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Din cauza ca povestile s-au incalcit pe celalalt thread (Forum Romance (http://www.roleplay.ro/forum/index.php?showtopic=336)) si pt ca se pare ca a placut ideea unui astfel de topic, s-a decis sa se reia si sa se imbunatateasca. Pt cei ce nu stiu inca despre ce e vorba (si le e lene sa se uite pe vechiul thread :D ) am sa rezum in cateva cuvinte scopul si regulile acestui topic:
- in primul rand titlul topicului se traduce cam asa: mai multe fire (povesti) care vor pleca mai intai separat (in perechi de cate 2 membri - preferabil de sex diferit, dar... pt "excentrici" pot fi si de acelasi sex; himself, ai ocazia sa fii lesbian(a) :D ) si care se vor putea intalni pe parcurs, dar doar daca TOTI povestitorii firelor CARE SUNT PROPUSE spre a se uni / intretaia sunt de acord sa o faca. Daca nu se ajunge la un acord comun, fiecare povestire va continua pe fagasul ei propriu. De asemenea, pot exista povesti care se intretaie si povesti care vor ramane pe linia lor initiala; adica daca se propune o unire, nu este nevoie ca toate povestile sa se uneasca.
- o alta regula a acestui tip de povestire este ca exista (in cazul nostru) cel putin 2 povestitori la o poveste si deci nu incercati sa o creati singuri; unul povesteste o parte, iar celalalt (ceilalti) o alta parte (alte parti). Asta este si frumusetea acestui gen de storytelling: ca nu stii decat in parte ce se va intampla.
- sunt admise sugestii dar trebuie sa fie acceptate de restul si nu fortate in povestire
- incercati sa va jucati rolul propriu si sa nu actionati / raspundeti pentru altii; lasati-i pe ei s-o faca, indiferent daca raspunsul lor la ultimul vostru post este extrem de evident sau daca nu va va conveni raspunsul
- aveti grija cum va folositi de informatiile prezentate de ceilalti: voi ca povestitori veti stii totul, dar personajele interpretate de voi NU CUNOSC aceste aspecte; asa ca aveti grija cum va folositi de ele, pt a pastra veridicitatea povestii voastre
- incercati sa va abtineti de la off-topicuri, iar daca e musai sa postati si off-topicuri incercati sa o faceti impreuna cu un on-topic (o parte din povestire)

Cam astea ar fi regulile de baza. Daca le respectam cred ca va iesi bine.

Pentru inceput propun ca fiecare sa-si puna o descriere a personajului (cam cum s-a facut pe thread-ul vechi) + o poveste initiala (background story or biography) ca sa fie mai interesant.

A, si nu uitati: HAVE FUN WITH IT!  :)  

Hai ca ma bag si eu...

Personajul aventurii mele este un liber-profesionist pe care-l cheama... Darian, care incearca sa-si caute de lucru prin lume (Faerun). Povestea incepe in Beregost, loc de unde el se intalneste cu... (cineva sa vina repede sa umple acest gol).
Caracteristicile personajului: curajos, incapatanat si greu de mituit.

Oki, I'm in it too this time... Ma voi ghida putin dupa schema "propusa" de Daemian in threadul trecut, si dupa modelul de backgrounduri, e mai simplu. Si apropo, ar trebui sa se mentioneze daca e engleza ca in threadul trecut sau romana, cum vad ca a simplificat nigh_hawk.

Name - Karyonna
Race/Class - Human/Blackguard
Alignment - Lawful Evil
Weapon - that absolutely wonderful (my precioussssssssssssssssss) Supreme Flail brought from Nighon

Background
This young warrior has suffered much before becoming so powerful and cunning, and her soul is now tortured by shadows from the past. However, she has found peace and easyness once, but now her restful period is gone, along with the man who had brought it. She feels she couldn't be complete without him and without what he represents, so apart from roaming the lands for different purposes, she now seeks him as well.
Always much of a loner, she doesn't like being in crowded places for too long, but always faces the society when needed, with a charming smile on her face and an even more charming attitude, to get her all she needs or wants. She perfectly masters the heavy flail, as well as the skills of intimidation and healing. Out of caution, she never leaves her armour, made from the scales of a red dragon she has brought down herself, and mostly prefers to hide her body and sometimes her face as well under a black cloak. However, she always has a mantle attached to the armour, black with a golden helm on the lower end of it, as a sign of her identity and also of her rank - General. She'd do anything for the rare ones she names friends, or even brothers, and most of all for the one she cannot forget.
Also, another unusual ability of hers is to perform certain mind rituals by which she can almost see, with the eye of the mind, events which would happen, people she'd meet, or sense what she should do next, where her path should lead her.
At the moment, she is resting on the bank of a river, in a thick forest somewhere near a town. She won't do anything until dawn, when she'll be able to perform one of her special rituals. She has sensed something unusual in the atmosphere and wishes to verify what the sudden disturbance is all about...

Name: Daemian
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Alignment: Neutral Good
Deity: Chauntea - The Great Mother, the Grain Goddess, Earthmother
Weapon of chioce: The Mourner - a longsword crafted by Daemian in loving memory of his one true love - Thekea

Background Story

 Everyone has their share of tragic stories, but mine is perhaps the saddest of all. My story begins 13 years ago... I was just 12 when the orcs raided my village. They used to do such things every now and then, but never so vicious and never so far off into our lands. They killed my parents right before my eyes and the last thing I remember from that gruesome day was that an orc, after finishing with my mom, came for me. At first I thought he killed me too - and to this day I pray he had - but it seems that I only fainted, as I woke up in chains the next day. It didn't take me a lot to guess that I was taken to their camp. The days that followed were horrible. I was beaten almost on regular basis, poor fed - not that I would have had an appetite anyway - and put to do things a full grown man would have serious difficulties doing, not to mention a 12th year boy. But my pain aided me in those moments and kept me from dying.
 Until this day I still don't know why did this happen but it did nonetheless: while I was carrying a basket full of stones I was spotted by an orc shaman and after a few words with the guard captain, he asked me to put the basket down and to come to him. I was a little hesitant at first, but when the guard started shouting at me telling me to do as I was instructed. I approached the hooded figure and he calmly but firmly asked my name. "It is Daemian" I responded. "Well, the little Daemian, from now on you shall work for me" and without a single word he waved at me instructing me to follow him.
 Five years have past since Kharag the shaman took me in his care and although I was still his servant, especially to the outside eyes, he was more like a father to me - as much as an orc can be a father to a human child. He taught me how to read and write, he instructed me in the art of calculus and alchemy. He even showed me how to use magic. I learned all that and much, much more in the time I spent with him, but the thing that I loved most was the sword. Kharag was a great magician, but not too skilled with a blade. But still, he had taught me the basics and after that I trained alone in order to better myself. It seems my desire for revenge fueled my ambition and he saw that. He feared for me, as he got to care for me... and me for him.
 He came up with a plan to calm my rebellious spirit and pretty soon he put it into action. One day as I was coming home - strange thing to call an orc's hut a home to a captive human - just as I entered I dropped the bundle of firewood that I was carrying right in the middle of the room. "Daemian, I would like you to meet Thekea. She will help us from now on around the house" he said. But I still could move, much less speak. "Daemian! I thought I taught you better! Treat the lady with some respect" he said, looking and me with a strange smile on his face. "I... I'm sorry. Pleased to meet you Thekea." I finally replied. "Pleased to meet you too, Daemian" she said and I thought an angel spoke. She smiled gently at me and I could see a ray of hope in her terribly sad eyes. She knew she would be protected here as best as she could be under such circumstances. In the days that followed I managed to find out more about her: she was 16 and she was also kidnapped from her village - another raid of the orcs; as she told me her story I was reliving mine and I was slowly consumed by hate every time she told me a piece of it. Alas, she would sense my inner change and she would take my hand into hers and all pain and hate would disappear in an instant. And so time has passed and I was more and more drawn to her... and her to me. It didn't take long before we would declare our love for each other and for the first time since I was in this dreadful place I was happy. But all good things do not last long...
 From some time now I saw the chieftain's son coming more and more often to visit the shaman. The first time he was sent by his father for an advice regarding the politics of the tribe. But he saw Thekea and something glittered in his eyes... something evil. Then the visits became more often and he was still claiming that he came for advice, but I knew his true intent. After a few of these visits he came one day to Kharag informing him that Thekea was needed from now on at his father's place. I was not at home at that time, but I later learned from the shaman that my fair Thekea started to cry when she heard what the orc had said, knowing herself that she would never return here again. Kharag sighed at the false pretence but there was nothing he could do, thus he agreed. Thekea screamed that she would never go with the chieftain's son and ran out into the open. I was just returning home and I heard her screams. I rushed over to her direction and met her. I asked her why was she crying, but before she could answer me the chieftain's son and his to bodyguards caught up with us. I realized then what was going on and my anger could not be subdued anymore. I jumped towards the orcs knocking one of the guards down - although he was twice my size -, I pulled his knife and rushed to the chieftain's son. But before the dagger would reach his slimy green skin the second guard punched me in the back of my head knocking me to the ground. The chieftain's son went and grabbed Thekea and said: "You will be my slave, human female!". "Never!" she replied "I would rather die!" and in single moment she gave me one final look - I saw in her eyes how much she loved me; I knew what she was about to do but I couldn't move. She grabbed his dagger and stabbed herself in the heart. The orc was stunned for a moment but then she let the lifeless corpse fall to the ground like it was an old rag. I died in that moment with her. My body was still alive, but my soul was just an empty shell now. "What we do with him, master? I say we kill him" "No, it seems he is a strong one this human if he could knock one of you down. Let him fight in the arena; he'll die there before everyone's eyes"... and then they dragged me to their prison - where the shaman found me.
 And I became their "gladiator" but I did not die as they expected. "The most powerful man is the one who has nothing more to lose" - the shaman taught me that and he was right. I defeated all sorts of creatures, from driders to wardogs, from drakes to yuan-tis, from ice dwarves to drows. Nothing meant to me anymore... I was the prefect killing machine. Only hate drove me and kept me going. I just hoped that someday I would get the chance to kill the chieftain's son.
 "Hope never dies" - that's another thing that the shaman taught me and he would be my ray of hope, my savior once again. Somehow he was granted access to me. He told me he could help me both escape and achieve my goal. I could understand why he would want me to escape but not why he would help me kill the chieftain's son - the only heir. "You must surely think I am a fool! If he dies than there will be no one to reclaim his father's command by natural right and all his commanders would fight amongst themselves for that position. It would be total chaos!" I said to him. "But chaos already inhabits these lands and its inhabitants. The old Order is lost and the chieftain's son speaks of open battle with the humans. We were never a peaceful people but we had reason behind our actions and we would always let our better judgment guide our steps. I fear that the thirst for blood and glory poisoned the hearts and the mind of my people. If the chieftain's son would be dead then the shamans would once again be able to lead the people - like it was in the ancient times. Preparations have been already been set in motion. You just do what you have to do and by doing so you will also help us." he replied. "Very well then, show me the path to the light!" I said. He then gave me a key for my cell and a small map to the chieftain's son quarters. He also told me about the guards' routes so that I would be able to avoid them and about my means of escaping. At the end he said: "I am sorry for the pain my people have caused you, but the past cannot be erased. Complete your destiny and then go as far away as you can from these lands and never look back. Forget about it all: about this place, about me and even about Thekea". "But I cannot..." "You must! Or you will never be able to find peace" and then he left.
 I waited till after midnight when most of the orcs were asleep. I exited the cell and sneaked past the guards - I would have so wanted to kill them all but I could not risk to be spotted or I would never reach my ultimate target. So I did as Kharag instructed me and I finally managed to enter the chieftain's son chamber. A weird smile glanced across my face as I approached the sleeping orc. I took the solution that the shaman gave me, poured into a piece of cloth and pressed it onto his nose. He opened his eyes and I could see that he was terrified at the sight of me, but in the next moment he was unconscious again. After stabbing him in the heart, I then took my time cutting him into little pieces scattering them throughout the room, saving the head for last. I softly took out his eyes and cut of his nose, tongue and ears and placed them one next to the other at the window... so he could be seen the next morning. I washed myself from all that blood in the washing basin in his room and left that place. I threw one last glance to the room covered in blood and full of body parts - it was like a picture of hell - and I felt a strange joy in my heart. As I rode out of the camp and into the woods I could hear the screams of the guards that must have discovered by now what was left of their leader to be... that weird smile was right back on my face again. I left and I never looked back.
  As I said at the beginning of my story, this all happened 13 years ago and since I escaped the orc camp I became a ranger. The hate was gone and even part of the pain. I settled into a forest surrounding the city of Aberford, dedicating my life to nature. I guess I managed to follow the shaman's last advice... almost. I still remember Thekea; I could not let her go and for that I never loved another person again...

