her horse and looks around. She pats her horses neck and says," You had a nice ride, Lunar Eclipse?" She felt her horses smooth blue roan neck.

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  • Looks at Mia -- Shamil, 16:52:01 09/30/02 Mon
    ~ Looks at Mia with intrest, "Not many dare to approch Jued." the smile faded and she added, "But it may be advisable not to remark on a gnome's size, not all of my race are as forgiving as I am."

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  • The 18 year old girl walked in -- Jamey, 23:11:12 10/06/02 Sun
    stats:
    Name: Jamey
    Age: 18
    Hair colour: brown
    Eye colour: Blue
    Height: 5'4
    Weight: 50kg
    Gender: Female

    she smiles at her surroundings, her blue eyes sparkle

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  • Strolls in -- Marie, 17:45:53 10/03/02 Thu
    A sixteen-year-old strolls in with unsoiled peasant clothes, fascinated with the small town because she came from a bustling city. She turns around every corner with a sight to delight her brown eyes, an Inn, a small wagon that sells potions, the café. She laughs as she almost fell into the fountain because she hadn’t watched where she was going. She stops laughing, knowing that everyone would think of her as a silly little girl. Marie sat on the edge of the fountain, running her fingers over her gray tabby that had jumped onto her lap, both of them tired from days worth of walking.

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  • Joining -- Aran, 20:20:53 09/15/02 Sun
    A boy walks into the dusty streets, looking around.

    Name: Aran
    Age: 11
    Gender: Male


    He scans the street warily, wondering what the people were thinking.

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  • . .: | :. . -- T'kaean // Kairn, 13:35:14 10/01/02 Tue

    alias: T'kaean
    gender: masculine
    .-. mage .-.


    alias: Kairn
    gender: feminine
    .-. elemental sorceress .-.

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  • -Enters- -- Brenna, 09:24:15 09/29/02 Sun
    -A young lady, rather fae in her appearance, enters Kilworth Square, high upon a large steed, unclear in his lineage. Fierce, yet mysterious gray eyes peer about inquisitively, wondering what was to come in the future, here in this new place. As the wind picked up, it took her hair with it, taking the coppery locks and swirling them about, making them appear as if they were an angry red sea, twisting and churning threatening waves. Both she and her horse seemed rather Ancient, not in looks, but in the aura that surrounded them. Few would notice really, that she was more than a lanky, porcelian-skinned Irish Lass...-

    Dubbed: Brenna - Known as Brenna Of The Willow by legend (story line coming into play, lol, just to let you know...)
    Age: Timeless as the seas, the tides may come and go, but in the end...she would always be the same
    History: Perhaps, if you should so happen to find the pages, you could decipher the past and possibly know the future.
    Description; Hair consists of wavy, lengthy coppery locks, always kept down in some fashion, placing her hair up high was a job even the most experienced hair-dressor dispised Eyes: Gray as the ocean mists Build: Rather delicate in her frame Skin: Pale as the glow from a Full Moon.

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  • OOC - Attention! -- Laura, 22:15:20 09/28/02 Sat
    All players of Kavanagh please report to the OOC board! Lol, I'm re-modelling the members board. I need your names, peeps, so you can go up there! ^__^

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  • A... -- Sandrilene, 02:08:19 09/28/02 Sat
    girl of about 15 rides in on a horse, her long honey-brown hair braided and pinned up under a green silk scarf, the girl was wearing breeches, a vest with a white long-sleeved undershirt and riding boots. She looked around, the wind picking up her scarf. She gently nugded her horse to move again, trotting around, getting a better look at the place, the girl sighs, wondering about her family.

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  • a young lady sits around the foutain -- Moon Amber, 10:56:56 09/22/02 Sun
    A lady about 14 with long black hair and carmel brown skin and almost yellow eyes look arounds.
    All of sudden she grabs her stomach in pain and her eyes close in pain.
    Her long purplish black cloak and long green skirt scrunch up as she scrunches up in a circle.

    name: Moon Amber
    age:14
    race:witch/siren/human
    occ name : Kyla

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  • Walks in -- Lorie, 15:24:26 09/23/02 Mon
    A fifteen year-old girl walks in and brushes a strand of striaght blond hair behind of her ear. "New town. New life. New people." She walks to the fountian. She was a discrase. She turned her face away from her refliction. She didn't want to go into the past. It made her think of that wicked cur the owned her. She couldn't stand it. She sat down at the fountain's edge. She closed her eyes and took a little bit of water in her hands and splashed it in her face. She dried her face with her sleeve. She stood up. She was tall. Real tall. 5'10" to be exact. She looks at herself in the water. She sighed. She could never hide the past.

