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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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The Shops

Seamstress Shop || Uncle's Potion Shop

White Dove Horses || Blue Moon Bakery

Lord of the Rings


  • .The Young Women Drives The Covered Wagon Back In. -- Lauren, 12:20:51 09/02/02 Mon
    .She hops down from the wagon and unhooks her oxen for them to get a drink from the large fountain. She ties her oxen to a pole while she looks up in the sky, trying to tell what time it was, she figure it was 3PM-4PM or so. She pondered in her mind of what to do for sleep. She did not have the money to stay at the inn, and was afraid to stay by herself. She needed to find someone to stay with her. She planned to stay here, right in the square and just sleep in the wagon. She looked around for someone to stay the night with her. She sits on the end of the wagon, looking down.

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  • A new girl -- Kaomi, 15:41:24 09/03/02 Tue
    A 9 year old girl walks in and with her brown hair in a bun she looks around, hiding the ruby on her necklace in her shirt. She looks around and thinks, what should I do and I wonder who I will meet.

    Name:Kaomi
    Age:9
    Hair:Brown
    Eyes:Brown
    Gender:Female
    Height:4'9"
    Weight:60 lbs.

    My OOC name is danielle

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  • -- uncle, 15:25:52 09/03/02 Tue
    [~ 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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  • Elfin grin on her face -- Mia, 17:42:12 08/31/02 Sat
    Mia looks around with an elfin grin on her face, she kicks the chicken in the air, chasing after it. She discovered diving after the chicken would have purpose in the game. She darts after the chicken, which are unusually fast or their legs. She dives to seize it several times, and once she plunged into the fountain. A soaking wet nine-year-old makes a trail of water behind her as she scampers after the hen. She soaks the people who passed, “Sorry!” She shrieks over her shoulder. Now after every dive, she would always gather some dirt on her dress. The chicken was flapping its feathered wings; it jumped onto shallow roofs and people’s animals. The girl was filthy, every time she dove to catch it; she swabs the cobblestones off the square.

    (OOC: Anyone care to join?)

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  • --> o f t h e e a r t h -- decree, 19:10:56 09/02/02 Mon

    o f t h e e a r t h --> . fair maiden o' earthen tones emerges from the foliage 'pon a mohangany steed . own slim bod is clad in scarlet robes . jewelry 'pon bod . indeed, the look she gave was not one o' poverty, but o' wealth . wealth o' sprit . the chocolate beast is dismounted . the air o' grace ne'er leaving 'er . a few soft words pass through plush labia . the steed giving a snort, and a toss o' his mighty head in return . for it was true, she was an animal talker . gifted with the power to speak to the creatures o' the earth . she was ne'er seen without an animal by 'er side, though it may be hidden in the folds o' 'er garmet . tobacco inked ooids glance 'bout, looking p'haps for a lodging for the night .

    n a m e decree
    s u m m e r s21
    b l e s s e d fatale
    l o c k s a light chocolate
    o r b s a deep chocolate
    p e r s o n a as thoughtful
    as she is hasty, as intelligent as she is naive, as perfect as she is flawed. a contradiction to 'erself

    a w h i s p e r u p o n t h e w i n d--> mohangany brute stands restlessly . mighty dagger is brought down 'pon the cobblestone path, causing an ear splitting bang . paper thin nadirs flare, the whites showing 'pon the edge o' orbicans . mighty dial is tossed, locks falling into line o' sight . at the words o' the petite lady the stallion is stilled . all animation ceased . it seems beauty tamed the beast .

    d u b b e d WindTalker
    w i n t e r s 6
    c u r s e d steed
    p i g m e n t a t i o n an earthen brown
    p e r s o n a firey, unpredictable, be wary


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  • -Sister & Brother- -- Caroline and Nicholas, 18:30:11 09/02/02 Mon


    -A beautiful white steed trots in, a breathe taking women upon it. Her firey locks float in the air like feathers on the water surface on a calm day. Her silk burgundy gown with golden trim glistens in the sun. She halts here steed and looks about. Emerald ooids shoot twards silbing-
    Oh yay. Tis we're here. Nicholas, I do surely know what you're thinking, you best snap it out of your little mind or I will.
    -Caroline snaps, she knew what he was thinking, being a physcic and mind reader among other untold things.-


    Caroline, tis I was only suggesting you must have a better attitude about this. You may be my older sibling, but you still have no right seeking into my mind at my thoughts and ideas. It's plain rude, down right rude.
    -The hansom brute says a bit angered. He halts his ebony steed and sighs-
    Caroline, please be happy. I hate it when you are like this. You know it agitates me! Now, tonight we will be staying at the Shamrock Inn. That's all we have money for, only tonight. We must keep the rest for building supplies and animals.
    -He says sternly, taking charge. He normally was extremely sweet but he couldn't stand when his sister is like this, taking advantage of her gift.-


    Caroline Secilia
    27 Summers
    Femme Fatale
    Long spiraled fire colored tresses. Peircing emerald ooids. Slim. Tall.
    Emilio
    6 Summers
    Stallion
    Pure White
    Arab
    For Stud At 15 Shillings

    Nicholas Sicilia
    22 Winters
    Brute
    Short curled blonde hair. Emerald ooids. Muscular, but slim. Tall.
    Hunter
    7 Winters
    Stallion
    Jet Black
    Friesian
    For Stud At 20 Shillings.
    -The two keep walking there horses, checking stores out here and there-

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  • .Femme Enters In Small Beat Up Covered Wagon. -- Lauren, 11:44:14 09/02/02 Mon

    .A young women enters, driving a covered wagon pulle by two oxen. A milk cow and horse are tied to the back of the wagon and inside are several chickens. Lauren halts the oxen and glances round thee square, she smiles.

