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Post by albusowner on Dec 17, 2008 10:04:15 GMT 10
Ancient Rivalry A rivalry started so long ago that no-one remembers how it started...
Two families: The Embournes, and the Harts.
The Embournes are stubborn, wealthy elves who live in a great mansion with lots of land. They are own the biggest place in town.
The Harts are pixies, and they're rich enough, but they use it for very different things than the Embrounes. They may look poor, but they use their money for scheming and weapons.
Every time a member of one of the families meets one from the other, they fight viciously. The local authorities have to always step in to break up such fights that could lead to deaths.
But then one day... the gypsies arrive.
The gypsies do not believe in land belonging to anyone, so they camp wherever they want. They become friendly with both families, until the families realise that these are the first friends that they've had that were friends with the others.
The gypsies have to decide whether it's better to leave the two families to save themselves from danger, or to stay and help them unite after hundreds of years of rivalry...
Character skeletons
My Username:
My Name:
My Age:
My Race:
My Strenghts and Weaknesses:
My Likes and Dislikes:
My Weapons:
My Apperence:
Other:
Note
In the land there are elves, pixies, humans and magicians. You may pick from any of these, except if you belong to a family where the race has already been decided. The gypsies aren't all techniquely related, so they're many different races.
We need:
Embournes
Harts
Town people
Authorities to break up fights (eg: police, something like that...)
Gypsies
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Post by albusowner on Dec 17, 2008 10:09:40 GMT 10
My Username: albusowner My Name: Valerie Embourne My Age: 19 My Race: Elf My Strenghts and Weaknesses: I am good at fighting and greatly despise the Harts, but I am vain and think too highly of myself. But even mention the name Henry and you'll get your ass kicked. My Likes and Dislikes: I love to sleep under the stars and do my hair different ways, although my parents wish I was more proper for I do not care for such things. My Weapons: Double swords, dagger My Apperence:  Other: Little bro Henry got killed by the Harts some years ago. Unlucky that Valerie liked him so much... |
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Atlas
Old Fogey
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Vox populi vox dei
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Post by Atlas on Dec 17, 2008 14:01:01 GMT 10
My Username:Atlas My Name:Oswin Scott My Age:25 My Race:Human My Strenghts and Weaknesses:I'm one of the best single bladed swordsman among the Gypsies, though that isn't really saying much. Sometimes I rush into things without thinking and get myself into trouble, but my friends are there to help me out of it.Most of the time. My Likes and Dislikes:What I wouldn't give for a proper bed with a proper mattress!If I ever get a chance to sleep in one, i'm taking it. My Weapons:Sword My Apperence:  Other:Left home in search of adventure and got lost. The Gypsies Found me and took me in. |
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 18, 2008 18:15:18 GMT 10
((I will actually join, I promise))
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Post by galdors on Dec 19, 2008 10:44:16 GMT 10
My Username: Galdors My Name: Max Phief My Age: 20 My Race: Pixie My Strenghts and Weaknesses: Hates actual weapons. Thinks they are cumbersome and just take up space - besides the fact that they aren't nearly as effective as channelling energy from the surrounding plant life. That's what he does. He uses the plant life around him to channel energy at foes. Weaknesses are definately in drought periods and he is very 'up himself' in a vain and rather sickly way. My Likes and Dislikes: Likes showing off. Dislikes people who are better than him. Rather likes mango. My Weapons: Like I said before, weapons are cumbersome. My Appearance:  Other: pretty boy through and through. Also likes to speak in third person on and off, not all the time. This sometimes gets highly annoying and frustrates others. |
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Post by koyjama on Dec 19, 2008 11:10:01 GMT 10
My Username: koyjama My Name: Sebastian My Age: looks 35, been around much longer My Race: Elf My Strenghts and Weaknesses: Head butler to the Embourne family, so anything butlerish he is fantastic at. Also is very good at fencing, and hand to hand combat. His weakness, well he doesn't really have one. How can you have a weakness when you are just a butler? I suppose his weakness is that he is a servant, born to be a servant, bred to be a servant. If his master orders something, he will always obey. Even if it is a ridiculous request. My Likes and Dislikes:A neat and tidy home, clean silverware and tea. Fighting with the Harts, messiness, incompetence and stupid masters. My Weapons: None Other: Is head butler, so he oversees the entire household and all the other servants, however the Head of the Embournes is his direct Master. 
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Post by koyjama on Dec 19, 2008 13:23:23 GMT 10
[[I'm just gonna post, sorry if we weren't meant to start yet]]
The sun would come up soon, in about two hours or so, and the Embourne main residence was dark and quiet. Grey shadows filled the halls as Sebastion rose from his sleep. A few minutes after waking he emerged from his room, dressed neatly in the black and white suit which he always wore, already forming in his mind a list of the things he had to do.
First of which, was the prepare the main brekfast. Served in the main dining hall at seven, most of the Embourne's usually attending. Food always had to be perfect, the dining room clean as clean can possibly be, and the silverware perfect.
Tea... He had to serve the Master his [or her, whoever becomes the head of the Embourne family] special tea as well...
Hmmm, what tea this morning? I think... English Brekfast...
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Post by albusowner on Dec 19, 2008 14:38:01 GMT 10
Valerie leapt lightly up the front stairs, grimacing from a back ache she'd recieved from sleeping on a rock all night. Stupid rock...