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  • .:.La La La.:. -- Lestata, 09:30:02 09/22/02 Sun
    OOC name: Jodi
    IC name: Lestata
    Age: 19
    Gender: female
    Species: an insanely vampirish human

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  • The rough and surly men stride into the square, pulling a string of rearing and snapping horses. -- Men, 07:27:22 09/22/02 Sun
    He whacks them harshly with a leather crop. Calm down, ye great beasts! He ties them all to an open post, and waits for some potential buyers.

    ***HORSE #1***
    Breed: Morgan
    Height: 15.2 hh
    Color: black
    Age: 7
    Gender: stallion

    ***HORSE #2***
    Breed: Morgan
    Height: 15 hh
    Color: chestnut
    Age: 9
    Gender: mare

    ***HORSE #3***
    Breed: Arabian
    Height: 16 hh
    Color: dapple gray
    Age: 7
    Gender: mare

    None have names, all have players.

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  • ((umm.. I'm sorry for screwing up the board before)) -- Koji, 10:16:23 09/21/02 Sat
    ((and since my post got deleted, I guess I get to join again))

    .|clutches the bag that he had received and walks around |±| turns his head to get a better look of Kavanagh |±| scrambles onto the roof of a nearby shop of some sort and plops down, taking out a half smushed peach |±| sighs and tosses it backward |±| yowl is 'mitted through the air as the peach hits a black cat, an unusual pet |±| turns and gasps, quirking an eyebrow|.
    Ahh! Sorry Taisho!
    .|ten year old picks up the cat and strokes him while Taisho hisses slightly before settling down |±| watches the people below with not much an interest |±| his mind wanders as his eyes mist over, seemingly staring at the sunset|.


    name: koji || age: ten || past: unkown || powers: hasn't discovered any yet || picture:


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  • Shrugs [Lily and Mia]... -- Briar, 12:33:48 09/18/02 Wed
    "It's ok Mia." Then he turned to Lily. "If-If it helps I don't care what it takes to make it."

    ((OCC-If you scroll down your compys freeze.))

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  • Joining!!!! -- Denash, 20:44:02 09/20/02 Fri
    Name:Denash
    gender:Male
    age:25
    A man walks into the square.looking around at the shops.

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  • Entrance -- Shamil, 12:45:43 09/18/02 Wed
    ~A large dog entered through Kavavnagh gates. On it's back was a sattle upon which a gnome rode as though it were a throne. Heads atomataclly turned away from the tiny sourseress, the stength of her magic hurt your mind as bright light might hurt your eyes. They dog silently padded towards the fountain.~

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  • | arrival | -- Las'sithar, 17:19:21 09/19/02 Thu
    A faint strumming against cobbles can be heard as a trio arrives in the lands of Kavanagh. Many glances are passed to the pair, the eyes of those watching cautious and a bit fearful. The humanoid is a female, wild and savage in looks and beauty. Her companions: a panther and a black stallion. The lady rode the black stallion on a simple saddle with packs attatched to it.

    The emerald eyes upon the young woman's face dart ferociously around. "Come, Amarail," the human says softly to the panther, who follows willingly. Leading the creature to the fountain in the center of the square, the maiden dismounts her steed and sits at the edge of the fountain.

    This newcomer wore a skirt that ended at her mid-thigh, a sleeveless shirt held up by a tie around her neck, and knee-high boots. All were made of buckskin and the skirt was cut roughly. Around the woman's neck, a leather cord was tied, bearing an emerald. It was small, yet becoming with her eyes; her only piece of jewelry.. Some say she stole it, but those worthy know that her mother gave it to her before she died.

