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Post by Wakin Cho Tanka on Jan 15, 2013 23:23:13 GMT -5
This world is a mostly peaceful world. There is conflict with the Goblin tribes in the north and the outsiders of the West.
You live in the Capital City of Morgath, City of the Sea, a very busy Port. People are always coming and going, the Market by the port is well known around the lands as one of the best.
The city itself is well fortified. It has an outer wall and two sets of Inner walls. In the middle of the city is the keep, where the Governor lives. The Outer sections is where the market, port, and lower class Citizens live, The middle section is reserved for business owners and Military live. The inner section is for Nobles.
You have just arrived to the city not a fort night ago, eager to make a name for yourself. Work has been sparse but you haven't given up hope. You have been living in the Bag Over Her Head Tavern. Waiting for someone to come in searching for a hero.
[Please post an introduction of your character. You can make up everything if you wish (where you came from, Why you left, Your ultimate quest, etc]
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olympianmind
Fighter
Nephyarian[M:-13]}}Strength{3} Defense{2} Speed{0} Health{5} Magic{0}
Posts: 8
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Post by olympianmind on Jan 16, 2013 3:53:06 GMT -5
My name is Nephyarian (Nef-a-Ryan). I was born on the eastern edge of the Nalein woods, deep within a valley. A single river flowed slowly through the center and the grass grew as tall as most men there. The west and east faces of the valley was protected by snow capped peaks. Slowly rolling hills revealed dotter tree clusters across the plains. That land was called Milwhen and it was perfect for grazing animals and farming. My father was a farmer and his father before him. I did not go along well with my fathers view on the simple life. It had seemed at very young ages I would run off and get myself into messes. My mother had said I would get myself killed if I kept up with it. And so I went out even more often. I found myself getting faster and stronger and everytime I went out I would go farther and farther away from my home. When i was about 17 I ventured off far one day. After hours of walking I reached the edge of the Nalein Woods. The sun was setting and it was becoming nightfall, so I pitched a canvas tent and rest for the night on the edge of the woods. In the morning I awoke and packed up. The journey home was tiresome, but when I was nearing the last hill into my home I saw smoke. I dropped what I was carrying and darted across the field as fast as my legs would take me. But, then I was lifted off my feet. When I realized what had gone I was on horsback, behind a grey bearded human. We rode fast and far, for days it seemed. But, we finally arrived in a port town. When we arrived he explained what had happened. A band of goblins had ransacked my lands and killed all the people there. He told me that I could not go back, something that I could not accept. I sat in sorrow for many seasons in that town. When one summer he returned and asked me to travel with him. We traveled together until he died, just a season ago. Old age and sickness wore him down. I returned to that same port town and burried him. I decided it was time for me to leave my home. I set sail on the first ship out. I wanted riches, women, glory! And my home just could not do. So I am here now in Morgath, hopeing for adventure. The same dismal days past buy as I wait for something to happen. Something unusual. Maybe I will just leave the city one day and go on my own. bg
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