A few people have asked for more detail than what is in the limited space on my profile...so.. here goes. :) Thanks for wondering, and I hope to rp with ya soon!!
Halo first came to Ravenscraig a wandering gadje, broken and shattered. What she found here is what she always has sought.. a home. a familyia. Romani is her blood, tried and true. It's not an easy life at times, but what life worth living ever is? Yes, she's been 'engaged'. Yes, she's been in love. Yes, she is strong. Yes, she will c…
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Added by Halo Koolhoven on November 1, 2009 at 6:38pm —
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She didn't know how long she'd been running. It didn't matter that her lungs burned or that her legs ached. It didn't matter that she had scratches everywhere nor that her clothes were torn. All that mattered was survival and cunning. They would kill her this time if they caught her. She knew this with certainty. The ruins she now found herself in were from the old city, destroyed long before her birth. But in the remains of the old city she might find a hiding place. Knowing she had little time…
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Added by Zar'ala on October 31, 2009 at 5:00am —
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**THis is the second part of Paid in Blood and a sumerized backstory for the character as t's gotten to long I felt a condensed to the point version woas in order. Enjoy**
The boat rocked on the waves as the sails billowed wide in the winds pulling the ship southward. Rachael sat on a crate sharpening a dagger when a young cabin boy poked his head around the corner staring curiously at her. A faint smile creased her lisp as she gestured him to come closer and have a seat. “Would you like to hea…
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Added by Rachael/Malcanthet on October 30, 2009 at 5:17pm —
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Jane kept looking behind her as she rushed through the woods of the estate that was once hers to inherit. Tears ran from her eyes, filling her mouth with the salty taste. She could still hear the cries and smell the burning flesh. In her mind she kept seeing the picture of her mother being slaughtered by the warriors of Lord Newhaven. Her father and her two brothers had died trying to save her and Jane herself. Her father's dying words were telling Jane to leave and never look back. To make sure…
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Added by LadyJane Mistwood on October 29, 2009 at 12:43pm —
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Having too much free time in their dungeon cell in the keep... And having too much free time in the infimairy healing afterwards. The Brothers wrote a song.
A song the Brothers 'll soon be singing when they are playing music again somewhere in Port. :o
Btw, thanks everyone for the RP, and giving us the fodder + free time for writing the song :D
A woman in the lonely woods, her beauty as never seen, when two men came riding on a horse and stopped this so-called queen.
She refused to give the me…
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Added by Shoep on October 29, 2009 at 2:00am —
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A fun little rp we thought we'd share for a giggle
[6:01] Kyra Reiter: i am just numb runa, it is hard to feel anger, or anything else right now
[6:02] Alrunia Ahn: Need me to slap you ?
[6:02] Kyra Reiter lifts her head and looks into her heart sisters eyes for a long moment before nodding her head "Yes Runa, i do"
[6:03] Alrunia Ahn nods slowly " cheek, cheek cheek or cheek? you choice"
[6:03] Kyra Reiter: we are warriors.. remind me of that, hit me like one
[6:05] Alrunia Ahn frowns,…
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Added by kyra reiter on October 28, 2009 at 7:00pm —
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The shadowed figure reeled back as he clattered onto the cobblestone his leg bleeding profusely from a smooth gash down his thigh as he clawed at the ground crawling through the narrow ally toward the docks. His going was slow as he felt the world blur and sway around him only the constant echo of heavy boots and rattling mail behind him gave him the strength to pull himself forward. It was only a few yards further and he could be free of the ally and in the open where he hoped his pursuit would…
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Added by Rachael/Malcanthet on October 28, 2009 at 6:30pm —
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(Thanks to all those involved, epic ass RP that had been working up to this point for weeks, and more to come Im sure!)
The forest of the Wilds seemed extra quite and still as Alastair made his way down the path, a quick gate - he walked toward his target, not straying or stopping for any passing travelers. He was tasked with a special mission, a delicate one and carried sentimental gifts now discarded. As he thought on recent events, it was as if Gaia's creatures, the trees, the ferns c…
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Added by Alastair Wylder on October 28, 2009 at 2:51pm —
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((Forgive the rather pitiful tone, I have had a really hard day at work, feeling low...thought I would put my mood to good use and use it to guide me in a blog for Blaze :) ))
Noiseless steps took her across the port cobbles. It was just after day break and despite the first morning rays of light that fought to glimmer through the fading darkness, there was a chill in the air, the first real sign that winter was soon on its way. She would miss the swirling autumn hues.
There was not a soul in…
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Added by Blaze on October 26, 2009 at 8:00pm —
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Dropping her satchel behind the bar the girl stared over the remains of merriment from the shift before, the previous barmaid having left early due to an emergency and leaving the empty Inn looking as though several orcs celebrating a raid had stumbled through. Well, it was either that or she really didn’t want to clean up whatever the sticky suspicious substance was on the floor by the fireside, vomit that hadn’t been covered by sawdust towards the west corner of the room, right several tables…
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Added by Sygnet Despres on October 26, 2009 at 4:00pm —
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This happened totally out of random when the two brothers met in the tavern...
Shoepa Woodget snuck into the tavern behind Das as silent as the night, and tried to quickly put a knife at his throat before he could react.
