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Legend of the Ferra Stone

Elion was riding his horse down one of the deer trails that his people used for hunting, slowly progressing towards the main road. It was cold, so very cold. The warmth coming off of the beast beneath him was the only thing giving him any comfort, as his cloak was soaked from the rain, and the wind was not helping his condition. Thankfully, rainy conditions never lasted very long and Elion suspected that in a few minutes it would be past. He wondered who he would meet on the road. Mercenaries were a definite possibility, as were knights and royals from the humans. It was also possible that a certain mage he knew would be coming along.

As he came onto the main road and started entering the town, he could see a figure walking, and as the rain started to clear his suspicions were confirmed. Eliza had been making some noise lately, and was not in a very favorable position with the royal family. However Elion had not forgotten the debt that they owed her. A few years ago, there was a gang of drow that were attacking some of the people on the outskirts of the kingdom, and without Eliza's help Elion feared that there would have been far more deaths.

"Eliza! Cormamin lindua ele lle." (Meaning: My heart sings to see thee.) He called, trying to catch her attention. He moved his horse into a trot to catch up with her. "How have you been, my friend?" He knew very well of her intentions with the stone, however he would overlook that for now, as long as she would. They would deal with the problem of who got the stone when they came to it.

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A long sigh came from the young mage as she walked down the muddy road, thoughts clouding her mind as the weight of her mission hung in the air. Though the kingdom of the elves and the kingdom of the humans thought the stone should go to one of them, Eliza knew it belonged to no one. The stone must be detroyed, or else history would repeat itself, and the kingdoms would destroy each other. The world as they knew it would end if this evil wasn't done away with, and Eliza had the feeling she was the only one that could see this. The old mage that raised her had died years ago, and she missed his guidance in this matter. He always knew what to do when she was unsure, and at the moment she was more unsure then she had ever been in her life.

She had a duty to protect the kingdoms. Long ago she had sworn to herself that she would protect and care for others, however at this point it seemed as though the kingdoms were beyond all reason. "Foolish girl." "What do you know?" "You're too young to understand." Those were the words both of the kings had said to her when Eliza had tried to reason with them. She wanted to help, but was it really worth helping them when they wouldn't listen? The thought of simply leaving and letting fate decide had occured to her, but there was a little voice that kept saying that she could help. She could save them.

Still there was doubt. It would be very ambitious of her to attempt a task by herself that a whole legion of knights had not been able to accomplish. There was no doubt that others would be on the road to the ancient kingdoms, and that they would in time run into one another. If she kept her true intentions of destroying the stone a secret, then perhaps some allies would surface.

On the other hand, she had heard of a mercenary in the town she was approaching that might help her. Perhaps she could find him, and if she offered enough money, he may join her cause to destroy the stone.

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Name: Elion Farlith

Age: 78

Gender: Male

Status: Prince

Kingdom: Adanon

Personality: Elion is a rather calm and collected person. He doesn't like conflict, but he can fight when he needs to. He's very social, though you may not be able to tell from his external appearance. He rarely smiles genuinely, and is always very polite. He has few friends, but many people like him. He can be a bit sarcastic at times, and unlike his father, actually has a sense of humor. He is loyal to his kingdom and the people who live in it. He doesn't want to become heir to the throne, but he feels it is his duty to do so.

History: He grew up as your typical Prince. He studied well as a child and was always well behaved. He is his mother's favorite child, but him and his father do not get along. When he was about thirteen, someone tried to assassinate him through poisoning his food. They almost succeeded, but thanks to the power healing spells of the elves, he survived. Ever since then he stopped hiding in the castle. He started becoming more outgoing since he realized that if he had died that day, he would have died without ever doing anything worth while. He started to learn archery and he learned of the Ferra Stone. Elion made it his life's goal to retrieve the stone and bring it back to Adanon, hoping to maybe gain favor with his father.

Other: N/A

Appearance: He is blonde with blue eyes, and he has a tall muscular build. He has no scars to speak of except for one small scar along his temple that he got when he was horseback riding.

