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| Dusk Raven | Feb 18 2009, 07:32 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Dusk Raven, or Dusk if anyone prefers to shorten it. Roleplaying Experience: I've been RPing... since about the beginning of September '07. Preferred Roleplay Style: I like fantasy, and sci-fi, And things set in nature such as certain animal RPs. I dislike things in the present time, with humans, in the current world... for me, that's what life is for. There has to be some difference between the world of the RP and the world we exist in. Roleplaying Sample: (I hope this is all right) The climb up the mountain had been a rough one. The rocky and steep terrain, the thin and cold air, and Lawrence’s regular begging for rest breaks. But at last, the group neared the summit, where a small pass between two rocky walls led into the peak. There, they stood upon a cliff face, with a breathtaking view before them. Inside the peak there was a caldera, a great crater with ice-capped walls stretching high above them, and below them cradling a lake that had frozen over for the winter. There was a large island in the center, towering above the ice. But their attention was most focused upon what was on the island itself. There, a gigantic castle stood, larger than any structure the villagers had ever seen, with dark stones that contrasted with the white ice on the lake and the stone. As they gazed at it, the clock tower struck 3 o’ clock in the evening, the sound resonating across the caldera. Entering into the castle at that moment was not the biggest thing on their minds. But Lawrence convinced them otherwise. Some may have thought the place was built by spirits, but Lawrence said that it wasn’t completely impossible that this place was built by humans who had snuck up here for whatever reason. None of the villagers went up here, after all (the few that did never returned), due to the distance and the fact that the bats that patrolled the mountain at night made their nest here, so no one could say that it had simply sprung up overnight. There was also the matter of what to tell the people at the village. Lawrence said that they couldn’t simply march back and proclaim to everyone that a dark castle was now at the top of the mountain, they would be judged insane, without a doubt. If they were to convince the villagers of the truth of the matter, they needed to bring something back as proof. And of course, there was the fact that the sun was soon to set. Then, temperatures would drop, the bats and wolves would come out, and no one wanted to even be outside when that happened, much less hiking down a treacherous mountain. So they had no choice but to enter the castle. A bridge of rock connected the cliff with the island, and so across it they went. As they neared the island, they saw the entrance to a stone fortress wall that surrounded the island. A drawbridge lay across a gap in the ridge, as if welcoming them. They dutifully entered, and saw inside a dense forest, with a path leading through it to the castle. They followed the twisting path to the center of the island, passing over a bridge that crossed a river, a graveyard, and many strange trees. At last they came to the castle itself, the main doors towering above them. They knocked, but no one answered. The sun was close to setting, so they had no choice but to try and enter. After a great push by the group, the doors opened, swinging open to reveal a grand hall. Giant windows with red curtains and large columns lined the walls, and a balcony of sorts, supported by pillars and several paces wide, divided the room in two. The place was strangely deserted, but triple-pronged candlesticks and large chandeliers were lit, allowing them to see the way. Past the hall was a stairwell, which led both up and down. Sounds of water were heard from below, so they went up instead. There, they were led into a hall that held a welcome sight. This hall was much smaller then the gigantic entrance hall, but much of the room was taken up by a long table, with a white cloth spread across it and food dishes of every kind placed upon it. Pheasant, hart, roast steak, and several other meat dishes lay alongside sparkling fruits and vegetables. A silver pitcher of fine wine stood, and places were set for quite a few people, with intricate designs engraved upon the silver ware. It was a feast none of them, not even Lawrence, had ever seen, and it was much welcome after the trail food they had consumed on the journey. Caution thrown to the winds, they feasted for some time, as 4 o’ clock came and went. Once they were done, they got up and found in the next room a short hall, with a stairwell leading up and a door on the opposite side. Up the stairs they found a hall lined with doors, each leading to a luxurious bedroom, each with a large bed and nightstand, a mirror and table with drawers near it, a sink, and a dresser. The door led to a small study, with a few desks, a table in the center, and many bookshelves, and a door leading from there to a library that spread onto two floors. After such a tiring day, everyone was glad to turn in early in such comfortable beds, except for Lawrence, who was perfectly content to stay in the study and the library, pouring over the many books that were there. It was in the study where he was sitting, not knowing that the sun had set, for there were no windows, and not noticing the clock tower toll 5 o’ clock, for the sound was muffled by the walls, and he was too busy to hear.... Edited by Dusk Raven, Feb 18 2009, 07:36 PM.
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| Silvermourn | Feb 18 2009, 09:06 PM Post #2 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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