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[John Keats]

Tenkte jeg skulle lage en tråd der alle kan dele historier dere liker med hverandre siden mange liker å lese slikt Jeg kan starte med to stykker jeg har skrevet de siste dagene, om en karakter jeg har på Moonglade- EU.

 

 

 

The tale of Viccky

 

Life before death.

 

 

 

Viccky's life began 17 years before the fall of Lordaeron. She was the daughter of a quite succsessful politician in the capital of Lordaeron.

 

Her grandfather was a mage of the Kirin Tor, she herself had the blood of a sorcerer and quickly gained interest for her grandfathers work. Although her father wanted her to be a succsessful politician, she found it to be a rather dull task.

 

Not all was well within the Kirin Tor. Her grandfather and a group of other wizards had discovered that one of the adept wizards had been performing necromancy in the basements of Dalaran. His name was Kel'Thuzad. The group of wizards set up magical enchantments in Kel'Thuzads basement to show the Kirin Tor what he was doing. As a result of this, Kel'Thuzad was banished from the Kirin Tor, forever to wander the frozen wastes of Northrend until his day of death.

 

The Kirin Tor would reward the band of wizards for this, but at the time of the ceremony, the small group had mysteriously dissappeared.

 

At this time, Viccky was a 15 year old girl. When her father dicovered her grandfather was missing, he and her mother made up a story to scare Viccky away from the path of the arcane. They told her that her grandfather had turned to the dark arts and therefor had been executed, a lie they both knew was far from the truth.

 

Viccky however, did not believe that her grandfather would do such a thing. She began to search in librarys and in her grandfathers office inside the Kirin Tor. What truth she found shocked her. It appeared that her grandfather had left her a message right before he had dissappared. What she could read from her grandfathers last words was that he had been trapped inside his office in darkness, unable to find a way out. The necromancer kel'thuzad had on several occasions left messages for him in runes, apprently the same thing happened to the others wizards assisting in Kel'Thuzad’s capture.

 

His last message held the words:

 

"Might be that I shall forever be trapped in darkness, but you my beloved Vic, shall know that the path to light is sometimes a dark one"

 

This note was attached to a book named "Demonology and the Art of Shadows"

 

Viccky grabbed the book and ran scared home. There she started to read and learn from the book. She quickly discovered that it held the art of how to control demons and how to conjure the darkest of shadows to use as an assistance. She was a quick learner and at the age of 17, she was already quite a skilled shadowmage, also called Warlock within the Kirin Tor.

 

 

 

 

It was late at night, Viccky woke up from a terrible scream, it was her father screaming from outside in the garden. She lit a candle and gazed out the window of her room. What she saw shocked her. Brill was being overrun by foul creatures. Appearing human, but looking as if they were rotting away alive. There were people running in every direction, houses was burning and the towns alarm-bell was ringing. She hid beneath her desk, holding her grandfathers book close to her chest while the foul ghouls ripped people apart outside her window. She was too frightened to do anything, she just sat there and didnt even breathe.

Suddenly the door slammed open and the ghouls came rumbling into the house, they quickly caught the smell of her and her family and she watched her mother and two brothers get thorn to shreds in front of her eyes.

She quickly got up, suddenly filled with courage, she shouted at the ghouls to come and get her while her hands sparkled with black clouds. The ghouls ran towards her now, screaming and waving their huge claws at her, but she jumped to the right as the first ghoul came crashing into the wall right next to her with terrible force, she could hear the crush of bones. She got up and lauched a powerful bolt of dark magic at it.

The ghoul fell on the floor, moaning in pain, before finally imploding in a gory rain of black blood.

 

She let out a tiny smile and gazed upon the pile of bone lying before her.

Then suddenly she felt the taste of blood in her mouth and an immense pain from her chest. She looked down and discovered another ghoul had just pierced her chest with a giant claw.

She could hear the ghould breathe heavily and make some gurgling sounds.

 

Then everything turned black.

 

 

 

 

She jumped up into a sitting position, discovered she had been lying face down in the mud.

She looked around, but all she could see was the endless cemetarys of Brill.

As she gasped for air, she discovered that the refreshing feeling of drawing breath was gone, she was dead. She looked at her hands and saw her skin were in a light blue color instead of the usual peach-color that she was used to.

She sat there in shock, but felt no fear.

 

A slim man in light platearmor and a broadsword came walking upr to her and told her how glad he was that she made it through death.