    With a scowl on her face, the young woman tucked her legs beneath her, taking the quiver of arrows off her shoulder and placing the bow she carried on the fountain's edge. The female panther watched her mistress within curiousity before lowering herself to the street and the black stallion lowered his regal head to munch on some grass coming between some cobbles.

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    Christened- Las'sithar [Meaning: Wild Cat Friend]
    Summers- 15
    Genre- Young Woman
    Race- Elven
    Appearance- Pointed ears, tanned skin, wavy golden locks, emerald eyes
    Power- Speaking with Animals
    Other- She is skilled with a bow and arrow and hunts animals only willing to give its life. Afterwards, she thanks the animal's spirit for feeding her. She thinks highly of all creatures, big or small, lovely or not.

    Christened- Firvin [Meaning: Dark Storm]
    Springs- 4
    Genre- Bronc'
    Species- Equus
    Appearance- Completely black
    Other- He was abandoned as a young foal, his mother having died giving birth. A few hours after his birth, Las'sithar found him and nursed him to health. The steed now feels that he owes much to her, so he lets only she ride upon his back.

    Christened- Amarail [Meaning: Beautiful Hunter]
    Springs- 2
    Genre- Female
    Species- Panther
    Appearance- Completely black with large, emerald eyes
    Other- As a cub, a hunter shot her mother and Las'sithar found her while out riding Firvin. She took the very small cub and Amarail was nursed to health. She befriended Las and protects her from all harm.

    Picture of the Trio

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  • | arrival | -- Las'sithar, 11:23:56 09/16/02 Mon
    A faint strumming against cobbles can be heard as a trio arrives in the lands of Kavanagh. Many glances are passed to the pair, the eyes of those watching cautious and a bit fearful. The humanoid is a female, wild and savage in looks and beauty. Her companions: a panther and a black stallion. The lady rode the black stallion on a simple saddle with packs attatched to it.

    The emerald eyes upon the young woman's face dart ferociously around. "Come, Amarail," the human says softly to the panther, who follows willingly. Leading the creature to the fountain in the center of the square, the maiden dismounts her steed and sits at the edge of the fountain.

    This newcomer wore a skirt that ended at her mid-thigh, a sleeveless shirt held up by a tie around her neck, and knee-high boots. All were made of buckskin and the skirt was cut roughly. Around the woman's neck, a leather cord was tied, bearing an emerald. It was small, yet becoming with her eyes; her only piece of jewelry.. Some say she stole it, but those worthy know that her mother gave it to her before she died.

    With a scowl on her face, the young woman tucked her legs beneath her, taking the quiver of arrows off her shoulder and placing the bow she carried on the fountain's edge. The female panther watched her mistress within curiousity before lowering herself to the street and the black stallion lowered his regal head to munch on some grass coming between some cobbles.

    With careful a-do, the girl sharpened her arrows with a stone she retrieved from the packs on the horse. She did this skillfully, making sure they were all at a point..

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    Christened- Las'sithar [Meaning: Wild Cat Friend]
    Summers- 15
    Genre- Young Woman
    Race- Elven
    Appearance- Pointed ears, tanned skin, wavy golden locks, emerald eyes
    Power- Speaking with Animals
    Other- She is skilled with a bow and arrow and hunts animals only willing to give its life. Afterwards, she thanks the animal's spirit for feeding her. She thinks highly of all creatures, big or small, lovely or not. Las does steal at times and loves to cause havoc, yet at times will be a loner.

    Christened- Firvin [Meaning: Dark Storm]
    Springs- 4
    Genre- Bronc'
    Species- Equus
    Appearance- Completely black
    Other- He was abandoned as a young foal, his mother having died giving birth. A few hours after his birth, Las'sithar found him and nursed him to health. The steed now feels that he owes much to her, so he lets only she ride upon his back.

    Christened- Amarail [Meaning: Beautiful Hunter]
    Springs- 2
    Genre- Female
    Species- Panther
    Appearance- Completely black with large, emerald eyes
    Other- As a cub, a hunter shot her mother and Las'sithar found her while out riding Firvin. She took the very small cub and Amarail was nursed to health. She befriended Las and protects her from all harm.