Ok... Fac si eu asa...

Name: Darian
Gender: Male
Class: Fighter / Thief / Mage
Alignment: True Neutral
Deity: (none)
Weapon of Choice: Terrestrial Scorcher, Celestial Fury's (Katana) twin sword.

Background: Darian lived in a harsh enviorment. His mother died right in front of him, backstabbed, when he was 5, so he was left alone with his father, who was a good man and who tried to take good care of him. Because his father had a lot to work, Darian was often left alone, so he was able to learn a thing or too by himself. He learned to pick locks when he was 10, but soon after he was sent to a local school. There he had to face a more harsh reality. He learned to fight, thing that helped him protect himself from bigger children. Because of no money, he abandoned school after only half an year, being sent to an uncle of his,  a mage in Luskan. There he learned to read, write and a lot more. Being quite stealthy, he was always watching his uncle make spells. He watched closely, to see both lip gestures and hand gestures. Thus he learned a bit of spellcasting, but at a very primary level. He did miscast some spells and instead of making his cousin invisible, he made him transparent. Living at his uncle was Darian's best part of life, but good things have an end. One night Darian heard a powerfull scream and lots of strange sounds. He quickly went to the source of the noise and saw his uncle fight 4 black figures. His uncle died that very night because of the poison infection caused by a dart from one of the assasins. He lived alone in Luskan for a few days. He was old enough to take care of himself now, he was 17. Soon he got notice that his father died too. Alone, sad, filled with grief, but no wish for revenge at all, he left. He went into a caravan to take him far away from Luskan.

Darian's version: My background is of no importance. I have lived 11 years of my life in a small village near Luskan. I was sent to Luskan, to a mage uncle, to learn things I should have learned in school. Having no money is hard, so I understand my father. I may have learned a few theiveing things at my life, I learned to wield a sword, and at my uncle to cast a spell or two. I used my skills once to get inside the mayor's house and steal a small chest. He found it a day before. He didn't open it yet though. I worked a little that night, trying to open it, but in the end I succeded. What I found was a glowing brown sword. I found out later from my uncle that that was "Terrestrial Scorcher", "Celestial Fury"'s twin. Both of them are Katanas, powerful weapons of great skill. I took the weapon as my own. After my uncle's and my father's death, I departed from Luskan. My main destination was "as far away as I can". I ended up in Beregost, a small town beetwen Baldur's Gate and Amn. I'm prepared to go in the forest for some food, but after I get my sword clean.

Name: Zendurion
Gender: Male
Class: Paladin
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Helm the Protector

Weapon of Choice:
A two handed magical holly sword forged in ancient realms destroyed by forgotten battles… The last sign of a great ancient Civilization

Background:
That’s the tale of the last true paladin… As child he always dreamed about becoming a hero, fighting dragons and making others life easier… He dreamed about becoming a powerful and mighty knight. Even if most of the time he was surrounded by many people, he was a lonely wolf… he couldn’t find his place in the world in which he was living. The others always looked at him with suspicion or mercy. They considered him a day dreamer, smart yes, but good for nothing. Although he was beloved and appreciated by his family, he wanted more. He wanted to achieve his dreams, he wanted to see the world, he wanted to make his fortune. So at a young age he became an adventurer, left his home and took the first ship that would carry him far far away. He traveled to many places, met many faces, he learned many things about life and he even developed some skills. Because of intelligence he was able even to learn some primary magic… Also he gathered big amounts of money, which he spent in taverns. He explored many beautiful ladies beds where he spent even more bags of gold. He lived his life to the full… Sometimes as burglar, sometimes as handy craftsman, sometimes as a true story teller and sometimes as ladies most dear friend (till their husbands found out). Somehow he always managed to earn the money he needed to survive in the surrounding world, which was not so cruel… at least not to him. Still he wasn’t satisfied… a part of his soul was lost, empty. Some considered one of the most daring young rogues… The guild of thieves put high hopes in him, but he never wanted to join. Yes, he sometimes broke the law, but he always kept a strange honor and always helped those in need. Never killed anyone, never stole from those in need… Most of the people envied him… Only some of the ladies he let closer have seen in him something more than a fool… An extravagant, clever, handsome, rich young man, yes… but still just a dreamer fool. One day, as usual his sharp tongue got him in trouble. But this time what looked like an easy tavern fight, turned into a deadly fight. He was overwhelmed by a pack of goblins with sharp daggers. He shouldn’t complain about their smell or their ability to speak common… All the other patrons laughed... Even worse! After some punches and some broken chairs he saw a sharp blade closing to his throat. In the last moment the hand was cut by a sharp and huge blade. Over him was standing a dark figure, who’s body was covered with a black cape. Suddenly his cloak felt off and the shining of his armor lightened the room. He recognized the holy sign from his armor… He was a paladin! It was enough for the goblins to see him and then flee. When he got up this paladin didn’t look so big as before…  He was a man around 30 years old with average constitution and a sharp look in his eyes. After he measured our character he began to smile and to laugh and finally offered him a chair and some ale.  He took the young one under his wing and introduced him into the order. The young Zendurion had a quick ascension: he proved to have a strong will, a sharp mind and a way too sharp tongue and lots of courage. Even if he was the youngest member he had a really amazing ascension in the hierarchy. Because of his ideas (deep inside remained a true dreamer) and his life experience gained him the nickname of the “Wise one”. He finished his training in a record time and became what he wanted to be a noble and respected young paladin. He did not leave the order for outer quests. The master, his master, his friend… wanted him around. One day the wind of war reached them too. All of them answered the call of those in need. In short time they found themselves on the battlegrounds… They fought like they were invincible. They whipped all the evil which dared to stand against them. After a serious wound suffered by the Warlord of the order, the Great Master named him the supreme commander. He the Lawmaster of the order, with no experience as a leader was responsible for the life of all his comrades. The weight was heavy, but he was strong… He thought himself so strong… And after two weeks of relative peace the wars began again harder than ever. It was cruel, it was like they were not fighting the same enemy… The monsters were much more powerful, and their numbers increased despite the damage the paladins managed to inflict on them. On red dawn they he was preparing the plans for a clever move… to vanquish the enemy. He learned many things about leadership and strategy… He grew up in some way… He wasn’t overconfident anymore, he saw and understood the horrors of the war… Even if many of his brothers fell, due to his believes in the value of human lives and due to his wisdom slowly he managed to turn the tide, even if they were overwhelmed… One that morning, on that bloody morning looking over his map and talking with his generals… He can’t forget… The Master of the Order entered in his tent… He wanted to salute him… But the cape fell again, and with in a second all of his generals were laying on the ground dead with daggers growing out of their hearts… In his friends eyes was gloving a strange red  light. He understood everything in the second: the growth of the enemy’s strength, all the strange happenings. He understood the betrayal. He took his sword and fought his master his friend. He felt the heavy weight of betrayal, of angry, fury, of fear, of death. He managed to defeat his enemy, when suddenly one of his trusted man ran in and collapsed with an arrow in his back. Outside the fight was as hard as inside… Someone opened the gates of the camp and murdered the guards. Thinking of this he offered a second to his opponent… Big mistake! He took a dagger from nowhere and stacked it right into his heart. He missed just an inch… Zendurion fell to the ground and lost his conscience. When he woke up, he was covered in blood… Walked of his tent and found all his brothers murdered, the camp destroyed, the innocents, the peasants, the animals…. Everything massacred. It was a horrible sight. He was found by an elf ranger who was wondering about. His life was saved by the beautiful girl… She took care of him for a while but after that she fled into the unknown. He buried his armor, his sword, his rank and his past... He kept only a medallion with the symbol of the order, and a thought, a dream. After he sworn revenge, he promised to his fallen brothers to rebuild the order and regain the honor of the paladins. In the month he was recovering from his wounds the lands changed under the terror of his formerly friend. The people were suffering and everyone cursed the paladins… He became a lonely knight. He fought many battles. He met three other adventurers and he gathered them around him in a party. They become brothers, even more than that… Now he ended up here.  Zendurion the last true paladin, who defeated death, who challenged the fate… A simple man who fights with his inner daemons and tries desperately to change the world into a better place. Still a fool… An older, wiser, more experienced man… but still just a dreamer fool.
After he became separated from his friends in the middle of a battle, he ends up in a tavern in Beregost where his attention is attracted by a group of strange adventures who’s gathering to change the fate of the known world. He feels that the destiny challenges him to a rematch… He walks closer and listens to what’s happening.  