    Dubbed Lauren McNeily
    Summers 16
    GendreO' Fair Ones
    SpeciesHuman
    PersonaYou Shall See

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  • Walks In.... -- Anna, 13:12:33 09/01/02 Sun
    The girl walks out from Shamrock Inn into the Square, blinking a little in the sunlight. She pulls back her long black hair from her face, shading her eyes with her hand against the summer sun. She looks around....so many places to see....where to start?

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  • Xxv- Newcomer -vxX -- »: party of two, 11:27:55 08/31/02 Sat
    x.. sizable wagon rolls by as a loud crash sounds from inside,
    accompanied shortly after by a dull roar just under a scream ..x

    Lily! Your staff is taking up too much room in the wagon!
    No room for potions! TAKE OUT!!

    »- -gentle sigh is heard as a teenage girl sighting at the drivers seat
    pulls back the reins lightly to stop her horse, Silver Tear, who was pulling the wagon.

    »- -fatale jumps down, landing silently onto the square floor,
    crania turns as soft hazel orbs take in the surrounding landscape

    [~ another crash ~]

    NOW LILY!!!

    Coming, uncle!

    »- -are the last two words heard before
    she disappears into the wagon

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  • *A large brown horse rides into view, it's hooves pounding the ground beneath it with a quick force.* -- Brenia (ooc:renee), 02:42:37 09/01/02 Sun
    Upon it sits a smiling woman. Pulling the horse to a quick halt she jumps down and pats the horses black mane. She smiles happily for no particular reason. The woman is fairly short, her figure being muscular and toned. A bubbly, youthful face stares out from tanned skin. Big and observant green eyes are in constant animation underneath long eyelashes. Her hair uncommonly cut short and close cut, looks almost black/blue in the sun. Her dress falls comfortably to her feet,picking up dust on the light blue material. Turning to her horse, she gently teathers him to a nearby post while she looks around.*

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  • *A horses hooves can be heard, clicking noisily against the hard ground. As the horse gets closer, the noise becomes louder, occasionally a whiny pierces the air.* -- (ooc:Beth) Mistress Kaika, 19:48:51 08/31/02 Sat
    A slender woman sits firmly upon the large white beasts back, her black slippers hanging firmly at it's side. Pulling back with thin, pale hands she slows the horse to a stop. Looking out from under a silk hood she reaches up and pulls it back. Her skin is pale and creamy, light blue eyes, swirling with emotionless hate. High cheekbones and a thin, delicate nose grace her face with a stunning presence. She grins suddenly, a simple, smug grin... full red lips twisting with into a grin that looks painful to watch. Dismounting from her horse she lands solidly on the ground, her creamy white dress falling back in place. Shaking her head, she reorganizes her hair, letting the long strands of wavy silver hair fall to her back. Turning to look around she keeps her hand placed on the mare's neck, her long black nails drumming a silent song.*

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  • Running steps... -- Taylor, 03:29:22 08/26/02 Mon
    echo through the street as a girl runs in, her long orange hair blowing out in the wind behind her, she dodges behind a bin and watches an angry man run straight past her, suddenly the crystal on her necklace start to shine, she clasps her hand around it, shielding the light, once she has made sure the man is not coming back, she stands up and steps out from behind the bin. Her crystal stops shining, she looks around, wondering if anyone had seen...

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  • | Return | -- | Roman |, 23:38:55 08/28/02 Wed
    | Twin russet hewn wrists grip the oak handle of a cart trundling behind the deliberate steps of the ironworker. Bracing against the hill, he safely delivers the cargo down the crooked path, and onto the cobbled paths of the settlement. The cart clatters on the stones, breaking the peaceful square with the awful racket. A corner of the canvas embracing the cart flips up to reveal cold iron and steel. Silently the craftsman dissappears down the path leading to his abode and forge. |

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  • [.: Newest Entrant :.] -- Shazurea, 19:47:36 08/17/02 Sat
    Small staturesque lady enters the Village Square with soft footfalls that tell nothing of her presence. Earthen tunic seems drab upon her frame,yet the color is soft and brings out her piercing emerald gaze. She casually inspects the products of the stalls,yet finds nothing of her liking or using.,/font>


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  • A coach... -- The Abbetmeyer Family, 03:43:22 08/02/02 Fri
    drew to a stop, as the mist cleared, a girl the age of 14 could be seen a top the horse leading the carriage, her blue dress(looking like the one in the picture up there except it is blue) flowing out in the wind, her long blond hair following her dress. The coachman stepped down from his seat and walked to the coach door, and opened it with his left hand, his other hand was in the air like a perch, for the Lady of the family, Elizabeth. As Elizabeth emerged, her red billowing gown flowed out in the wind, similar to her daughters, when she was firmly on the ground a baby was passed out, bundled up in a purple velvet blanket, then a man, the Man of the Family, John, emerged from the coach, he put his arm around his wife and they stepped forward. The coachman closed the door and walked over to his horse to help the girl, known as Elanora, off of the horse, Elanora looked at his hand and then jumped off the horse, holding her dress up at her knees, CLINK, CLINK, went Elanora's blue shoes.
    "Oh, I wish you had ridden in the coach with us Elanora, it isn't very lady like to ride on a horse" Elizabeth said to her daughter.
    "Oh Mother, I don't like sitting in those coaches, I need fresh air!" Elanora said straightening her little gold head piece, making sure the sapphire, that was dangling down on a thin gold chain, was in the centre of her forehead.
    "Oh well, can't be helped, Love" John said, "Come on lets move"

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  • + musical siren + -- Alorwyn, 14:08:43 08/15/02 Thu
    A series of soft steps drum against the dusty, yet quaint cobblestones, hinting the entrance of another newcomer. Down the street, a tall being walks with poise and elegance. It was wearing a white dress with long, cascading sleeves over her arms and thin straps over her shoulders kept the flowing garment on her slender body. Over the white dress, a cloak with a hood draped her shoulders.

