Orior

Surviving the Struggle

Working on my post! Sorry for the delay!

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

@Nightmare Bites NP! I probably should've poked you all sooner.
Post is up! No one wanted to just go to the cathedral, so I made something more interesting to interact with I hope! A bunch of angry guys! :D

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

The barmaid's brows furrowed in sympathy, but she didn't say anything to the you girl. Although the delivery hadn't been nurturing, the reminders of reality Reether had thrown at the girl would need to stick if she was going to be staying in the city. Although, it seemed as though her visit was a temporary one, and she will most likely be back to living on her own relatively soon if that was what she so chose. Bella stooped another maid on her way to the back, and instructed her to bring both the brightly dressed dwarf and their familiar hunter meals, whether it be breakfast or lunch that was left. At this point, most everyone had made their way to the inn for their first meal, so in the back of her mind she reckoned that the first meal was over.

"I can bring you up right now," she said in a softer voice to the strange Frost Elf. She jogged down to the other end of the counter to cross it, and came next to her. She didn't touch her, though her hand hovered a bit if she wanted to grab it; maybe foolishly, but the barmaid was assuming she was younger than she actually was. In a quieter voice, one that the human thought only the two could hear, she said, "I'm sure your parents taught you very well." She lead the two toward the staircase on the side of the common room.

Out from the kitchen, a third woman appeared with two plates, one in each hand. With a smile, she quickly brought them to bear in front of the two remaining patrons sitting at the bar. A cheerful greeting followed the pleasant smell of grilled meat. Upon the plates were slabs of cooked venison and a pile of cooked grains; a very filling meal, if not the most pleasant. She left and came back with two glasses of water, putting them down with the meal. She leaned back, hand on her hip, "Anything else I can get ya'?" She'd bid them a good meal and whisk anyway if not.

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Delsaran Taranath

The cathedral in Urenda that housed the congregation rose into the dim sky with an eerie grace; it was a tall, wide gray stone building adorned with carvings of Mitchin now defaced by those who lived there before. The bottoms of the frescoes were rubbed raw, the evidence of the elves' and other inhabitants of the settlement attempt to erase the Anti-God's presence. White steps lead to two large double doors encased in wrought iron frames. Inside, the building was the same gray stone, but many tapestries and windows broke the monotony. The flowing tapestries had been replaced by those of Relanthon and his deeds, or members of his pantheon, in an attempt to distance the cathedral from Mitchin's influence. The main building was a bit of a mess, scattered with cots, tables, writing desks, and elves of all kinds. A constant dim of conversation could be heard, but it was not especially loud.

In the center of the room was a grand staircase leading to the two upper levels. Down the polished steps came two elven figures clad in purple robes. The one coming first was a tall man white bright white hair carrying a staff strapped across his back, as well as a rucksack. Behind him, a slender blonde woman without such adornments. She walked with a certain dignity, and her hard-set green eyes, ringed in thin wrinkles uncommon to her race, held little compromise. Their heads were turned to each other in hushed conversation, but when they came to the end of the staircase several others approached, so the two parted. Del started for the double doors, and sighed loudly at the sound of men bickering on the main road. He quickened his steps.

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" 'll 'ave yer damn hide, Goldman!"

"Oi, I did'n' take notin' from you, ya' damn idiot! He took mah fuckin' fishing pole!"

"Ya' ne'er e'en had any damn line fer that piece a' shit! Admit it! Ya' good fer notin'! Ya' took my girl's damn mirror!"

The two men stood rigid and faced each other, both red in the face. One, a scrawny man barely covered in rags, stood on shifting feet with a frightened look on his face. Roo Goldman had little in the ways of possession but still did little to help out around the settlement. People had suspected he was the thief for a few days, but the priests had cleared him of involvement. Thomas Reccar, a man of little note, stepped closed to Goldman with a pointed finger. Apparently, his daughter's mirror had gone missing.

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

I'm here! I haven't posted because @gammaflux, @Nightmare Bites, and Flora hadn't posted. Flora has recently informed me that s/he must resign. I was trying to give the others more time, and then I got pulled away from the guild a bit thanks to school. I do apologize! I try to post at least once a week, but I've had a very 'ugh' last two weeks with school starting and sudden co-habitation with the other half. >>
So! I have an at-home test I have to take, but after that I am going to post!
I am also going to work on getting the last two characters up in the Character's Tab!

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

So Gingey, Tea, Chrono, Corrosive and I are left, if I stand corrected...Fuck me...

@LetMeDoStuff

I'm still here!

Warrior Cats - Plague of Misery

I-I'm not!
:/

Ragnarok: Gods Descending

You jinxed it!
Jk
That's alright.

Surviving the Struggle

Roleplayer Sheet

Your Timezone:
EST, Eastern US & Canada

Your Frequency:
I'm on daily, but I usually can post once or twice a week depending on post size.