When dawn arrived, the warm sunlight found the woman sitting in the very same position, awake, looking at the joyous waves the water formed, and which were landing at her toes, washing the banks. She got up, found a place which wouldn't be soaked but still near the water, and knelt down, closing her eyes. Something strange then happened, only for a few moments but for far more inside her head.
This place, it is the Cloak Wood... not far from a small town, where seems to be the disturbance... the road lies south, and by sunset the black one shall be there, guided by the night's wind to find what she seeks...
Karyonna slowly opened her eyes, allowing the light to bathe her black eyes, but only for a small moment. Afterwards, she took a helmet and covered her face - she didn't like the bright sun - and galloped south, to Beregost, on a horse as black as night itself.

She arrived as the sun was setting, and as a gentle breeze brushed her face. Following the breeze's way, feeling it like a hunter preparing his arrow, she was lead to the tavern. She left the horse outside, to rest along with the other beasts, and went inside, a little nervous about what she'd find in there. The stranger envelopped in black drew everyone's attention by the sound of boots battering the ground in a military way of walking, full of authority, which probably wasn't a common sound around there. She sat down at a table in a corner, from where she was able to see everyone in the tavern, eager not to miss anything, but as with a stony mask on her face which betrayed nothing of her anxiousness, nor of her extreme attention to what was going on.
She called a young maid who was serving the customers and threw her a cold glance which made the latter shiver. Then, in an unusually low and somehow harsh voice for a woman, she asked for a tea, but a cold one. After the maid bringing the cooled tea, Karyonna grabbed her arm and told her to sit down. The maid tried to go away because of the other customers, but a slightly dangerous but barely noticeable twitch of her arm made her shriek and convinced her to obey the stranger. As the girl sat in front of her, looking quite terrified, Karyonna started taking small sips of her tea, barely paying attention to the maid, but when she tried to get up and leave, the blackguard threw her another icy look, but this time far more menacing. As hypnotised, the maid sat down again and listened to Karyonna's instructions - she was to walk around the tavern, delivering drinks and food, and then come back and report if anything unusual or somewhat magical, out of the ordinay, had been seen. The maid followed the orders, still in a strange hypnotic state, followed by the blackguard's short glances.
Then she resumed to drinking her tea. If anything of "interest" was there at all, then it would surely come to her soon. Everything of interest was drawn to her and ended up by coming.

@everyone else - where is everyone else? erau asa multi si entuziasmati pe celalalt thread, si acum... pauza  :hmm:  

Name: Mens
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Archmage
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Weapon: almost any type of magic, mind magic especially; dagger

Background:
The name Mens was taken by the archmage when joining the Guild for the first time. Her former name...she didn't want to remembr it, as she wanted to forget all her past. But as it happens to any deep thinker, the past was so strong within her, almost giving her powers that she didn't want to see.
Born in a small city, she always detested everything that happened there, as the common mentality. She wanted just knowledge...and understanding. Her studies provided her much knowledge but understanding...she had eventually lost any hope of her ever being understood. She didn't regret leaving the city, for more detailed studies, as at her return she wasn't so glad to see the people there. Everything changed however when the war started. She saw everyone slaughtered, and her escape was a miracle. She was always solitary, but she couldn't stand all the killing and she couldn't do anything about it. As there was no safe place, she went to get some training in the art of magic, the only weapon she could handle. In the Mage's Guild she found the kind of enviroment she liked, and her training was going very well, as she had marvelous intellectual capabilities. Back then she took the name Mens. She concentrated only on magic and gained much power. The war consumed many guild mambers, and it has been easy for her to advance through ranks. After a heroic battle held by the mages, with her comanding a group that decided the fate of the war she was name archmage at a very young age. Since the end of the war Mens tried to guide the Guild to more knowledge and peace and less fighting. She was the perfect leader, always devoted to the guild's ideals, but she never had a particular life, a little charm in her rational, gray existance.

On a cold evening, the archmage was walking on the cities' roads. Her young face was hard as stone, as everyone was used. However some thoughts were tormenting her mind...impossible to read however and she didn't seem to be willing to share her meditations with anyone.  

While polishing his blade, Darian sees someone enter the tavern. A tall Paladin. Not a new sight for these areas. "Those damn Paladins from Baldur's Gate are everywhere "protecting the citizen". " Darian tells himself. He watches the Paladin's every move, seing somewhat of curiosity in his eyes. But with absolutely NO intention of entering discussion with him, Darian leaves, walking outside of the tavern and into the nearby High Hedge. That place is told to be haunted by skeletons, but Darian doesn't care.
In the forest Darian suddenly hears a familiar sound. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure he heard it at least once in the past. He stealthily runs towards the location of the sound. To his amazement, he sees a young warrior being impaled by a humongous undead. Darian almost fell at the sight of the monster, but quickly regot his balance. He never saw undead. Causiostly he draw his sword, going near the undead. He knew it was going to be hard, but he wasn't sure how hard. He was also preparing a small haste spell, just in case. But the undead noticed him, and started screaming. This time Darian realy fell to the earth, losing his spell. He remembered where did he know this sound from... his uncle's assasins!

Name: (old name : Aratoamin) new temporar name :Nemesis
Race : elf (cursed, seen as undead by others)
Class: sorcerer
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Weapon: all forms of magic, specialised in destruction and manipulating of elements and magic fiber of the universe
Age: 335 years old

Background:

     Born and raised in the elven city of Sundrail, i was a promicing young sorcerer. My powers grew exponentialy and at the age of 63 (an age that other elves just gain  their second level in the Mages Guild) i became head of the city's Mage Guild and gained a place in The Council. But my fast ascension ment that i made enemys even from ones i thought friends. My assistant and friend was also a mage of some power but because of my succes he his achivements were always left in the shadow of my success.
     As a one of the elites of the elven race i had access on all the pleasures that the city had to offer. And i'm not a shame to admit it that i was quite a ladies man. My charisma and will allowed me to conquer the hearts of many elvish and human females but during this conquests my own heart left untouched. It was all about fun, pleasure but "love" was a mistery to me. Until in our great city i saw a beauty beyound comparisson. A planetar from another world, a beauty with silver hair and wiolet eyes, her skin as soft as silk, her voice as sweet as the elven summer wine. for the first time in my life i felt the power of love. And Usahtie was her name. As it was "normal" to happen, she liked me to. The beautifulest period of my life had begun. We traveled the lands enjoing the beauty that it offered us and the pleasures of love. And as i was young and foolish and quick to make decisions, after just 5 months i asked her to marry me. And she accepted... this was the happyest day of my life.
     And the wedding day had arrived. We decided to do a small wedding, just the 2 of us and my apprentice as witness and cremony master. And all went well until it came the time to drink the ceremonial glass. Because the sip was supose to unite our souls, nothing had to stand between us. Not even my usual candtrips and protection spells. But as soon as my lips touched the glass i felt darkness and pain entering my body, my soul. As i felt on the ground i saw my bride to be with a strange look in her eyes pulling out from under her clothes a small dagger and aproaching towards me. As i was lying helpless on the floor and she was about to strike i heard my assistant speaking : "That will not be necesary. I have a better plan.". Then he took out from unther his clothes The Star of Sundrail, the most prised possesion of our treasury and he gave it to her. "This is your payment as we agreed. Now you shall put this curse on him. It connects your soul to his for eternity binding him to the other dimensions. As long as you are more then 10 feet apart he will be changed into an undead. And as u seem to be quite a traveler of the planes because of your useful trade he probably will be transformed for eternity. I would put it my self but i'm easy to get too." Then Usahtie asked with a naturalness that sent shivers down my spine : "Why don't  we simply kill him?". The reply of my apprentice came swiftly :"I don't want him dead, i want him to live and watch his gory fade. He is proud and will suffer more. He will be blamed for the dissapearance of The Star. I shall say he tried to gain the powers of the undead and he failed. He will be cast away and hated. This is a fate worse then death."
She silently aproved and with a cruel look she started to mutter the curse from the scrool my apprentice gave to her. I felt the transformation entering my flesh, my soul! And then she opened a portal to another dimension and passed through it as i fainted from the pain.
     I woke up naked during the night in the forest surrounding the city. As i headed towards the gate i wished it was all a bad dream, a joke... But as i aproached the gate the alarm sounded and i heard the guards shouting "Undead! get him!" and a flamed arrow entering my arm. Quenching the pain as i ran, i didn't know what to do. I eluded the guards as i entered the forbidden grave of Mehul and as i sat on the grave of my father i started shouting. I was surrounded imediatly by ghosts but none attacked me. They saw me as one of their own. A damned soul without a place in this treacherous world. After i managed to pull myself together my pain was replaced by hate. Betrayed by the one i thought my friend, by the one that i loved... Hatred filled my soul. Revenge is my only goal. I must have revenge!
     I entered the city through a secret entrance that led me pass the guards and into my lab. I found my apprentice sleeping. He woke suddenly only to find himself in the middle of the graveyard tied across a grave and gaged. As his eyes pleaded for mercy my heart forgot such a word existed. I tortured him for three months, keeping him alive with my magic while i experimented with desintegrating diffrent parts of his body and regrowing them to destroy them again. Lightning, fire, ice, acid and pure magic were my only assistants. After three months he went crazy from all he endured and seeing that my tortures don't affect him as i wanted any more i put him out of his misery.
    As i left the graveyard my only goal remained to find Usahtie and see if she can endure more then three months. My thirst for blood was not satisfied. I walked the world of elves, man and dwarf disguised as a plagued bearer so people would not try and see under my robes to find my true nature. I took part of any conflict i found allways taking part with the weakest, be them good or evil, chaotic or lawfull, only to have the posibility to kill more and to try and quench my thirst for revenge against the strongest.I took a new name, Nemesis.And for 250 years i searched for her... and i still am.

