It seems a lot of people have left, if not everybody that saddens me.  Especially because I decided to try and pop in again..

*Trials have been retrieved from a endless mound of reports*

Kyte: Bwahaha kas has told me how you always run off to the pub!

Hoagie: "Always" Pah! Makes me sound like some kind of alcoholic!

Kyte: We know you uni kids

Hoagie: I don't drink much!

Kyte: just a few gallons?

Hoagie: Less
         
Hoagie: On a night out, probably 2/3 pints max

Kyte: couple gallons?

Hoagie: No! 3/8 of a gallon max

Kyte: 3 sets of 8 gallons?

Hoagie: Stop BULLYING ME

Kyte: ...

Hoagie: Who the hell could drink/afford 24 gallons anyway

Kyte: who can afford 6 livers?

Hoagie: Bill Gates

Kyte: Hrmm true..

Hoagie: I bet he just has a massive pile of them

Kyte: and a private surgical team

Hoagie: Wish i had my own surgical team, I'd get so much awesome stuff done

Kyte: I would get hydraulics and neons
         ...in my pants

Hoagie: Spinning rims?
             ( I am so, so sorry)

Kyte: LMAO!

*Bump* Under the name of Brad

Yeah, I've always thought that the chruch was a fun part of the guild.. Especially since other guilds fear the mighty covian church.. as i played with Kyte, he maybe not follow the avatarian faith.. but when he saw a churchie he corrected his manners, and sure 'acted' like he did, and it also gave him a chance to try and hunt down 'blasphemers' with the church.. which lead to some awesome RP expierence!

Could be your computer/internet connection mate, because when I attempted it loaded right up.

... I blame the Russian language.. its making me retarded..

[Name:]

Name:   Kyte *last name is unkown*

Age:23

Background:
       Kyte grew up in the woods north of Minoc.  He didn't know his mother, because he was stole away from his father for unknown reasons.  He was raised by his father his whole life, and cut off from the rest of humanity for they lived in a wood cottage far away from any population.  He father wasn't a bad man he taught Kyte how to survive out in the wilds, he was taught how to gather wood, cook, build small shelters, and hunt.

         Shortly after he turned 18 his father got fatally ill.  Kyte tried to save his father but only knowning little about herbs (another thing his father taught him) failed to cure him.  As his father was breathing his lasts breaths he told Kyte "Head south.. and make a better life than I did.." Kyte didn't know what he ment and tried itterogating his father further, but to no avale his father passed into Avatars arms.

Kyte obeyed his father and headed south. 

        Kyte was completely ill-prepared.  Torn apart by his father's death and not knowing anything about the outside world.  He didn't know about jobs, money, royalty, nobles, economy, services, beasts, alcohal or even women!

       For living in the middle of the woods Kyte kept himself well hygened, not only that but he is extremely handsom.  While he wondered south he passed by Minoc and Vesper, both places astonished him, but terrified him at the same time, so he complete avoided them.  It was when he was journying through the woods near cove when he was attacked by some savage Orcs.  He was being attacked and he didn't know how to defend himself.  He evaded them as he was used to walking through dense wood due to his raising in the woods.  He ran, he ran the best he could but it seemed like they wouldn't give up the persuit.  He was running so fast he got careless and landed face first into the dirt.  He turned on his back to realise that the orcs were right there.. standing over him ready to skin him alive.  Then the orc raised his axe and when all hope seemed lost he heard a voice...

? ? ?:What are you doing?! Hurry and help that man!!

The orcs turned to late they were already be slashed, stabbed, and smashed by men in dark armor.. Before he realised it, it was all over.  He layed there looking up at the man who called the order, a big man in with iron platemail arms on..

? ? ?:You alright there sir..? *he said as he helped Kyte to his feet*

Kyte: Aye.. Thank you.. w..wh..who are you?

? ? ?: The name's Hoagie I'm a  proud Dragoon in the Covian Army, and you almost bit it right there! *insert some lame joke here..*

Kyte:



*To be continued*

*OOC: Not done yet! :OOC*

Tis a shame to see one who's been in awhile go.

But take care mate.

Cheers

[anything]

If yeh need anything done, just contact me!

~*Signed*~
         Kyte,
             Bartender

OOC: Nice Report Bud! :OOC

H'lo there fine citizens!  I recently came into some money.. And I wish to have a couple items..

the list is...

A Suit of Studden leather armor including a Hood
(OOC: If they could be high resists that would be grand willing to pay a good price for it. :OOC)

A Verite Battle Axe

A Verite Cutlass

A Verite Ornate Axe

A Verite Longsword

A Verite Broadsword

(OOC: For these weapons if I could get them with 40% DI and Normal coloring, not verite :OOC)

Thanks for your help!

*Singed in Handsom Writing*
        Kyte, Barman

Hello Tailors!

I'm in need of some more.. 'classy' clothing.  I nay would like to goto some social gathering in my dust covered Traveling clothes!  I beh the dashing young man that works at the Green Goblin, Some of my preferences on the clothing is, Black and white and with a dashing kind of hat to suit myself!  I will pay nicely to for the work done.

*~Signed~*
     Kyte,
        Barman

OOC: If you need to reach me icq me at 231 241 335 :OOC

An eletric lute and violin would work better in this case..

In the days of old,
where knights were bold,
and toilets were not invented,
they left their load,
upon the road,
and walked away contented!

*~Signed~*
            Kyte

Har! Tha's a good one there..

*Nods unsteadily, and walks away drunkenly*

I got the ale, if you name the place.  I'm sure I can contribute somehow just tell me what I need to do!

I will probably need to find a tailor for some clothes a little more 'dressy' though for this banquet.

*~Signed~*
       Kyte