We seek out fresh meat, new players are highly welcomed. Only requirement you have to preserve to join is your kind manners, and semi-literate writing skills. We of course, encourage more than 3 lines of posts. Please read first page completely to attempt a leap on the ride!


"Greetings traveller, welcome to Valkeseiren!!
"This is the land where your fantasies may become true. Perhaps not all, but be sure to pursue your dreams, since it might be granted by none other but the beautiful maiden of Grallier spring..."


Those would be the first words you'd hear from a storyteller you encounter. Valkeseiren is a kingdom built in a low valley, surrounded by great waterfalls. Historians say it was buried with earthquakes centuries ago. Many travellers find a reason to stopby in great city once in their lifetime. Some stay longer and some don't, while some choose to live in this city of wonders.
People of many races would gather here often, since Valkeseiren is also a big city know for great bazaars and festivals it hosts. Traders consider this brilliant city a jewel hidden beneath waterfalls, of course, since it's glass works are quite famous it's an obvious fact. At nights and under daylight, Valkeseiren would shine like it's made of crystal... Towers, greenhouses, street lamps and stained glassed windows of houses would shine like hidden treasures.
A new festival is coming, "Grallier's Maiden". It's a festival where several people travel to take a glimpse of the famous legend. With beautiful flowers and colorful ribbons streets would be decorated, gypsies and local musicians would play day and night for a week. And celebrate birth of Grallier spring maiden's birth; Sophie's so-believed birth. Story goes way back to centuries, where spirits of nature were still walking on earth. Great forest's mother spirit pleaded gods for a child, oneshe could never bear in her immortal life. Goddess of life, Sierra pitied and granted her one wish. So Sophie was born from spring of Grallier, as mother spirit called her. Her beauty was legendary, it's said that with her one glance the most furious beasts would fall on their knees in tears, begging for forgiveness from gods. Her innocence would make forest spirits hide, her voice would make river spirits cry with joy. Also, it's said that, spirit of Sophia was called back to heavens by goddess Sierra. But she'd grant any wish asked with strong faith, with pure ambitions coming from one's heart. Since centuries many would come to join this festival of peace and love, ask and plea to glass statue of the Grallier's maiden...

There we start our journey friends... Grim clouds are gathering over Valkeseiren, perhaps eternal peace granted to these mortal lands are coming to an end? We seek for brave adventurers who are willing to serve for the greater good, show your courage to whole world!


Updates: *27th of January 2010~ Rock started rolling again; Erdaime already jumped on guiding group to their new destination, Lielathé, capital of Des'Lariel. Kel'irana suggested to travel together with her own group of guards and herself. Also, fresh meat on the table; a new player just joined us!

*9th of January 2010~ Attemps of reviving the RP. Recruiting new players.
*7th of April 2009~ Goddess explained her situation and shrine collapsed as soon as she departed.
*6th of January 2009~ We have a fresh blood today joining us!
*4th of December 2008~ Gone away from 5th to 15th of Dec. Meanwhile chars decided to heat up atmosphere back there 8D
*2nd of December 2008~ Archangel Adorielle summoned volunteers to Sierra's Shrine at north Valkeseiren.
*28th of November 2008~ Glass statue of maiden was broken and wrath of Nastasia broke down from sky.
*27th of November 2008~ Maiden of Grallier fesvital started!
*24th of November 2008~ RP is officially open for playing!!


1. Introduction to Story <<-You're here!
2. Races & Explanations
3. Rules & Character Code
4. World Map
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles
6. Character Profiles
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

~Races~

There are certain races in this story. In here their limitations and variations will be explained.

Elves:
Apperantly most of them live in forests and they're known as wood elves. But some of them also live in sea, mountains and even in deserts. Those elves are named after the places they're living in.
Wood Elves- Living in forests; fair hair, blue/green eyes, fair skin.
Sea Elves- Living in seaside or in cities built on islands. Tanned skin, white/blue/sea green hair, blue/green eyes.
Mountain Elves- Living in mountains; ivory/fair skin, brunette/fair hair, dark/blue/grey eyes.
Sun Elves- Living in deserts; tanned skin, fair/brunette hair, dark eyes.
Note: Think of sun and mountain elves as dark elves. Both have similar hierarchy built; a.k.a. females rule. Though sun elves are more negotiable compared to mountain eves, who're quite troublesome sometimes.

Humans:
I don't need to explain much about them, but they also differ depending on where they live.
North Humans- Our blonde westerners... Need explanation?
South Humans- May we all say people of africa and brazil are good examples to summarise this?
East Humans- Your typical asian.

Halfelves:
Usually not totally accepted by elves nor humans, they live together as nomadic tribes. That doesn't mean they're abondoned, they're free spirits and this is totally their choice.

Supernaturals:
We didn't forget our fancy friends...
Halfblood Vampires- Fangs, ivory skin... You know the looks, one expection is that vampires can endure sunlight for an hour at most. Meanwhile their skin starts itching and slowly sunburns begin to appear. Soon their skin will start burning fruiously and after the first hour they'll begin burning.
Pureblood Vampires- Same fancy looks, except they're not harmed by sunlight, they get blinded by it after an hour though. It'll take a few minutes for them to see again, sun simply hurt their eyes only. [[I'll only allow 2 purebloods... so, ask me]]
Demons- They can go as your imagination allows it. Tails, horns and even some beastal looks are ok. Wings are welcome too. But basicly they're not gods, so their limitations are similar to any other races on magical field. They serve to chaotic gods, a demon may choose to act on their own, not serving a god but their powers will be reduced.
Angels- Wings are welcome with this race too. Except they're messengers of gods and goddesses, they reside in heaven as well. And they aren't fond of demons.
Fallen Angels-Some may choose to live among humans. Some choose to fall, which means they're not refused by gods but choosed to live like a human, abondoning their powers. They refuse their duties for gods, so in exchange their powers are limited when they choose to fall. A fallen angel can commit sins, do whatever they please, even become a villain! But they can't become demons, not in this setting anyway. An angel will be definitely more powerful compared to a fallen.
Arch Demons/Angels- Well, self explanatory. [[I'll allow 2 characters only from each of them.]]

~Combat Professions~
They're simply jobs or titles. The way you make money, the way you live. Feel free to choose one from any available, hybrid builds are ok. Please don't over do.

Overdone Example: Mage/fighter/rogue/shaman/archer/paladintactic maiden!!!

Necromancer- Dark magic some say, it's simply a different level of magic. A must to revive dead, but this class has more tricks than animating dead bones.
Enchanter- This class specialise in nature of magic more than elemental level. Focusing on purest magic and the ways to weild it at your will should be your objective. Binding, conjuction as just basic steps in this field.
Summoner- Specialized in summoning spirits and elementals. The point is, things you summon would highly depend on your level, in short if you're a apprentice you could summon a familiar but not a fire elemental.
Shaman- Like summoner they call spirits, but unlike them they can unite with spirits and use their talents, or even summon them for advice. Also, they can seperate their soul from their body and wander around along with other spirits mortal eyes can't see.
Priest/Priestess- They devote themselves to gods, so, choose a god and start your prayers! You'd be granted with holy powers such as healing and curing illness/status effects. Be the victim be an evil villain or an angel, priests don't discriminate usually.[Gods are listed below the post]
Exorsists- Exorsists are the ones who prefer taking action rather than reasoning. Chaotic gods reward them with ultimate knowledge on using their spiritual power with destruction. They have certain aspects on "good" and "evil", if you fall in evil scale of the balance you'd definitely become a target.[Gods are listed below the post]
Scholar- Here we bury you under a pile of books and you become happy! Science would be your passion, so inventions and using your chemistry knowledge to be able to do alchemy. Remember though, you're not god.
Paladin- A knight who devoted themselves to holy gods. They know basic healing spells and holy charms. Under any condition they'll choose to keep a honorable life.
Knight- A knight who devoted himself to a lord, landlord... you name it. They're always bound to a king or a lord. Honor is above everything else in their life, try not to insult them while they're armed.
Gladiator/Mercenary- Ones who choose to be their own master choose to wield their blade for the highest price. Barbarians also go in this profession.
Assassin- Kills in stealth and haste for money, you've to learn darkest arts of killing to be a master assassin.
Rogue- Bandits, thieves gather under here. You're not as lethal and sinister as an assasin but still quite a dangerous tricksmaster.
Bard- Here are our cheerful folks, a bard has charm very few can achieve in a lifetime. Expect a song or a tale from them, also they always have a last card hidden up in their sleeves for the troubled times.
Ranger- Rangers are one with forests, wild nature is their homeland. Animals can be tamed more easily in their hands. No need to mention frightenning fast archery skills they posses.
Druid- Like Shamans they can call spirits of nature, except they're usually animal related ones. They can enchant animals and tame them at instant. A whole forest can turn against you with a powerful druid's command, beware.