(haideti oameni... incepeti povestea...)

(off role)Ok, hai sa dau eu un primum movens...cam in pana de inspiratie in ultima vreme... :(

@vladase
As she walks on the dark streets of the city, strange thoughts go through Mens' mind. "Is this life worth living? I mean I did everything I dreamed at, I managed to study, to extend my power of reasoning, to turn it into magic even. I stoped the war and now the Guild is a place for all the knowledge seekers. What more could I desire? Study? Knowledge? More power? I'm quite sure they will all come, as I can't see myself doing something different. The Guild is my home, the Guild members and all those I instruct in the ways of magic are the only people I like to talk to. But there's something missing. Maybe I want more adventure, more life threatening events, more glory out of the gray sphere of the mind? Or is there something else? But what the hell I am thinking about? I must go to the Guild and finish my study on the elements." Preocupied she doesn't see how she runs into a poorly dressed man in front of her. "Careful where are you steping, you..." She stops for a moment:(for herself) "I think I should keep this arrogance for later. Maybe this man needs help, I needn't act so...reckless."(loud) "Just get out of my way, will you?Or...is there a problem?"

Millions of questions bombarded Darian's thoughts after identifying the sound. "My uncle was killed by undead?!?", "Is this one of his assasins???", "Can I kill something my uncle, a great mage, wasn't able to?"... But that didn't take long, because the skeleton came closer, and closer. Freeing himself from all those questions that needed answering, he jumped and took his sword. He reflexevely jumped backwards to evade the skeleton's deadly blow. Without thinking, Darian ran towards the skeleton and started hitting it. One of his blows petrified the skeleton. It was said that his sword had the power to petrify anything, but that it did that very rarely and only when the sword thought fit. Darian stood a lot watching the petrified undead, examining it and hiting it from time to time to check possible vulnerable spots, when suddenly...

When Zendurion sat down at the table ordering a pint of an ale and some food, he saw a young warrior... Or was it warrior or a dirty thief or a bungler mage? Zendurion could not say it... He looked like an adventurer who's still searching for something, perhaps for himself. When the paladin looked in his eyes he saw hatred and sorrow, he saw a dark past and some horrible events. The young male left the tavern, but our hero felt that the danger was on the footsteps of the young warrior and he knew that it will found him soon. He was determined to go after him and save his butt if the things turn out badly. Anyway the ale was soft and had the taste of the waters gathered in the orc swamps, the meat was overcooked and the lembas was dry as the sand of the desert. For a few coins he could not expect a better treatment... He wished to sleep in a bed, but he knew he couldn't afford it. Anyway there was some space left in the stables next to Shadowrunner.  When the maiden come back to collect the few rusty copper coins for that "royal" dinner, he caught her searching look... Suddenly he felt a strange old feeling... Chilly and warm in the same time... Zendurion concentrated for a second and scanned the room with his true sight... Someone or something was sneaking from his attention, and he had no chance to find it.  Such a thing did not happen since... There was only one who could do that... But no, it can't be, it can't be... Thinking about the past which may invade his present, he become unaware that the grip of his two handed sword coated in a thick cloth, leaned against the wall in the dark corner to hide it from the way too curios sights, was unveiled... From the first sight on the small part that became visible the maiden understood that it was magical, special and really, really powerful... There was a huge green stone at the top of the grip... And the grip itself shined even if there was no source of light... The maiden looked amazed for a second, till Zendurion coated back his weapon and sent her to her business with a rather cold look. He didn't want to attract attention and now he felt he made a wrong step which may cost him a lot. Now he felt that something is going happen and he awaited ready for anything.

...a whole pack of kobolds started attacking him. He could have killed all of them, if he had an Armor spell or a haste spell, or even the element of surprise, but now, he could have gotten wounded. So he picked the best option: to run back to Beregost. Being a bit faster then the kobolds, he outrun them and quickly entered the tavern. The Paladin was still there. But he noticed someone new. A female blackguard. An odd sight for this area. Darian picked to ignore her for the moment and retreated to his usual seat. He ordered the maid to bring him some tea. "What the hell's with her?" he asked himself seeing that the maid was almost petrified with fear. But he didn't realy care. After drinking his tea, he started thinking on the undead. "Strange creatures...".

Karyonna had caught Darian's curious look with the corner of her eye. She threw the somewhat dirty man a despising look, almost reading on him the desperate run, then summoned the maid. She made her sit again next to her, this time only by a sign, and, taking one of her hands in her own, she gazed for a few moments in her fearful but hypnotised eyes. The moments seemed long to her, while scanning the memory of the maid, but in fat it were just a few seconds.
Suddenly, she broke the contact with the maid whe seeing something... something which shocked her. It couldn't be, that after so many unsuccesful hunts, he'd be there, so close to her. The maid hadn't been able to memorise the person's face, but she had the memory of a strange magical sword, and Karyonna would recognise that emerald-like stone anytime. The odds for her failure were very small, that person wouldn't separate from the powerful sword, maybe only upon his death. But if he had been dead, she would have immediately known it... she would have lost forever something inside...
With a small grin on her face, she thought that the worst thing which might happen would be to have the wrong person, so she clapped her hands once and the maid got back to normal once again. Karyonna told her to go work, because their pleasant conversation had kept her long enough, and the maid aprooved, a little disoriented.
Then, the blackguard finished the tea, got up, and after carefully covering her face with the cloack's hood, she slowly walked to a certain table, with the same military-like, audible step. Without looking at the face of the person sitting at it, she drew a chair from a neighbouring table and sat down, without a word, but a drunk man, upset she had taken a chair, came after her, screaming he wanted that particular chair. Karyonna revealed her face, and threw an icy look to the drunkard, which suddenly fell silent, blinked stupidly at her, took a gulp from the bottle he was planning to hit her with, and went into another direction, apparently very confused. She was aware that her table companion had seen her by now, so she folded her arms, leaning in her chair with a very relaxed attitude, crossed her legs and shook her hair out of her face. Her new companion's face was hidden by shadows, which she supposed would be caused by some magical defenses. Not willingly, of course, just due to her not-very-friendly-alignment when faced with his holy aura. She smiled from the corner of her mouth, and waited for the man to observ her. She wouldn't have doubted he was studying her traits, as she could almost feel her skin burning, even underneath the cloak and armour. Patiently, she waited for the man to speak, trying to imagine what she would see when the shadows would disappear. However, as soon as the maid came that way, as drawn, she asked for a quill, ink and paper. When the maid brought them, she wrote something on the paper and pushed it towards the man. It could read "you don't have to stay in the stables. I have a room here, which I always abandon for the woods and the beauty of the night. but you already knew that. perhaps you wish to talk in a more private atmosphere, perhaps not, but know that I shall not budge until you do."
Now all she could do was to await the answer, but in the meanwhile she took great pleasure in playing with the maid's mind, when the girl came to take the writing instruments. Maybe until then she hadn't had a room in that inn, but now she surely would, thanks to the girl's twisted memory.