    A slender-digited hand reaches to the being's brow and pushes back the hood, revealing the newcomer's face. What was found beneath the hood was a youthful face completed with dark blue eyes seemingly endless like portals and vermilion lips. The cerulean eyes peer at her surroundings with a silence, her full lips sealed with unknowing. Golden locks hang about her rosy cheeks for a moment before nails push them out of sight.

    From an unseen pocket, a drawstring bag is pulled out and the lady counts her shillings. She shrugs, there were enough. Seating herself on the fountain edge to rest for a while, she slips her feet from their imprisonment in her shoes and pulls her long dress to her mid-thighs. The girl looked around again in hopes no one was near before she slipped her feet into the cool water and sighed with joy. Suddenly, her legs started to change.. Before long, a beautiful fin with purple scales took their place.

    The sea nymph slipped her flowing dress off, along with her cloak and moved farther into the fountain. Her naked human-half was covered by her long, golden hair. It felt wonderful to be in her natural form again..

    ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

    Christened Alorwyn [meaning "sea flower of music"]

    Summers 17

    Genre Young Woman

    Race Sea Nymph/Nereid and Siren

    Appearance In human form, she has a white complexion, deep blue eyes, and long, golden hair. She is slender and seemingly harmless. In mer form, she is the same, though now she bears a long, beautiful tail of purple scales.

    Persona You'll have to see for yourself..

    Other She can perform most magics of the sea, including the sea weather. Another power she holds is that of a siren. When she sings, humans of the male genre seem bound by her voice and they nearly go crazy with passion for the holder of the wonderous voice. To be in her natural form, her body must come in contact with water.


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  • Flies in -- Little Light Sparkle, 03:15:09 08/19/02 Mon
    Flies around. -- Little light sparkle., 15:45:16 08/16/02 Fri
    A little light sparkle comes flying from the heavens and floats around. It flies over people's head and just drifts around the place. No one knowing what this sparkle is or where it even came from. Could it be someone or something from the past that hath come back to show that whoever it is wasn't going to give up on life or could it be some new sort of evil that hath come upon the little town of Kavanagh. Either way when this light sparkle evolves it should either make bliss or a dreadful realization of evil terror.

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  • Her running feet guide her to the square -- Kyrste, 18:54:12 08/15/02 Thu
    Kyrste's feet take her to Kilworth Square, without her even knowing really where she was going. Her eyes flash around, glancing from people to sky to shops, face as white as death. Her whole body shakes with fear.
    Then she hears a commotion behind her. She turns to see a huge stallion, black all over except for a brown nose and a small white star, rearing and fighting the people gathering around him with ropes raised. His long mane and banner tail seem to sweep the sky. Hooves lashing, neck extending to bite, ears pinned flat and lost in his mane, eyes flashing fire, he battles them off a short distance, then suddenly charges. To everyone's surprise he does not trample them flat, but leaps, a sky-high, soaring leap, hurtling over their heads and landing cleanly. Then the stallion slows and trots up and halts before the astonished Kyrste.
    She places her hands on his nose, because she wants to talk to him, and to talk to horses she must be touching them. Just as she is about to ask why he is angry, why he chose her, what he is running from, as she was running from-
    Then, as she goes into the trance where she and the horse are the same and speak the same language, there is a loud rushing similar to the roar of a waterfall that fills her mind, and a thick blinding whiteness, along with a loud, evil, inhuman laughter. Then all clears, but the trance-place is still filled with a foggy white light.
    Then the horse speaks.
    I am called Kestrel, he says in a voice like a bell. And I can guess you know why I have come to you.
    Yes, Kyrste says shakily. You have come for evil, haven't you? Stay away! I am not Kyrstellyn- you have come to the wrong person!
    He shakes his head. No, I know you are young Kyrstellyn, he replies. And so does- he leaves off the name- as you could probably tell. He nods at the surrounding white light and they both recall the laughter and the rushing sound. And I have come for good. I have come to help you. I know what to do.
    What must I do? Says Kyrste, quietly, almost in tears for dread and fright.
    Get on my back. I will take you there.
    Then Kyrste comes out of the trance and wonders how on earth she is going to get on Kestrel's high back. Then he lowers himself to his knees. Kyrste reluctantly climbs on, gripping his mane. Reluctant to face her fate.
    Then Kestrel rises and springs into a gallop, so fast that there is no room for anything but hanging on.

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  • -In The Shadows- -- Bakura, 17:04:43 08/15/02 Thu
    A hooded figure is concealed and secluded within the shadows that reside between the small buildings, a shadow wrapped in shadow. Leaning lazily against the wall, he wears an almost idle look about him, though something gives you the feeling he could sense, see, and hear, all that was going on within the quaint little town. Most simple pass by him without a second glance, though some don't even see him there at all. If the towns people had, however, they would have shook themselves and said it was just their mind playing tricks on them, for they would see nothing. The man had dissapeared, unnoticed by any, into the alleyway with a silent swish of his cloak.

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  • The Silver Sword -- Callifae, 22:47:11 07/15/02 Mon

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  • Gingerly walks in... -- Annie and Mia, 08:15:56 08/15/02 Thu
    Annie gingerly walks in, carrying a burlap sack. Mia, her assistant, travels on an ivory horse right behind her. Annie smiles to herself thinking. Ah, I’m back home! She swings the bulky rucksack to the ground and rubs her relieved shoulder.

    Mia grimly looks around Kavanagh and mutters irritably to Annie, “Why do we have to come back here?”

    Annie stares up to Mia, “Don’t like it here?” She sits on the fountain’s rim and observes the area.

    Mia hardheartedly glares at Annie. “Like it? All I receive is loathe from everyone!” She exclaims cynically.

    Annie stayed silent briefly, “Well, you should be respectful for a bit. Haven’t you learned anything from the past week?”