~Divine List of Gods~
(+) indicate Peaceful gods, (=) will indicate Chaotic gods.
+ Goddess of Light/Nature~ Sierra:: Sister of Plaithon and love interest of Alara; her followers are usually of angels, elves, halfelves and humans. She's portrayed with self illuminating long wavy hair, with a serene smile wearing a crown made from rays of light.
+ God of Sky/Heaven~ Plaithon:: Brother of Sierra and husband of Nastasia; his followers are usually of angels, halfelves and humans. He's portrayed with a mist of cloud beneath his feet, holding a spear and a shield, wearing a serious bearded face.
+ God of Luck and Fate~ Lark:: Husband of Freya interest in Alara and Thoreth; his followers are usually of angels, elves, demons, vampires, halfelves and humans. He's portrayed half naked wearing a mischevious smile, with his animal companion -great peacock Friea, while smelling a rose.
+ Goddess of Love~ Freya:: Wife of Lark and lover of Shathi; her followers are usually of elves, halfelves and humans. She's portrayed sitting on a rock, revealing enchanting floral scents and charms, luring males nearby, or watching lovers from Great Mountain with Lark.
= Goddess of Chaos/Disorder~ Nastasia:: Sister of Shathi and Alara, and wife of Plaithon; her followers are usually of demons, vampires and humans. Often portrayed with a giant snake wrapped around her body or on her shoulders, wearing hair made of night, stars shining on it.
= God of Underworld~ Shathi:: Lover of Freya; his followers are usually of demons, vampires, elves, halfelves and humans. Usually portrayed with a dark cloak, eyes of fire with a mist of souls around him, guiding them and luring them from living world.
= Goddess of War and Dead~ Alara:: Sister of Thoreth and Nastasia, also interested in Sierra; her followers are usually of demons, vampires and humans. She's portrayed as a strong warrior, eyes in color of blood with hair of blue flame, several blades are floating around her most of the time, ready to act at her will.
= God of Misfortune/Destruction~ Thoreth:: Brother of Alara and in love with Nastasia; his followers are demons, vampires and humans. Portrayed as a young boy wearing an anxious expression and a crown of thorns over his dark hair, he is also described as a confused young teen seeking for comfort and failing to find one.

~Other Professions~
A simple list of what you might do while not fighting to earn money... If you have suggestions or questions ask on OOC thread and I'll do my best to provide you answers.

*Soldier
*Cook
*Innkeeper
*Merchant
*Teacher
etc...

1. Introduction to Story
2. Races & Explanations <<-You're here!
3. Rules & Character Code
4. World Map
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles
6. Character Profiles
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

~Rules~

+ Please use OOC thread for questions and discussions about RP as well as some idle chatter.
+ Pay attention to what GM says and respect. (in this case me, Valendra)
+ Please obey Menewsha forum rules and RP rules outlined by moderators.
+ No godmodding unless GM gives authority directly to your character.
+ PM your profiles to Valendra. Don't post profiles here!!!
+ Character profile code is below.
+ For OOC talk, please use brackets. Ex:

[[OOC: lalalalaaaa~... ]]

+ Maiden of Grallier is a turn basis RP, which means after making a move you have to wait for other characters to react. (Of course, depending on which characters are present at the location)
+ Your RP skills have to be at least semi-literate to join Maiden of Grallier.
+ You have to post at least once a week.

~Character Profile Code~

Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Race:
Weapon:
Profession: (mage, assasin, ranger, damsel in distress, random hopeless guy... you name it)
Physical apperance:
Personality:
Background:
Extra: 
Example: (A few lines to show your writing style.)

1. Introduction to Story
2. Races & Explanations
3. Rules & Character Code <<-You're here!
4. World Map
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles
6. Character Profiles
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

~World Map~







The relationship between kingdoms are stated below, as well of races' intentions for each other.

Islands of Naruliera(sea elf kingdom) X Chiang Colonies = Hostile
~ Des'Lariel, Ulhavalle Empire = In peace

Des'Lariel(wood elves) X Froncise Kingdom = Hostile
~ Islands of Naruliera, Ulhavalle Empire = In peace

Froncise Kingdom(south humans) X Des'Lariel, Chiang Colonies = Hostile
~ South Polar Lands, Ulhavalle Empire = In peace

Ulhavalle Empire(north humans) ~ Islands of Naruliera, Des'Lariel, Froncise Kingdom = In peace

Chiang Colonies(east humans) X Islands of Naruliera, Des'Lariel, Froncise Kingdom = Hostile
~ Ulhavalle Empire, South Polar Lands = In peace

South Polar Lands(halfelves) ~ Ulhavalle Empire, Chiang Colonies = In peace


As for races:
Wood Elves-
In peace with sea elves, north humans and angels.
Hostile to mountain elves, east humans, vampires and demons.
Neutral with sun elves, south humans and halfelves.
Sea Elves-
In peace with wood elves, north humans and angels.
Hostile to mountain elves, east humans, vampires and demons.
Neutral with sun elves, south humans and halfelves.
Sun Elves-
In peace with mountain elves, north humans, east humans, south humans and angels.
Hostile to vampires and demons.
Neutral with wood elves, sea elves and halfelves.
Mountain Elves-
In peace with sun elves, north humans, east humans and halfelves.
Hostile to sea elves, wood elves and vampires.
Neutral with angels, south humans and demons.
Half Elves-
Hostile to vampires and demons.
Neutral with all elves, all humans and angels.
South Humans-
In peace with halfelves, north humans.
Hostile to east humans, vampires and demons.
Neutral with elves, south humans and angels.
East Humans-
In peace with halfelves, north humans.
Hostile to wood and sea elves, vampires and demons.
Neutral with mountain and sun elves, south humans and angels.
North Humans-
In peace with halfelves, north humans and south humans.
Hostile to vampires and demons.
Neutral with elves, east humans and angels.