Zendurion awaited the return of the young warrior. He knew that his trip would not end zgood and will be a short one… Sometimes the young tend to be overconfident. But Zendurion always loved that fire, that passion, the blind courage…
But he didn’t expect to see her again, to find her right here. After so many years their destinies crossed again. The only person that meant the world to him was sitting right at a few steps in front of him smiling. The beautiful Karyonna… Many of the elder’s tales speak of her amazing beauty, but not so many of the young adventurers managed to tell the story of their encounter with her. They haven’t lived long enough to tell anyone.  Karyonna… surely one of the most beautiful women and certainly one of the deadliest. He was right, his memories haven’t betrayed him. He studied her face in silence and let the memories invade his tired mind: memories of a desperate and angry battle, memories of betrayal, memories of an unexpected help, memories of nights lightened by the stars, the camp fire and the glow in their eyes… They were both pleasant and painful memories. He remembered laying helpless in her arms, the sweet taste of her lips, the tenderness of her touches… Memories, bittersweet memories… long forgotten but never lost memories.  All their common history has unwounded in front of his eyes. Every moment of the few weeks which he spent in her arms, all the pleasant moments and the peace he found in her arms. The peace and harmony which a paladin found in the arms of a blackguard… All the moments in which he stopped existing as a paladin and she as a blackguard… All the moments when there were only a man and a woman. A woman who would have done anything for him… The best days of his life…
And still then he couldn’t enjoy it. Older wounds were draining his life power and his sanity. He felt like breaking in two… On one hand there was the love for that woman, which he knew that was true. On the other were his honor and an old sinful promise. From paradise he ended up in hell remembering all the unpleasant happenings… The moment when he felt that he has to leave her to fulfill his destiny and his oath. All the tears in her eyes, the wounds he caused by simple words, leaving the greatest of his life just to keep his honor. He remembered the moment when their paths separated and the moment of his departure. His only true regret in his life… Till then he had been searching for her in secret.
And now she found him… She found him again. She looked even more beautiful. Her dark eyes, her wonderful long dark curled hair, her blood red lips, his pale skin, the delicate but still firm traits of her face, that fire that was dancing in her eyes… She haven’t changed. And like a good wine with the passing of the years she become more exquisite. He did not look in the eyes of a child, but grow up woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. Using the safety of the hood of his cape, he studied her. Karyonna was now stronger and looked more agile. But still she kept her grace. She was an amazing presence.
He knew that the destiny already begun it’s game with him. The accounts had to be settled.
What was a matter of weeks, and regret of a Half Life, he had thought over in a moment. He raised his hands and lowered his hood. He was smiling at her and in his eyes was burning a fire for which he would have been excommunicated by any cleric. And because the look in her eyes he would have been envied by any on duty Don Juan.   There was passion, there was desire, there was… in his eyes. He slowly grabbed the piece of paper she wrote and put it on the light of the candle and watched it burning. She leaned forward and whispered something to her ears in the language of the long eared people. Then he stood up, arranged his cloak to hide his entire armor, he grabbed his mysterious long package and awaited helped her to get up from the chair. Till she was asking the maid about her room, he stepped to Darian and shook his hand whispering a Lay on hands prayer. Those who caught the moment, observed that he whispered something more in the young warrior’s ear. He hurried up the stairs after her. The maid still managed to see how he shut after himself the door of the blackguard’s room, after drawing a protective spell in the air in front of it.

Just as she had hoped and almost expected to happen, the man revealed his traits and accepted to go in her newly aquired room. She had felt it in his look, read it in the thoughts which almost deliberately flew to her, requiring no effort from her to be obtained. She could see everything which passed through his mind and revived the memory of the time spent together, which remembered her of a long lost happiness. With a slight smirk on her face, she got up as soon as the paper disappeared in the flames and went towards the stairacse leading to the upper level, to find the room indicated by the maid. Her lips formed a wide grin when seeing what the man had ran to do, and she couldn't prevent herself from laughing at those paladin instincts. She, for one, wouldn't have cared much for the sweaty adventurer, but him... it was so much like him to do that... she was a little surprised by the feeling of tenderness towards the man's habits. Perhaps because she hadn't felt them for so long, she had forgotten what it was like. When he finally finished, she went up in the room with him, and took care to lock the door and seal with a spell the whole room. She hated people who tried to listen to private conversations, which wasn't uncommon in inns and taverns. Then, she turned to the man, while putting her cloak away and allowing him to consider her shape in the glowing light of the candle. Her lips though didn't form a single word. It had been him to part from her, it was him who had to speak now. She wondered if she'd prefer him to beg for her forgiveness on his knees, or if she'd rather hear only a few words meaning it, maybe in a whisper, maybe near to her face. She decided upon the second, thinking that either she was growing weak, either she still had feelings for him. Again the second was aprooved by her heart, which made her feel her knees grow weak. Her heart had never told her anything since they had parted, but now it was shouting from her chest that there was no other reason for her to go search him throughout the lands than...
Karyonna sat down on a chair, betraying nothing which was passing within her. Excepting the eyes. Their fiery glow was burning stronger than the candle and burnt the man's face, perhaps letting him know what was on her mind.

@RedDevil:
     After all the searching finaly a little hope had appeared. After the last of many battles, while celebrating the victory one of the demons that fought at my side started a talk about diffrent types of planetars, angels and alike. Not small was my surprise when one of the other demons, instead of sharing his companion's hatred fore those "goody-good doers" said that they weren't all bad. He spoke of a beautiful female planetar wich hated her former way of life and became a rogue, an assasin for hire. After a few more drinks i took the demon for a little talk. I found out that she was from a plane far away, the plane of Ald-Harun. Even if she was banished from that plane by her kin for her treacherous ways, she was still visiting it from time to time.
   I realised this was the brake i was waiting for. I need to get to Ald-Harun to start my search. But how? Then i remembered. In the whole land the only two libraries that could have the answer were the  High Library of Sundrail and the Mage's Guild Library of the human city of Hathor. And everyone knows it's easyer to penetrate a human city then a elven one. So to Hathor i went.
   While walking the streets of Hathor suddenly i feel pushed aside and i hear a hars voice telling me to move. Who could... as i turn i see a beautiful young woman wearing the signs of the Guild. She must be a high ranking one as i see from her proud face and wealthy clothes. If i kill her and take her place in the Guild i should have access to all the scrools i want. As i take a step towards my left and start the hand-movement for a silent Finger of Death under my raggy robes i hear her asking if there is a problem. Hmmm, maybe she doesn't have to die. Stealth is always better then brute force. I stop the casting of the spell and answer.
   "Maybe you can, my lady. I need to travel to the distant plane of Ald-Harun to hunt a... demon. It had put a terrible curs on me and i need to slay it so my curse can end. And i heard that your Guild has the scrool who can take me there. So... what must i do to get a chance of using them?" I raise my eyes and see a surpised look on her face. I can see that she sah never heared such a bold request. And she would never had expected one from a man of my social stature.

(off-topic: sorry pt intarziere dar mi-a picat netul vreo 2 zile.)

While thinking about the last events, the tall paladin came near him and shaked his hand. That shake also healed him a bit. "Got to learn some healing spells to! Got to!" Darian murmured to himself. He saw the paladin follow the blackguard upstairs. "Hm.. they know each other. And from their eyes, they seem to like each other. Might be a good opportunity to steal something." he said to himself. Even though he was quite skilled in sneaking past people, he prefered to prepare an Invisibility spell. He wasn't very confident about it, since his first attempt on casting it, but that always made sure he casts it well. Sneaking behind them, Darian saw the two enter a room. "Now that makes my mission tricky.". He was also preparing a small Haste spell... just in case things heat up. He went outside, climbed the wall till the room's window, and stood there a while, to see what was happening. "Good! They haven't noticed me yet! The Blackguard seems very... changed though. It'll be a snap!" While looking to see what things can be taken, his eyes saw something that took his curiosity: the Paladin's sword. But he didn't want to steal it. It would have profaned the sword's might. After a few minutes he decided there was nothing to steal. He had enough gold to stay for a few days more there, so he returned to the forest just south of Beregost, very near the tavern, where he was going to sleep for the night. Low chances of getting backstabbed there. Just for the night, he cast an Armor spell. He was still thinking on that undead....

Name: Kran'u
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Barbarian
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Vatun, God of the Arctic and Barbarians
Weapon of Choice: Frostbringer (Double Great Axe)

Background Story:

Me big bad orc!!! Me kill u dead! Fear of me! I for hire... :hehe:

Darian just wasn't able to sleep. He was thinking on the things that happened that day. He was thinking on that undead, he was thinking that he was almost to be killed, he was thinking for the first time at how good it is to be alive. That gave him a weird feeling. "Better stop thinking about this and get some sleep. But hey! Here's something I forgot all about!" He just remembered about his uncle's scroll casket. He took it, along with an amulet and a ring. He didn't open the casket because he never had enough time, but being unable to sleep, he decided it was a good moment to check it out. He steadily opened it and found that it was full of spell scrolls. "Lucky me! Got something to do for the night!". He picked the first spell scroll there. "Hmm... looks like a conjuration spell. Let's see if I can learn it..." He stood the whole night trying to memorize the spell, until he figured out he knew it well. "Let's see what it does!" But being tired, he immediately fell asleep. He slept for 2 hours, enough to make him fresh again. Being in a joyous mood, he decided to try that spell he learnt. "Just for security I'll cast an invisibility on myself... ok... it's done. Let me see if I remember it well: Antaka maurantu alia faurok taminia... ... ... kazso!" Suddenly, the earth trembled, fire started pouring out of the ground and a winged creature appeared there. It seemed confused for being summoned here, and yet not seeing anyone... Darian was shocked to death! He summoned a gigantic Balor from the 9 hells. "I'm doomed..."...