Your Real Life Obligations:
Full time student 18 credit hours, job too but Im online a lot during it so. >>

Your Favorite tv show or book series:
Uh, dunno. The Drizzt Series? I'll go with that.

Character Sheet

Name:
Ayluin "Ayl" (Pronouned, "ile") Retin

Age:
24

Hometown:
Laverre City

Race:
City Elf

Class:
Shapeshifter

Weapon:
Multiple animal forms + a composite short bow

Personality:
+Determined
+Courageous
+Adaptable
-Aggressive
-Inconsistent

Personal Interests: (I find it hard to believe if he never mentioned specific things to people they would think to bring random items to his attention. So, I put an item he could talk about and then interest so they wouldn't have to be premeditated. )
-Circular Pendant: A small piece of clay carved with a spiral pattern attached to a long leather thong. Was last seen before his joining.
-Dalish Animal Carvings: A fan of the fantasies of the Dalish from his youth, he has a small collection of Dalish carvings in the forms of various animals he can transform into. He believes carrying them makes it easier to transform, but that is probably an instance of mind of matter. He actively looks for one of an elf where such merchandise is sold.

Fears:
The Blight overcoming the world, being beaten down into submission, he doesn't fear them per say but he hates storms.

Dreams:
To be strong and help save the world from the Blight

History:
Ayluin was always the weakest of his peers. Living in Laverre City almost all his life, the young elf, although not hated, was not well integrated into human society. His parents were once Dalish, but settled in the city after an unexpected visit, after they found they quite liked the setting. He made friends with both humans and elves, though, he lived in the elven 'ghetto,' so to speak, and most of his companions were of his own race. He was always the smallest, the slowest, the weakest, because he was born just a bit too early, and, as cruel as children can be, he was never let to forget about that fact. He took such criticisms very hard. Even though from his friends they were mostly light-hearted jokes, many humans, being physically bigger, bullied him for it and reminded him constantly that he was small. He developed a bit of a self-esteem problem. He started to lash out and get in physical fights, always ending up the loser, trying to prove he was as strong as everyone else, but ultimately stopped and receded in on himself. He was still known for bouts of anger, but he stopped attacking people. Once he got older, he calmed some, but he by that time developed a bit of a chip on his should from everything. He resented his own shortcomings, and turned his anger inward.

His life has mostly been uneventful, but that is not to say he spent his time idle. He went to school and studied, and did quite well in it. His most memorable instruction, however, was from his mother. She was a mage for her clan before settling down in the city, and so she passed on her magic to her son once they discovered his affinity for magic. It is in this skill that he has managed to come to terms, slightly, with himself. He may be weak, but he could turn into a bear. At times he has trouble turning back into an elf, which can hurt him, but managed to overcome this problem though training.

Ayl likes the outdoors, and although curious of the life his parents left behind enjoys more modern amenities too much to join the Dalish. He does, however, have a restlessness and sense of adventure from the many stories he was told when he was a child. He left home once he was an adult, unsure of what he wanted to do with himself. He wandered and did many an odd job. Eventually, he encountered a group of magical entertainers, the Bombasters, and joined them.

The good thing about the Bombasters was that they are mages, all, in some way. While camped outside of a small yet central town performing light tricks to pay for room and board, the group unknowingly came across a Warden. It was later on at night, after the performers and a few admirers were settling down for the night in their camp outside of town, that a group of bandits tried to overrun their caravans. The group cast them out without difficulty, and when they went into town the next day, were met with applause and a celebration. Apparently, they had managed to drive of a band of highwaymen that had preying on travelers for quite some time. The Warden, hearing of this, came to their next show, and picked Ayluin out of the group. After proving himself, he eagerly left the Bombasters, on good terms, to join The Wardens.

Appearance:

Hider

Colored: white hair, green eyes, tanned skin.
Typically, he dresses in very simple clothing, as he finds it makes transitioning easier.

Pokemon Sheet

Pokemon:
Ren, a Wynaut

Gender:
Male

Encountered:
While one the road, it is not uncommon for Ayluin to walk in the place of an animal. He finds it intriguing, and has been known to interact with them while in their form. Many people are amazed by this, only to have their assumptions crushed when the elf tells them that the pokemon, at least, usually can tell there's something off about him and that he isn't actually a pokemon. He came across a family of Wynauts and befriended them. They had been migrating to a better area that happened to be in the same direction the elf's caravan was heading. They thought he was intriguing and, although didn't let him into their group, the elf enjoyed following with them and engaing in their friendly social behavior. It came time for him to leave a few weeks later and he departed, but one of the pokemon came back with him. He isn't sure why Ren liked him so much, but even if he hadn't been excited about the idea of having a pokemon, Ren hadn't really given him a choice at the time.

