You still need to send a Private Message (PM) to all of the WPLs with your character's starting satchel. Until you send this information in I cannot add you to the game.
A man laughing to himself comes up to the outpost no one can tell if he is a mage or just a beggar. He hands the guard his papers.
Name: Falin Droging
Age: 36
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 200
Appearance: A scruff looking man with a hood over his face and laughs at a joke no one hears. He wears a cloak of the strangest color and seems to have wet hair. Not thin, not fat, somewhere in between. Tall, he hunches more than most.
You're good Doba, going with your most recently submitted satchel.
The guard takes Falin's papers hesitantly, expecting a potential cutpurse crazy enough to steal from a guard. Though after nothing happening the guard walks over to his table with the log book and checks Falin's information. A quick check and recording was all that was needed before the guard came back and presented the papers back to Falin saying, "Welcome to Estark Falin..."
A strange creature appears at the gate. The few that seem to recognize its race seem surprised, while others, in particular a band of young viashino on its way out of the city, stare with intense curiosity. A huge hand clasping a scrap of paper lifts from the ground, handing it to a nearby guard. "Good afternoon, sir." Although the words are spoken perfectly clearly, even at odds with this bizarre creature's appearance, it is clear speech does not come quite naturally to it.
Name: Xirask
Race: Surrakar
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 350 lb
Appearance: A heavy-built specimen with grey leathery scales inspects the scene. Large, webbed hands drag along the ground, palms emanating a pale blue glow. An ornate tatoo of the same color is etched into his right arm, marking him as a Surrak-Ish, a surrakar capable of speaking to other races.
The guard on the left of the gate watches Xirask warily as he approaches. He accepts the paper, nods and says "Welcome to Estark."
He mutters something under his breath, and the guard on the right side of the gate slaps him upside the head. "Excuse him, he's an idiot with no manners. Enjoy your stay."
Please remember to post your character in the Active Characters thread and keep the information updated as your character advances.
Everything scares me... kitties scare me... squirrels scare me... corpses....corpses bring forth a pletora of confusing feeling which i prefer not to dwell on...:p
A tall, fit figure approaches the checkpoint, robe and black hair flowing in the wind, robe bunched up to cover his mouth. The robe is pristine white, almost reflecting the sun's rays off of the brilliant hue.
As he approaches the checkpoint, he begins to dig around in his cloak, looking for his satchel that is tied around the waist of his tunic. After procuring some scrolls, he pulls down his cloak from his mouth, revealing a welcoming smile, and approaches the guard at the checkpoint.
"I believe you need to see these." He says in a rich baritone, handing his papers to the guard.
Name: Kam Rethar
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 240
Weapon: 1/0 Scythe (blade retractable, can be used as a walking stick)
Appearance: Muscular Build from years of farming, Tan, Fair Skin, Black hair kept short and in a well-controlled spikey mess. Eyes are a brilliant green, almost emerald, with a strong intelligence and kindness behind them. Wears a simple white body tunic with fur boots hidden by an almost full-length white cloak that bunches at the neck, obscuring the mouth, or can be pulled over his head as a hood.
Background:
Born of a simple farming family with a history of magic, Kam and his family embraced his magical gift since he was young. Showing a natural aptitude to strengthen and aid people who needed help, Kam quickly became a great asset to the small farming community, healing ailments and accidents, while empowering people with strength to complete some harder tasks. After waiting till his youngest brother (who is 6 years younger than him) came of age to help out on the farm, Kam decided to head out to the local city, Estark, In order to complete his training and develop his powers. As a parting gift, his family, with the help of the village, got him two gifts to help him on his journey: his pristine white cloak, and a scythe in order to protect him along the road. With a long wave goodbye at the road, Kam departed for Estark.
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"Yes, thank you." Responded the guard as he took the papers to be processed at the gate. This left Kam with some time to look around while he waited for his papers to be returned...
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The guard returned after a few minutes with the papers in hand saying, "Welcome to Estark! Enjoy your stay!"
Walking with a grace and beauty foreign to this world, a young woman approaches the gates. Once there she withdraws her papers and waits for the Gate Guard to notice her presence.
