Story: You are a citizen in the world of Olarnith. There are adventures to be had, dragons to be slain, people to marry! Anything is possible in this world, and you've decided to make your life more interesting and exciting by becoming an adventurer!
In this game, your actions will effect the world around you. If you want, you can even create a war between races! But that would take a while. MP regenerates 20 each page, and can be restored quicker by drinking potions. You can create a clan, which is a group of people that help you with your adventures. You can get into a relationship with NPCs, so you can marry people and even have kids!
Character Sheet:
NameName here) Age18-40) GenderMale or Female) RaceSee Below) BioShort summary of your characters life) DescPhysical description of your character) -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Unarmed Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities: (Depends on race, Abilities cost all MP, and cannot be used again until MP is full) -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
Races:
Human: You know these. Bonus: Humans are a very lucky race, which gives them bonuses in things that rely on chance. Starting Ability: Bribe; Humans can bribe guards into not arresting them for crimes. You just need gold.
Wood Elf: Agile creatures, they prefer to live in forests. They have pointed ears and are slightly shorter than humans. Bonus: Wood Elves are physically attractive (or as some of you may say it, "hot", which helps them in persuasion and relationships. Starting Ability: Animal Control; Wood Elves can call upon the power of wild animals to fight for them.
Orc: This race is obsessed with war, and do not like outsiders in their territory. Bonus: Orcs are intimidating, and can sometimes scare people away. Starting Ability: Brute Force; Put all your power into a few strikes, dealing massive damage even unarmed.
Night Elf: This is a nocturnal race, and they are well-trained in stealth. Bonus: Night Elves are masters of stealth. Don't let this get to you, though, as you will not be able to do everything without being seen. Starting Ability: Invisibility; Self-explanatory, you turn invisible for a limited time.
Mountain Troll: This is a race that lives in the mountains and rarely communicates with any other race. Bonus: Living in the mountains isn't easy. Mountain Trolls have been trained to be observant in order to find food. This can be used for other purposes too. Starting Ability: Snow Storm; Mountain Trolls can send a blizzard of snow at an enemy, freezing them.
Dracosapien: Half human, half dragon. They look like humans, except they have colored scales. These can NOT fly, because in previous games this has made it way to easy. Bonus: They have scales, which provide extra protection. Starting ability: Fire Breath; Dracosapiens can breathe fire, but it takes all of their energy because they are not completely dragons.
Crossbreeds: You can be a mix of two different races. You have to show this in the Race section like (Human-Wood Elf) or combinations like that. You will get a weakened version of both race's racial bonus, but you must choose only one special ability from one of the races. You can not have a mix including Mountain Trolls or Orcs, as both of these races stay away from other civilizations.
Name: Victor Cross Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Dracosapien Bio: I grew up on a farm. My mom was the dragon and my dad was the human. My mom died when I was 3 by a group of Night Elves. I learned how to put a pack of hay together and use a Pitchfork. I never knew my mom was a dragon until 1 year ago when my father died. Desc: Very strong, Black hair, Raggy Peasant clothes. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Unarmed Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities: Fire Breath -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
Never thought I'd come across this mistake. Dracosapiens are not made from dragon and human parents, they were formed by fusing dragons and humans. Since they usually only have children with their own kind, they've been able to continue being half human. Anyways...
You start in your village, farming. A group of Night Elven soldiers are passing through the village. What do you do first?
Name: Mopar Gamer Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Mountain Troll Bio: Left alone at a young age, The troll never learned not to go to towns, and has since tried visiting small towns, usually being shewed away by pointy sticks. Desc: An abnormally large 12 ft. tall mountain troll -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Iron Sword(Huge) Weapon: Iron Sword(Huge) Armor: Iron Armor(Huge) Gold: 500 -------------- Special Abilities: Snow Storm -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Sindra Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
You shoot him and avoid making noise, but the other guards are getting suspicious. "What's taking so long?" When there is no response, you hear two more coming up. "Training's over." says the general. "Go kill that rat and get back to work." he leaves the room while the two guards are coming up. "We may have to go loud..." whispers Sindra. What do you do?
