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The Dragon Flames
The Dragon Flames burn strong, the Wyvar Mountains stand tall. The races of the realm of Ariilar live in peace amongst one another, threatened only by the might of the Dragons of the Wyvar Mountains. The Dragons burn villages, scorch towns, and reduce cities to smouldering piles of ash. None but a few were willing to stand against their might; these few are heroes in the eyes of the citizens, gods in the eyes of the peasants. These heroes stand alone, separately hunting the dragons to extinction. But their might is not enough, and they have decided to band together, to defeat this threat once and for all...
You must be one of the heroes. We do not start together, we are searching for each other. You may be any race you wish, as long as it is some sort of fantasy race. Here is my Character Sheet: Name: Evalnar Helborn Age: 20 Race: Human Appearance: Medium length black, greasy hair; a full beard, not long. A long brown cloak with many rips on it. Leather armour covered in clothes made of simple cloth. His left eye is blue, but his right eye is red. Weapons: Two Long Blades that curve upwards. 
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name: Raven
age:18 race: ice phoenix spirit appearance: human form  phoenix form  weapons:  and thıs dagger  (that ok???)
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inside i cry, inside i scream, outside...you see me smile 
Last edited by Whisper : 08-12-2008 at 10:43 AM.
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Ahhahaha, you don't wanna give her up do ye? They grow up so fast. *sniffs*
Name: Korotan Age: 80 Race: Elf Appearance:  Weapons: One's in the picture, which are dual scimitars.
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They're both good, so let's start RPing...
Evalnar stood, watching the people of the village with a curious eye. They seemed peaceful, and they were a very kind bunch of people. Merchants stood on street corners, peddling their good to anybody who would listen, balcksmiths forged weapons and armour and sold them at very fair prices, and children wandered the streets playing their imaginative games. Evalnar weighed his coin purse in his hands, and couldn't but think it felt very heavy, and that he was short of whet stones, for sharpening his twin blades. A loud movement from his left brought Evalnar back to reality and, when he looked, he saw a bearded man struggling to fight his way through crates in a back alley behind the Blacksmith's. After climbing over a pile of crates, the man dusted himself down and looked up. He spotted Evalnar and waltzed over to him with his head held up high. The man stopped in front of Evalnar and said "Greetings, sir. Are you looking for anything in particular?" Evalnar looked up again and replied "Yes, I am looking for a merchant. A merchant that sells whet stones. Do you know where I could find one?" The man thought about this for a few moments and clicked his fingers, "Ah. I know just the man. Please, follow me." The man walked off and, after a few seconds of hesitation, Evalnar followed, keeping a safe distance from him.
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Raven was arguing with the merchant who sold whetstones, "no! you dont under stand, i need a enchanted one, my sword is silver and glass, its enchanted its self for strength of the blade and freezes anything living it is used against, a normal one would damage it!" the merchant looked at Raven, his eye brow raised, but all he saw was a young girl, not a ice phoenix spirit, "look lady, this will do fine, anyway i doubt you have the money for one of them" he held up a glowing crystal, Raven could feel the energy from it, "how much then? hmm? try me, tell me how much it is" Raven snarled, her skin glowed faintly, if things werent sorted soon they would get messy...
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Korotan sat in the forests outside of a busy city. He was polishing his armor and weapons. He only did this once a year, for he had an enchant that kept his armor clean. Every year it would let him polish so he didn't forget the skill. As he began polishing his chest piece, he thought of all the echants he had on his armor and trinkets. His boots could be silent when he wanted, but they could also be loud when he wanted. His leggings let him be able to move his body faster than he usually could, giving him another advantage in battle. His chest was enchanted to be as tough as dragon scales, virtually indestructable. His cloak kept heat-sensing eyes from seeing his body heat, making him look like another rock to the infrared users. The gloves he was given when he left his home were enchanted to let him have an amazing grip, one which had already saved his life quite a few times. His scimitars were enchanted to be indestructable and to always be sharp. They were so sharp that people had deep cuts before they even felt the blade. Lastly, his unicorn pendant always kept him refreshed, even in the hottest of deserts. The pendant had a special meaning to him, for the unicorn was the sign of his goddess, Mielikki. He finished polishing his chest peice and put it back on, then sat back to watch the sun rise. It will be a good day.
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