Ladies and gentlemen, I would like thoughts in italics, speach in "quotes," and action between *asterisks.* Out of Character conversation belongs in the OOC thread, but actions that relate directly to your post can be put below. For example
And now, our story begins...
Heroes of Earth and Sky
Bluecloud - Zan Kai'jin - LN Male Half-Elf Monk 5
Frukathka - ‘Durel’ Tharmium - N Male Human Fighter 5
sword-dancer - Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen Male - Half-Elf Ranger 5
kirinke - Cerithea Rilynn Altinddare - CG Elf Ranger 2/Cleric 3 of Ehlonna
sukael - Erland M. Grauhim - NG Male Human Druid 5
Verbatim - Throreth - LN Male Elf Diviner 5
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*Some of you have been traveling for days. Some for weeks. Some for your entire life. But today you are traveling to Sage Hollow, a town that may hold what you seek. The matriarch of Sage Hollow has requested heroes to be found to rid the town of an unexpected menace; a maurading beast that the townsfolk have not been able to capture or kill. The reward is said to be substantial, not to mention the prestige that would go with it. Sage Hollow had a particularly good bard, a half-elf woman by the name of Gylina Feathersong, whose songs were sung for miles around. If properly approached, she could write a song of a hero's exploits, and spread his reputation far and wide.*
*With the land of Tarumen being so vast, and the people so few, each village, town, and thorpe was its own authority. Some were run by certain bloodlines, or particular races, by guild leaders, men, women, elders, or a collective effort. Sage Hollow was ruled by the elder women, who were thought to be close to the earth and would know how the town could best prosper.*
*Sage Hollow held a unique advantage against attack. There was a deep ravine on one side, and a deep-cut river on the other two. The town lay on a large triangle of land, accessable only by swimming, climbing, or by rope bridges. A palisade of stones, topped with sharp-tipped length of wood, surrounded the town. The gatehouses, one on each side, were also stone, carved with pictures of giant lizards. Grim-faced guardsmen with bows scrutinize each person that comes over the bridge. Within, the town was made of the many stones pried from the rocky soil so many years ago, topped with trees whose roots draped over the walls.*
*A diverse group comes together from a variety of dirt trails onto the rocky road that leads to Sage Hollow. Two half-elves, one bearing a bow with a hawk on his shoulder and another leading a giant lizard and carrying no obvious weapons. One is an elf women bearing the holy symbol of Ehlonna. Another is a tall and this human bearing a hawk on his wrist and a braid down his back. The last is a muscular human man with a bushy bear, wearing ringmail armor, claw bracers on his hands, with a heavy flail ready at his belt. Ahead of you is a sturdy, springy bridge of woven rope, only wide enough for a single person to cross at a time. A river rushes many feet below, and a scowling human man looks at you from the gatehouse on the other side, a bow at his side.*
Ok? You can use colors in your text, but I have to be able to read them. Also, turn off your sigs when posting, and please put your name and race in the title of your posts.*Kayla headed towards the small village, a bit of fear deep in her stomach.*
Will they welcome me here? I wish I knew...
"Stop! Who goes there?" came a voice. A man stepped out from behind a tree, bow and arrow at the ready.
*Kayla halted and remained still, though her hands itched to reach for her own bow.*
"I am Kayla, a traveler and hunter. I seek passage to Treeroot Tor to sell my skills."
OOC - Diplomacy +5
And now, our story begins...
Heroes of Earth and Sky
Bluecloud - Zan Kai'jin - LN Male Half-Elf Monk 5
Frukathka - ‘Durel’ Tharmium - N Male Human Fighter 5
sword-dancer - Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen Male - Half-Elf Ranger 5
kirinke - Cerithea Rilynn Altinddare - CG Elf Ranger 2/Cleric 3 of Ehlonna
sukael - Erland M. Grauhim - NG Male Human Druid 5
Verbatim - Throreth - LN Male Elf Diviner 5
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*Some of you have been traveling for days. Some for weeks. Some for your entire life. But today you are traveling to Sage Hollow, a town that may hold what you seek. The matriarch of Sage Hollow has requested heroes to be found to rid the town of an unexpected menace; a maurading beast that the townsfolk have not been able to capture or kill. The reward is said to be substantial, not to mention the prestige that would go with it. Sage Hollow had a particularly good bard, a half-elf woman by the name of Gylina Feathersong, whose songs were sung for miles around. If properly approached, she could write a song of a hero's exploits, and spread his reputation far and wide.*
*With the land of Tarumen being so vast, and the people so few, each village, town, and thorpe was its own authority. Some were run by certain bloodlines, or particular races, by guild leaders, men, women, elders, or a collective effort. Sage Hollow was ruled by the elder women, who were thought to be close to the earth and would know how the town could best prosper.*
*Sage Hollow held a unique advantage against attack. There was a deep ravine on one side, and a deep-cut river on the other two. The town lay on a large triangle of land, accessable only by swimming, climbing, or by rope bridges. A palisade of stones, topped with sharp-tipped length of wood, surrounded the town. The gatehouses, one on each side, were also stone, carved with pictures of giant lizards. Grim-faced guardsmen with bows scrutinize each person that comes over the bridge. Within, the town was made of the many stones pried from the rocky soil so many years ago, topped with trees whose roots draped over the walls.*
*A diverse group comes together from a variety of dirt trails onto the rocky road that leads to Sage Hollow. Two half-elves, one bearing a bow with a hawk on his shoulder and another leading a giant lizard and carrying no obvious weapons. One is an elf women bearing the holy symbol of Ehlonna. Another is a tall and this human bearing a hawk on his wrist and a braid down his back. The last is a muscular human man with a bushy bear, wearing ringmail armor, claw bracers on his hands, with a heavy flail ready at his belt. Ahead of you is a sturdy, springy bridge of woven rope, only wide enough for a single person to cross at a time. A river rushes many feet below, and a scowling human man looks at you from the gatehouse on the other side, a bow at his side.*
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