1. Introduction to Story
2. Races & Explanations
3. Rules & Character Code
4. World Map <<-You're here!
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles
6. Character Profiles
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

~GM Character Profiles~

Character Name: Ginnrol Aeranion
Age: 358
Race: Sun Elf
Weapon: Two Scimitars, twin swords.
Profession: Knight serving the Lady Kel'irana Lúthien of Sun Elves.
Physical apperance: Tanned, caramel skin, blonde straight hair tied into a loose ponytail with a black ribbon. He has hazel eyes and fine feautures of an elf. He's 1.85m tall, which makes 6'2". He wears his armor most of the time, he wears a brown, dust colored hooded cloak. Beneath the silver metal of shoulder armors he wears light leather armor, over it is a layer of chainmail and finally elf metal. All are elven made and blessed with enchantments and charms by elf priests.
Personality: Ginnrol is a silent and peaceful guy. He hardly gets angry and hardly gets involved with any female -or anyone at all. It's easy to start a conversation with him, he'd keep a respectful distance of all times. Also he never judges anyone depending on their race or beliefs, it's a common behaviour among sun elves, they'd treat everyone equal at first contact. He'd hardly get into quarrels or fights, yet he wouldn't step back when injustice is on act though.
Background: Ginnrol Aeranion is eldest son of Aeranion clan, who is famous with raising knights and impressive swordsman skills they posses. His childhood was a quiet and peaceful one as well. He had two younger sisters, even though females have a higher social status among sun elves, males were treated equal. While his sisters weren't interested in continuing tradition heartily; Lawedyré became a high priestess to Sierra's Shrine and Glordyn choosed to study politics after following life of knighthood for 4 decades, Ginnrol volunteered for the future their mother asked of them to fulfill.
He was raised by his mother like all other kids who dreamt of becoming a knight, from same obstacles and same painful training. He showed more spirit that her mother Lady Silvanel expected of. Ginnrol successfully completed his training in 5 decades and accepted another tough training his mother offered him -which was protection of a little exiled location away from home for 2 decades. Silvanel was proud to see her son becoming a fine young man, a model to all knighthood. When he was back from exile, as son of Silvanel Aeranion, he was assigned to another mission. Kel'irana clan's lady Kel'irana Lúthien's personal guardian team member, soon he became officer of the guardian team. For the last hundred years he'd been serving his lady with total devotion.
Extra: Ginnrol is a knight, he'll be a noble and proud soul. But he also respects everyone's right to live, as long as they don't become a threat to his lady and himself.

Character Name: Isis
Age: Looks around 25, she never gives a proper answer to her age.
Race: Human
Weapon: A long wooden spear, which doesn't look special at all at first glance. Two sai which are hanged on both sides of her hips on the belt.
Profession: A bard on occasions, she loves to sing and dance 'till sunrise. And she's a fierce warrior on battlefield, not afraid to shed blood. And from time to time she proves to be an excelent enchanter, enjoying manipulating water element more than any other.
Physical apperance: Isis has fair skin, eyes of ocean blue, crimson lips and wavy chocolate brown hair falling down to her waist. She has a slim build and her 1,68m height figure was granted with the most windblowing curves exist on lands of mortals. People tend to find themselves drawn and lost, with mere look at this charming woman. She broke hearts, almost proud to say she lost the count after three digits something. Maybe charms of a bard, or some enchantment she skilfully casts over her victims, at first encounter almost everyone would lost their breathe. [X]
Personality: Isis is a flirt by nature, she'd flirt with everyone regardless of gender, race, religion and so on. She often admits seeing reactions even are so amusing that it's hard to resist urge to tease people even she's not totally interested in. On the other hand, she's much more mature and much more smarter than she puts on stage. It seems she knows every legend told on these lands and almost talk about like she has faith in them. She'd hate injustice and just see justice she can burn down a whole village.
Background: It's known that she travels among gypsies and is greatly respected by them. She has seen almost all lands it seems or it's just her bluffing... And stories and memories of her past often changes depending on her mood.
Extra: She loves jewelry and expensive presents :3

1. Introduction to Story
2. Races & Explanations
3. Rules & Character Code
4. World Map
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles <<-You're here!
6. Character Profiles
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

~Character Profiles~

Username: Shinigami Yumi
Character Name: Joaquin Cesaré
Age:
He lost count a while back, but thinks it's going on 5 digits. It's hard to keep track of time when you're not always awake. He does, however, remember being turned shortly before his 29th birthday.
Race: Pureblood Vampire
Weapon: Tarot cards, crystal ball, rune stones, ceremonial dagger and chalice, dowsing pendulum (basically stuff he carries around for his non-battle profession)
Profession:
Non-battle - Wandering fortune-teller
Battle: Necromancer (has vampiric abilities like summoning familiars as well)
Physical appearance:
Silver hair, slight wave, ends just above waist
Height 5'10"
Pale, refined and elegant features, teal eyes
Wine red frilly silk shirt and slacks
White cravat, gloves, sash at waist and leather shoes
Platinum ring with Cesaré family crest under a ruby on little finger
Thick wine red hooded cloak with many hidden pockets
Personality:
Cryptic, ever amused, flirtatious with both genders, prefers males, teasing, arrogant, proud, enjoys a challenge, varies between being social and reclusive, serious when necessary, adventurous, temper long tamed by the years but tremendously violent when angry, doesn't have the best sense of self-preservation, doesn't really care about the fate of the world - only in it for the adventure.
Background:
The Cesaré family was a somewhat wealthy noble family in Ulhavalle many millennia ago. Being the only son, Joaquin was often pressured to continue the family line, but he had never liked children and always preferred men to women. His parents then tried having another child, leading to the birth of his sister, Jacintha. There was a complication during her birth, however, that prevented their mother from bearing anymore children.
Plan foiled, they returned to pestering him to wed and further the lineage, but he continued to refuse. By then, however, he had met and become close friends with a vampire who would only be known as Fidchell. From him, Joaquin learned many of the fortune-telling arts he would later use in his travels and received the rune stones he still uses to this day.
Finally, weary of his family's pestering, he asked Fidchell to turn him shortly before his 29th birthday, for which his parents had planned yet another ball to introduce yet more suitable brides, in order to grant their wish that the family lineage continue eternally...in his now immortal self. Aghast and ashamed, his family quickly proceeded to ignore his existence, which suited him just fine, turning their attention now to Jacintha, whom they had previously neglected. She was groomed into a fine lady and married off to a powerful and wealthy noble family to further the Cesarés political ends.
Having never been happy but able to do little about her situation, Jacintha turned to the only family member who had ever paid her any mind, her brother Joaquin, and bade him promise to make their parents pay for ruining both their lives in exchange for her financial support. He agreed and soon found the perfect outlet for their vengeance: life was ephemeral, any retribution enacted would end with death, but in death, he could trap them in torment from which they could never escape. So began Joaquin Cesaré's foray into the dark art of necromancy, which he realized suited his new vampiric nature perfectly.
Naturally, he found that the art came in handy during his travels later on and continued to improve his mastery of it. During his travels, he also mastered some of his natural vampiric abilities. Because most people are hostile to vampires, he wears a hooded cloak to conceal his appearance, and wanders the land a mysterious fortune-teller, seeking out one adventure after another to fill his endless days.
Now he finds himself back in Valkeseiren millennia later, close to his home albeit now far different from the place in his memories. Having no particular wish for the Maiden of Grallier, he simply sets up tent in a vacant corner of the city square, offering his services to passers by seeking a glimpse of their future while observing the festivities; his own predictions have borne an ill omen, and he hopes the ensuing chaos will bring some new excitement into his life.
Extra:
Hobbies - Playing the violin, seducing people
Favourite food - (yes, he still eats normal food) Meat pies
Favourite drink - Elven wine/mead