Name: Sammy
Gender: Male
Race: Halfling
Class: Rogue/Shadowdancer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Deity: Grandpa Joe (me always loved his muffins !)
Weapon of Choice: Dragontooth (Uncle Willy's personal dagger)

Background
Oy mates, now this is me story: When me was just a little street urchin, the older halflings made fun of me because me was shorter than them. So then me just stabbed them all in the back with a little dagger me found in uncle Willy's dusty closet. And so me got expelled. After that, me joined the thieves guild. But because they saw me was just a little kid, they didn't gave me important jobs like killing rich people or stuff like that. So me made a little bit of coin washing old socks. But after 10 years me became a great rogue and a shadowdancer. So when me thought  the moment was right, me stabbed the big boss in the back with me old dagger. And so me was the only boss.

He entered the room a bit uneasy. He knew what was awaiting him… he knew he has to recall the future with all the bittersweet and ugly memories. After he placed his sword on the corner set down on chair next to the windows, with his back to the pale moonlight which was lighting the room. Earlier for a second, overwhelmed by a moment of weakness he let his thoughts echo through trough the world… they could have been understood by any curious mind. He was determined not to do that again! After she took off her cloth and lit a candle, he could see better her shape, her face, her lips, and her eyes… those glowing eyes. He could easily read in them. He saw the women’s struggle after he left… He saw how her heart was covered by darkness and hatred. But he knew that hate is not the opposite of love… the opposite is indifference> and she wasn’t indifferent that was for sure… He knew he was waiting him to apologize, or maybe to beg… But he just sat there for long seconds in silence… He was admiring her, analyzing her, reading her mind and soul, and reading his own…
Suddenly he heard a noise, outside the window. An easy almost unfelt presence was there… He glanced immediately at his sword… But he felt that presence earlier… He understood that it was the way too curious young adventurer… When he finally left, Zendurion got up and closed the curtains, leaving the moon outside, alone with the stars. The room sank into the darkness. But it was a warm and somehow comfy darkness. He grabbed his chair and sat down in front of her, leaving just a few inches distance. Slowly he bended forward, till she could feel his breath on her neck. He moved even closer his lips to her ear… He could feel some shivers running down on her back. He started whispering the words that hurt and healed in the same time. He spoke of the departure, about the causes, about his and her mistakes, about the fact that she didn’t manage to do some things to express some things she should. But he knew that he was the only one to blame. He was surprised by the fact that she was so touched by his words… After all that time… Still she might feel what he…
What seemed to be just a few seconds were actually hours when he whispered and she listened… Her body shivered, his words echoed on her mind. When he was about to recognize that she is… But some may know already that reality can’t be ignored. When it feels itself ignored strikes back with an amazing power. So when he was about to make a confession to admit… a strange noise cam from downstairs. He’s senses gone mad, all his instincts turned crazy and his aura became unusually visible. He grabbed his sword and ran downstairs just to find a creature from hell. He unveiled his great sword which was glowing with the power of a thousand suns and stepped in front of the invisible and irresponsible youngster, prepared for anything.

Running behind the Balor, Darian saw that the paladin came out... The Paladin could have been though, but he surely wasn't though enough for a Balor, so he checked his Scroll Casket. He searched for a destruction spell.. He found something that looked usefull. He immediately started to read it. It took him a while, because he didn't want to make any mistakes. Slowly, word by word, he read the whole spell. To his horror, his hand started to tremble and a green form appeared on his finger. He thought it was something like a fire arrow, so he pointed his finger towards the Balor. The green light went directly to the Balor's heart, killing it instantly... Darian was petrified with fear, but the Balor's death reassured him. He looked to the paladin. He was filled with fear too, but a strange fear, as if he wanted revenge on such creatures, although he knew what they can do. Still shaking a bit, Darian went to the paladin. "Hi! I'm Darian, an adventurer from Luskan. And you are?"

The paladin's whispers and confessions had made her shiver like never before. Everything she had hoped for had been true, although she was feeling a little guilty for certain reasons as well... The sudden sound caught her by surprise, but she relaxed as she felt the presence of a creature as demonic as her own summoned fiends were. However, it was impossible for the paladin to ignore this presence, so she wasn't surprised when he started... "shining" in a certain manner, and ran downstairs with his sword. Sighing, slightly annoyed, she got up and followed the noise and the smell. Hell always had its own smell...
She lazily considered the scene. The adventurer she had seen earlier had just killed the Balor with a spell - pauvre Seigneur Balor, she thought -  while the paladin was still wielding the sword. She heard the adventurer's brief introduction and question adressed to the paladin; then she seemed to wake from the reverie and slid inside, next to the paladin.
"Allow me, since milord seems to be analysing your - alas dead - fiend. This is Zendurion, a noble paladin, as you might have figured by now. And my name is Karyonna."
She held up her hand for him to shake, and waited for the two men to react.

Name: Nymphadora Shadow Madyrn
Gender: Female
Race: Half elf
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Lawful good
Deity: Mystra
Weapons of Choice: Star Death (a silver covered quaterstaff she made, while living in the forest), and the Bow of Serenity

My real name is Nymphadora Madyrn Shadow, but it is a name I want to forget. I need a name that doesn't remind me of my past, and a new identity. I grew up in a village, in north of Faerun. My parents were very respected in the village, for they both were its deffenders. I had another sister who was two years older than me. My family was separated after the village was attacked by a certain Bondror. My parents died and my sister was taken by his men. I managed to hide in the forest, in a place only I knew. For two years I've been searching for my sister, but I had no luck until now. I studied sorcery the time I lived in my tree house in the forest, but wanted to learn more than just from books I found in what was left of our house, after it burned down. So I left.  I left to find my long lost sister and to become a sorceress. And I took a new name: Pol Valor.        

Race: half-elf
Class: shadowdancer
Alignment: neutral evil



I am called Night Raven but my real name is Nashana Tylnen. It's been so long since I used that name that I nearly forgotten it. Maybe it's better that way, if anyone knew it they would want me dead but it's not like I'm not hunted already. I remember a time when the name Tylnen used to inspire fear and respect but now as many other great names it faded in the mists of time and became just a memory. It belongs to a noble family...a family that became to powerful. In the end we were betrayed by my fathers best friend no less. My brothers, my sisters, my entire family were killed one night. In the chaos that followed, a servant guided me outside the castle throw a secret passage. I was alive but in one day I had lost everything I had, from the spoiled daughter of the richest nobles in the land I had become less than a lowlife beggar. All my family possessions winded up in the hands of the man that destroyed it and I was forced to steal in order to survive. Then one day a man caught me when I tried to pick pocket him. Instead of calling the guards he took my to his home. No point in saying that I was surprised in this but I later found out why.  It seems I had a natural talent in stealing and in two years I managed to hone this skill so much that I was never caught except for this man. He was the leader of the local thief's guild. At first I think he just saw a means of income but over the years we became closed and he was more like a father to me. Under his guidance I was not only train in the art of stealing but also in the art of killing. At 18 I  decided to work as an independent assassin and thief but I stilled consider the guild my home and if they ever needed me I would come without a second thought.
Rumors of a rich noble in the city of Aberford have reached my ears that has come in the posesion of a very rare and valuable jewel. Of course I was tempted but I got careless and the stupid noble sent his men after me! Luckily for me the city is surrounded by a thick forest. What better place to lose them?

In time I fell in love with the forest, with its creatures, with its splendor and purity. She proved to be of great comfort to me in times of need and suffering and she never abbandoned me. As a result, it grew on me... and me on her. So I became its guardian, its protector when the hand of mortals would want to harm her. Therefore, for a long time now, I would take long strolls through the woods surrounding my cabin in search of foul acts upon "my love".
This day should have been no different from the others, as I went on may usual rout, but it soon turned out to be a turning point in my life... It's not that I haven't met people before in "my" forest, but from the moment I saw her I knew something was about to happen to my lifestyle, from that point forward. Thus I was not quite surprised when I came accross a small camp that appeared to be improvised during the night. I approached it ith great care - as I usually do in circumstances like those - inspecting it from a safe distance. I noticed only one person and from the looks of the camp it did not appear to be anyone else with her. Yes, the person was a "she", a most beautiful half-elf to be exact. She was asleep and I got near her, careful not to wake her up. "She most be a rogue" I thought to myself "judging by the looks of her clothes and by her messy hair. She must have been trying to get away from something... or someone and travelled all night" as it would be quite a difficult job to catch a rogue off-guard. I stood beside her for a while inspecting her appearence - and what a dashing sight it was! - and after a brief moment when my thoughts ran of to some distant places in my past, I carefully disarmed her. For some reason I didn't want to wake her up, although I couldn't just let her go without at least an explanation for her presence there. So I waited a few paces back from her dormant body until she woke up.

@Nashana
- "Welcome to the Leandor Forest and I am its keeper" I said to her firmly, but not shouting."Might I inquire what are you doing in my forest?" She sprung to her feet and her right hand went like a flash to her belt... but her dagger wasn't there. "Stay your hand and I shall do so with mine, especially since I am armed" my right hand layed on my sword and my left one held her dagger "and you are not". Not for a single moment was she scared, but at first her eyes glared with the flame of an instinctive predator. She cooled down almost in an instant, as she understood perfectly the position she was in. And her whole expression changed: from the deadly nightstalker* to a perfectly harmless - in appearance - kitten.
- "I will ask again but it will be for the last time: who are you and what are you doing in my forest?"

* pt cine nu stie nightstalker-ul e un fel de tigru

Ok... so the paladin was petrified with fear and wasn't able to talk. So Darian went to the blackguard. "Pleased to meet you. I think I saw you a few days ago in Cloakwood. Am I mistaken?". The blackguard responded coldly: "No, you aren't.". "You were hiding quite well, but that doesn't matter. What matters now is that there are undead in the forest of High Hedge. I killed one yesterday, but, ahm, they don't usualy go in ones. And there might be a lich around there too, because they surely DON'T go independent, at least skeletons don't. And as you see, I do know a few, hopefuly, useful spells. And I can fight and cast a spell in the same time, but that's for later. So, what do you say? And can you please tell the pa... Zendurion too? Or should I dispel him, maybe he is Held from that much fear?"