    Picture of the Trio

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  • X...A boy, fourteen winters enters the square on an ebon stallion, beautiful eyes watching other people warily...X (OCC-This for StumbleDuck only...) -- Briar, 14:57:22 09/19/02 Thu
    X…The pitch-black Frisian throws his noble head, impatient to be traveling faster then a slow, cautious walk and the unusual red flames of his eyes dance, then fade and the orbs become black. The boy’s hands grip the mane of the horse and he rides without saddle or bridal, steering by leg, word, and with their immensely deep bond. Following behind and off to one side is a she-wolf with a night-dark coat. Her muzzle and paws are flecked with a dull silver color, as are her ears and her tail. She pads along quietly, tail low, eyes watchful. The boy's gold brown skin glints like freshly pounded copper sheets in the sunlight, and his rough cut, charcoal black hair is ruffled by a gentle breeze which seems to have come from nowhere to cool the boy. The air is pleasant enough and so he wears a hide vest and a white, almost sleeveless shirt, and tanned shorts, all well worn and broken in. With him he carries many things…Hidden in sheaths all over his body are fine knives and at his hip he carries a dagger. The hilt is beautifully carved, engraved with astounding designs, embossed with emeralds and sapphires, made from silver, and the blade is fine, Elven metal. It glows ocean-blue when danger, whether human, animal, or elemental, approaches. He also has a stunning mahogany longbow with arrows feathered from a phoenix and the points bladed with hand carved dragons’ teeth. In his pocket he always has a small woodland flute that has a forest-green vine design on it and special properties. He has a small, hide shoulder sack, and in it are three gold coins called Dask, two silvers called Mas, and a copper, called Kan. It also holds a flat piece of jade and a small orb in which black, gray, and white smoke swirls, as well as a bright red apple and a good sized, leather bound sketchbook. The sketchbook is plain and old looking, with faded parchment pages. It’s full of beautiful paintings, charcoal and pencil drawings, and chalk-slate sketches, of animals, trees, places, and people. Under his sketchbook is a short-sleeved, button-up, linen shirt; about knee length, cotton pants; a purple silk shirt; green silk shorts; soft, leather moccasins; and folded boots. On top of his sketchbook sits a small diary with the words Briar Moss impressed into the cover. In it are entries, some short and some long, written neatly in black ink, from an eagle quill which is tucked into the book (and a glass bottle of jet ink), on pristinely white pages. He also has one other book, with silver inlayed into the cover and, in calligraphy, secrets of the Unknown are scribed across the pages. Around his neck he wears a silver-colored charm on a thin chain, the charm in the shape of a large maple tree. His startling, gray-green eyes are extremely observant, picking up light invisible to the average human eye, and his ears hear sounds above and below the normal range. His smelling also detects things that things most human noses wouldn’t pay mind to. He’s stunningly handsome, yet seemingly ignorant of his good-looks and his interests are not in most who might appreciate them. He has a strange aurora about him and there is a wild look in his eyes that comes from inside his heart, not from fear. There is much more to him than it appears and he has Wylde-Magic running in his veins. He nudges his horse slightly with bare feet and the she-wolf slinks along behind, cold looking, ice blue eyes alert…X







    Stats
    Dubbith: Briar F. Moss
    Calling: Briar
    Winters: 14 (years)
    Flesh Stain: Golden Brown
    Orb Tint: Gray Green
    Tapestry Paint: Charcoal Black
    Sire x Dam: Francis x Marian
    Earth Type: 15/16 Human, 1/16 Elf
    Status: A street rat, thief, pickpocket, rouge, bugler, Wylde mage, and friend to animals as well as a few humans.
    Home City: Hajara
    Communication (Email): qh_kid@yahoo.com