Username: Shinigami Yumi
Character Name:
Real name - Unknown
Codename - Morperel (quite literally meaning "black half elf")
Alias - Erdaime Morganel (the intended meaning of the name derived from its roots is "Elven illusion that loves the earth/world." Erdaime is pronounced Ehr-dame)
Age: Unknown (looks to be in late twenties)
Race: Halfelven (mountain elf + east human)
Weapon: Pair of chakrams, daggers for both throwing and cutting, two kinds of needles (fine ones for attacking pressure points, long thick poisoned ones for inflicting puncture wounds)
Profession:
Battle - Assassin/exorcist (specialty - poison, frenzy)
She inherited the agility, grace and flexibility of her Elven lineage, but none of the innate magic that runs in their blood. Instead, she received the great capacity for spiritual power characteristic of her East Human heritage. She doesn't really use magic, and her "magical" abilities are limited to what Alara can and will grant her.
Non-battle - Herbalist/Acupuncturist
Physical appearance:
As an herbalist/acupuncturist...
This is pretty much what she looks like, only her hair and eyes are darker black, and she has strong elegant elven features with Eurasian skin tone. She's usually seen carrying some type of herb around, so that's quite an accurate picture I found. XD"
As an assassin/exorcist...
She ties her hair up into a high ponytail, looks more serious/jaded and wears a black leather catsuit that opens down the middle on both the front and back and is laced closed by a very long strip of black leather on each side. Her boots and gloves are Elven-made; the gloves give an especially good grip of things (so weapons never slip from her hands unless intended), and the boots allow her to silently traverse almost any surface. Around her neck, a silver pendant of Alara's symbol (six swords in a circle, point outwards) hangs from a length of black cord, and she often wears a scarf over most of her face to conceal her appearance. When invoking/channeling Alara's power, her eyes glow blue like the flames of the goddess' hair.
Personality:
Erdaime has a dual personality (some might call it a problem); some might even say two souls inhabit her body.
Most of the time, she's a gentle and charitable herbalist/acupuncturist who is friendly and nice to everyone, often taking no payment for her services. A kindhearted follower of Sierra, she tries to help anyone she can, is somewhat timid and speaks softly most of the time, only using the weapons she always has with her in self defense when absolutely necessary.
However, on some days, she becomes a sadistic master of the art of killing, relishing the moments of sacrificing life to her goddess Alara, whom she is almost fanatically devoted to. Her manner grows more aggressive and unpredictable, and she develops quite the temper, which she often appeases with violence. Morperel does not speak much, but when she does, she often lets her sarcasm rip.
It is uncertain which is the true persona, although her pleasant self seems to be dominant. However, her "light" side has no memory of what happens when she is not in control, whereas her "dark" side remembers all, so it is theorized that her dark side may be her true self...
Background:
Not much is known about Erdaime other than that she was born in the Dilgrim Mountains, and some records at a nearby Temple of Alara show that she was in line for the position of head priestess at a rather young age but later vanished without a trace. Erdaime herself only remembers her time after she was found in the forests of Des'Lariel by a kindly old doctor and scholar who raised her as a daughter and taught her all he knew of medicine in the ten years they had before he passed away. Morperel's memories seem to be complete, but even that cannot be ascertained. Following his death, she now wanders from place to place, helping as many people as she can as a healer or killing anyone for the highest price as an assassin while gathering and studying any new herbs she comes across.
Now she has journeyed to Valkeseiren to honour her patron goddess, Sierra, in the festival, not knowing that dark times are ahead, and it may soon be her other calling that will shine like the glint of a blade in the light of the moon.
Extra:
Hobby - travelling to gather and study herbs from all over the world
Has Alara's symbol branded onto the small of her back
Favourite drink - herbal tea
Favourite food - freshly baked bread

Username: Flamingcatdemon
Character Name: Harren
Age: 666666
Race: Pureblood Demon
Weapon: Kusari-gama The weapon not the guy but the scythe parts look more like this.
Profession: Oversees the loading of souls onto the ferry.
Physical appearance: In his basic human form he has long white hair and green eyes, he stands at about 5'5" and could be mistaken for a kid. He wears minimal clothing usually just some thin pants and a sleeveless shirt.
When in his Demon form, his skin changes from white to pink and his body becomes decorated with sharp implements made of bone, he has two white horns and two bat-like wings, he stands about 6'5" and his wingspan is about 10' (refer to the pic it's hard to describe)
Personality: Fairly laid back and polite, he relishes a good fight, and never misses an opportunity for a good flirt with a cute guy.
Background: Harren is the son of "The ferryman" the gatekeeper of the underworld and the man who ferries souls down the river Styx. Harren's job is far less glamorous, he gets to watch the souls as they come in until the ferry is ready to leave, the job basically does its self. After hundreds of thousands of years he has been allowed to take a 600 year sojourn in the world of the living. It was his father's gift to him on his 666666Th birthday, the number is special to demons for obvious reasons. His adventure is just beginning and he can't wait to experience everything for himself.
Extra: Harren isn't "Evil" in the sense that most demons are, he wont go out of his way to do something bad, but he also wont go out of his way to do something good. He's basically just a rebellious teenager who wants to have some fun.

Username: kurobizzle
Character Name: Fia
Age: Not so sure, somewhere between 2,000-2,500
Race: Fallen Angel
Weapon: Twin sais, each on at least a foot and a half long
Profession: A wandering rogue with a knack for summoning. She takes on odd jobs as a cover before a burglary. Her current job is a waitress at the Moonshine Pub at Valkeserien
Physical apperance: Fia is quite small, at least 5'4". She has indigo colored hair cut in a pixie cut and clashing, dark green eyes. She's fair skinned, even though she's out in the sun a lot. She is old, but looks like a 19-20 year old. Her normal outfit includes a black, skin-tight tube top, puffy brown pants that stop at her ankles, black slippers, and dark brown leather gloves. A leather shoulder pad rests on her left shoulder and a purple scarf holds her pants up to her petite waist. A golden chain hangs around her neck; a remembrance to her first burglary. When she uses her powers, black wings emerge from her back.
Personality: A strong heart beats inside this small woman. Fia is independent and lives each day to the fullest. Her reckless behavior takes people off guard, especially since she looks like she doesn't even care about the consequences. It's not like she doesn't care... much, it's just that she always looks at the bright side of things. She lacks determination in anything, that's why she can never keep the same job very long.
Background: Fia used to be the head messenger of Freya, Goddes of Love. She grew tired of watching mortals fall in love with one another and all that mushy crap. So, she decided enough was enough and that she would trade her powers for a more thrilling life-style.
When she fell to the human world, she was taken in by a kindly old bard who taught her how to live her niew life. She learned everything she knew from that man, even how to fight. The man died in only a few months time and Fia was alone once more. She travels the land now, trying to get money with odd jobs by day, stealing by night.
Extra: Fia learned how to sing from the bard who took care of her. Her voice is heavenly, but she barely uses her refined talent to get what she wants. Although she is a rogue, she doesn't like killing. She'd rather leave her victims unconscious rather than dead. She also has an obsession over shiny things. Why do you think she's a rogue?

Username: Iroase Delschatten
Character Name: Thalel Celendir
Age: Approximately 1500 human years
Race: Sea elf
Weapon: Flutes and pipes.
Profession: Bard

Physical appearance:
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Dark blue hair lined with several silver white streaks near the fringe, two thin braids hanging from the back down until just a little below his waist.
Height of about 5’ 8”.
Aquamarine eyes, with faded slits on the irises.
Earrings on his left ear, two small golden hoops on the lower part, one on top, one more similar earring on the lower part of the right ear.
Left-handed.
Three rings on his right hand, the thumb, ring finger, and the little finger. Each ring is silver, lined in the middle with gold.
Usually dressed in semi-loose clothing.

Personality:
Thalel is not very comfortable around people, seldom speaking much. To others, he seems almost quiet and often in his own world. However, in truth, he is an observant person and his mind is anything but silent. There is always conversation going on in his little head, resulting in an uncanny habit of occasionally talking to himself. He relishes his time just looking, observing the people and his surroundings.
He is also very obsessed with music and sound, and could not stand being around silence.

Background:
When Thalel was an elven child, his parents were killed in their attempts to defend the harbour when a fleet of East human pirates initiated an ambush. His older brother, Kharyel, who was old enough then to join the other sea elves in fending off the pirates, lost his right eye when he recklessly attacked their parents' murderers in a fit of anger. Thalel, observing what had happened, drowned deeper into his obsession for music and sound as a means of escape. His brother, who did not cope well with the loss himself, became particularly protective of Thalel, afraid of losing the only family he had left. Years passed by in the harbour, and both Thalel and Kharyel carried on with their lives. However, one day, Kharyel did not return home after leaving on his usual daily errands. Thalel, who felt rather lost in his older brother's absence, grew worried enough to venture out of his home in search of him. Consequently, he followed a ship headed North, in hopes that he might find his brother there…

Extra:
He enjoys playing various tunes on his flute whenever he could.