House: Unaligned for now Level: 1 Lifetime EXP: 0 EXP T.N.L: 0 / 5 Gold: 12 Gold in Savings: 0 Satchel Points: 12/40 Arena Record 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Aura is a Strikingly beautiful young human woman. In fact she has an unearthly beauty about her. Her hair is blond, her eyes pristine blue. Her skin is as fair as skin can get, while still maintaining a healthy glow about it. She does not have any apparent tattoo's, piercings, or any other blemishes that detract from her beauty.
Aura is a withdrawn individual. Though she realizes she is not the most self sufficient individual. Seeing as how she is not very skilled in the art of wilderness survival, or other similar activities. She is however a gifted Priestess of her Goddess and is willing to share what gifts the Goddess has to offer people. Though she will rarely evangelize to people unless they ask her to share her beliefs with them.
None as of yet
Aura wears simple white robes, along with a small silver dagger at her side, and a simple pouch where in she keeps her spell gems. For all intents and purposes she appears to be exceedingly humble in dress and appearance save for her own physical beauty.
Land Cap: 10
Spells Per Turn Cap: 3
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
The guard looked from the skinny man in front of him to the new arrival. Upon seeing the woman, the guard missed a step and then flashed a goofy smile saying, "This shouldn't take long, my lady."
With that the guard hurried off to the gate house and quickly processed her papers. Not more than a minute later was the guard returning with her papers. Handing them back over he said, "Welcome to Estark, do you need any directions?"
"Of course" responded the guard as he turned his back towards Aura and pointed towards the center of Estark near the arena. Still pointing he looked into her eyes saying, "Follow this road until you come across the Arena. Just past the Arena are a collection of shops and the five houses. Benalia will be clear once you get to the shops. Anything else?"
"No, that should be all. I thank you Sir Guard." she says inclining her head towards the Guard and then heads along the road he indicated towards the center of the city.
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"As the size of an explosion increases, the number of social situations it is incapable of solving approaches zero." -- Varsuvius, Order of the Stick
Kam gathered up his papers quietly, Thanking the guard for his help. After taking a moment to organize everything in his Satchel, looked up to see a small figure approach the guard station. Overhearing her conversation with the guard, he noticed that she was heading in the same direction he was looking for.
After taking a moment to let her get her stuff together, he followed her towards the same destination: House Benalia
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A dark eyed man of obvious wealth walks up to a guard outpost on the northern road into Estark. He looks a mixture between bored and disgusted as he breaks a large wax seal on a scroll and slides it across to the guard.
Name: Ma'yot Age: Looks around 23 Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 5’ 11” Weight: 155
He says nothing to the guard or even really looks at him. The man just keeps checking an extravagant gold pocketwatch and cleaning his fingernails all with the same bored look on his face.
----------------------------------------------------------------- Appearance: Ma'yot is of average height with a muscular build and aristocratic features. He is always wearing clothes of the highest quality and holds himself in the highest opinion. His fingers have numerous rings of high value, one of which appears to be a large signet ring except the signet has been all but burnished off and to the untrained eye it is but a wide, flat, gold ring. He usually reacts with anything between boredom and disdain toward anyone below his station...unless they have something to offer him, in which case he can be extremely charming.
A tall, barefoot woman strides up to the guardhouse with a sense of purpose. "Good day to you, Guard. I have come to this city to receive training from the Hammerheim Sorcerers. Here are my papers. Everything should be in order."
Name: Zalara Spirittouched
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lb
Appearance: Zalara has brown skin and dark eyes. Her black hair is twisted into a bun that vaguely resembles a fireball; the same tattoo on her right cheek and the crown of flames carved atop her wooden staff all signify her as a Shaman of the Flame. She wears a simple, form-fitting red robe and is otherwise unadorned.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a new face approach the check point. You take in his tall slender build, short black hair and his unblemished face. “Hmm, a fresh faced young adventurer, lured here by the possibility of wealth.” You think to yourself, “He won’t last very long.”
He moves back from the check point, into the shade of a large tree nearby, waiting his turn.
As he steps into the shadows, he seems to disappear for a moment. You almost rub your eyes in disbelief. It was just a trick of the light, his dark overcoat breaking up the light, and his slow movements in time with the swaying shadow of the tree causes you to lose track of him.