    History
    He was born in the season of blooming flowers and unfurling leaves, in the month of the white wolf and his parents were Marian and Francis. At the young age of three years Briar’s parents, both of whom he was close to, were murdered. No evidence of who the murderer was given but Briar soon learned of his half brother, Drayges, and his hideous secret; killing his parents. After that both Drayges and Briar were sent to an orphanage. The night that was midway through the first week of the two’s arrival Drayges learned of Briar’s knowledge of the terrible deed and sought after him, knife ready. Briar, however, escaped through a window and took off. For about a year (he was four winters round now) he lived on the streets, scrounging in trash for food, barely surviving. When his fifth birthday arrived the Thief Lord (The Leader of all the gangs in Hajara) found him and placed him into a gang, The Silver Wolves. Briar remained in a gang till the age of eleven, when he was caught stealing for the third time. Since he was already wearing the double X (a x shaped imprint stamped on a thief’s hand when he was caught stealing) he was sentenced to life at the Docks, a nasty place where people lived a short time. However, he made one of the few escapes after half a year there. When he arrived at Red Leaf Woods (which soon became his home) he was twelve summers. He was ’taken in’ by a pack of wolves an was under the care of the two alphas, Adra and Kymir. Kohanna, his present she-wolf companion, was his “sister”. When Briar was thirteen and a half Drayges, who had become part of a raiding party, stumbled upon Briar’s family of wolves after burning a village that had resided near the forest. The used slow methods of killing the wolves after capturing them, and Briar and Kohanna were the only ones that escaped. The raiders skinned the wolves for their pelts and when Briar and Kohanna returned the wolves had been mangled disgustingly. Briar and Kohanna spent the next half a year traveling, [During which time Briar’s life was saved by an ebony black stallion, Ahote, who came to his rescue during a volcano eruption] till all three came upon this place, where the now reside.

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    Father was of Arador, and was one of the finest with horses and met his wife upon making a visit to Berdan. His mother was of Berdan, great with birds, and her mother was of Semine (Briar's mother had diverted from that culture, interested in the birds of prey). His mother's father was Sidonia; his name remains unknown; he had fallen in love with Briar's grandmother, given her a child, then mysteriously disappeared. His father's father had been Arador but had moved to Sidonia. On one of his travels he met his wife, Briar's grandmother, who was Aislinn. Briar himself was born in a desert of Sidonia but traveled around, usually returning for a visit though.


    ((OCC-This is for Stumbleduck, everyone else ignore as I've played here awhile and ain't re joining.))

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  • Joining -- Alena, 13:47:10 09/19/02 Thu
    Here are my Characters.....

    Name:Tiri

    Age:16

    Gender:Female

    Species:Elven Sorceress

    Personality:She is compassionate to those who ae suffering but if she finds you unsatisfactory,she will happily put her magic to work,making your life a horror.

    Description:She has silver eyes,and black hair.She is very tall,with long elven fingers,and legs.She has a clear,pale complexion.

    Weapons:Bow and Arrow

    Talents: She can use any type of magic she has ever heard of,her favorite being Lycanthropy(Becomeing a wolf for a short period of time.)
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    Name:Relvian

    Age:4

    Gender:Male

    Species:Wolf

    Personality:Fierce and ruthless,he lives his life,a lone wolf,to be hated and feared forever.This he knows,and accepts.

    Description:He has black fur,and blue eyes.

    Weapons:Teeth

    Talents:He can throw fire
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    OOC name:Alena

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  • joining!!! -- Kael, 11:34:05 09/19/02 Thu
    A boy of ten years of age walks into the kilworth square and looks at the people in the square.

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  • Problem Fixed... -- Lynn, 01:20:54 09/19/02 Thu
    I, ummm, used to kind of own this game, so I know the passwords and stuff. Anyways, I deleted the problem post. I am sorry, player of Kudji, I think it was. You have to not use that font, and perhaps rejoin. My apologies for the inconvenience.

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  • ((OCC-DON'T POST GLOW LETTERS!!!! THEY MESS IT UP!!!!)) -- Briar, 12:29:41 09/18/02 Wed
    ((Thank you.))

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  • Emerges -- Mia, 07:57:24 09/07/02 Sat
    Mia emerges from Lazy Sun Café and sits on the fountain’s edge. Nothing to do, I could race snails… She kneels on the fountain’s flat edge. She glides her finger over the surface, making small waves. She splashes the water with her hands, some getting on her. She gazes into the fountain. She sees a slight glint of something shiny… She stretches her neck to have a better look. But only she stretched out a little to far. She plummeted into the waters. She felt her chin hit the bottom of the fountain. She hoists herself up, spitting water out, and some at passersby who gave her threateningly looks. She looked into the waters, hoping to spot something twinkle. She shuffles her knees across the fountain, her hands feeling over the fountain’s bottom.

