I'll add more to my profile eventually... Basic roleplaying sample. This is not a minimum or maximum of what I can do. I just like it enough to share it. [b]Mishaela carried the sword, the brilliance of the blade in the bright light of the sun cast a warm glow upon her dark Elven features. This weapon, this Sword of Light was the key to stopping the hero and to bringing back Dark Dragon from the furthest reaches of history. Wonder began to fill the wizardess' keen eyes. "I could stop the revival myself. I could be the hero with this blade.." Her voice quivered as if she were being entranced by the pure good that radiated form this magnificent weapon. Each step she took was another moment of bonding to the blade that she had. Another step brought her appreciation to the light and the good that this weapon represented. But soon after, she felt a dreadful weight pull on her mind, the burden of which caused her entire body to stop moving. Dark tones sent waves of fear through her head, which manifested itself into a voice most vile. "Bring me that blade. Bring me the key. Should you defy the will of Dark Dragon, I will personally see to your demise. Your townspeople will be targeted and their lives stamped out like the miserable worms that they are under the merciless heat of the driest of days..." The presence itself was gone as quickly as it came, but Mishaela's heart felt as if it was being clutched by infinitely weighted chains. She bit her lip as she screamed on the inside, her body shaking visibly on the outside. She quickly caved in to the feeling and calmed down. The blade was once more holstered within its casing and she continued to walk once more. She must deliver this sword to her leader and Dark Dragon must be revived. This was the only way for her and her small village to survive... It was the only chance she had.[/b]

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I'll add more to my profile eventually...<br><br>Basic roleplaying sample. This is not a minimum or maximum of what I can do. I just like it enough to share it.<br><br><span class="bb-b">Mishaela carried the sword, the brilliance of the blade in the bright light of the sun cast a warm glow upon her dark Elven features. This weapon, this Sword of Light was the key to stopping the hero and to bringing back Dark Dragon from the furthest reaches of history.<br><br>Wonder began to fill the wizardess' keen eyes. "I could stop the revival myself. I could be the hero with this blade.." Her voice quivered as if she were being entranced by the pure good that radiated form this magnificent weapon. Each step she took was another moment of bonding to the blade that she had. Another step brought her appreciation to the light and the good that this weapon represented.<br><br>But soon after, she felt a dreadful weight pull on her mind, the burden of which caused her entire body to stop moving. Dark tones sent waves of fear through her head, which manifested itself into a voice most vile.<br><br>"Bring me that blade. Bring me the key. Should you defy the will of Dark Dragon, I will personally see to your demise. Your townspeople will be targeted and their lives stamped out like the miserable worms that they are under the merciless heat of the driest of days..."<br><br>The presence itself was gone as quickly as it came, but Mishaela's heart felt as if it was being clutched by infinitely weighted chains. She bit her lip as she screamed on the inside, her body shaking visibly on the outside. She quickly caved in to the feeling and calmed down. The blade was once more holstered within its casing and she continued to walk once more. She must deliver this sword to her leader and Dark Dragon must be revived. This was the only way for her and her small village to survive... It was the only chance she had.</span></div>