Having not ventured out of the confines of his home much, there are many things in life he is ignorant about. Regardless, he is always eager to learn, even if he could be a little dense at times.

Username: Galliechan
Character Name: Aerin Laurelin
Age: 514
Race: Wood Elf
Weapon: A wooden staff, a sword and a small dagger.
Profession: druid
Physical appearance: Aerin has fair skin, green eyes and shoulder-length, straight, dark blonde hair with two braids framing her face. She is 1.70 tall. She prefers to wear loose clothes and wears a cloak most of the time. Her boots, coming up to her knees, is the only piece of clothing she would never part with, despite of their old and dirty appearance. She always has some kind of an animal with her.
Personality: Aerin is a cheerful, helpful and talkative elf. She spends all of her time alone in the nature, talking with the spirits, so she is somewhat awkward at conversing people and always gives a naïve first impression, thanks to her lack of information about what is going on around the world. If someone manages to pass through her unease and slight distrust with people, also never says anything bad about the nature – she is known for her rants long enough to make ancient tree spirits lose their patience – then it would turn out that Aerin is a wise elf with vast knowledge about all living creatures in nature. Her true love is only for the nature because she believes everybody else would damage the nature without feeling any remorse if it suits their gains.
Background: Aerin born in the capital of Des’Lariel, as the only daughter of the noble Laurelin family. Her family was the main advisor of the king of the lands and was proud of the fact. As she grew up, her interest in nature, especially trees, intensified and she chose the path of a druid just to be closer to the trees, ignoring the many protest from her family. By the time she finished her education, her knowledge about the nature was superior to any wood elf experts, which led to the offer to become one of the king’s advisors, along with her father. Through insistence of her family, she accepted the offer. After a few years of doing the job, she found out that the king had cut down a whole forest to make weapons and supplies for the army and was willing to destroy another one. Seeing that all the people around her was calling themselves nature lovers but destroyed it without any regret the moment it clashed with their benefits, she decided to devote her life to the nature. For the last few centuries, she travelled around the world to meet with different trees, animals or plants and expanded her knowledge. Now, a famous figure among druids and rangers and always the hottest gossip topic of the young spirits of nature, she is still travelling around; trying to protect the nature on her behalf and her thirst for knowledge is yet to be satisfied.
Extra: Aerin doesn’t believe in any god, believing none of them cares enough about the nature. Also she is a vegetarian, refusing to hurt animals and not allowing any people to do so.

Username: Krusadin
Character Name: Stipen Fagerstrom
Age: 19
Race: Northern human
Weapon: A large slingshot that he uses to fire the bombs he makes. Similar to this weapon but made of hollow steel. It makes an eerie sound when waved about so it's also good for scaring wild animals away.
Profession: Scholar. He is adept in alchemy and can repair or take apart almost any object that's smaller than he is and build explosives. He just finished his apprenticeship so his abilities are still undeveloped but he can use his skills in a battle if needed. Although he's not the type to engage into such situations, at least willingly.
Physical apperance: The classic nerd. Stipen has short sandy blonde hair that wont lay flat and points to every direction because he rarely combs it. His eyes are dark grey and hidden behind thick round glasses with silver rims that are almost too large for his head. Stipens skin is pale with freckles. He is skinny, tall, has no visible muscles and a bad posture. He wears a long steel gray robe over a simple gray shirt and dark gray pants. His most precious posessions are the books in his backpack, an alchemy set, a sketchbook and a silver ring he wears on his right hands index finger. His master told him it was magical but so far he hasn't discovered any powers in it and suspects that it might be rubbish.
Personality: Stipen is a bit unsocial. He doesen't hate people but he just doesent seem to understand them. The only thing he's passionate about is his studies in alchemy. He also has a secret hobby of sketching nude women...but he is hopeless with real ones. Around other people he tends to be annoying and whiny. He's not a bad person but most of the time because of his lack of experience with people he will be oblivious to their emotions and say something rude. He will lecture hours about alchemy to anyone who will listen to him. When facing a conflict he will crawl into a hole like a rat. If he cant do that he will try to weasel his way out by talking. If his charisma isn't enough (and usually it never is) and he can't bribe the threatening person then he will finally try to fight.
Background: Stipen served his former master for 10 years until the old man died. He has been travelling on his own for a few months now, doing random jobs like repairing broken weapons with his alchemy. He comes from a long line of farmers and when he decided to pursuit a career in science instead of helping around the farm his father was outraged and threw him out of the house. Luckily he soon found someone to take care of him and even though the old man almost worked him to death he was kind hearted and never raised his fists against the boy. When Stipens master died a part of him died with him.
Extra: Stipen is allergic to peanuts, fish, strawberries, tomatos and lemons. His favourite food is gruel. He cant stand most animals but he loves insects.

Username: sakura go rawr
Character Name: Yukari Yakumo
Age: 24
Race: Demon
Weapon: A sword hidden in the handle of a pink laced umbrella that is carried around with Yukari.
Profession: Necromancer
Physical appearance: Yukari
Personality: Yukari is a laid back demon who enjoys sleeping her days away. When she is awake she lives for the moment and for the most part is selfish. There is madness to her deeds, although many would see her actions as non-nonsensical and without thought. If she can, Yukari will generally have someone else do the job for her should she somehow feel motivated to do something. Although she is quite lazy, her intellectual capacity is rather astonishing.
When she does feel motivated, Yukari enjoys bringing back the dead and using them for her goals; although sometimes she will use them as means to vent her anger, or she'll beat them for fun. Being one to generally act on her whims, Yukari is unpredictable and difficult to understand.
Background: Sorry dear, but the past is something I don't remember well. What I do remember is something I need not explain.
Extra: Yukari is a bit of a sadist.

1. Introduction to Story
2. Races & Explanations
3. Rules & Character Code
4. World Map
5. NPC & GM Character Profiles
6. Character Profiles <<-You're here!
7. Reserved
8. Reserved
9. Reserved

Reserved for greater good!

Reserved for greater good!

~Final Words~

Here are the last few words I'd like to share.
Maiden of Grallier turned out to be a complicated setting, yet story holds many oppurtunities.
Please play fair, allow other characters to play their turns, write a few words.
It'll be a fun journey, keep your wallets close to yourselves and beware of predators in wild lands.
They tend to like fresh meat quite often.

And HAVE FUN!! :heart:

[[And so, we begin!!!]]


It was a nice, late-summer morning. A soft breeze was leaving a sweet scent of flowers main road was decorated with. Merchants were already openning their stands, goods from all around the world were brought feet of citizens and worldwide visitors.
Around town square exotic scents of tropical fruits, dishes, unknown tastes were surrounding the marble statue of the famous 'Maiden of Grallier'. A woman at her early twenties, with long wavy hair making soft curves down to her knees, a clothing was wrapped around her body as she raised her hands to sky, calling for divine beings.
Inviting curious stomachs and eyes, as further on you approach more mysteries brought from foreign lands were displayed. Perhaps some were true and some were not, but charms and unknown nature of fantasies always attract attention...
A high platform was built on left side of the road from town square to the palace, nobles from other lands were already taking their places on the platform to watch parade that would declare begining of the summer festival, which pinpoint the end of summer and begining of cooler and more relaxed harvesting season.

A short woman gracefully wove her way past the crowds of people, a bundle of food in her arms. She was late, very late, and her boss didn't like it when she was late. 'What are these stupid humans gathered around for?' The woman thought angrily as she dodged another loving couple from bumping into her. She finally got past most of the people and slowed down to a walk. She headed towards the large statue of the Maiden to look for the last ingredient needed for tonight's dish. Why she had to find this stuff was beyond her.

She finally got to a stand looked over by a beautiful woman. The purple-haired girl looked at her array of items until one brightly colored fruit caught her eye. "How much is that?" She asked, pointing to her choice.