This forest is like a maze. I'll be damned if I can make heads or tails of it! As night fell I decided is best to set up camp, if I couldn't find my way out in broad day light it’s little chance I will have more success only with the help of the moon. I set up camp near a small river, it's low sough combined with the calming sounds of the forest quikly bringing me into a deep slumber. Something was wrong. I quikly sprang to my feet and before me stood a tall, fairly handsome man with an earthy appearance. Instinctively my hand went to my dagger but to my surprise it wasn't there.

@Daemian
Damn! How could I let this fool get so close as to disarm me? He has gotten me at a slight disadvantage but things will not remain so and perhaps he can still be useful. I put on my most charming smile. â€Ã,Please good sir there is no need to threaten me. Can you not see that I'm a scared woman that has lost her way in the forest? I beg of you! Would you not help guide me? â€Ã,

@Nashana
"Lost you may be, but scared... I don't believe that. We both know that you are in a situation you cannot control. So please, stop insulting my intelligence, and tell me who are you really and what are you doing here."

@Daemian
Ok fine, maybe I'm not scared but what I told you is true. I was on my way to the city of Taman and got lost. Now if you would be so kind too guide me out of this damn forest. That is a rangers job nu? To guide lost travelers. Or at least give me back my weapon so I won't become pray to all the creatures here. Don't worry, the only thing I want is to get out off here. So will you help me or not!?

@Nashana
"A ranger's job is to protect the forest. And on ocasions those in need of my help. You do seem lost so I will guide you through, but I will not give you back your weapon... not yet anyway. I still don't know your motives miss and for that I have no reason to trust you. Now, if you will follow me I will lead you to my cabin where you will have a decent meal and a place to rest. And then perhaps you will tell me more."

I then began walking in front of her towards my cabin. I coul feel her piercing eyes behind my back watching my every move, studying me, trying to get inside my head. I smiled briefly and then proceeded onwards through the thickness of the forest...

@vladase
She is somehow impressed by this bold request. However, she must act as noble as a Guild's leader. A service in exchange for a teleport scroll. She knows she can't ask too much from the stranger, as he doesn't seem capable of who-knows-what deeds, but maybe he can be useful after all. She takes a serious, somehow superior glance at the stranger and says on a somehow official tone: "The Guild is eager to help you when it comes to this kind of problems. As the Archmage, I would be able to provide you with one of these scrolls, but I need proof that I can trust you. " She doesn't seem too convinced of her words, as she realises she reacted somehow exagerated...What trust could she hope for? "I presume that you are willing to, let's say, help the Guild in a way. I suspect an apprentice of treachery. For some time, things have been disappearing from the guild, not very important things, but I think this apprentice has something to do with the Thieves Guild. If someone from the guild would follow him he would keep out from his actions. You however, wouldn't cause him any concern. You follow him, and tell me what you found out, and you have the scroll. Is this a fair offer? "

Offrole: Eu acu' am vazut reply-ul :idiot:

@Daemian

The entire trip was silent, neither of us talked. I followed closely behind him, observing him and trying to find any weaknesses. â€Ã...“Great. As things weren't bad enough, now nature boy has to drag me to his houseâ€Ã,. The ranger walked with incredible ease as though he was one with the forest. â€Ã...“ He must have lived here for a long time. It must be very lonely living here with only the trees to keep you company I really can't help but wonder what drove him to this life style. He looks young with a full life ahead of him, whatever...â€Ã, â€Ã...“Auch!!â€Ã, Not realizing that he stoped, I bumped right into him, the force of the impact knocking me down. Annoyed, I quickly rose up and followed him inside the cabin, not failing to notice the smug smile he had on. The interior was small but it was clean and it had a homey atmosphere to it.  

â€Ã...“Hmmm... I still have a vial of sleeping potion, he said something about food now if he will eat with me maybe I can distract him and slip it into his food. That will be only if I run out of options, there is no way that I can reveal my identity, he would surely kill me if he found out, or worse turn me in for a ransomâ€Ã,. I turned to him and gave him a defiant look. â€Ã...“What now?â€Ã,

offtopic: KSR, Jehrico? :(  

@RedDevil:
What a task... i thought that for such a scroll she would make me hunt all the demons in this land... but beggars can't be choosers.
"It shall be done, my lady. I shall find you when the task is... finished." Then i casted an invisibility spell and walked away slowly, without a sound.

As the night comes i am outside the Mages' guild, hidden behind a big Tamarin tree.  About midnight a silhouette exits the Mages' guild. From the stealthy apperance and the soft walk it seems that it wants to pass unnoticed.This must be the troublesome apprentice. As i lay down behind the tree I hear him casting a "true sight" spell. It's a good thing that all these years as a cursed one made me stealthy enough not to need to rely on my "invisibility" spell. As nothing strange attracts his eye, the apprentice walks swiftly towards the first dark street. I follow him with a soft step keeping myself in the shadows. After a few corners he reaches the Thief's guild with me right behind him. His "true sight" spell wears off as he enters the guild building and if I want to follow I must do it quick. I cast my "invisibility" spell and enter the building. The corridors are dark and small. As i avoid an acid trap and an electric wire I reach a well lit room. Here is the apprentice and a small man sitting in a chair.

The apprentice :" Here you are. The last shipment. These "detect magic" and "true sight" scrolls should help you enter the governor's mansion and avoid the magical traps and the invisible golem put there by the guild and you can loot in peace. Now for my payment..."

The thief:"Thank you, my dear. But you see, since I don't need you anymore..."and as he was talking his hand touched a small statue on his desk and five poisoned arrows sprang from the portrait behind him. Two of them hit the apprentice killing him instantly but as i was ducking not to be hit by one of them I touched a vase and it came crumbling down. The surprised thief reached one of his hands towards a dagger and the other towards a "true sight" scrool but my trusty "finger of death" passed him into the afterlife before he could use any of them. I sat for a few moments to listen. The alarm wasn't triggered. Then I took the scrolls and cast a "bull's strength" spell that allowed me to raise both bodies on my shoulders. As I left the guild the streets were free of any walkers and I reached the Mages' guild at about three o'clock in the morning. At the gate of the Mages' guild a guard was waiting.
"I have some business with the Archmage. Get her!" I said in a very persuading voice. "But sir, she must be sleeping..." the guard answered.
"Well, then you will wake her up if you don't want to end like them!"
After a few minutes he returned with the Archmage at his side. She seemed furious but before she could say a word I started to tell her what happend. After I finished my story I said :"Sorry I had to wake you, but you needed to know the story before the Thief's guild finds out that it has lost its leader. Now you shall decide what to do with this conflict. It will probably get messy, but this is not my problem. Now for my payment..."

Offrole: ata ete... oricum la mine a fost sesiune si nici eu nn-am intrat prea des

Nu exista in engleza expresia "calul de dar nu se cauta de dinti" tradusa mot-a-mot (adica "we must not look a gift horse in the mouth"), ci expresia e "beggars can't be choosers"  ;)
Vezi ca tot scrii "scrools", iar cuvantul pe care il cauti tu e "scrolls" ;)  

@ night_hawk

off-topic - sorry, but these two (namely milord the paladin and dame la chevaliere noire) have really been spending some time together, IRL as a friend likes saying, if you get my point. but we're back now  :)

on-topic

She considered the paladin with a "scanning" look.
"Nope, he doesn't need any dispelling. He's just a bit stunned I believe, Balors can have a very disrupting effect sometimes. You're lucky not to have been touched, but... I believe you were his creator, weren't you?" She seemed quite interested by the hellish beast."Not that I would consider summoning one, this place isn't so... appropriate to test such craftings, especially with Balors."
Despite that, her eyes were betraying the not-at-all-faint temptation of trying such a thing.
"Now, about those undead... What you say is very interesting, and I am able to see you have a great desire of eliminating the mentioned critters. It would be very interesting to join your quest, as... personal as it may be for you." she almost hissed. Then, trying not to make Darian unconfortable because of what she had sensed, she turned towards both men and added "I'd suggest something, to both of you. Since I haven't been to a good hunt for ages, I'd like to join our new aquaintance Darian. But Zendurion and I haven't quite finished our talk, and you, Darian, you would use some rest tonight. Trust me." she said eyeing his appearance. "So we should all meet up in the morning and discuss about it more. Besides, I also have a spell or two I might use to find some information about the object of our hunt. What do you say? Both of you, I mean."

@vladase
"Not your problem, what do you mean not your problem?"Her voice seems even more aggresive: "You've just started a war and you're telling me that's not your problem? And what for? A damn spell scroll!" She sighs. "What am I going to do now? Why on Earth did I ask you to do this?" She thinks of a solution, but she is too furious to think clear. "Here take the scroll, what can I say, you've really earned it." But while being sarcastic, her face enlightens. It was still dark..."You'd help the guild in a way, wouldn't you? You'll be rewarded, you have my word... The temple...the temple always wanted to see the Thief's Guild leader dead. What if we bring proof that they killed him? They wouldn't dare to start a war against the temple. We only need..."She turns to the guard and whispers something. In a minute the guard comes with a book that wears the emblem of the temple. She casts a fire spell and deteriorates the book, letting the emblem untouched. "This was the killer's book, it was damaged in battle and droped while he ran...Now we only need to place it at the crime scene...But why am I telling you all this? Are you going to do this or not?"She waits for his answer while thinking: "He'd better accept my offer. Otherwise I'd have to go there myself. And there's no point getting my hands dirty. Hell, I know almost nothing about this kind of things."