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
Fisvar seems to have given you a few different powers. While running to him you accidentally set a building on fire and turn a tree into water. Finally you are able to use healing. You see your hands and his wounds glowing green. The bleeding stops, you hear his ribs reconnecting and he slowly stands up. Though not as bad as before, he still seems seriously injured. "No! That's cheating!" yells one person in the crowd. But then another comes into the center with a rulebook. "It says here that it is allowed for followers of one dueler to participate in the duel! It's completely allowed." Nobody on Dravan's side wants to help him, though. "Get the sword." says William, weakly. "I can barely walk. You have to kill him." Dravan seems to be completely oblivious to what is going on, and continues to talk gibberish. You should try sneaking up from behind.
Name: Lloyd Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Wood Elf Bio:Raised by a traveling circus after being found in the forest as a baby, at age of 16, the circus was killed by orcish raiders, and chased till he fell off a cliff and crashed, head first, onto a rock. Then cared by the local animals(because of his animal control ability) he awoke after a 5 month coma, not remembering anything of his previous life. By learning from the animals, he became a excellent hunter and marksman. Then, 1 month from being 19, his forest was burned down by a war between humans and dracosapiens. After escaping the forest, not knowing why his forest was burning, ran for his life. During his month of frenzied running, he slowly gained back tiny pieces of his memory, and gained new clothes(for he barely had any in the forest) from anyone stupid enough to fight him. Desc:Tall for a wood elf, about 5 foot 11 inches, has a mix of dark green hair, a tree barkish red and dirt brown hair. One of his eyes are leaf green, while the other is a dirt brown. Thin but muscular from his life in the forest, and a perfect face. -------------- HP:100/100 MP:0/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Elven Sword, Xunril's Dagger Armor: Elven Set Gold: 50 -------------- Special Abilities: Animal Control Ahtril Speed(When using Xunril's dagger(Lasts for 3 posts)) -------------- Clan Name: Epics of Challenge Clan Members: Renleth(Human male, heavy) Rilkah(Human female, archer) Asolin(Elf female, mage) Xunril(Ahtril male, assassin) Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
Asolin attempt to put another force-field up, but it's not working. Xunril makes sure the others aren't listening, then says to you, "When I went looking for the person behind the necromancy, I easily found him. But there was someone helping him. Another Ahtril. It was Xundae... My sister.
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
I grab the sword and go for ramming it through Dravan. I will take the time needed to be sneaky so that he won't just doge me at the last second.
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
He falls to the ground, speaks gibberish for a few more seconds and dies. The crowd is silent, not sure what to think.
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
I walk back to William and help him to his feat so he can be declared the winner.
Name: Mopar Gamer Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Mountain Troll Bio: Left alone at a young age, The troll never learned not to go to towns, and has since tried visiting small towns, usually being shewed away by pointy sticks. Desc: An abnormally large 12 ft. tall mountain troll -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Iron Sword(Huge) Weapon: Iron Sword(Huge) Armor: Iron Armor(Huge) Gold: 500 -------------- Special Abilities: Snow Storm -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Sindra Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
I give sindra the dart blower and tell her to shoot the first soldier well i wait above the stairs to slash the second soldiers head with my sword. If other of us fail on our part, we start swinging.
About the gold my character got, is what he got to be shared with the group, or his part of the cash?
Name: Lloyd Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Wood Elf Bio:Raised by a traveling circus after being found in the forest as a baby, at age of 16, the circus was killed by orcish raiders, and chased till he fell off a cliff and crashed, head first, onto a rock. Then cared by the local animals(because of his animal control ability) he awoke after a 5 month coma, not remembering anything of his previous life. By learning from the animals, he became a excellent hunter and marksman. Then, 1 month from being 19, his forest was burned down by a war between humans and dracosapiens. After escaping the forest, not knowing why his forest was burning, ran for his life. During his month of frenzied running, he slowly gained back tiny pieces of his memory, and gained new clothes(for he barely had any in the forest) from anyone stupid enough to fight him. Desc:Tall for a wood elf, about 5 foot 11 inches, has a mix of dark green hair, a tree barkish red and dirt brown hair. One of his eyes are leaf green, while the other is a dirt brown. Thin but muscular from his life in the forest, and a perfect face. -------------- HP:100/100 MP:0/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Elven Sword, Xunril's Dagger Armor: Elven Set Gold: 50 -------------- Special Abilities: Animal Control Ahtril Speed(When using Xunril's dagger(Lasts for 3 posts)) -------------- Clan Name: Epics of Challenge Clan Members: Renleth(Human male, heavy) Rilkah(Human female, archer) Asolin(Elf female, mage) Xunril(Ahtril male, assassin) Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
I freeze. "More Ahtril? Its your sister? Okay, well find all the answers we need when we come back to fight with the Dracosapiens. Right now though Xunril, we need to focus. You and me are going back to the others, Asolin's force field won't come up. We need to protect the king." I turn to Asolin. "Asolin, go back to the king, we have to protect him with our fighting skills now." I walk back to the king.