    She couldn’t find anything. She sighs and raises herself onto the cobblestones. Mia stretches out her arms and legs, getting ready for combat. She then runs a few laps around the square. After a few drinks of water, she closes her eyes and planted her feet into a fighter’s stance. She slowly punches into the air, pretending the figure in front of her is an opponent.

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  • ...whatcha gonna do with a drunken sailor... -- Henry, 12:51:16 09/16/02 Mon
    ...the middle aged going on elderly man walked in, shirtless with raggy shorts, bald head glinting in the sun. a large belly bulged and rumpled over the shorts, giving him the appearence of having swallowed a medium sized boulder. he was striken with a 'disease hunger' of sorts, and his modo was alon the lines of, "live to eat, don't eat to live", the oppisite of the way it was stated by its creater. of course, fate would have it that he lacked money. whenever a coin was indeed earned he bought either drink or luxery with it, meaning the following were what he got, in order of preference:

    -Floscre `A greasy, fried suger pastry
    -Honey Bun `A quite stick pastry
    -Doughnut `An odd, ring like pastry with icing
    -Wine `a spiced, alchoholic beverage
    -Honey Cakes 'Small patties of honey and cakey bread
    -Any thing else fried or sugary

    Unfortionately, his love of wine boarded on drunkness, just as his love of desserts boarded on obssesion.


    ((OCC-You probably think I'm weird...Hehe, I was doing a religion fast thing so I'm hungry. I thought a hungry character would be stupid so I made him sortta a poor drunk person. Oh well, I'm pitiful.))

    OCC NAME-Potato

    ((I'm serious about the name.))

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  • Laughs -- Mia, 19:18:50 09/14/02 Sat
    Mia laughs as she runs atop the edge of the fountain. She shouts to Haley in the Cathedral to hurry up. “COME ON HALEY! PUMP THOSE CHICKEN LEGS!”

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  • Came in -- Tenila, 09:16:01 09/14/02 Sat
    A 16-year-old girl walks into the sqaure. She sits down at the fountain and looks around. Her golden honey hair goes with the wind. She mutters to herself,"It's never going to be the same." She holds onto her emarld and stands up. Not knowing what to do or who she will meet.

    (My OOC name is Danielle)

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  • .:| grin |:. -- straw hat, 19:28:49 09/12/02 Thu
    .:| a straw hat floats in, a happy grin plastered on it's face |:.
    .:| it sends out a giggle, grinning happily |:.
    .:| it suddenly stops, sensing anger |:.
    .:| a little squeal is heard as it hops toward the blacksmith, where it hoped to find some fun |:.

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  • -- uncle, 19:12:57 09/12/02 Thu
    [~ Side of a silent, musty looking wagon suddenly falls to the ground with a loud BANG ~]

    GET YOUR POTIOOONNS!!! POTIONS HERE FOR CHEAP! EVERYTHING FROM MORPHING TO HEALING!!!!

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  • A girl appears -- Zandra, 17:51:50 09/11/02 Wed
    A girl about 14 walks likes she lost. Her cloths look torn and she looks scared. She wonders what will people think of her here? How would they treat if they knew her secret.
    Her purple cloak hits her ankles.

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  • A... -- Katarina, 03:16:28 09/12/02 Thu
    girl with long blonde curly hair walks in, she looks around, her blue eyes shinning, "New town, new friends, new...money" she muttered to herself. She looked around again.
    Name: Katarina
    Nickname: Kat
    Gender: Female
    Age: 15
    Hair Colour: Blonde
    Hair Length: Just above her hips
    Eye Colour: Blue
    Build: Thin

    OOC: Purdey plays Katarina

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  • A Boy... -- Alexander, 00:52:36 09/05/02 Thu
    about the age of 15 walks in, he looks around, the strange place, his parents had once been here, but where are they now? he thought to himself quietly

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  • A new girl -- Malina, 16:30:49 09/11/02 Wed
    color=Plum> A 14 year old girl walks in. She sat at the rountain and looked at herself in the water. She stood out and looked around at the people. Would they like her? Would they hate her?

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  • Banner -- Banner, 18:39:44 09/10/02 Tue

    A banner flys up and you catch. It says...