@Nashana
"A promise is a promise, thus we will first dine and after that we will talk"
I went and prepared dinner: a fried rabbit; during that time I felt her curious eyes watching me with deepest attention. We finally sat down and started eating. None of us said a word during our meal and though the silence was excruciating, we both seemed to accept it.

"I hope that you enjoyed your meal, miss... I don't even know your name. Care to tell it to me?"

"A good night's sleep is always welcome. I will retreat to my room right now." Darian said. "I shall try to get some rest, because I haven't really slept well the last few days.". Thus saying, he retreated to his room he rented for the night and went to sleep. But that day did not end yet... He didn't even get to fall asleep, when he heard some strange sounds. He immediately woke up and tried to grab his sword, but to his amazement, it was gone. He looked around and didn't see anything. He looked again, but yet again nothing. After a third check of the room, he noticed something ethereal moving towards him. It was some kind of invisible golem, that made no sound at all, and most of all, wielding HIS sword!! He tried to scream for help, but he couldn't open his mouth. He tried to run, but suddenly, he felt like stoned. He tried punching the thing, but his hit passed right through! Then, the golem prepared to attack Darian, but in a flash, all was gone! It was all a nightmare... "I'll NEVER EVER sleep in Beregost again!!!" So he woke up and trained a bit in his lesser spells, waiting for dawn to come.

@RedDevil
Well, i have my scroll. Now let's see what we can get out of this offer. I don't need money, supplies i can scavange or steal. But i would need an ally on the other plane. I know... what a foolish girl, this Archmage, giving her word without knowing the price. She must be very inteligent to reach such a high position so young, but she lacks in wisdom. This will be a bitter leson for her.

"It shall be done, my lady. And in return i ask just for a small favor from the guild. My travels on the other plane shall be dangerous. I shall need an ally. Someone who can fight  and also talk his way out of trouble. So for the peace i shall bring your guild shall provide me with such an ally. When i return i expect for your most promicing mage to be waiting for me to lead into the most dangerous adventure of his life. I just hope it wouldn't be his last... "

And without giving her any time to reconsider i disapear into the shadows. This task is easyer. Without any pesky "true sight" spells blocking my way i enter the Thief's guild in my invisible form. I enter the guild master's room just in time to plant the book. As i leave the guild the alarm rings. They found the remains. But my job is complete. I head for the Mage guild and i reach it at sunrise. It was a busy night, but the cursed need no rest. I shall get my new servant from the guild and leave this pesky town. I just hope they don't give me someone too hard to submit to my will.
At the gate the guard speaks respectfully before i need to ask anything :"The Archmage is waiting for you, Sir!" and he leads me in.

@vladase
Before Nemesis arrival, Mens is thinking:"The Guild is now out of trouble. If the thieves decide to go on war with the temple they are free to do it. However, this would cause their destruction. And anyway, the Mage's Guild wouldn't have anything to do with this. It seems fair enough...enough to correct my mistake. Some leader...Sometimes I think that I would have better focused on study only...it doesn't look like the missions I asign help the Guild in a way. But there must be a catch on this... in a way, I must show that I've learned something from this... " She pauses for a moment and leaves her forehead on her hand. "Where is this stranger going...And who should I send? What if this is somekind of trap? The most worthy mage...the most promising is Aquum, my disciple. But I would never forgive myself if this were a trap...No, I must go out there myself." She stands up and calls the guard. In a few moments she speaks to an old mage: "You are the wisest mage from the Guild, and I have all my trust in you. I must do a reasearch on another plane. I think you are the right man to take care of the Guild while I'm away. And also continue Aquum's training on my behalf. If something were to happen, he would succeed me as the Archmage." The old mage agrees silently, somehow surprised of Mens' solemn voice.
A few moments later Nemesis is there waiting for her decision. Determined, she tells him: "As you spoke the last time, I understood that your mission is a difficult one. I can't risc losing one of the guild members, moreover, the most promising of them. But I hope this would better worth my time." She looks straight into his eyes, waiting for him to understand her bold decision.

Zendurion wasn't petrified, as the others thought. He whispered in his mind some protective spells and didn't want the others to realize. Lately trust was a treasure to him and he didn't shared it easilly. Although he needed all his concetrantion to create the protective wards and keep them hidden from both Darian and from Karyonna, he herad every word. And they formed stranhe thoughts... He knew that even if the spell Darian used was really powerful it could not cause that mess. Nope there was something else around which amplified the effects of the scroll... Something more powerful than the blackguards negative aura and even more powerful than the youngsters curiosity. And that smell that he vaguely felt in the air all around the land... Something evil was there. He could feel it. And it was close. In addition there was the presence of undeads and skeletons... These were signs of dark magic. But why here? What's gonna happen? Could it be...
Rest... He haven't rested in days and he felt a dire need for a place to lay his head. But his mind was uneasy... the thoughts were overwhelming and formed an uncomfortable mixture. Also, when he returned to Karyonna's room his body become uneasy. The beauty of the woman was tormenting him. He was fighting his desire to kiss her, to touch her body to feel her passion again. He locked the room after they entered and stared right in Karryona's eyes. Her beauty was almost iressistible... He had to fight his desires but was just a step away from loosing this battle. He left his sword in the darkest corners, shut the lights of the candles and made a step towards her.      

Karyonna went into her room, followed again by Zendurion. She leaned on the edge of the frail table, and observed from the corner of her eye what the paladin was doing. As he came closer to her, she revealed the last source of light in the room, the candle in her hand. When he was just a few inches away, she bent a little and softly whispered into his ear
"Now wouldn't you just love me to blow this last candle out..."
She smiled to him, slipping from his view as she made a few steps to his side. She looked at the flickering flame, and he could have sworn to have heard her saying "don't worry, beauty, i'll light you up again soon", but without putting it away. She waited for him to turn around, defied his look and continued smiling, in complete silence. It was obvious she was waiting for something, and that waiting for him to realise what it was amused her a little. Still, nothing would be betrayed by her expression, nor by her gaze.
She had hunted him for so long, no she considered it was the time for him to prove that something she had seen in his eyes.

After a long wait, morning finnaly arrived. He wanted to leave that place as fast as he can, so he quickly dressed up. He went outside to wait for the other two. While he was waiting, a sound took his attention. It was something coming from the bushes. Something big. He thought it was a dog or something like that, but then he heard a hammer fall in that area. He almost willingless cast an Invisibility spell to render himself unseen, but his spell was instantly countered. Fear started taking over Darian, as he saw spell after spell being neutralized. He even cast a Flame Arrow on himself, but with no effect. He never experienced such a thing. "What in the nine hells can it be?!?". With a last glitter of courage, he cast a Finger of Death towards the bushes. His hand immediately sprang towards the bushes and the green finger emerged from it. But to Darian's terror, it was coming back to him!!!

(mai continuam vreodata chestia asta?)

Eu n-am vrut deloc sa ne oprim, dar se pare ca lumea nu prea mai are chef *sigh*... si trebuie macar vreo 6-8 persoane ca sa iasa ceva interesant.

Ar fi o idee sa o luam de unde a ramas, nu? Sau sa reincepem? :|

Si mie mi-ar placea sa continuam/reincepem, etc. Ramane de vazut cata activitate o sa fie pe thread-ul asta...sau pe forum in general...

daca se reancepe ma bag si eu  :cool:  

continuam, reincepem... tot aia... sa se faca, asta conteaza :D

De continuat nu prea cred ca mai merge din vreo 2 motive:
- nu mai sunt toti cei care luau parte la povesti si e cam nasol sa preia altcineva rolul lor
- a trecut cam mult timp si nu prea se mai tine minte cum se dorea a fi evoluate povestirile

Asa ca, daca vreti, eu propun sa o luam de la 0. Pt asta tre sa vedem cati se baga, dar sa fie activi si sa vedem daca vrem sa facem mai multe fire de poveste sau cu totii unul singur (fiecare cu personajul lui)

De se reincepe, eu ma bag :D
Numai sa vrea lumea... sa nu ramanem iara ca data trecuta  

eu vreau! si stau activ (dupa cum eram si inainte...)

Si eu vreau. Si acum ca am net o sa fiu activa pe forum.

Pai, sa vedem cine se mai baga pt asta :D
Si sa incepem ;)):D

great... left in peace again  :mda:  

Pai daca toata lumea spune ca se baga si doar ii asteapta pe ceilalti sa inceapa... In postul meu anterior am spus niste chestii: asa ca spuneti fratilor daca facem de pe acuma "echipele" sau incepe fiecare cu o descriere si intram cu totii intr-un singur fir de poveste.

eu zic acelasi fir de poveste

acelasi char ca la prima pagina (http://roleplay.ro/forum/index.php?showtopic=357&st=0)

Pai, faceti un poll, sa vedem cine ce alege... nu?

ce atata tevatura? poll... nu poate sa spuna fiecare intr-un post ce vrea?

eu sunt de acord cu NH: tot un singur fir

Ai dreptate... si eu is de acord cu un singur fir... desi... daca is rase diferite(din universe diferite, chiar), cum o sa fie? :|

Eu sunt de acord cu continuarea, oricum. Problema nu e de rase, ci mai ales de aliniament. Nu vad cum s-ar impaca good cu evil...  

Simplu: nu trebuie sa fim toti intr-o tabara ;)

good point

Pai, atunci cand incepem? Tot filozofam aici ca incepem si facem.... Da' cand o sa fie asta? :D
Let's just get it on with, shall we? :D :p

Bine zis; si cu ocazia asta am sa fac un thread nou si sa vedem ce iese. Remember: NO OFF-TOPIC!!!