She stood up, turned around and looked into his faintly yellow glowing eyes, then asked him if she were one of the scourge now.

 

He replied in a calm voice and told her they were not a part of the scourge, but they had been turned into undead by the plague.

 

“Lady Sylvanas freed you herself” he said. She is rallying those most worthy to fight against the Scourge.. And our freedom. Seems like you proved yourself worthy by studying your grandfathers books.

“You knew my grandfather!?”, she shouted.

“I did at one time, I worked as a bodyguard for the wizards of Dalaran, but I was a covard and a fool to flee when the Scourge launched their invasion.”

 

He streched out his hand for her, making a gesture to tell her to follow him..

“I know what you are thinking, you wonder where the book from your grandfather is.. Dont worry, we have Warlocks here with a lot more capability to teach you the dark arts that what you could ever have learned from that book”.

 

As they walked through the cemetary towards Brill, he told her about the pact Lady Sylvanas had made with Warchief Thrall, the alliance known as The Horde wich they now were a part of.

 

“As the newest members of the horde, we will strike back at the Scourge. We have established a stronghold beneath the ruins of Lordaerons former capital.”

 

Viccky suddenly felt as if her grandfather had know all the time, he had left her the book because he wanted Viccky to be ressurected as an undead of the Forsaken, and from there on battle the forces of the ruthless Scourge.

 

 

 

And from that day on, she was a Warlock of the Forsaken, serving the lady of the Undercity, she was determined to stop the Scourge and to find a clue about what happened to her grandfather.

[John Keats]

The tale of Viccky

 

The Pumpkin theft

 

 

It was a late and foggy evening. Thick mist surrounded the housings of Brill and the newest member of the Forsaken, Viccky, walked down the muddy main street of Brill, reflecting on the thoughts that she was now one of the forsaken, a being superior to what she had been while in the state of life. She had the ability to run without getting tired, to dive without having to catch breath, and she could see as good in night as in daylight.

 

While in her deepest thoughts, Viccky suddenly realized that there was this man, who had been walking alongside her for the past couple of minutes without her knowing. She stopped and faced the man. He had pale skin and his eyes were glowing with a bright yellow light, much like cat-eyes but with a more unatural glow to them.

 

“Allow me to present myself.. “ He said calmy. “I’m Deathguard Simmer.. Bodyguard of Magistrate Sevren here in Brill..”

 

He stopped for a while and gazed towards the Town Hall.

 

“Look... I dont want to sound rude, but the Magistrate doesn’t like your kind.. He never had the powers to master arcane or shadowy magic himself, so you may find it to be a bit diffucult to be accepted here..”

 

He let out a long drawn sigh..

 

“Although I am his bodyguard, I am more loyal to the Lady than to that guy. He run this town into dust by keeping the guards for his own protection rather than as a defense at the border to the plaguelands.. And this is where you come in Viccky.”

 

Viccky looked at him with a questioning look on her face and asked what the Lady required of her.

 

“You see..” Deathguard Simmer continued. “There is an apothecary here in town, right past the stables. He might not be one of the strongest in terms of mastering magic, but he do indeed have some marvellous talents for Alchemy.. He may have some work for you wich may please the Lady..”

 

Deathguard Simmer placed his hand on her shoulder and let out a smile. Then he hid his face deep inside his black cloak before dissapearing into the mist. Viccky stood alone in Brill near the blacksmith. There were no sound to be heard except for the frequent screams of giant bats in the nearby woods. She knew that in her life, she would have been terrified, but now she just stood there quietly and listened.

 

But she couldnt just stay here, she had something important to do. A task appointed to her by the lady herself.

 

Quickly she headed towards the stables in the southern end of the town. Her pace quickened as she got closer. The sounds of the horses could be heard as she moved closer. When at the stables she stopped, gazed in awe at the huge skeletal horses covered with green and purple silken clothing to cover their bones, and huge iron shields bearing the symbol of the Forsaken on its side. They were being held in place by two enormous chains to prevent them from breaking free.

 

It was really amazing how the plague had managed to turn once common horses used in the field for helping with the harvest, into these monstrous beings with a dark pink light shining from their eyes.

 

But this was not the time for horses, she was so close to the apothecary now.. Through the window she could see a man in dark robes bent over some bottles containing some sort of liquid. She moved closer. The house was quite small and definately not in a good shape. Its south wall bending out in a curve, clearly showing signs of water damage.