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Name: Elizabeth (Eliza) Valaren

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Status: Mage

Kingdom: Neither

Personality: Eliza is certainly a unique person. She is often told that she is a walking contradiction of herself, and she knows it is true. Generally, she is mild, considerate, generous, selfless, albeit very sassy and sarcastic. She does not trust people easily, but she cares about everyone. Often times people will think her unintelligent because of her tendency to be a but sporadic and unpredictable, but she was actually a genius that just can not keep all her thoughts in order, and she's always using her intelligence to help others. Often times, she will be sitting quietly and then all of the sudden she will just exclaim the solution to a problem she was facing three days ago (rather loudly), generally causing whoever she's with to become slightly startled. Eliza is a bit of an introvert, having not been around many people when she was young, but she does enjoy the company of people at times and she enjoys conversing with those who share her interests. If she is being quiet around people, then it is safe to assume that she is in deep thought, probably silently judging someone's actions. She is extremely aware of her own morals, and has a strict set of them that she lives by, a code if you will, that is known only to her. If you manage to gain her trust, you will have an ally for the rest of your life. She is loyal almost to a fault.

However, she has a much, much darker side that she keeps hidden as much as she can, but sometimes it comes out. She has a short tolerance for stupidity, and she is a very blunt person so if you say something stupid she will tell you. Also, if you betray her, or someone she cares about, and if you ever threaten her in any way, you will see her fury and you will learn why she is one of the most known mages in the two kingdoms. The dark elves fear her, and even the orcs feel uneasy when they hear her name. She is very powerful, despite being young. Underestimating her would be the worst mistake of your life.

History: Once upon a time in the kingdom of Barradale, the king had a young daughter. One day the castle was sieged, and the royal family was threatened. The king and queen were both killed, and the daughter was taken away in the chaos, kidnapped by rebels. Everyone thought the young princess was killed with her parents, so the search was brief before her cousin ascended to the throne. This is where the story of young Eliza began. The rebels had taken her so that they could sell her. After all, what slave trader wouldn't want a little girl with brown hair and green eyes? Especially one that was a royal. She tried to escape once, but the punishment she received kept her from trying again. Fortunately for her, an old mage happened to be passing by, and he heard her screams. He came, and after much "persuasion", he saved Eliza and raised her as if she was his own daughter. As she grew, it was clear she had the potential to be a great mage. At the age of five, she almost burned their small cottage down because she accidentally used too powerful of a spell. Her adopted father laughed, but the other apprentice there wasn't quite as amused.

Eventually though, as every teen does, she got rebellious. She thought she was ready to go out on her own, so at age 14 she left/ran away. She did alright for a year or so, but then she fell in with the wrong group of people. Thieves, mercenaries, killers, basically the lowest scum of middle earth. What was worse, she trusted them. Because of her naïve actions, one night they betrayed her she was thrown into prison. She was there for three months before her father finally found her, and allow me to say that three months in a Barradalian prison is not pleasant at all. When he did finally find her, he lectured her and then left her alone in the prison. She had never felt so abandoned in her life. She stopped eating what little food she was provided, and became a bit of a lifeless shell. Why didn't she use her magic to get out, you ask? They had another mage there that was specifically there to dampen her powers, so it would have been useless. She was hopeless and alone, and regretted her decisions. Little did she know, the mage that guarded her was her father. He had followed her the first night she ran away, and he had watched her. The reason he didn't let her out, was because he wanted to be sure she wouldn't rebel again. However, when she broke down crying in her cell for the first time in years, he decided she had had enough. He paid her fine, and took her home. She never tried to go off on her own again until he told her she was ready.

Other: N/A

Appearance: She stands at 5"5 and has a rather pale complexion. She has brown hair and green eyes. Despite being a bit short, she is well built and strong for her size.

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Legend of the Ferra Stone

(Credit To BlackRose24 For Helping Me With This Rpg)

Legend has it that there were once two mighty kingdoms. The names of these kingdoms were Barradale of the Elves and Adanon of the Humans. For many Centuries, they dwelt together in peace, until the king of Barradale found a stone which possessed the power to give it's owner imortality as well as have the power to control others. At first,The king decided to share the power with the king of Adanon Then they found out of the dark curse that came with the possession of the stone. The Kings became obsessed with the stone and a great war broke out and eventually both the kingdoms were destroyed. The stone is somewhere hidden in the ruins of Adanon.