A dark, cursed wood grew on the peak of a mountain, a mountain which happened to be right int the middle of an island. A small meadow lay on the peak of this mountain, Imposing trees encircled it, their canopies too thick to let in even a single ray of sunlight, but apparently the flowers in the meadow were completely unaware of their surroundings. They drank in the midday sunlight happily, and were gently waving in the breeze blowing off the ocean. Suddenly a boy materialized out of the shadows and stepped into the meadow. The sun shone on his white hair and glinted eerily off his pale skin. He surveyed his surroundings with an indifferent, yet completely absorbed look, like a child trying to hide how excited he is. He wore no shirt or shoes but his pants were black leather, something you'd only see only on the most evil knight, or a very rich and eccentric noble. The boy grabbed a low branch and swung himself up onto it, then effortlessly jumped and climbed his way to the top. After a quick look around the boy spotted the mainland the the north. He smiled eagerly as a pair of pink bat wings suddenly sprouted from his back, and after a few seconds he launched himself into the air and began to fly towards his chosen destination.

Joaquin parted the flap of his tent to glance out at the preparations for the parade, glad once more that it faced due north for the sun would not shine directly into the tent at any time of day.

He sighed, letting the flap fall shut as he turned away, once more plunging the tent into the pleasant dim lighting from the many candles in tinted glass lamps around the small space. People were merrily bustling around the city square setting things up for the event later. The signs he had foreseen had yet to come to pass. It seemed another dull day of waiting was in order.

Wandering past the partitioning curtain into the area where he slept occasionally, Joaquin began setting up for the day. Choosing two divination decks of the thirteen he had, he brought them out with his bag of rune stones and his crystal ball to arrange them on the small circular table covered in red and gold silk in the main area of the tent. Then he brought out a deep ceramic bowl and emptied a small bag of cinnamon twigs into it. Striking a match, he set the twigs on fire and watched as the fire grew. The fine twigs crackled and burned, their scented smoke permeating the air, and he inhaled deeply despite not needing to breathe before crushing and adding a handful of sage to the fire. He sat down in one of the two chairs at the table, letting the smoke cleanse the air as the herbs burned out.

Finally, the vampire rose, took the bowl of ashes into the back area and set it down in an inobstrusive corner. He sighed once more, bored and out of things to do. As an afterthought, he returned to his seat at the table and began gazing into his crystal ball with great concentration. It wasn't long before a satisfied smile passed his lips for the first time that day.

"It seems I shall have some interesting visitors today..." he murmured in his silken baritone as he turned away from his vision. "I may be entertained yet."

[[Yay ^^ <3 Ok, now I have to explain something about the begining of the RP. Not all characters need to meet each other until you recieve a certain invitation to gather in a specific please. So, enjoy yourselves and take your time :)]]

Servants were busy with tidying up grounds, making last arrangements. All this running and hurrying was soon going to come an end, there was almost half an hour for parade to start, thus summer festival as well. Nobles from foreign lands were paying their visit to Emperor of Ulhavalle, after brief exchanging of words, guestures and presents, all were leaving palace to take their place on the high platform built for them. Emperor himself was going to watch parade on the throne settled in middle of the platform, with a ceremony he would take his place among nobles.

A lady from sun elves, not an ordinary noble from the desert race, Lady Kel'irana Lúthien had came to represent her people. Sun elves and Ulhavalle empire always held peaceful intentions to each other, if not with pure thoughts then for the sake of diplomacy. Lady Kel'irana was one of the eldest leader of the greatest clans of her people. She was an oracle people told as well, she could foretell future and that's how she could lead her clan to glory. She was wearing a gown, a pleasant shade of red silk, embodiered with gold threads. She wore thick gold bracelets on her both arms, her rich look was complete with the elegant tiara she wore on her forehead, the blood red ruby shone with every single source of light fell upon it. She had her white blonde hair tied into a neat ponytail, had caramel colored eyes, holding many mysteries of her long life. She was already hot gossip of the day, it had been quite while since sun elves joined festival with a lady of theirs.

Lady Kel'irana walked silently to platform through castle grounds, aware of those infromations humans spoke of her. Just like her silent and tranquil nature, a group of tall sun elf knights were following her lead a step behind her obediently with a calm manner. One of them was walking almost next to her, closer than the others. That was the guardians' captain, Ginnrol Aeranion. He had noble features of a sun elf, like rest of the group. Somehow he had a different aura though, more casual, confident and perhaps more aware of his surroundings. One could definitely tell difference at first glance, he had respect of his comrades and fandom of his lady.

As Lady stepped closerto platform, he hastened his pace and reached stairs leading up. With a short bow, he turned to his lady.

"Excuse me, m'lady."

Lady Kel'irana smiled as she nodded to knight, he climbed stairs ahead the woman. After a brief glance around, he stepped aside, bowed to sun elf lady as she climbed up as well. Lady gracefully stepped on platform built for them, she looked at view, it was quite impressive. City was seen a little more clearly from up here, it wasn't much but at least she could see almost all main streets, of course thanks to her elven sight she could see the least movement miles ahead. Sun elf lady smiled as she bowed briefly to another noble, young prince of Froncise, they had met on the way to Ulhavalle. As she walked to her seat, Ginnrol nodded to a knight downstairs. Young man climbed up stairs in lightspeed, after recieving a few low voiced orders he nodded with a confident smile. He walked to the other end of platform, smiling to a noble lady while passingby. Now, Ginnrol could take his place beside the lady, relieved a little inside. Elf woman smiled amusedly to her guardian knight.

"Keeping your guard not down for once Ginnrol, are you afraid I would be assasinated here?"

"May such ill fortune never fall upon you m'lady." Knight answered, eyes checking main square.

"You shall never know dearest son." lady answered, sighing. "Like the next sunrise could not be told."

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On main square, crowd was getting thicker, everyone was excited of the parade whch should start anytime soon! A woman was walking in the crowd, wearing a light brown shawl over her shoulders and hooding her head. Her hair was running beneath the thick fabric though, making rivers of chocolate down to her waist. The green, blue dress she wore on was showing quite high tastes, but the trousers she wore was hinting of a traveller, and those boots from thick leather were hinting a warrior.

Isis walked by a stand, where a purple haired girl was holding a trophical fruit. She briefly glanced over the stand and around, then walked by with no interest on what she saw. She had just started walking down to main street, when her feet brought her to the statue of the maiden. Isis looked up, her blue gaze fell upon the beautiful woman, the maiden legends were speaking of, festivals were named for her honor... She sighed, then glanced around her, crowd was moving around her, not noticing her presence. She seemed bored, pouting like a kid, finally she decided that goddess should reveal herself, so she did.

Throwing the shawl from her shoulders, she twisted cloth and tied it around her curvy hips, beneath the belt. This dramatic change revealed a naked pair of shoulders, a dark blue strapped bustier wrapped around her waist and charming features of a heartbreaker, crowned with waves of chocolate falling down. Feeling attention around her started flowing to her way, a playful smile appeared on those crimson lips.

"Ah, it was already time for that."

The sun shone brightly on the busy Market Avenue, the main street of Valkeseiren that ran from one end of the city to the other through the city square. It was called Market Avenue because most of the shops, in particular the ones that were doing well, were all located along this street and all the travelling peddlers and merchants set up their quaint little stalls to sell their various and colourful wares here and in the square. The army was patrolling the street heavily today, no doubt maintaining public order and watching for any sign of threat to the many nobles attending the festival.

Erdaime walked down the street with the bundle of rosemary sprigs she had just bought in her arms and a bag of apples in her hand, blushing at the hollers and whistling from some of the men she passed. Maybe this dress really is too skimpy, she thought, looking down at the flowing light green layers of cloth.