 

She stepped up before the front-door and lifted her hands slowly and steadily. With a determined motion she moved her hand and knocked three times on the door. She could hear a vial being put violently down on the table and she could hear footsteps inside aproaching the door.

She took a step back as the door handle got pulled down and the door swung open. The man inside were wearing a long black robe embroded with golden symbols that obviously represented his family’s social position.

On top of his head he had a green and black pointy hat with a golden trim, matching his robe.

He looked old and tired. Although undead, she could clearly see he could have good use of some rest

.

He took a deep breath, looked silently up and down her face before finally saying:

“I can sense you wield demonic powers, you must be the warlock that I expected.. Tell me.. What was your name again dear girl?”, “Its Vic... Viccky..” She said fast.

“Oh right, that was it.. Memory is not as good as it have been in my younger days.” he said.

 

She stepped inside the house and the old alchemist closed the door behind her and locked it. He then took a big blue book down from the shelf and opened it. “Page 204, thats it.. This book states that a the necromancers of the scourge used a highly toxic poison to turn the living into undead.. If we could only get this poison for our own.. “ Viccky opened her mouth in awe, “But.. but.. Do you propose we raise more Scourge?”

The alchemist closed the book and looked at her.

“No.. The power to bind beings to us is only known by lady Sylvanas and a few other chosen.. The toxin will simply destroy whoever gets infected by it..” He stopped and looked at a dead rat on his desk.

“This rat died while drinking a pumpkin mixture I made. If we could produce it in large amounts and distribute it to the Scarlet Crusade members determined to wipe out our town, then we would get a real test of what the Forsaken is capable of.”

 

Viccky smiled, she had never liked the Scarlet Crusade, they were too religious, believed everyone without the Scarlet tabard to be minions of the Scourge. If she could be of help to get rid of them, she would gladly assist.

 

“I want you.. To get some pumpkins from the farm to the west of here, near the village of Deathknell.. If you can bring me ten of those pumpkins, then I can make enough poison to do a large scale test.. Now go and get me some of them..“

 

Viccky was already gone when the alchemist were finnished speaking. On her way down the road with her cloak tightly covering her face, and keeping her out of sight in the darkness of the night.

She had only walked for about ten minutes, then she saw lights nearby. It came from the farmers who inhabited the farm.. She knew the people there, they were cowards who ran away when the Scourge came instead of fighting like the rest. Now, with the protection of the Scarlet Crusade, they had returned to their farms, foolish as they were.

She sneaked past the house, beneath the window. She could hear laughter inside, children listening to their bedtime stories, and the men sat in a corner talking.

She hurried past the house, careful not to get heard. The pumpkin-field were close now. She were standing in it. Quickly she took a pumpkin and put it in a basket she found in the field.

She quickly moved to the next one, and in no time the basket was full of delicious pumpkins.

Viccky was just about to leave when a man stepped out of the house.

 

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He yelled. Viccky turned around and dropped the basket, preparing to channel dark magic towards him.

“Oh god.. You are an undead!”

She could hear him shout. She whispered some words in a demonic tongue, and her hands got covered in thick shadows, she spoke more on the demonic language, now yelling. Dark purple sparkes emerged from her hands and mixed with the black, creating a terrifying skull of shadows.

“Agol aguruza!” she yelled, and the skull launched from her hands with an immense speed towards the man, with black clouds in its wake. The human stood there, terrified for a few moments before dropping lifeless on the ground with a little bang.

 

She quickly picked up the basket, put her cloak over her head and ran into the woods, heading for Brill, while the other men ran out of the house to check what had just happened.

 

She let out a smile and gave herself a pleasant thought that she had just killed a human. A being wich she would have done anything to protect before. But no longer. She served a much greater force now. The forsaken, and as one of them she could truly find her path.

[gamer73]

hehe artig...en liten psyko jente med varig svekkede sjelsevner:) Minner litt om varg vikernes eller greven som han også kalles

[DaXoN]

du suger til og skrive

 

 

Hehe neida konge fortelling:=) *venter på mere*

[Theoneask]

Utrulig bra skreve, stå på

Vil gjerne lese meir etter kvert. God avkobling frå eksamen pensum.

[John Keats]

Utrulig bra skreve, stå på

Vil gjerne lese meir etter kvert. God avkobling frå eksamen pensum.