Name: Cythraul Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Dracodytarum (TrollDrake) Bio: Cythraul had had a very ordinary trolldrake childhood, in which he was burned alive, beaten to death, and fed on bread and water of six weeks. Although a trolldrake, Cythraul had a history of unromantic, and probably strictly dietary pursuit of orc females. He is fond of Edelweiss, scalded goblin stew, and the occasional Orcaen female salad. Desc: Your average nine-hundred pound TrollDrake, slightly taller than most, at a meager 9'3". Hazy, ice-grey scaly skin. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Unarmed Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities: (See below) -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
(Since my skill is the lovechild of fire and ice, wouldn't that make me a water skill? Possibly breathing a blizzard of water? Or just flat out spitting at people?)
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
You help him up, but then you see a flash of light and a person appears next to you. It's Kenmyr. Worst. Timing. Ever. "I'm back!" she says as she draws her sword. You still have Fisvar's powers, maybe you can use them now.
Name: Mopar Gamer Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Mountain Troll Bio: Left alone at a young age, The troll never learned not to go to towns, and has since tried visiting small towns, usually being shewed away by pointy sticks. Desc: An abnormally large 12 ft. tall mountain troll -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Iron Sword(Huge) Weapon: Iron Sword(Huge) Armor: Iron Armor(Huge) Gold: 500 -------------- Special Abilities: Snow Storm -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Sindra Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
You both are successful, but now the rest are more suspicious. "That's it. Everybody's going up, let's go." Staying to fight would probably get you killed, and each passing second the General is getting away. What do you do?
Name: Lloyd Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Wood Elf Bio:Raised by a traveling circus after being found in the forest as a baby, at age of 16, the circus was killed by orcish raiders, and chased till he fell off a cliff and crashed, head first, onto a rock. Then cared by the local animals(because of his animal control ability) he awoke after a 5 month coma, not remembering anything of his previous life. By learning from the animals, he became a excellent hunter and marksman. Then, 1 month from being 19, his forest was burned down by a war between humans and dracosapiens. After escaping the forest, not knowing why his forest was burning, ran for his life. During his month of frenzied running, he slowly gained back tiny pieces of his memory, and gained new clothes(for he barely had any in the forest) from anyone stupid enough to fight him. Desc:Tall for a wood elf, about 5 foot 11 inches, has a mix of dark green hair, a tree barkish red and dirt brown hair. One of his eyes are leaf green, while the other is a dirt brown. Thin but muscular from his life in the forest, and a perfect face. -------------- HP:100/100 MP:0/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Elven Sword, Xunril's Dagger Armor: Elven Set Gold: 50 -------------- Special Abilities: Animal Control Ahtril Speed(When using Xunril's dagger(Lasts for 3 posts)) -------------- Clan Name: Epics of Challenge Clan Members: Renleth(Human male, heavy) Rilkah(Human female, archer) Asolin(Elf female, mage) Xunril(Ahtril male, assassin) Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
It's to be shared with the group, and you decide how much each person gets based off of performance.
You go back, but he still seems to be keeping something from you. You are attacked by bandits a few times, though each time Xunril quickly kills them. "I need to go somewhere right now. I'll be back later." Before you can say anything, he disappears. Just then you see another group of bandits jump out from behind the trees.
Name: Victor Cross Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Dracosapien Bio: I grew up on a farm. My mom was the dragon and my dad was the human. My mom died when I was 3 by a group of Night Elves. I learned how to put a pack of hay together and use a Pitchfork. I never knew my mom was a dragon until 1 year ago when my father died. Desc: Very strong, Black hair, Raggy Peasant clothes. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Unarmed Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities: Fire Breath -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
They soon leave. Later you finish farming. What do you do now?