    Mia frigidly protests, “I am kind. Just people have natural hate for me.”

    Annie laughs at that, “Do you think I dislike you?” She pats Mia reassuringly. “Don’t worry, people change.” She point outs.

    Mia sighs she would never understand. “Everyone knows that I have a short temper. Maybe that is why they don’t like people like that. That is why I don’t have friends!”

    Annie sincerely states, “You are very friendly, just give people a chance.” She walks toward the bakery and motions Mia to follow.

    “I give everyone a chance, they just refuse to take it.” Mia mumbles under her breath, while she follows Annie who is dragging the sack.

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  • Sisters come into view... -- Vala, and Anna, 17:48:20 08/14/02 Wed
    Anna-
    (Player name: Rachel)
    A young girl walks into the bustling crowds of the city, deep brown eyes taking in all the comings and goings of the towns people. Her long black hair hangs down almost to her waist.

    Name: Anna Ainulinde Lirinen (Anna)
    Age: 17 1/2
    Gender: Female
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Deep brown, but sometimes seeming Golden.
    Skin: Light tan
    Height: 5.5
    Personality: Unknown...at least, by you.

    Vala-
    (Player name: Suzanna)
    A young girl steps into the crowd, her eyes glisten silver...almost, looking again they are a light clear blue.
    Her eyes hold a faraway look... but soon come back to the crowd.
    Name: Vala Alcarinque Lirinen (Vala)
    Age: 16
    Gender: Female
    Hair: Auburn
    Eyes: Light clear blue... sometimes looking silver
    Skin: Really light
    Height: 5.7
    Personality: Unknown,for now....

    (OOC: We are posting from Suzanna's house, though we really ARE two different people.)

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  • Alene walks in -- Alene, 16:17:32 08/09/02 Fri
    A girl of sixteen winters, wearing a plain brown homespun dress and a leather knapsack on her back, steps down from an old rented carriage. A scarf tied neatly over her head does not hide her very curly, very long and very, very flaming red hair. Her hazel eyes sparkle with the excitement of being in a new place. Cheerily she thanks the driver and walks over to the tired bay horses pulling the carriage. "Goodbye, Malark. Goodbye, Shyna," she whispers to them, kissing each on the nose in their turn. With a final scratch on each of the horses' favorite spots, she walks away into a new life.
    Name: Alene
    Age: 16
    Gender: female
    Traits: Very long, very curly red hair. Hazel eyes.
    Personality: Spunky and active. Loves the outdoors and all animals. Friendly and kind.
    OOC Name: Julia

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  • Enters -- Orla, 07:53:12 08/11/02 Sun
    Name: Orla
    Age: 18
    hair: Blonde
    Height: 5'7
    Eyes: Blue

    Horse

    Name: Stella
    Age:7
    Color: Bay
    Height: 15.3

    *drives in with her blue truck, as she looks for any people, she sees noone that she knew as she drives ahead...

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  • .†. elusive .†.
     -- .†. serena .†., 09:57:17 08/13/02 Tue
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  • Falls... -- I am called many names..., 21:17:03 08/11/02 Sun
    A young sparrow flutters through the air, small and pitiful. One wing is badly hurt, bleeding freely. The little bird tries with much struggle to stay in the air, but the broken wing makes this task too difficult to complete. She falls to the ground, in an ally. She tries to stand, but the loss of energy stops her. a small, sad, and weak sound escapes from the tiny bird's mouth. a abnormal white light shimmers around to the bird and it starts to change in appearence. Almost looking like a human for a moment, the white light dies, the figure still a tiny sparrow. It looks around, lets out another weak twitter, then falls into blackness. She is not dead, but is dying. If you look closely, you will see a very faint shadow of the white light still glows around the bird, giving you an eerie feeling that this bird is not all that it seems, not even a bird at all, but something magical. Yes, something magical, but something truly oppisite of evil, something so good at heart, but also weak and hurt. Some other evil force has finally wounded this angel of goodness and she is dying, in the shape of a sparrow. She will not survive if nothing heals her, if nothing rescues her...

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  • { lone wolf } -- Samovar, 11:12:12 08/10/02 Sat
    Name: Samovar
    Age: Prime- youth.
    Gender: Male
    Breed: Timber wolf
    Appearance: Rough, thin and rangy, he is not the most attractive of specimens at the present moment. Perhaps when he fills out a bit, he'll be better to look at. His coat is grey & black except for a warm auburn on his back and head. His eyes are rich amber, wild and fierce.
    Personality: A decent hunter, he is a lone wolf because he is an adult pup and not the eldest. There were too many males in the pack and he was one of the ones that had to go. But now he is in search of a lovely young female to be his mate, so he can start a real pack of his own.

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  • | Journey | -- | Roman |, 17:04:14 08/10/02 Sat
    Entruding upon the busy little square from the haven of his shop, the ferrier faintly smiles at the little, cheerful town. He, however, had some business to conduct in the city over the valley. He would take Ceres with him next time. Striking up a Germaniac tune in his clear, piercing whistle, he heads out up the hill. He would be back. |

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  • A happy-looking fat wolf pup trots into the square -- Malachi, 15:03:38 08/10/02 Sat
    A cute wolf pup trots into the square, looking confusedly around at all the busy people bustling around. He smells something good, and so he follows his nose to a person with a bag with a pork sandwich. Yummy I think I'll take it, the pup thinks.
    Stats
    Name: Malachi
    Age: 7 weeks
    Gender: male
    Traits: Gray wolf pup with dirty brown patches of pup fur, some small patches of adult gray fur, chubby
    Personality: Good with most people, because he was raised by a person, but scared of people with hats and strangers. He can talk to people.
    OOC Name: Elise

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  • Trots in on her stallion -- Callista, 16:31:55 08/09/02 Fri
    A tall young woman of twenty rides into the square, towering over people with her big black stallion. The horse is wary of all the bustle and people and shies, hooves clattering on the stone, of a peddler's cart. "Whoa, Baron," Callista whispers soothingly, stroking his neck. Immediately the stallion calms and stands still while his owner looks around.
    Name: Callista
    Age: 20
    Gender: female
    Traits: long wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, tall
    Personality: Very kind and generous. Loves horses, especially Baron, to death. Very good with horses and can calm the wildest horse.