Her last patient, with whom she was currently staying, was a tailor. She had met the plump middle-aged lady sitting on a bench in the city square with the terrible backache the day she had arrived and treated her with some acupuncture and given her a bag of herbs that would help. When the lady heard that she was staying for the festival but had neither lodging plans nor a proper dress to wear to the event, she had decided to house her and give her this dress instead of paying her in gold for her services.
The widow lived above her shop on a street just off Market Avenue, and for tonight, they would be stuffing and roasting some pigeons for the feast. The tradition of the festival held that all food offerings to the Maiden and Goddess would be presented to deity and saint for blessing before being shared among the people as the festival feast, after which the dancing and merrymaking would begin with free-flowing home-brewed beer and mead courtesy of the city's three main taverns, the Hall of Knights, Moonshine Pub and Tavern of the Maiden.

Erdaime looked up at the statue of the Maiden as she passed it in the main square. The beautiful statue had been decorated with wreaths of colourful flowers for the event, and one could really feel the festive air about the city. She looked up to where the nobles would be sitting. Some of them had already taken their places, and among them were a lovely sun elf lady in red and her knight. Even to her well-travelled halfelven eyes, they looked exotic, having the darkest skin tone of elven kind.

Just then, someone bumped into her and she fell to the ground with a loud cry, narrowly managing to save the apples by turning so that they struck her body instead of the stone.

"Watch where you're going, girl!" a burly man with tanned skin and several scars on his face, whom she assumed was the one who had bumped into her, shouted. He had three friends with him, all equally menacing.

"I... I wasn't even moving! I swear! I'm sorry!" she replied, frightened.

"Oh..." The red-haired thug grinned a toothy grin as he looked her over; he was missing a few teeth. "It seems you're quite the looker. I can forgive a pretty thing like yourself...if you'll come keep me company."

His friends laughed, and Erdaime winced.

"I-I...need to be returning... My mother is waiting for these!" she lied desperately.

"Oh? And is your mother the elf or the human?"

"The...the h-human, sir..."

"Feh, then I'm not interested. You come with me," he declared. "Var, carry her along now."

"Yes, boss," his chestnut-haired companion affirmed, heading over to pick her up fireman style.

"No!" she screamed. "Someone, please! Help me!"

Just then, the black-haired friend hit her over the head. The world spun away, and the apples and herbs fell from her hand as Erdaime passed out.

Hideous trio stopped when a seductive yet insulting voice called out, to them apperantly. They turned back to see a charming creature, looking more skilled on art of seduction than most of the women around.

"Hey, scary and not-handsome men!" Isis was walking up to them, smiling like she actually asked them to take her instead. "That's no way to treat a lady."

"Oh really, you sound rude, but appealing to eye. Since it's the festival, we can take both of you." the scar face grinned widely.

"So confident that you can take on me?" woman smiled, stretched her arms to up, she narrowed her eyes. "I'm not that easy you know, my standarts for my ideal partner are quite high. Not afraid you may not meet my expectations?"

And as usual, three men laughed, and Isis was still smiling charmingly as two of them approached to her, scar face and the black haired one. It happened so fast, before anyone could react, woman bended over and landed a strong punch to the man. With a low swung kick she landed Mr.Scarface on ground, moaning. And before the other one could get his hands on her she rose up on her feet with an uppercut, leaving him falling on his knees as he held his chin. She turned around to look at third man, who was almost petrified, still holding girl's arm in mid air.

"Leave her, pretty face." she said, with a dangerously charming, confident smile.

"You son of a-.."

Lady glanced at the guy, the one with scars all over his face whom she landed on ground shortly before. He was getting up, not losing time, she kicked him in the face. With same leg, she then Isis kicked on a soft spot between the legs. Leaving the leader lost in paint and whining like a big baby, she glanced over the tall man, who was crying with pain, apperantly his jaw was broken. Being satisfied, she walked to man holding girl on his shoulder, he quickly dropped poor girl and shielded himself behind her. Meanwhile taking out a knife he backed a little, he placed blade on girl's delicate neck.

"Do-don't come any closer biatch!!" he shouted spreading saliva around.

Expression on woman's face changed dramatically then, she wore an anxious face, looking behind the guy.

"Ah, please help, they're trying to kidnap my sister?!!" she called out to guards, who seemed to appear just in time. "He's trying to kill her!"

One guard glanced victim then Isis, he looked at his comrade who was already in stance of defense.

"Sister?"

"We don't look alike, right? People always say that." she said sheepishly, waving a hand to them. "But you'd help us, right?"

"Release the girl so no harm will come to anyone!!" was the only warning from guards.

"No... harm???" the moaning scar face exclaimed weakly, still not fully recovered yet. "My future... just ended!!Grrhh..."


[[[XDDDD I had so much fun =D Didn't take much time to edit as I was afraid =P]]]

Joaquin paced the small expanse of the tent, restless. There was some commotion outside the tent, but he didn't see any reason to get involved. After all, it was daylight now, and it wasn't worth the unpleasantness of being in the sun. He sighed, spreading his current favourite Tarot deck on the table and randomly drawing one.

The Tower. Change. The end of false beliefs and illusions. Plunging into the unknown. Loss of stability.

The vision he had seen was soon at hand. When will the signs come, the skies darken and monsters rain upon the splitting earth? he wondered. The present century had been nothing but dull so far; one needs a change, some excitement, if one is to live forever. He sighed once more, gathering the cards and shuffling them before replacing them neatly on the table.

Turning, he slipped into the back area to lie upon the thick carpet there. Perhaps he would nap to pass the time while waiting for a customer.

[[Sorry guys, but I'm in mood and I'll be posting. We're taking things slow and having fun, seeking for fun, so don't feel left out when you see quite a few posts rolled after another. :)
I tend to write posts of doom and enjoy doing so ^^ accidently luen seems to like that as well(yay!! :heart: ) so I can't help it!!! XD]]


"Ahem... let me get this straight, you... knocked those two on your own, miss?"

Guards have already packed nuisances and they were heading their way to dungeons, to be judged later on. Now one of them was asking the concious victim(!) about the scene previously unfold. She had sat on a bench behind the bazaar stands, the unconcious girl was laying on bench next to Isis, her head resting on woman's laps. Isis smiled, her clear blue eyes were shining with a glimpse of mischevie.

"I'm not a damsel in distress kind sir, I prefer being the knight for myself." Isis smiled confidently to guard. "If you don't mind I would like to take care of my sister now. Thank you for your help."

"Thank you for your coorporation, and... hope your sister recovers soon." man nodded, with a short bow he turned around and joined leaving troops.

Isis watched them leave, her hand gently caressing soft raven hair. She looked down to girl, wondering when she'll wake up. Then she remembered her possessions, she untied a small porch hung on her belt, beneath the dust colored shawl. Her hand fished in the small bag, even half of her hand should be barely getting in the small bag, with much ease her arm went down almost to her elbow. After a while, she took out a small bottle, smiled with shining eyes realising she found what she was looking for. Isis untapped small bottle and waved it to girl's nose. After a moment or two, smell alerted halfelf's senses and she frowned with a disturbed face. Seeing her "sister" was waking up, Isis smiled, tapping bottle as she put it back.

"Good morning sunshine." she said sweetly.

[[Hm... I'll stick with her usual personality for now. XD]]

Erdaime stirred as familiar scents assailed her senses. "Camphor, eucalyptus and clove," she recited from memory. The doctor who raised her often used to test her by blindfolding her and making her identify herbs by scent alone, so she had learned to recognize and remember the aroma of almost every herb by heart.

Speaking of herbs... "My things!!" Erdaime sat up abruptly with a loud cry, eyes flying open as she suddenly realized that she wasn't holding anything anymore, inadvertently bumping her head into something. Or rather someone. Someone who now didn't look too pleased.

"Um...I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Please forgive me!" the half-elf pleaded, immediately launching into a series of apologies. "I'm really, really sorry..." Suddenly, she paused, realizing that she must have had her head on the woman's lap. "Eh...um... Who are you, madame?" she finally thought to ask.

Isis rubbed her forehead, chuckled nervously. The girl had a gift with clumpsiness, she looked at her, showing a wide charming smile.

