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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ErichDragon" data-source="post: 697093" data-attributes="member: 2719">1. I have never played a pbp game before... 2. ...so obviously I don't have any examples of posts <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> 3.  I would like to play Sturm, Tanis or Gilthanis (later on).     I would be willing to play Caramon, Riverwind or Raistlin (looks like he is going to be popular though).4.  Five years ago, you and your friends parted to search for a true cleric. Tonight, you meet on the road to Solace and report on your discoveries.     The tall man with the dolorous mustache received many strange stares from the citizens of Solace.  He had lived here for many years and been accepted among them, but still, they stared.  The reason for their curiosity was the archaic breastplate he was wearing.  Most of his neighbors had forgotten about his link to that sad old tradition, or at least pushed it to the back of their minds.  Today he was travelling, however, and one can't be too careful.       The breastplate bore the mark of the Solamnic Knights.  In some parts of Ansalon, wearing that symbol was tantamount to a death sentence.  Thankfully the people of Solace are a more forgiving lot than most, for the man would sooner cut off his sword arm than hide his birthright.     The man's name is Sturm Brightblade, and tonight he is reuiniting with his closest (and only) friends.  They seperated five years previously to search for any sign of the old Gods.  Sturm travelled north to Solamnia with Kitiara, half sister to the twins.  Some would be sad that Kit was not returning with him.  In fact Sturm was not looking forward to telling his friend Tanis about what Kit had become.  Sturm was never comfortable with their relationship, and he and Kitiara had quite a falling out during their travels.  Niether of them found any signs of the True Gods, although both learned some things about themselves and each other, maybe too much.     Sturm was approaching the giant oak which cradled the Inn of the last Home, almost as if the Inn were part of the tree itself.  The sound of laughter and clinking glasses mingled with the smell of Otik's famous spiced potatoes wafted down on the cool autumn breeze.  As Sturm began the ascent the voices became more distinct.  "So there was this big, ugly Ogre, must have been 12' tall at least, just leering at me.  My sword was broken in two from a vicious chop I gave his shield.  That reminds me I have to see Theros tomorrow about getting that fixed..."That voice brought a rare smile to Sturm's mouth.  It belonged Caramon.  Caramon was one of the most honest and simple people Sturm had ever met.  He would trust his life and his honor with Caramon."It was barely 8' tall and half dead from starvation, now stop making a fool of yourself and sit down. cough...cough.""Right sorry Raist.  Sorry everyone.  Raist, let me fix your drink for you"That second voice chased the smile away.  It belonged to Caramon's twin, Raistlin.  Sturm did not trust him at all.  In fact he would be happy to never lay eyes on the twisted, selfish man again.  Perhaps this reunion was going to be more diffucult than even Sturm imagined.(OOC)Well, that's my first attempt at pbp.  It is a bit longer than I imagine most normal posts will be but since it is the beginning and all...Please give me some feedback.5.  I love the Dragonlance novels and the characters.  First fantasy I ever read.</blockquote>

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