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  • A girl of thirteen winters -- Kyrste, 17:42:20 08/09/02 Fri
    A small girl that looks younger than her age, thirteen, walks in. Thick brown-gold hair falls over her shoulders. She looks around at all the people in the square, slightly intimidated. "Just find a stable, and then you'll be okay," Kyrste tells herself. She walks around following the smell of horses.
    Name: Kyrste
    Age: 13
    Gender: female
    Traits: thick brown hair, brown eyes, small for age
    Personality: Shy at first, but very nice and friendly to people she knows. Loves horses and can talk to them.

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  • A girl of 9... -- Haley, 11:08:27 08/09/02 Fri
    A girl of nine walks into the square. She looks around and saw the stable. She walks toward the stable and sees all the horses. She wishes to buy her own but all she has is three shillings. Her eyes start to tear when she remembers her other horse that died just before she was going to leave for Kavanagh. She wipes her eyes and walks into the stable.

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  • * Arrives at the square* -- Justina, 10:02:01 08/07/02 Wed
    *dame walks in Kilworth square, carrying her skirts high above her worn knees, uncaring of the fact that she is a hysterical eye sight. She brushes her wild blond hair out of her face with her one free hand. Her locks are plastered in mud and look damp. She carries on her back a dark sac that is so packed that clothes and other articles are visible through the seems and openings. A look of dismay is plastered to her face, her lips strung in a thin line, dark circles haunt her eyes and her face is hidden behind dirt and grim. She is not a beautiful sight, everyone would agree. Even under all the dirt you can see youth in her steps, they are quick and somewhat graceful. She is such a sight you do not notice a colt following her. It is not lead by a rope, but seems like it wants to follow her, it nuzzles her free hand and she stops. She stops and gazes around, she looks for a place to stay but is troubled by the signs for she cannot read. She looks for hints on the signs to give away the type of builing but find none. She then looks to the villagers for help, she can tell they see her as a disgrace. She lowers her head in shame, and her she feels like an outcast. Her beautiful blue eyes fill with tears as she sits down on a bench.*

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  • The arrival of Salle Eyvorlin -- Salle, 20:58:18 08/05/02 Mon
    A gold-and-red draped carriage drawn by two perfectly matched black horses pulled into the square, the horses' hooves ringing on the stone. The driver pulled the horses to a halt, leaped off his seat and ran to open the door of the carriage. A slender young girl of fifteen steps down. Despite her obvious wealth, she wears only a simple lavendar skirt and white blouse, and black boots; her bearing is light, but not haughty, or dignified; her long hair hangs straight down her back, jet black as midnight with no stars. The only striking things about her appearance are her eyes: they are deep purple, shadowed by slanting black brows.
    The coachman hands her a patchwork bag of her belongings. "Is there anything else I can get for you, Miss Salle?" he asks. She shakes her head. Salle reaches into a pocket in her skirt, pulls out a crumpled letter and reads it for the fiftieth time:

    To my dearest Salle:

    I am sure you have heard of the arrangements I have made with your aunt Kariona and your uncle Michael. You are to live with them in their house in Kilworth Square, Kavanagh Town, until it is time for you to seek your fortune in the world. (Which is to say, twenty to twenty-five.) It shall be good for you, my darling, beautiful little Salle, to live in this quiet little place for a while, instead of living with I, your father, in my busy, moving merchant's life, always changing homes. You will love it in Kavanagh, my dear! Just enjoy yourself. As a going away gift, and to cheer you up, I present you with the fine young gelding that the man is holding right over by the inn. Isn't he fine? He is called Miracle.

    Always, your loving father,
    Sir Restimus Eyvorlin

    Salle shoved the letter into her pocket and looked at the gelding by the inn. He was indeed a very handsome young horse; he was a stunning red roan, his coat a blend of white and red, his head and legs solid russet red, his clipped mane and arched tail pitch black. Miracle. Well, it would be nice to have such a splendid horse, but a horse did not replace a father, or friends, or a manor you grew up with, or-
    Salle made herself stop; the hot tears were pushing at the backs of her eyes. Waving goodbye to the coachman, she went over, took Miracle from the man by the inn, swung up, and galloped out of the square.

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  • lass enters. -- Salara, 09:55:57 08/01/02 Thu
    A adolescent lass of about 7 years walked into the Town Square carrying a fiddle case in one hand and a harp on her back. Thick black hair fell in a braid to her waist as ice blue eyes glanced around at all the citizens here and for the first time in years, the girl felt scared. She looked back and reached for her horse's mane. Once she found it, she leaned on the bay mare's back.
    "Come on Swifty" she told her horse. We have to find someplace to stay. At that instant, a petite scarlet fox darted out from beneath Swifty's legs.
    "Oh, Sneak. Don’t trip me. Please. I wonder where Fi is.” She looked to the heavens and sees a minute dot that was her bald eagle, gyrating above her. Okay, Fi’s out of harm's way. She thought. And Squeak is here with me She patted a little leather pouch an her hip.Nolaka taught me well. She may have been a hard teacher, but she was a good one. I hope I will be able to visit her someday. I miss her already. She saved me from the river. I almost drowned. I owe her my life but what do I do??? Rage began to build in her at her own actions. I leave her. And why? Her rage subsided as she answered her question. To get money to send to her. I remember the first day we met. I was looking in the river, and I fell in. Then, there she came, like an angel from heaven, only not so pretty. She smiled wryly at the thought. I learned to deal with her features. They didn’t matter. Just what she knew. What I now know. All the tricks of how to survive in the wilderness. How to start a small fire without matches. How to sing and play an instrument. These will all help me survive. As long as I find a place to use these skills. Salara looked around, trying to find out where she should first go and decided that she should devote her mind to finding a place to sleep.