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skriver så fort karakteren min gjør noe spennende

[Lycantrophe]

A tale of a life stealer

 

Part I

The Deathguard and Naamah

 

Acatosh walked slowly towards Brill. He ignored the plaguehounds that constantly tried to bite him, as they felt that their territory had been offended. He just waved his arms and waited for them to let go.

- The hour is here, he thought when he saw the Zeppelin Tower arise on top of the hill. It had been a long walk from Silverpine, and he was tired, but this landmark gave him new strength.

- The hour is finally here.

 

One of Brill’s Deathguards ran towards the character on top of the hill. He had a broad, but short blade in his right hand and a lantern in his left. He saw that this walking creature was being attacked by a plaguehound and swung his sword towards the little demon to either kill it or just make it leave of fright. He had a short breath before he looked upon the one walking towards the city he swore to guard. The face was hooded, and the shoulders wrapped in a long, wide cloak. It was dark, but when he lifted his lantern he could see two eyes beneath the hood, and tried to read anything from them, without success. The Deathguard quickly saw down. He noticed a small text written on the robe this stranger wore. He read it silently for himself:

“Embrace the Shadow”. The Deathguard grew suspicious. He started to ask this character:

- Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you on your way to Brill? Show yourself!

 

The stranger did not answer at first. The Deathguard moved his hand slowly towards his sword, which he had sheathed. The Deathguard looked up as he heard a crackling sound. He quickly looked up and saw some small pieces of flame from the left side of the cloaked characters legs. A voice said:

- I would not do that, if I were you. Pagrin! Stop! The flames suddenly vanished. The voice spoke again:

- I will answer your questions. I am Acatosh De’Vantes Naamah, and yes, I am on my way to Brill. I have someone that I shall meet at the town hall there. The character removed his hood and showed his face. The long hair fell loose down the chest of the magician. He bowed graciously and asked quickly:

- My lord, may I ask for your name and aid? Acatosh peered around. He could not let his eyes rest as it started raining. The small raindrops constantly took his attention. The Deathguard, evidently embarrassed by this event, spoke with soft voice completely different from what he had given the stranger just moments earlier:

- Good sir, I did not mean to offend you. I am Koilf, and work as a guard in Brill. What can I help you with?

- I am honoured to meet you, Koilf, and I do not feel offended. I know I am close, as I recognise this tower, but from here I do not know the way to Brill. Can you show me?

- Well, good sir, of course I can! After all, it is my hometown! Come now, come now, I’ll lead the way!

 

Acatosh started following the guard with the lantern, singing silently for himself on one of his songs from his childhood. He remembered the sunny days he had locked himself in his secret hole in the basement, reading forbidden books and playing with forbidden arts. Those times have passed, he said to himself. That is not important now.

 

After ten minutes of walking he saw the first lights of the small town Brill. He quickly hooded himself again, to hide his face from any possible spy. But after all, no special attention was shown to him as he walked through the town. Acatosh looked around. Except me and the Deathguard, there are three more in the stallions. He closed his eyes and focused. In short periods he felt the energies pour out of the area around him and into his very own mind. It became more and more intense, nearly to a state of pain, before he slowly entered a trance. He fell down to his knees, feeling the energies moving between him and the world around him, slowly enhancing them. Koilf heard the noise and quickly ran back towards the kneeling Warlock. As he ran he saw the character slowly rising, looking directly at him. The yellow glow from under the hood shaded into a deep, purple colour. Koilf stopped running and froze frightened, gazing at Acatosh.

 

Acatosh slowly stood up from his knees, and spoke:

- Let’s continue. Show me to the town hall. Koilf nodded and continued to move. Acatosh took a deep breath and followed the Deathguard.

 

Acatosh entered the illuminated halls of the Brill town hall. He looked around, seeing a lot of people drinking, writing or discussing whether or not they should split the guts or boil the captive night elves. He took off his cloak and hung it up on a chair near the west wall. He walked inside the hall, losing more and more attention, and removed his hood. He looked around to find the one he was looking for. He waved and said:

- Good evening, my lord Loezadrim. I have finally arrived.

- Sir Naamah! Greetings! I have waited for about a week now, what took you so long? the small undead asked.

- There is a long walk from Silverpine Forest to Brill, you know that yourself. I have nothing to aid me and some gnomes got a bit annoying on the way. I had to dispatch them. But let us not dwell on my travels. What did you summon me here for? Acatosh looked wondering on the little undead in front of him. He had a wide grin on his face.

