An adventurer roams the halls of the guild.

[Breljorn]

Fresh meat, not seen by many people. Roaming the halls of the Roleplayer Guild, Breljorn says hi to everyone in his path. Be it a small child or an old man - good to me? That means I'm good to you! Only joined one roleplay so far, Brel already is enjoying his stay here, and hopes to meet many friends here, as well as foes. Maybe even teachers? Who knows! An orphan sixteen year old kid is controling Brel's every action via the keyboard. Living in Lithuania, he is quite experienced with the english language, but not the best at it, no. Far from that. If anything is of interest to you, come up to Breljorn and ask away!

[The Imagination]

"Lo' there, Breljorn." Imagination greeted, a flickering torch in one hand, the hilt of a blade resting under another. "You'll find sanctuary here, and many who'll wish to guide you upon our path."

Beckoning further upon the halls, Imagination points to a stone statue, withered with age and grown over with moss, chipped away in certain places. It is the Statue of The Fonz, a relic recovered from the Old Guild shortly after it's fall. "Always remember our code, that which has not been forgotten. Be cool, like The Fonz. Ayee." With two thumbs up, Imagination bids Breljorn godspeed and farewell, hoping to meet him on the fields of Casual or Advanced some day.

[Commander]

Welcome to the site, enjoy your new adventures.

[Cath]

Like a tumultuous gasp for air, loose pieces of masonry skittering around and old bones rattling violently, a Banshee melted from the pores of a statue of a beautiful goddess and looked at the adventurer. "Beware the Chamber of Spam! Once inside, only the Chosen ever leave!" Letting out an ear shattering scream, the Banshee circled the room in a fury of wispy smoke before thundering back into the depths. The apparition left with such haste than once the torchlight had stopped fluttering, one might convince themselves it was a figment of the imagination and nothing more.

[HeresyOfTheFallen]

Hello Breljorn, nice to meet you!

You've seen me as 'that guy who made a friggin' jester in Ike's roleplay' but I hope we will see each other in other places as well. If you wish to participate in a 1x1 roleplay with me or you have made a group roleplay you need some players in, give me a private message and I will be sure to give a response, which will normally be an affirmative to your requests. If you haven't already seen the New User Guide I strongly suggest you check it out, it is very helpful.

Hope to see you around,
HeresyOfTheFallen

[Breljorn]

"Ugh.. Thanks, I guess..." Breljorn muttered to all the warm welcomes. There is so much to do here that it's hard to pick for him, but one thing he knows for certain - when he finds something - it sticks. A positive attitude and a warm heart are the only things you need, well, Breljorn needs, to make friends and foes. Those who do not like him get punished in the weirdest ways imaginable - be it a PM spam, or an egged house, you WILL get your punishment. Although that rarely happens due to his kind heart. He rarely makes enemies when meeting new people.

"If anyone is willing to show me some activities, for example original, not fan-based, roleplays, I'd be willing to take them into consideration of joining, since I lack activity as it is." Brel muttered once again, looking around at all the people around him. They seemed happy. They seemed happy with what they're doing no matter what kind of activity it was - be it a sword fight or a love dilemma.

[The Imagination]

"Nay, if it is original works you pursue, the Hall of Advanced is your gateway. Casual has a knack for handfuls of fanbased work." Imagination stated. "Although, at times Casual will bestow some originality. And it's not too far fetched to say there is a degree of originality within fanbased roleplays."