    ((OOC name is Allison))

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  • *Ebon pools dart the corners of the square* -- Flora (New Girl), 21:54:28 08/01/02 Thu

    *Dark brown hair cascades down the girl's back, it gleams in the sunlight unlike any hair seen before. She turns towards you, you notice her face, fair skin, crimson lips, almond eyes, perfect nose. Yet together on her face they do not fit. Rather, they do not suit her. She is not ugly, yet not over taken with extreme beauty. YOu look in to her ebon pools, you loose yourself in a story. An adventure unlike any before. You feel like you can see into her soul. She blinks, and all is lost. The story, her soul. Her crimson lips turn into a mysterious smile. She longs to know you.*

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  • she canters in bucking wildly -- No name yet, 15:49:45 07/21/02 Sun
    A golden blur canters rapidly in, ears laid flat, creamy flaxen mane and tail whipping back. As a man shouts and tries to throw a rope around her neck, the beautiful palomino mare shies violently, rearing with a defiant whinny. She gallops forward and leaps over a cart, trying to escape. People close around her. At closer view, the palomino is not wild, but merely scared and alone in this strange place.
    OOC: The mare needs someone to teach her to trust again. She was lost from her herd in a gigantic storm. Someone please adopt her and take good care of her!


    Stats:


    Name: None yet


    Age: three


    Gender: Mare (Female)


    Breed: Arabian


    Traits: Palomino, 15.3 hands high, diamond shaped star on forehead, light athletic build


    Personality: She is an intelligent mare who can be sweet at times, but is usually wary and skittish around humans. However, with the right person, she is loyal and trusting. She is fast and extremely good at jumping.


    OOC Name: Julia

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  • Enters, at a run... -- Kaeria, 18:28:19 08/03/02 Sat
    Kaeria, galloping Ravyn her black steed, come quietly and quickly through the square.Her black cape and hood completely covers her, and her horse is unmemorable in no tack except a bridle. She slightly resembles Morgan Dread, who she had joked with just this morning. Now she must work. It was time. She halts, swigging down a small flask of spirits. SHe then gallops off towards the forest, where no one is watching.

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  • .join. -- .faye., 16:19:45 07/31/02 Wed
    a pale girl rides in astride a small chestnut steed. the equine emitts a loud whinny. the girl pushes back her raven tresses, emerald orbs sparkling. "easy there, Calliou. I know we haven`t been in a town for ages, but there`s no reason te get so excited." she said in a thick Irish accent. She dismounted, 'er dark tresses flying. She led her chestnut beast around, looking for someone to talk to.

    OOC: my name`s christine.

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  • Sneering, Morgan Dread limps into the new town -- Morgan Dread, 07:49:23 07/06/02 Sat
    Shaking his head, Morgan pulls out a flask from his silver travelling cloak. He opens the flask, pouring the contents on the ground. "Ugh. A horrid new town, and I'm the one who's new." Looking around, Morgan screams, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?" He covers his pale face, hoping no one sees the tear running down it. Tucking a long strand of blond, almost white hair behind an ear, Morgan sits on the hard ground. He gently touches the black opal ring on his hand, obviously deep in rememberance. A black rose appears suddenly, rotating in front of his face. With an evil grin, Morgan stares at the rose; orange eyes unblinking. His eyes flash an odd tone of pale blue for a moment; causing the rose to smoke and catch on fire. With a deep, booming laugh, Morgan stands up, brushing an imaginary piece of dust off his crisp, black shirt. "Come and get me, world. I'm ready for you."

    Name: Morgan Dread (new identity)
    Race: Human
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Extremely pale, as though he has spent his entire life indoors. His fang-like dogteeth are in sharp contrast to his other straight, white teeth. Bright orange eyes dart around constantly, looking for any signs of trouble. A silver travelling cloak, black shirt and black pants seem to never get dirty; his shoulder-length blond, almost white hair seems to never get tangled. Morgan towers over most creatures; sharp features and a mildly handsome face are made less attractive with a constant sneer.
    Personality: Dark and brooding, Morgan is ignored constantly, causing sarcastic and rude comments when he is spoken to. He has always leaned towards the darker side of things, even betraying loved ones in order to obey his master. If you treat Morgan the way he wishes, he will warm to you and, perhaps, tell you of his past. Do not treat this lightly, for there are not many people who know Morgan's history.

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  • subject -- Kinifruit28, 12:46:53 08/01/02 Thu
    A girl walks into the sqaure, she has blonde hair and green eyes, she sits on the fountain and sings. Lalala.

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  • subject -- DragonStar, 12:55:17 08/01/02 Thu
    DragonStar is walking through the square, she has black hair with deep green eyes that are gazing through the darkness.

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  • subject -- Kinifruit28, 12:47:24 08/01/02 Thu
    A girl walks into the sqaure, she has blonde hair and green eyes, she sits on the fountain and sings. Lalala.

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  • Waiting.... -- Hali, 22:12:49 07/26/02 Fri
    A young girl with brown hair is waiting for her friend. She is tired of waiting and is very very bored. She looks around, thinking and wondering, When is my friend going to get here?!?!

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  • You walk arcoss to bricks, when you notice a banner under your foot. You pick it up and it says.... -- Owners, 08:31:36 07/28/02 Sun
    Come and stop at the Lazy Sun Café and Blue Moon<BR> Bakery!