- Acatosh, I have done some research. You were not supposed to exist this healthy right now.

 

Orker ikke skrive mer nå, oppdateres nok senere.

[John Keats]

Dritbra Gleder meg til å lese mer, du avslutta så spennende på den..

[Lycantrophe]

Part II

A rare gift

Acatosh blinked. He looked upon Loezadrim with wondering eyes.

- Not healthy? What do you mean? The old man did not answer. He just made a sign for Acatosh to follow him down to the library. Acatosh followed him through the main room, which now was hardly illuminated. Acatosh looked nervously around.

- Please, my lord, tell me why I should not be healthy. Is there anything I have done? Loezadrim looked at him.

- No. Not you, but your origin. Come with me! You have to see this book. Loezadrim opened a hatch and started to walk down the stairs. Acatosh followed closely to the dark, narrow room.

- Excuse me for a second, the mage said and moved his arms a bit. A small cone of fire shot from his fingertips and hit one of the torches on the wall. Acatosh could now see all the bookshelves, and was surprised of how many books that fit into such a small room. Loezadrim quickly searched the books and grabbed one of the larger one in the shelf on the east wall of the room. He read the title loud:

- The plague – the ones that resisted. A study by an infected creature

 

Loezadrim quickly sat down by one of the small tables in the little room. He quickly found the pages that had gotten his attention.

- Look, Acatosh. Look! This author tells about the plague from a view that is really uncommon these days. He was infected, but resisted. And that is a rare gift.

- Resisted? Do you mean that he survived?

- No. Not survived. He died. And he rose as an undead. But that was not the part of resistance. This author was one of the inhabitants of Stratholme.

- Stratholme? Do you mean the city that Arthas destroyed turning mad?

- Yes. He was one of the victims of the battle between Mal’Ganis and Arthas. He was infected by the plague of Mal’Ganis and slain by Arthas’ mace. He was only a child then. That is actually the first chapter of this book. But the thing about this is that he did not stay as a child, even in undeath. Now you have to answer some questions. Acatosh looked on the old book, trying to read the pages. He did not succeed.

- Go on, Acatosh said and nodded.

- What is your place of birth?

- I do not know. I had no parents raising me. I had to grow up for myself, but not at my birthplace. I was taken by a traveller to Hillsbrad, in a cave there. That is where I grew up.

- Hmm, ok. Do you know the name of your mother? And what was her race?

- I do not know what race her was, as I never knew her. But I have heard that her name was Melinda.

- Melinda. Melinda Naamah? Or Melinda De’Vantes?

- Naamah.

- Right. Loezadrim looked upon Acatosh again. Naamah, he said. Another thing; do you remember any form of living life? Acatosh peered around, before locking his eyes on the book again.

- No, he said after a while. No, I don’t. I was born undead.

- You do know that it is a rare gift? Your mother was infected during a wave of the plague, with you in her womb. She died from the plague when she was giving birth to you. You had already been infected through her. Still, after born, you started growing like a normal child. That is not common.

- Well, I have never seen anyone age in this state, but when I think of it, I have never sacrificed a second on thinking of that – this have been natural for me.

- I understand that, sir Naamah, I understand that. Acatosh looked upon Loezadrim with a worried look.

- Sir? My lord, what do you mean with sir?

- Well, Acatosh. You know nothing of your origin.

[Lycantrophe]

Det er synd det er så lite aktivitet her.

 

Part III

A horse and a Curse

 

Acatosh walked through the streets of Brill. He cloaked himself as he had done the night before. The rain had stopped, but still he could not see much. The darkness of the night veiled the street, but he had no time thinking of that. He tried to remember the directions Loezadrim gave him. He could hear his voice in his head again.

- Just take right as soon as you exit this building. Follow the road about 50 yards, then turn left. There you will see the stables. A bit further, Acatosh though. And he was right. Just a torch and a lantern gave light to the stables, but in the middle he could see a creature sleeping. Acatosh walked towards him and hit his side with his staff.

- Wake up! Acatosh yelled. The stable keeper jumped up from his sleep.

- Ooh, is there really necessary in waking up an old man this way? he cried, scratching his back.

- It is when they do not wake up by themselves. The old undead looked upon Acatosh before letting out a long-drawn sigh.