Till this day the ruins of the once great Kingdoms still lie in the curse of the magical stone. No one but the lowliest scum of the land dare to enter the mysterious mountains. In the past there have been those who have braved the traitorous conditions to search out the stone, but all have failed. No one who has entered these mountains have made it past the dangerous and mythical creatures along with the bandits who live there and the unpredictably harsh environment. Among the creatures who live in this forbidden place are Ogres, Trolls, Dragons, and many more unknown creatures.

Just do whatever with your characters XD

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I will destroy everything the word "marriage" ever meant to these two.

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Oh gosh our poor babies XDDDDDDDD

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The warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his arms around her calmed her in a way that words never could. There was something about touch that spoke to the heart far more then any poetry or song. It wasn't anything with an underlying meaning or agenda, it was just pure, and genuine, and completely innocent, and it meant far more to her at this moment then anything else. He didn't pull away, and neither did she. It occurred to her that Mishka may have needed this assurance as much as she did, despite the fact that neither of them actually wanted to have a conversation like this. She knew it was just duct tape on the pipe, but at least it was something for now. Eventually they would have to discuss this further, but maybe they'd do it at a time when both of them were feeling relatively calm and not running high on emotions. It broke her a little inside when she heard the tone of Mishka's voice and realized how much she must have upset him as well, and she remembered that whenever Mishka was scared and trying to stay calm, he basically shut down for a few minutes, which is what he had done when he had asked her that question. The amount of time she speant thinking about herself instead of him hit her rather suddenly, and she felt incredibly guilty.

All these months, all she'd focused on was how she felt, and on what she wanted. Amber had never stopped to think that just maybe Mishka was having a hard time too, which was very out of character for her and it scared her just a little bit. Usually she tried to focus on others more then herself, but it seemed as though she had lost her way.

As the familiar term of endearment left Mishka's mouth, she brushed a comforting hand through his hair and gave him a slight squeeze. "It's okay, I'm sorry too." She responded after she had regained some of her composure. "You know I love you more then anything, right?"

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As he answered no, and she couldn't stop herself from hugging him and burying her face in his chest. She was shaking, and silently pleading with him to offer her some sort of comfort. If his goal had been to scare the anger out of her, it had worked, because she now couldn't bring herself to be anything more then a puddle of emotions clinging to her husband with all she had. "Please don't e-ever ask me that again. . ." she said very quietly. At this point she didn't even care if he did anything, she just needed to be near him. She just needed to be sure that he wasn't going to leave her and that he loved her, which was apparently easier said then done. Amber knew he was probably angry with her, he always was after conversations like this, but the subject of divorce had never been brought up before and she didn't care how angry he was right now.

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Amber felt as though she'd been hit by a truck, and had she not been sitting down the shock of Mishka's question may have made her stumble. A divorce? The thought had never once crossed Amber's mind, and it hurt her beyond belief that the thought had apparently crossed his. Her mind went blank and all she could do was stare at Mishka in shock as tears started to well up in her eyes, which she quickly tried to hide by looking down and letting her hair fall over her face. This was the man that she loved with every fiber in her being. This was the one man in the world she could find that wasn't some sarcastic jerk who played it off like he cared about you and then stabbed you in the back. As much as his activities had been scaring her the past few months, she wanted to save their marriage, not end it. But did Mishka want the same thing? The more she thought about it, the more her heart started to break, and the less she could control the tears that were now streaming down her face. No, no she didn't want a divorce, and that was plain through every aspect of her body language.

He was looking at her with an expression she had never seen before, and it terrified her. She'd almost rarher he start yelling at her, because if there's one thing that anger proves it's that someone cares about something. But there was no anger in his eyes, she couldn't read anything. Gathering the last of her courage, she made herself look Mishka in the eyes again and asked with a shaky voice. "Do you?"

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Her heart sunk as she heard the tone in his voice. They were barely a few sentences into the conversation and Mishka was already annoyed at her, it was incredibly disappointing. True, neither of them were really the best st communication, but she thought that they'd at least get to talk for a minute before things started going downhill. Now in a worse mood then she was in previously, she bit the inside of her cheek to try and keep in her own irritation at him. "Everything is the same, every day. We wake up, we say he same things to each other, we go to work, we come home, and always have the exact same conversation, unless we get into a fight. We tiptoe around each other all the time, we haven't done anything together for months besides watch a stupid show once a week, we haven't made each other laugh in God knows how long. This marriage is slowly dying and you haven't even noticed how bad things are!" She exclaimed.