He stops and leans casually against the trunk of the tree. Opening his small rucksack, he pulls out a pear and takes a large bite out of it.Watching him eat, you take note of his worn travelling boots, and large overcoat.
He finishes his pear and unfastens his coat to enjoy the welcome cool of the light afternoon breeze.
As his coat comes undone, you see the multitude of pockets lining the inside of the cloak, along with the hilt of a concealed weapon.
“Maybe he’s not so inexperienced after all…” you quietly muse.
“Joey!” A voice calls out. Joey looks up at the sound of his name.
“Joey… That must be his name” you think, your curiosity in this newcomer growing.
He rouses himself from his comfortable position and picks up his rucksack, heading towards the check point.
As Joey walks past you and steps out of the shade, the sunlight hits his face and you realise that his eyes, which were formerly dark, are a striking deep purple in colour.
Watching him walk up to the check point, you feel his quiet confidence as he converses with the guard attending him. You get the feeling that there is more to him than meets the eye. “Interesting kid.” You quietly laugh, wondering if you would ever see him again.
Joey walks up to the guard at the check point.
He reaches into his rucksack and pulls out his papers, looks over them one last time, and hands them to the guard.
Name: Joey
Age: Early 20’s (21~24)
Gender: Male
Height: 182cm
Weight: 73kg
Appearance: Tall and slender, with black hair. Wearing a dark overcoat and carrying a small rucksack.
OOC: Sorry. It said in the rules to post in both threads in order to start, so I just did what it said.
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Name: Falin Droging
Age: 36
Race: Human
Height: 6’ 7”
Weight: 200
Appearance: A scruff looking man with a hood over his face and laughs at a joke no one hears. He wears a cloak of the strangest color and seems to have wet hair. Not thin, not fat, somewhere in between. Tall, he hunches more than most.
The guard takes Falin's papers hesitantly, expecting a potential cutpurse crazy enough to steal from a guard. Though after nothing happening the guard walks over to his table with the log book and checks Falin's information. A quick check and recording was all that was needed before the guard came back and presented the papers back to Falin saying, "Welcome to Estark Falin..."
Name: Xirask
Race: Surrakar
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 350 lb
Appearance: A heavy-built specimen with grey leathery scales inspects the scene. Large, webbed hands drag along the ground, palms emanating a pale blue glow. An ornate tatoo of the same color is etched into his right arm, marking him as a Surrak-Ish, a surrakar capable of speaking to other races.
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He mutters something under his breath, and the guard on the right side of the gate slaps him upside the head. "Excuse him, he's an idiot with no manners. Enjoy your stay."
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As he approaches the checkpoint, he begins to dig around in his cloak, looking for his satchel that is tied around the waist of his tunic. After procuring some scrolls, he pulls down his cloak from his mouth, revealing a welcoming smile, and approaches the guard at the checkpoint.
"I believe you need to see these." He says in a rich baritone, handing his papers to the guard.
Name: Kam Rethar
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6’6”
Weight: 240
Weapon: 1/0 Scythe (blade retractable, can be used as a walking stick)
Appearance: Muscular Build from years of farming, Tan, Fair Skin, Black hair kept short and in a well-controlled spikey mess. Eyes are a brilliant green, almost emerald, with a strong intelligence and kindness behind them. Wears a simple white body tunic with fur boots hidden by an almost full-length white cloak that bunches at the neck, obscuring the mouth, or can be pulled over his head as a hood.
Background:
Standard
:symr::symg: Titans of Valakut :symg::symr:
:symw::symu: Venser Control :symu::symw:
EDH
:symg::symw::symu: Rafiq of the Many :symu::symw::symg:
The guard returned after a few minutes with the papers in hand saying, "Welcome to Estark! Enjoy your stay!"