Name: Cythraul Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Dracodytarum (TrollDrake) Bio: Cythraul had had a very ordinary trolldrake childhood, in which he was burned alive, beaten to death, and fed on bread and water of six weeks. Although a trolldrake, Cythraul had a history of unromantic, and probably strictly dietary pursuit of orc females. He is fond of Edelweiss, scalded goblin stew, and the occasional Orcaen female salad. Desc: Your average nine-hundred pound TrollDrake, slightly taller than most, at a meager 9'3". Hazy, ice-grey scaly skin. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Unarmed Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities: (See below) -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
Dracodytarum is not one of the races. I don't quite understand this, but you need to pick one of the given races to play as.
Name: Lloyd Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Wood Elf Bio:Raised by a traveling circus after being found in the forest as a baby, at age of 16, the circus was killed by orcish raiders, and chased till he fell off a cliff and crashed, head first, onto a rock. Then cared by the local animals(because of his animal control ability) he awoke after a 5 month coma, not remembering anything of his previous life. By learning from the animals, he became a excellent hunter and marksman. Then, 1 month from being 19, his forest was burned down by a war between humans and dracosapiens. After escaping the forest, not knowing why his forest was burning, ran for his life. During his month of frenzied running, he slowly gained back tiny pieces of his memory, and gained new clothes(for he barely had any in the forest) from anyone stupid enough to fight him. Desc:Tall for a wood elf, about 5 foot 11 inches, has a mix of dark green hair, a tree barkish red and dirt brown hair. One of his eyes are leaf green, while the other is a dirt brown. Thin but muscular from his life in the forest, and a perfect face. -------------- HP:100/100 MP:0/100 -------------- Inventory: Empty Weapon: Elven Sword, Xunril's Dagger Armor: Elven Set Gold: 50 -------------- Special Abilities: Animal Control Ahtril Speed(When using Xunril's dagger(Lasts for 3 posts)) -------------- Clan Name: Epics of Challenge Clan Members: Renleth(Human male, heavy) Rilkah(Human female, archer) Asolin(Elf female, mage) Xunril(Ahtril male, assassin) Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
"Rilkah! Stay by the King! Asolin! You too! Renleth! Your with me, charge!" I charge at the bandits, thinking that with the gold we got, everyone taking down evil generals and all, I will split the gold evenly between all of us. I then thrust my sword at the first bandit in range.
Name:Storm Dragon Age:23 Gender:Female Race:Wood Elf Bio:Storm was left to a pack of wolves when she was a newborn. The wolves took her in and raised her until she could take care of herself. When she was 15 she found an abandoned house. In that house she found a hunting knife, a bow, and some arrows. She used these items on hunts with the pack and visited elf settlements to sell what she got from the hunts until she was 18. She then used the money she had to buy a place. After that she would spend spring with her pack and then stay in the elf settlement selling things and doing odd jobs. When she turned 20 she took in a wolf pup and named him Balto. Balto was the runt of the litter that year and would not be here today if it wasn't for Storm taking him in. Balto still lives with Storm and doesn't mind it if people call him a pet as long as they don't mean it as an insult or call him a dog. Storm has wondered what it would be like to earn a little extra money by adventuring but up to now didn't believe that her or Balto were up to it. Desc:Storm is a little on the tall side for a wood elf. She has short, wavy, white hair and reddish brown eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned. -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Hunting Knife,Pickaxe, Bow, Arrows(30), Spider Eye, Spider Poison, Health Potion Weapon: Bow(5), Pickaxe Armor: Clothes Gold: 0 -------------- Special Abilities:Animal Control -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Alone Romance: Single Good/Bad: -1
I stand ready for a fight and try to use the powers that I have been given. I try and make it obvious to my powers who my enemy is so it will be less likely to hit William or an innocent person.
Name: Mopar Gamer Age: 35 Gender: Male Race: Mountain Troll Bio: Left alone at a young age, The troll never learned not to go to towns, and has since tried visiting small towns, usually being shewed away by pointy sticks. Desc: An abnormally large 12 ft. tall mountain troll -------------- MP:100/100 -------------- Inventory: Iron Sword(Huge) Weapon: Iron Sword(Huge) Armor: Iron Armor(Huge) Gold: 500 -------------- Special Abilities: Snow Storm -------------- Clan Name: None Clan Members: None Allies: None Enemies: None -------------- Followers: Sindra Romance: Single Good/Bad: 0
I'll attempt to get off any balconies or doors on the next level then run around trying my hardest to not be seen and fire a dart at the general.