Das Carver blinked as a knife came to his throath, he remained calm and then tried to grab the wrist with his tail, without cutting himself on the knife
Shoepa Woodget laughed ''I'd slit your throat now. But i wouldn't kill my own brother. Never face the entrance of a tavern…
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Added by Shoep on October 26, 2009 at 12:35am —
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((AKA Deoridhe and Bink recover from the scene Bink posted in his blog. ))
Deoridhe says, voice still shaking a little, "I think I /need/ a drink."
Bink sighs out in relief ONLY after he was completely inside the Tavern. " You know, Miss Deoridhe... for once.. I agree with you."
Deoridhe pauses thoughtfully,t hen says, "I haven't stole... found any money, though, recently. Should have grabbed a bottle in the Sithen...."
Bink says, "I have a tab here. Jehan's pay it regularly. WE can use that…
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Added by Deoridhe Quandry on October 25, 2009 at 9:30am —
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((yay for random poolside RPs ^^ ))
Bink Wylder wanders in quietly, holding onto Deo's hand and squeezing it as he walks forward. She was more his support and guide than he could ever be. Bink couldn't lead himself out of a corner. He didn't want to burden either boys or have them take control of his conversations either, so instead of asking Remi or Jehan to lead him, he found Deoridhe.
Deoridhe Quandry brushes her shoulder lightly against Bink's as they walk, for both moral support and out o…
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Added by Bink on October 25, 2009 at 7:55am —
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There is a story told sometimes, by those near the edge of the forest, of a young girl who saw an angel. Most of those who tell it don't believe it, but it makes a good story for when the winter is at its coldest and all of the stories have exhausted themselves into silence.
She was very young when she saw the angel, a fact which her mother confirmed while she was still alive - God Rest her Soul - and even when she was old and watched her grandchildren with ears instead of her old blind eyes, s…
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Added by Deoridhe Quandry on October 25, 2009 at 4:30am —
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(( Warning, as the post is about revenge, it might be voilent, and a bit gore-ish... ))
The snares of the lute were covered in red. And the wood that once was beautifull and smooth was now covered with little crack of attempts to repair it. The story behind all this? I will tell you. The man that was once known as Das Carver had travelled great distances since he had recieved information from an unknown person. The information was about the man that had lead the attack on his village, the bandi…
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Added by Das on October 24, 2009 at 1:29pm —
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(( This is the last part of the one night of rp, and it ties in with Blade's blog "Helping people hurts" to which i couldnt agree more))
They spent some time in the pools, allowing Kyra to restore her strength after performing the spell of transformation. And for Kyra it gave her sometime to sort through her thoughts and plan. Sunk low in the low waters with her eyes closed as she partially listened to the quieted voices of the others. The humans of the port requested their help in rescu…
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Added by kyra reiter on October 23, 2009 at 7:46pm —
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Racahel kicked her feet up on the small oak table and swirled the half drunk mug of ale in her hand as the other lazily combed through her hair. A half eaten plate of roast and potatos sat cooling as her eyes wandered about the cramped hovel of a rom she was staying in. It wasn't much but itwas warm unlike outside and had been her home now for the past few weeks. It was sparsely furnished with only the real nececiaties provided. It was simple... much like her life these days.
She sat up grimaci…
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Added by Rachael/Malcanthet on October 23, 2009 at 6:45pm —
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((Thankies to everyone. you know who you are *grins* ))
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Leynir's word lay heavy on his mind, even as he slept.
Betrayal
He said more, but that word lingered, stalking him from the darkened corners of his mind, hummin sweetly into the night.
Betrayal
His body ached though from the body of extreme heat at his back and the crypt-like coolness of the one he curled against he was happy...
Betrayal
Or was he? He nuzzled at Remiel's shoulder, pressing his forehe…
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Added by Bink on October 23, 2009 at 1:25pm —
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The tortured screams echoed and throbbed in her mind as she stumbled along the cobbled path. Blood dripped from her finger tips from where it straked like crimson vipers down her arm and was sweared in vibrant arcs of spilt life across her naked form. Her robes hungin tatters and several lacerations adorned her alibaster skin. EAch step she took was more painful than the last as the gravel and rocks stabbed at her feet.
The demoness finally collapsed on her knees clutching at her head as she pi…
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Added by Rachael/Malcanthet on October 23, 2009 at 10:43am —
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I am stretched on your grave and will lie here forever. If you hands were in mine I'd be sure we’d not sever. My apple tree, my brightness, it's time we were together for I smell of the Earth and am worn by the weather.
Around roses and water, above the soft grasses that shielded the wild and cold of the Sithen cave below, Deoridhe wove light into being, memory into glamour. The withered face of her teacher, the woman of threats and cajoling,was the easiest to start. She'd always reminde…
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Added by Deoridhe Quandry on October 23, 2009 at 9:00am —
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Halo's tale
Blood and Feathers.... Rememberances of a Dark Childhood
Heading home
Coming to Port Tarrund
The song of the stone queen.
dealing through pain
Broken hearts, a broken body.
Waiting & Wondering
Scrub, scrub, scrub
Aftermath
what calls Fire
Silence of the Snares
