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Cold Heart · #1 (**permalink**) 05-31-2008

This is my first RP as a member of this site, so im posting it here, as i don't know whether i deserve to post in the Advanced RP section, if a mod thinks it should be moved, please do so. Also, i HAVE read the rules, but the traditions here are unfamiliar to me, so ill ask that players try to follow my slightly different traditions that i am familiar with.
Before you start posting, provide a simple bio for your character, maybe a brief background. follow my lead:

Name: Deshei Teson
Age: 27
Race: Human
Appearance: fairly short brown hair, with a parted, curtain fringem, a short full-face beard, green eyes, lightly tanned. Wears a green tunic top ontop of a light, steel chainmail body. Loose, brown trowsers made of cloth, also wears leather boods, bovered in a few steel plates, and wears hard leather vambraces.
Weapons/Magic: Carries a simple broadsword on a belt he hangs around his shoulder. Has no magic ability.
Skills: Cunning sword fighter, enjoys a good fight. Rather intelligent, quite tactical.
Personality: Frigid, though he can grow on some people. Quiet and inter-personal.

I am new, so, naturaly i am kind enough to welcome anyone to enter my RP, no special rules.

and now to go IC
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"That'll be two gold, sir. You sure you aren't finished yet?"
Deshei handed the bartender two coins, in exchange for a gleaming mug of golden liquid. Beer.
"I'm fine..." He muttered, trailing off into some drowning mumble, before hobbling back over to his spot in the corner of the bar, and chugged down yet another pint. The bartender sighed, promising himself not to sell another glass to him.

Dashei was travelling to another town; Huemeron, for duties as the freelancer he was. He was staying in a town he believed to be called Manelon, initialy he thought he would just stay the night but he ended up helping himself to another, without thinking of leaving the next day. Fatigued from his long trip so far by horse, he decided to indulge himself in some pleasure filled binging moments at the local bar.

Noises around him began to distort, mixing like the echo of a hall and the moaning of a voice through water, even his vision bounced around aalong with his dizzy perception of balance. He slowly walked out of the bar, trying his best to keep his balance, landing his weight heavily into his arm as he pulled it open sluggishly.

He leant against the wall, looking out over the rooftops of the slums, and into the nearby mountains, as the afternoon sun hovered over them. A fly seemed to hover infront of this image, seeming to grow, no it was a butterfly, a green butterfly, aproaching him. Another man walked out of the bar, and stopped as he noticed Deshei's actions.
"Are you alright?"
He attempted to reply, but his jaw was too sloppy to move.
"What is that?!" The other man gasped "A dragon?!"
Deshei stretched his eyes to see, ans sure enough, it could only be a dragon. Swearing in shock, he clumsily attempted to untie his sword from his back, but his fingers would not move under his command.
"Damn... Im drunk" He raised his fist and hit the wall with all the strength he could muster. As the dragon grew dangerously closer, screams rang across the town, dragging people out of their shelters to look up in the sky.
A plume of flame issued from the dragons mouth, smoke rising from what must have been several buildings. He couldn't see a think from behind the bar, and his body wouldn't carry him out of the densley packed slums of the town, to witness what was happening.
CRASH!!!
Another set of buildings were ripped apart, this time slightly closer to him, and from what he could hear, the dragon began dealing more fire, setting half the village ablaze. Bows were fired, and hundreds of arrows shot through the air, but the dragon never issued a single cry, arrows are nothing for dragon scales, that was common sense to Deshei, who faced his back to the wall and slid down, landing on his rear end hard on the haphazardly laid brick road. He sat there and stared into nothingness, as the din of the scene echoed around his head, the atmosphere growing dark and grey as the smoke began to blot out the light of the sun.