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  • :|:Kavanagh:|: -- Michael, 07:23:02 07/25/02 Thu
    One booted foot steps out onto the path of Kavanagh. Shortly after, another booted foot steps onto the path landing right beside the other. The man belonging to these feet had traveled some distance to get here, well maybe not here, but somewhere. His black hair was messy and needed to be washed, and his eyes of bright hazel looked dull in their color. He lets out a low sigh and stands there, looking out into the people, glad to be in a place he could stay where people were who might beable to help him. He dusts of his loose fitting shirt that was usually white, but now golden with dirt. He looks around again and sighs another sigh. He doesn't move or go anywhere, just waits, waits for a sign.

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  • Notice to the new commers!!!!! -- Sonya (one of the 3 owners), 12:35:28 07/27/02 Sat
    Ok to you new commers who have joined this game in the way of a modern rpg...THIS IS NOT A MODERN RPG. It is a fantasy, medival, and if you don't know what that is think Cinderella, or Snow white or all those kinds of fairytales. Or perhaps if you would've read the rules and the opening page you would have come to that realization. I'm not angry but honestly we have rules, use them!

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  • A new girl in Kilworth Square -- Hali, 12:55:15 07/26/02 Fri
    A dark brown haired girl with brown eyes wearing simply blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I hope I dont get this white shirt dirty soon, she thought. She see's a horse for sale. I think I have enough money to buy that horse, she thinks. Yup. Just enough. "What's his name?" She asks the seller."HER name is Jessie." "Oh, okay" she replies. She had a lot of riding experience. She mounts her new horse. The sturrips were just the in the right place. She had riding shoes on so it was no problem. She liked how her horse was a western horse. Everything is going perfect, she thought.

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  • {: no responce :} -- shaoya, 19:20:56 07/25/02 Thu
    {: chinese girl doesn't move, her breathing harsh :}

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  • *the woman around the age of twenty years enters* -- Sasha, 18:10:38 07/25/02 Thu
    *she looks around, her eyes shining brilliantly, a bright smile plays upon her features as she continues to gaze,her heart a flutter with excitement*
    Name:Sasha
    Age:20
    Gender:femmore
    Info:not much,still developing her


    Player:Just call me manderz ^_~

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  • Win-gapo! -- Pocahontas, 16:31:39 07/21/02 Sun
    A young indian woman, emerges from a long dirt path. She was unsure of where she was, her olive skin shone brightly in the sun. She was not a-customed to living as a "white man" She wore a fairly short dress, made of deer skin. She was wearing moccassin like boots, they were also made of deer skin. In her hand a broken necklace was found. She looked forward, her dark auburn hair danced with the wind. She slowly walked into the Square.


    She looked to the "white man"..

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  • -.enters.- -- Tazania Mirabi, 01:37:31 07/25/02 Thu
    Ooc name: Jennifer

    a simple girl at the age of eighteen enters, she was dressed simple yet still managed to look stunning. her build was thin yet she was not weak, skin was olivly her beauty obvious yet she tried not show it, her large asiany looking emerald eyes were filled with a certain far away look, her black hair tied in a simple plait and carried half way down her back. ruby lips stay set in line. a bag hung of her shoulder. in the same denim as her jeans and in contained her journal, a pen, her lucky charms, a few things people may find of value and she could sell at a price and a pendant she dare not wear. many things had happened in her past and now here, she hoped to start over.

    presently a 'bark' was heard and large greywolf came bounding down the path behind her. the girl bent down a allowed the wolf to lick her face, she stood and looked into the town "ok boy" she whisphered, "lets start a new life". the two started through the town, the girl unsure of the future, the wolf...was that a cat that just went past?

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  • Wing-gapo *she whispores* -- Nakoma, 15:46:07 07/24/02 Wed
    *The indian madain walks into the square from a dirt path. She fells her pack move suddenly and she opened it to see a raccoon. She smiled slightly and picked up the raccoon to see he had eaten all the food she had packed.* Meeko. *She shook her head.* Well I guess this is where we'll have to stay. *Hold the animal in her arms after closeing the pack.Her almost black hair tied up in a bun. Her olive skin stood out in the crowd. the 'white men' where not something she was used to liveing with. *She sighed looking about. She felt alone here but smileing at meeko crawling on her head she walked on looking about at all the strang things here*

    OOC Name: Jenny

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  • Walks in -- Ivan, 16:05:58 07/23/02 Tue
    A teen-age boy with light bronzed hair, wearing a dark green necklace, azure eyes, and he carries his bag with his sword as he walks on a paved road. “I should head to the inn and get a room, “ he thought. He starts on the road towards the inn…

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  • ..young girls about 17 .. -- ..H.a.l.e.y.&.W.i.l.l.o.w.., 08:33:41 07/24/02 Wed
    ..Haley drives in with her off-road green 4X4 truck.She is houling a 4 horse trailer, with four horses in it, their all black, then behinf her comes a women ina red 4X4 trck like hers, this one is blond and is very attractive, just like Haley *Hey Willow got your horses?*, willow looks at her 4 horse trailer before answering ~Ya all of 'em!~, they start to open their trailers to go see their horses and feed and calm them down from the lon right and plain trip from California to here!..
    < This is Haley.

    < Of course this is Willow.

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  • a pair ride in on a polished, striding horse. -- nitar & illandra, 03:29:26 07/24/02 Wed
    You gaze is distracted as you see a tall, handsome horse, it's next bent in a fierce arch, the eyes rolling and a light film of froth covering a whiskered mouth. Quick, erratic steps carry a pair, one a short, thin man, his hair dark and straggly, his eyes pericing and dark. A menacing scowl flickers across his face, as he surveys the town, swiftly leaning forward allowing you to glimpse the waif like woman behind. Taller by almost two heads, her long lithe body is almost gaunt, her face sunken and eyes huge and luminous. Her long featherlight blonde hair falls in wisps about her face, she seems like she will float of the saddle, and in a fit of fatigue, almost falls of the horse. With a sharp turn the man whips behind and hits her across the face, a ugly red welt forming belower her high cheekbones. Ashamed, she lowers her head and cowers behind the saddle, her finely made gown and scattered jewels giving only the smallest hint of wealth. The man, roughly pulling the horse to the side, heads down the path towards the in inn, his spurrs digging into the soft flesh of the horse.