    LOOKING FOR A JOB WITH HORSES? GO TO BLUE SKY'S HORSES!!

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    • -- font faerie, 14:49:38 09/11/02 Wed
  • »- -enters. -- lily, 16:19:27 09/10/02 Tue
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  • Just want to see how this font looks -- Player of one, 15:31:52 09/10/02 Tue
    The vixºn leapt over the crosswire to reach her den.

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  •  -- uncle, 10:09:32 09/08/02 Sun
    [~ Side of a silent, musty looking wagon suddenly falls to the ground with a loud BANG ~]

    GET YOUR POTIOOONNS!!! POTIONS HERE FOR CHEAP! EVERYTHING FROM MORPHING TO HEALING!!!!


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  • A new girl comes -- Chalea, 18:44:41 09/06/02 Fri
    A girl of thirteen, with brown hair and blue eyes. She looks around. Wandering what to do, who will she meet, is this place bad or good. She looks at the people around her. She feels like an intruder.

    OOC: My OOC name is Amanda

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  • ~If birds of a feather flock together, then why do I know you?~ -- Evian & Rosperti, 17:00:57 09/08/02 Sun
    ((Note: These are charries from another game that I brought here, so they know each other, plus charries not esistant in this game (yet I hope) Anyway, now you know)

    A pair of friends enter the square, talking lightly. One, a young man about 19, is dressed in a dark cloak and watches all that goes on. He's got that whole tlak dark stanger thing going for him, but he does not seem to notice. His bushy brows furrow as he observes this land. The other, a woman in her early twenties, is extremely beautiful and she knows it. Her eyes linger slightly on the more handsome men and her smiles to them are sickinly sweet to lookers-on. The man notices this and a knowing smile crosses his face...*

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  • .rejoin. -- lorelei, 16:59:09 09/08/02 Sun
    .cloaked lady enters, blood red labrums part in a sinister smile.

    .she had undergone much change, warping her mind as well as her heart.

    .baby fox that once traveled with her is now a full grown ebon' creature, still snaked around her neck.

    .cold aura vibrates around the four legged animal, it's kindness and carefree nature vanished.


    [reborn...as an evil]

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  • a young woman walks around -- Hekate, 12:08:45 09/07/02 Sat
    A girl about 14 walks around in a long dark cloak. Her face
    looks haunted and her eyes look like they hold a secret and her orb penedent with a diamond in the middle looks odd.
    OOCname:Kia
    character age: 14
    Race:human/siren/witch
    name:hekate

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  • Looking... -- ..., 17:34:27 09/06/02 Fri
    A paper flies about and you pick it up. it says

    NEED NEW OWNER FOR BLUE SKY'S HORSES


    OOC:You will be playing Kaeria

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  • Promise Me -- Decree, 17:44:29 09/05/02 Thu
    + quad fulcrums carry nymph 'pon loam in swift movement; auditives high altitude 'pon carapace. faccid remains placid. pigmation o' roan bares dancin' rays 'pon spinal region. appendages dance, seemingly t' outrun squall o' own creation. swing flutters daintily in zephyr, threatenin' to hiss an' snap at predator. + small nymph sit 'pon wither region, animal dancing inwards. Hands remain steady, features placid. "Whoa, Rhapsody..." lampistra shine, glancing about at the city life. Her hair was in a boy-cut, as well as clothing. She was in disguise yet still that sex o' nymph. With a swift kick, mare underneathe her picked up a gallop, darting through the vendors and such. An apple tree marks halting space, be alone. Swift dismount is taken effect, apple yanked from the branch roughly. With a bit of dentiles, rest is give to loyal animal. "Thanks Rhapsody..."

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  • Walks out... -- Vala, 11:38:48 08/17/02 Sat
    A young girl walks out into the square, Brushing her long auburn hair out of her face. Her light clear eyes seeming almost silver, and yet... if one where looking, they would clearly see that they where blue. She glances around the people and the shops, would anyone per chance have seen her sister Anna? most likely not. Most everyone in the square looked more then a bit occupied with whatever they were doing. As her eyes pass by the people, she notices a Black hooded man standing in the street, seeming to be watching a disappearing figure. Would he know? shaking her head she looks at the shops, where would her steps take her?

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