She pushed open the doors to her house and removed her coat, throwing it carelessly to the ground.
Sebastian will put it away, she thought carelessly. Speaking of which, I wonder what's for breakfast...
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 19, 2008 18:13:19 GMT 10
((Something just happened to my page! I'm scared!))
My Username: Evilayn
My Name: Thespia Wynne
My Age: 21
My Race: Elf-Human Hybrid
My Strenghts and Weaknesses: excellent aim, not so good at hand-to-hand combat
My Likes: colourful clothes, performing, looking at the stars, music
My Dislikes: procrastinators, pointless rivalry, stuck up people
My Weapons: longbow, arrows
My Apperence: comingcomingcoming
Other: GYPSY! Musician/Performer; song, fiddle(!), acting etc
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Atlas
Old Fogey
Carrying Bagpipes
Vox populi vox dei
Posts: 525
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Post by Atlas on Dec 19, 2008 18:35:51 GMT 10
Oswin slept on his neat and tidy floor untill the first rays of sun reached his tent. He roled over and pulled his pillow over his head.
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 19, 2008 18:39:33 GMT 10
Thespia came and pulled the top pole support out of Oswin's tent so that the whole thing fell on him.
"Time to get moving," she said happily in a loud voice, "We want to get the Troupe settled in a new location by Nightfall, remember."
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Atlas
Old Fogey
Carrying Bagpipes
Vox populi vox dei
Posts: 525
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Post by Atlas on Dec 19, 2008 19:49:25 GMT 10
A muffled sound emanated for the collapsed tent. "You could have knocked!" he said in sort of annoyed voice.
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Post by albusowner on Dec 20, 2008 13:02:36 GMT 10
((Lol! btw, galdors r u a gypsy or just some random dude?))
Valerie burst into the dining room. No-one else seemed to be up and about yet, so she took her place at the table and put her feet up, fiddling with her hair while she waited.
((I'd say let everyone else just act as the random non-created characters. Otherwise I have no-one to fight or have breakfast with!))
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Post by galdors on Dec 20, 2008 14:55:13 GMT 10
((gyspsy))
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 20, 2008 15:58:00 GMT 10
"On what?" Thespia retorted, "You're in a tent Oswin, get moving or we'll have to leave you behind."
She pushed the pole into the back of the storage caravan and began dragging the fabric of his tent in the same direction.
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Atlas
Old Fogey
Carrying Bagpipes
Vox populi vox dei
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Post by Atlas on Dec 20, 2008 19:35:45 GMT 10
He waited until the tent had been dragged off him before he got up and started to pack what hadn't been dragged away with his tent all the while grumbling "It's too early for this."
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Post by albusowner on Dec 21, 2008 10:23:07 GMT 10
Valerie glowered to herself, rubbing her sore back.
Stupid rock, she thought again...
She'd have to find a better place to sleep. Sleeping in her own bed never even crossed her mind.
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Post by koyjama on Dec 21, 2008 14:06:57 GMT 10
The brekfast was almost ready, and the Master had not awoken yet. He saw Miss Valerie's coat by the door, and neatly and carefully hung it on a hook without thinking how rude it was.
He assumed she must be in the main dining hall, so whilst the main brekfast was not quite ready yet he swept into the dining hall with a silver covered tray.
"My apologies for the delay Miss Valerie, we did not expect you to arrive back so early." he said with a slight bow.
"I trust you slept well." he said, with a slight smile. He always seemed rather amused by Valerie and her sleeping habits, though he didn't ever seemed to disapprove of them. He rememered the days when the Embournes used to all sleep outside, under the stars like real elves. It was only in recent years they had become fancy, building big houses and such. But no matter how they changed, Sebastion was always there. Always serving them. He was a familiar face, who had served many of the Embournes in his time.
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Post by albusowner on Dec 21, 2008 19:30:17 GMT 10
Valerie sniffed sulkily. "No, I slept on a stupid rock. Now my back hurts."
She looked hopefully at the tray. "Breakfast?"
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Atlas
Old Fogey
Carrying Bagpipes
Vox populi vox dei
Posts: 525
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Post by Atlas on Dec 21, 2008 20:26:43 GMT 10
After collecting the rest of his belongings and storing with the rest of his things in the caravan, He went off to check the others to see if they needed any help.
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Post by galdors on Dec 22, 2008 9:27:38 GMT 10
Max streched and rubbed his eyes. He rose and rolled up his mat, tucking it into his backpack.
"So, where to today?" He asked Thespia.
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 22, 2008 17:23:06 GMT 10
Thespia pushing her copper coloured hair out of her face and grinned impishly at him.
"We'll know when we find it," she said, as she easily stepped onto the front of her caravan, "But we want to be a full day gone from here when we do find it."
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Post by galdors on Dec 22, 2008 17:25:18 GMT 10
"Why? Scared someone's after us?"
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Post by Elsa... on Dec 22, 2008 17:29:59 GMT 10
Thespia laughed.
"Not me personally, but you never know."
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Post by galdors on Dec 22, 2008 17:33:29 GMT 10
Max packed the rest of his things - pretty much a saucepan, a mug, a plate and a fork - into his pack.
"Well then, lead on macduff."
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