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  • {: wanderer :} -- shao ya lin, 08:59:16 07/23/02 Tue
    {: chinese girl of around 14 years of age stumbles in, clasping an arm tightly around her right :}

    ((witch in chinese))

    {: injuries cover her as do rags, she falls to the ground, unable to get up :}


    Alias: shao ya lin
    Maturity: 14 winters
    Gendre: femme
    Traits: torn clothes, black hair, bare feet, and the tatoo on her right arm
    History: When she was young, her village was attacked by bandits who burned just about every building to crisp. Most of the villagers were killed, their possesions taken, as her parents. Flinging wildly about with the remaining people, she set out a wildfire, after which immediatly killed the bandits as it started to rain. The fire was deminished, but what she received was not gratitude, but punishment for the fire she had created. All these years, she's been wandering, looking for a new home to find herself here...

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  • Wanders in -- Mia, 08:31:48 07/23/02 Tue
    A small 9-year-old girl walks in the square, with wild and impish amber eyes. Her hair is cut short, hardly touching her shoulders. She looked around the square for work. She discovers a flyer waving in the air. She scans the flyer looking it up and down if the flyer is asking for workers. Blue Sky’s Horses She read, I guess I could be a maid there and earn some money… She sets out to Blue Sky’s Horses…

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  • :|:Newcommer:|: -- Michael, 08:30:16 07/23/02 Tue
    One booted foot steps out onto the path of Kavanagh. Shortly after, another booted foot steps onto the path landing right beside the other. The man belonging to these feet had traveled some distance to get here, well maybe not here, but somewhere. His black hair was messy and needed to be washed, and his eyes of bright hazel looked dull in their color. He lets out a low sigh and stands there, looking out into the people, glad to be in a place he could stay where people were who might beable to help him. He dusts of his loose fitting shirt that was usually white, but now golden with dirt. He looks around again and sighs another sigh. He doesn't move or go anywhere, just waits, waits for a sign.

    (OOC name is Michael)

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  • -¤¦ spirit call ¦¤- -- Elena, 18:22:21 07/22/02 Mon

    Alias: Elena
    Maturity: 18 years
    Personality: Usually quiet and wanders off alone a lot, yet no one quite nows what she does, only that huge gusts of wind and wolf howls seem to 'appear' after she disappears...
    Traits: black hair with auburn hightlights : always wear a silver pendent of which origin is unknown




    ooc alias:

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  • Skips -- Annie, 20:01:56 07/20/02 Sat
    Skips to the fountain and thinks of something to pass time...”Hmm, this shouldn’t be too hard, thinking of something to do….” She pauses and looks around, There must be people I can befriend around here in this lovely atmosphere…

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  • A young woman enters on a golden mare... -- Akasha, 09:51:33 07/22/02 Mon
    She is beautiful, and enters the new land calmly. Though she is traveling, a light blue gown flows lightly around her ankles. She smiles, and begins to look around the place to be her home.
    Name: Akasha
    Traits: Long gold hair, almost always plaited, 5' 6"
    Springs: Seventeen
    Persona: unknown
    Powers: Can speak and calm animals
    OOC Name: Sara

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  • | Ponderous | -- | Roman Smith |, 12:36:08 07/21/02 Sun
    | Broad-shouldered mascule tips the hill, felicitous gaze brazenly scanning Kavanagh, hunkered down in the hills in all it's simplicity. Collecting sigh issues from spacious bellows, even as satisfaction is met over the town. He resumes his journey, slating down the grass-strewn mount, his heading sure. Strapped across his shoulder is a broad-axe, paired with a mighty mallet and tongs to craft his profession of smithery. Upon reaching the square, he takes a momentary pause, limbs crossed, to examine the people as well, and to see if any of them would be so inclined to help and greet a stranger. |

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  • Three Guardians... -- Stoldark, Moa Gault, and Fengalon., 06:16:53 07/21/02 Sun
    The mainden known as Stoldark walks into this new place and looks around. Knowing Stoldark is a strange name for a maiden she doesn't show that she really cares. Her fair complection was very good and made her seem bueatifull yet sorrowed as well. She lets out a sigh and continues to look around. Her green eyes notice something in the sky as her long brown hair sways in the wind.

    Above her cam a man with fire wings coming from his back. He lands beside the maiden and his wings seem to vanish. He nods at Stoldark and stands there to wait with her. This was a man named Moa Gault. A easily angered guy with red eyes and red hair. Yet he can be sweet at occasions.

    Just then a guy walks up from behind them. His hair of that of blue and his eyes of grey. He looks around and spots the two and walks up to them. "Ah Moa Gault and Stoldark. We meet again at last. Let us not tell the past of Figilia unless needed. Remember we are guardians so let us make sure this place doesn't have the same fate. Although we shall not tell people we are Guardians."

    Stoldark looks at Fengalon. "You know I miss our old leader Gurdijeff. He was a good person." She lets out a sigh and looks around some more."

    Moa Gault then begins to speak in his deep voice. "Ah don't be so sad. Some say he came here. So don't be such a pansy."

    "Be hushed now. Rudness like that will not be tolerated Moa Gault and you know that. The record does show that Gurdijeff is here. Let us just Hope when can find him. Now we should try to get to know some of the people here," finishes Fengalon.

    The three stand around the square wondering if some people will come or will they stay away.

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