"Your knight in shining armor." she answered, seeing confused expression of girl's blushed face, Isis chuckled. "Isis, Isis of Meadows, as some call me. I happened to witness those cavemen's manners and alerted guards, they're in a place far from our sight." she offered her hand for a handshake.

"I'm afraid those are what guards could collect so far. Some of the herbs might be missing and a few apples..." she added, nodding to the bag of apples, which seemed to be in one piece, rosemaries were tucked in and on the apples. "You have a sharp nose, a herbalist I assume?"

"Oh... Oh... Thank you so very much!" Erdaime bowed to her rescuer. "Yes, I'm a herbalist." She smiled sweetly. "I hope the apples aren't too bruised... Oh, um..." She began searching her clothes for something, producing a tiny ointment jar from amid the mass of folds several moments later. "Here, I made this ointment from matricaria, arnica and witch hazel. It should help with any bruising I might have caused." She removed the cover and dabbed some of the yellowish ointment on Isis' forehead and her own. "I always carry this around because I'm a bit of a klutz, you see," she continued with a nervous chuckle. "You must get muscle pains, headaches, dizziness or nausea quite a lot if you're carrying that oil mixture around with you at all times." A hand flew to her mouth in alarm. "Ah, oh my! I apologize. I'm babbling again. It's none of my business. I'm sorry... Here." She replaced the cover on the ointment jar and held it out to Isis. "Please take this as my thanks and apology. I can always make some more. I'm sure you'll find it useful," she finished, gathering whatever remained of the rosemary sprigs and apples with her other hand.

"Ah, that wasn't necessary." she said, touching her forehead, she couldn't feel ache at all. "And don't worry about it darling, if you live the life of a nomad then injuries are bound to happen. Once in a while at least..."

She accepted girl's gift, she wondered if the airhead could actually calm down at all. She looked in a hurry, not that she was in hurry really, it seemed like nature of the girl. Besides she looked tensed, Isis was a little curious of her. She seemed interesting, not enough for her to dig more into her though. It was a getting harder each day to find a person that would intrigue her senses and feelings, and it had been so long since Isis met such a person. She tossed bottle in her endless porch then tied it up.

"Sorry sunshine, I couldn't catch your name." lady added with a charming smile.

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Ginnrol's hazel eyes were fixated on the commotion took place on town square, which was not much far from platform. It was impressive to see a mere human female could fight equally; to be honest she was actually surpassing their strentgh, speed and skills. He could expect same endurance from a mountain elf, though this woman seemed perfectly human from head to toe. The unconcious girl though, was obviously a halfelf and a wood elf blood was in her as far as he could tell.

After guards took charge, he watched until both human woman and halfelf girl disappeared from his sight. When he turned his gaze, he heard a silent chuckle next to him. Ginnrol looked at his lady instinctly, even though it was a muffled laughter, voice of his lady was distinguishable.

"M'lady?"

"It's just a delightful experience to see you behaving like an ordinary young man."

"My... apologies m'lady, I'm lost in your words."

Lady Kel'irana looked up to young knight, in his bronze armor, his hair shining beneath sunlight like liquid gold, piercing hazel eyes on his tanned skin; he looked dreamily for most people surely. She had often wondered why Ginnrol never showed interest on a woman or man at all. It was saddenning to see he has devoted his life to his duty. She gave a bitter smile to her knight, not sure if he was aware of these as well.

"I had a brief feeling that, you did show interest in a lady. Were I wrong?"

"If it wouldn't be bold, judging by what may I ask?"

"A feeling... Or a foolish wish of mine, to be honest. Let it go, shall we?" lady said thoughfully, watching crowd beneath them.

Ginnrol frowned, he didn't have slightest clue of what his lady meant at all! Was she suggesting that human woman? It was well known, alves didn't show interest on humans, there were expections of course but it was a well known fact. How could she think of it?

"I had no such intentions m'lady, my place is next to you." he said in a low voice, still watching horizon.

It was only a sight he got from the lady. Dancers were gathering behind castle gates, it was only depending on emperor's arrival, the begining of festival.

Fia bargained the fruit with the lady until she was able to get it at a good price. 'The boss better pay me back for all of this.' She thought as she walked down the crowded street. She passed the many arrays of shops and stands until her eye caught a tent. 'Hm... I've never seen that before.' She thought before looking up into the sky. The sun showed that she had enough time to explore. 'I'm pretty bored, so I guess I'll check it out.' Fia thought and headed for the tent.

When she got there, Fia opened the flap and blinked. The room was dimly lit, but her angelic eyes could still see clearly in the dark room. "Uh... Hello?" She called out.

[[Damn, I shouldn't have used one account for each character. Now I can't post for the other one until someone else posts again. So much for avoiding confusion. =3 You know what? Just switch both characters to this account, Valendra. XD"]]

Joaquin rose at the sound of approaching footsteps, pulling his hood over his head to conceal his features. It wasn't long before a young lady called, "Uh...Hello?"

He stepped out from behind the curtain partition to greet the customer with a slight bow. "Welcome," he said softly in his velvety baritone as he took in the lady's appearance. She was a petite girl with short indigo hair and green eyes. And then he caught the scent of of her blood, and honestly said the first thing that came to mind. "You're neither human nor elf. Seeking answers in an endless lifetime?" he asked with mild amusement.

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[[By the way, Erdaime was raised in Des'Lariel by a wood elf doctor, but her biological parents are mountain elf and east human. XD"]]

"My name?" Erdaime blinked. "Oh yes. I never told you. Well, um... I don't know my real name, but the name my caretaker gave me is Erdaime, Erdaime Morganel," she answered with a smile, hand gripping her purchases a little more tightly. "I apologize if I seem to be in a hurry, but I really need to be bringing these back so we can prepare for the festival tonight." She rose to her feet. "Thank you very much for rescuing me! I can't imagine what would have happened had you not been there. I really need to try not to get into trouble so much! There's not much time left, so I really must be going. Once again, thank you so very, very much!!" She bowed politely before turning and hurrying off back to the tailor's house, narrowly avoiding tripping over her skirt on the way.

"You're late, cherie. Hand those apples over, so I can start chopping them," the older woman greeted as Erdaime arrived at the top of the stairs from where the tailor had just finished chopping onions in the small kitchen.

"I...I'm sorry," the half-elf replied, handing the fruits over. "I was at...harassed on the way back. Thankfully, a nice lady came to my rescue."

"Tsk, you should be more careful, girlie. There are all kinds of bad people out there," the red-haired human said reproachfully, taking the bag from her.

"I really try... I'll chop the rosemary and mix it with the orange blossom honey," she volunteered, quickly moving to help. "Oh, the nobility have already begun taking their seats. I saw the representative from the Sun Elves. They're such exotic people. She is very beautiful!"

"You're one to talk about exotic looks. I don't suppose you've seen anyone looking quite like yourself?"

"Uh..." Erdaime faltered. It was certainly true that she hadn't seen anyone that looked like her anywhere in Des'Lariel and Ulhavalle.

"Well, I suppose you see why we must make haste with our preparations. Quickly now, let's get cooking!"

Harren's flight to the mainland had only taken about 2 hours, a short flight for him, and upon landing he was immediately enthralled by the wondrous sights all around him. He no longer tried to reign in his enthusiasm and had dashed from stall to stall, looking at everything excitedly. Everything was so bright and new, the colors the fragrances the textures, so many things to experience and he had to fit all of it into 600 years. He hadn't noticed that he was dressed oddly until a clothing vendor offered him a thin grey shirt to cover himself with, for he was only wearing pants. As he pulled the shirt on he noticed a tent that advertised a tarot reader. Harren had heard stories of beings who possessed the power of foresight with the help of enchanted objects, and Tarot cards were the most common in these stories. The lure of confirming such tales for himself was too much to pass up. Harren began to slowly walk the few feet between him and the door to the tent, listening to the voices inside.