- What do you want?

- A steed, good lord, and a fast one.

- A steed? That would not be cheap. I hope you have the gold needed. The stable keeper looked on Acatosh with a wicked grin.

- Not at all, good sir.

- The how do you expect me to give you a horse? There was a hint of irritation in his voice. Acatosh just smiled back.

- Well, my lord, with this. Acatosh pulled out a soaked paper from his robe.

- What is this? the stable keeper asked. He quickly snatched the piece of paper from the Warlock’s hands. He took it to his lantern and started to read.

 

”By this Document I order you, stable keeper of Brill, to give away your finest, swift horse to this undead, who responds to the name Acatosh De’Vantes Naamah. You are to treat him with respect as you would treat the Dark Lady Sylvanas herself. The gold for the horse can be collected at the town hall, with the delivery of this note.”

 

Loezdrim Vir’Thola

Archmage of Brill

 

The stable keeper looked up with an angry look on his face.

- Acatosh, is it?

- Yes, it is, Acatosh quickly responded.

- Well, the stable keeper said. He quickly walked towards the torch on the other side of the stables and held the little piece of paper in the open fire.

- Excuse me, Acatosh said, trying to stay calm. But that note was the only way for you to collect the gold for the horse.

- Well, you’re not getting any horse from me! the stable keeper yelled. He pulled up a dagger from a black sheath on his hip, and charged towards Acatosh with a battle cry.

 

Acatosh expected this to happen. The archmage had warned him of the stable keepers temper. In secret, he had summoned a minion, a succubus, and made it invisible. The stable keeper charged with a raised dagger, but a quick lash from the whip of the succubus disarmed the old undead. The succubus quickly held around the old stable keepers hips and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Acatosh smiled broadly. He turned his back to his demon and walked a couple of yards before turning towards the stable keeper again. A quick word from the Warlock’s mouth made the succubus let go of its victim and there breaking the enchantment of its seducing powers. The stable keeper recovered and tried to attack Acatosh again. He tried to run but could not move.

- What is happening? the stable keeper asked desperately.

- The sound of a tortured soul. I have cursed you and corrupted your flesh. You will not last long.

- Cursed? A feeling of fright boiled in the mind of the stable keepers.

- It is not wise to attack me, good stable keeper. But I need life force now, and you’re the one to give it to me. Acatosh opened his hand and held it like a beggar holds his hands in need of gold. A weak, green ray stood out from the stable keeper’s eyes and ended into the hand of the Warlock. He smiled as he saw the head of the stable keeper falling, before he could no longer stand up by himself. The stable keeper fell to the ground, dead. Acatosh walked towards him, but completely ignored the corpse. He took the first horse he saw from the stables and led it out in the streets. He cloaked himself, tightened his robe and made the horse sprint out towards the gates of Brill and further to the dark wilderness between Brill and the Undercity.

[PcT]

Er vel 2-3 RP're på hele forumet da

[Xeenon_]

Vel, jeg RPer. Men gidder ikke pimpe historien min overalt. Linken ligger i den andre tråden om emnet, hvis noen gidder å leite den opp.

[knux]

Vel, koser meg skikkelig når jeg leser dette, spiller bare en alt på RP server selv, litt stress å skrive historie da.

 

men fortsett! *vente i spenning*

[Kiruk]

Likte historiene veldig godt! Skal få rotet meg til å skrive om oppveksten til min troll hunter.

 

Keep'em comin'!

Endret 5. desember 2006 av Zenzen

[Arinomi]

8 levler til nå, så skal jeg rollespille som bare faen!

Nå er det bare litt part-time roleplay mens jeg faktisk er sammen med noen andre, men når jeg når 60, skal det bli full-time roleplay

[Kiruk]

Det er ikke mange rollespillerne på dette forumet, men kunne ikke vi som er det bruke denne tråden som den "offisielle" RP tråden? Bare et forslag

 

Anyways, ut av nysjerrighet. Hva vil være deres characters syn på de ny rasene?

 

Skal få posta den historien snart.

[Lycantrophe]

Det er ikke mange rollespillerne på dette forumet, men kunne ikke vi som er det bruke denne tråden som den "offisielle" RP tråden? Bare et forslag

 

Anyways, ut av nysjerrighet. Hva vil være deres characters syn på de ny rasene?

 

Skal få posta den historien snart.

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Synes det er et godt forslag, jeg.