Disposition:
+Enthusiastic
+Friendly
-Timid

Assistance:
Companionship and comic relief, gathers food (while in the wilderness), great at finding lost items

Appearance:

Hider

Surviving the Struggle

Awesome! Working on the pic then I'll move him.
Should I clarify what animals my character can turn into?
EDIT; Also, my character can't use any weapons can he? I'm not sure how much you are going to restrict magic, if at all.

Surviving the Struggle

Hullo!

Roleplayer Sheet

Your Timezone:
EST, Eastern US & Canada

Your Frequency:
I'm on daily, but I usually can post once or twice a week depending on post size.

Your Real Life Obligations:
Full time student 18 credit hours, job too but Im online a lot during it so. >>

Your Favorite tv show or book series:
Uh, dunno. The Drizzt Series? I'll go with that.

Character Sheet

Name:
Ayluin "Ayl" (Pronouned, "ile") Retin

Age:
24

Race:
City Elf

Class:
Shapeshifter

Personality:
+Determined
+Courageous
+Adaptable
-Aggressive
-Inconsistent

Fears:
The Blight overcoming the world, being beaten down into submission, he doesn't fear them per say but he hates storms.

Dreams:
To be strong and help save the world from the Blight

History:
Ayluin was always the weakest of his peers. Living in Laverre City almost all his life, the young elf, although not hated, was not well integrated into human society. His parents were once Dalish, but settled in the city after an unexpected visit, after they found they quite liked the setting. He made friends with both humans and elves, though, he lived in the elven 'ghetto,' so to speak, and most of his companions were of his own race. He was always the smallest, the slowest, the weakest, because he was born just a bit too early, and, as cruel as children can be, he was never let to forget about that fact. He took such criticisms very hard. Even though from his friends they were mostly light-hearted jokes, many humans, being physically bigger, bullied him for it and reminded him constantly that he was small. He developed a bit of a self-esteem problem. He started to lash out and get in physical fights, always ending up the loser, trying to prove he was as strong as everyone else, but ultimately stopped and receded in on himself. He was still known for bouts of anger, but he stopped attacking people. Once he got older, he calmed some, but he by that time developed a bit of a chip on his should from everything. He resented his own shortcomings, and turned his anger inward.

His life has mostly been uneventful, but that is not to say he spent his time idle. He went to school and studied, and did quite well in it. His most memorable instruction, however, was from his mother. She was a mage for her clan before settling down in the city, and so she passed on her magic to her son once they discovered his affinity for magic. It is in this skill that he has managed to come to terms, slightly, with himself. He may be weak, but he could turn into a bear. At times he has trouble turning back into an elf, which can hurt him, but managed to overcome this problem though training.

Ayl likes the outdoors, and although curious of the life his parents left behind enjoys more modern amenities too much to join the Dalish. He does, however, have a restlessness and sense of adventure from the many stories he was told when he was a child. He left home once he was an adult, unsure of what he wanted to do with himself. He wandered and did many an odd job. Eventually, he encountered a group of magical entertainers, the Bombasters, and joined them.

The good thing about the Bombasters was that they are mages, all, in some way. While camped outside of a small yet central town performing light tricks to pay for room and board, the group unknowingly came across a Warden. It was later on at night, after the performers and a few admirers were settling down for the night in their camp outside of town, that a group of bandits tried to overrun their caravans. The group cast them out without difficulty, and when they went into town the next day, were met with applause and a celebration. Apparently, they had managed to drive of a band of highwaymen that had preying on travelers for quite some time. The Warden, hearing of this, came to their next show, and picked Ayluin out of the group. After proving himself, he eagerly left the Bombasters, on good terms, to join The Wardens.

Appearance:

Hider

Colored: white hair, green eyes, tanned skin.
Typically, he dresses in very simple clothing, as he finds it makes transitioning easier.

Pokemon Sheet

Pokemon:
Ren, a Wynaut

Gender:
Male

Encountered:
While one the road, it is not uncommon for Ayluin to walk in the place of an animal. He finds it intriguing, and has been known to interact with them while in their form. Many people are amazed by this, only to have their assumptions crushed when the elf tells them that the pokemon, at least, usually can tell there's something off about him and that he isn't actually a pokemon. He came across a family of Wynauts and befriended them. They had been migrating to a better area that happened to be in the same direction the elf's caravan was heading. They thought he was intriguing and, although didn't let him into their group, the elf enjoyed following with them and engaing in their friendly social behavior. It came time for him to leave a few weeks later and he departed, but one of the pokemon came back with him. He isn't sure why Ren liked him so much, but even if he hadn't been excited about the idea of having a pokemon, Ren hadn't really given him a choice at the time.

Disposition:
+Enthusiastic
+Friendly
-Timid

Assistance:
Companionship and comic relief, gathers food (while in the wilderness), great at finding lost items

Appearance:

Hider