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In Character Boards / In Character Board / A mess of papers
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on: May 07, 2005, 06:18:43 am
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*You see papers, maps, and books scattered on the floor. Careful you almost slipped in a puddle of ink. You hear someone sobbing over by a pile of books.*
*Sobs* What am I to do? I have all these maps to go through and work on *pushes the stack of books to the floor*. This is way too much for me to handle. *Sobs* Where am I to start? *She picks up two maps and begins to shread them* My eyes hurt from all this reading. I know this is a way I can help secure the future of the Baronship and the soldiers that guard it so well. *Puts her hands to her face and weeps*
*Obviously distraut and in need of immediate rest, she continues to leaf through the tomes to pin point the correct coordinates.*
No. No. No sleep for me yet. Dry my eyes and keep working. I will get these....Ouch! *A thin slit of blood trickles from her finger and drips onto the map*
*Your noble heart can't stand seeing the young girl with so much grief. But what can you do? You have to pull duty in a couple of hours, set up a blockade, fight some thieves, or a cadre, this is her problem. You leave the same way you came, as she sobs on the littered floor.*
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In Character Boards / Character Profiles / Derek Battail
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on: May 01, 2005, 06:04:44 pm
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It is my pleasure to announce that another Elvin has joined the ranks of the Barronship. He is Derek Battail. He has come along way to help and aid us in our battles. He is honorable and will not fight other members without just cause. He fights for the weak and helpless.
- I enjoy all things. My favorite is the light within all beings.
Derek Battail
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In Character Boards / Character Profiles / Ellis Elfwood
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on: February 25, 2005, 06:29:25 am
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Race: Elvin
Age: 19 years (human equivalent)
Name: Ellis
All I remember about my life was being found by an animal tamer called Trinity Castiel. She nursed me back to health and told me how she found me. The bodies of ratmen and orcs littering the ground around my limp body. My past, family, friends, a personal identity lost in the mist. I went to many different sages to learn of my past and culture, unfortunately I was nothing more but an enigma to them. Tired of being pinched and poked with quills and sneared under crooked noses, I ran. I found myself talking to a member of BoC, Guy De Servant. I needed some direction and a cure to my loneliness. Awkward with memories, but confident in my freedom of being, I try to make my way in this world.
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