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: unknown
Height: 4 foot 11 inches
Weight: 103 pounds
House: Unaligned for now
Level: 1
Lifetime EXP: 0
EXP T.N.L: 0 / 5
Gold: 12
Gold in Savings: 0
Satchel Points: 12/40
Arena Record 0 - wins / 0 - losses / 0 – draws
Core Sets: Tenth Edition
Standard Sets: Ravnica: City of Guilds, Guildpact, Dissension, Coldsnap, Time Spiral, Planar Chaos, Future Sight, Magic 2010
Extended Sets: Seventh Edition, Eighth Edition, Ninth Edition, Invasion, Planeshift, Apocalypse, Odyssey, Torment, Judgment, Onslaught, Legions, Scourge, Mirrodin, Darksteel, Fifth Dawn, Champions of Kamigawa, Betrayers of Kamigawa, Saviors of Kamigawa, Lorwyn, Morningtide, Shadowmoor, Eventide
Spells Per Turn Cap: 3
With that the guard hurried off to the gate house and quickly processed her papers. Not more than a minute later was the guard returning with her papers. Handing them back over he said, "Welcome to Estark, do you need any directions?"
After taking a moment to let her get her stuff together, he followed her towards the same destination: House Benalia
Standard
:symr::symg: Titans of Valakut :symg::symr:
:symw::symu: Venser Control :symu::symw:
EDH
:symg::symw::symu: Rafiq of the Many :symu::symw::symg:
Name: Ma'yot
Age: Looks around 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 155
He says nothing to the guard or even really looks at him. The man just keeps checking an extravagant gold pocketwatch and cleaning his fingernails all with the same bored look on his face.
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Appearance: Ma'yot is of average height with a muscular build and aristocratic features. He is always wearing clothes of the highest quality and holds himself in the highest opinion. His fingers have numerous rings of high value, one of which appears to be a large signet ring except the signet has been all but burnished off and to the untrained eye it is but a wide, flat, gold ring. He usually reacts with anything between boredom and disdain toward anyone below his station...unless they have something to offer him, in which case he can be extremely charming.
According to this study I should be deaf by now.
Banner made by: Spiderboy4 :o:o:o
It shouldn't be "dies"
It shouldn't be "is put into the graveyard from the battlefield"
It should be "is put into the graveyard from play"
I need more information sir.
OOC: Please send your satchel to us.
Hm? Oh, yes...apologies. Will that be all?
OOC: Sent to Qfx and I believe the other WPLs already received my PM
According to this study I should be deaf by now.
Banner made by: Spiderboy4 :o:o:o
It shouldn't be "dies"
It shouldn't be "is put into the graveyard from the battlefield"
It should be "is put into the graveyard from play"
You are good, Sir. Enjoy the city.
According to this study I should be deaf by now.
Banner made by: Spiderboy4 :o:o:o
It shouldn't be "dies"
It shouldn't be "is put into the graveyard from the battlefield"
It should be "is put into the graveyard from play"
Name: Zalara Spirittouched
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lb
Appearance: Zalara has brown skin and dark eyes. Her black hair is twisted into a bun that vaguely resembles a fireball; the same tattoo on her right cheek and the crown of flames carved atop her wooden staff all signify her as a Shaman of the Flame. She wears a simple, form-fitting red robe and is otherwise unadorned.
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Sig banner thanks to DarkNightCavalier of Heroes of the Plane Studios!
Please enjoy the city.
He says as he hands them back to her.
Avatar by Numotflame96 of Maelstrom Graphics
Sig banner thanks to DarkNightCavalier of Heroes of the Plane Studios!
He moves back from the check point, into the shade of a large tree nearby, waiting his turn.
As he steps into the shadows, he seems to disappear for a moment. You almost rub your eyes in disbelief. It was just a trick of the light, his dark overcoat breaking up the light, and his slow movements in time with the swaying shadow of the tree causes you to lose track of him.
He stops and leans casually against the trunk of the tree. Opening his small rucksack, he pulls out a pear and takes a large bite out of it.Watching him eat, you take note of his worn travelling boots, and large overcoat.
He finishes his pear and unfastens his coat to enjoy the welcome cool of the light afternoon breeze.
As his coat comes undone, you see the multitude of pockets lining the inside of the cloak, along with the hilt of a concealed weapon.
“Maybe he’s not so inexperienced after all…” you quietly muse.
“Joey!” A voice calls out. Joey looks up at the sound of his name.
“Joey… That must be his name” you think, your curiosity in this newcomer growing.
He rouses himself from his comfortable position and picks up his rucksack, heading towards the check point.
As Joey walks past you and steps out of the shade, the sunlight hits his face and you realise that his eyes, which were formerly dark, are a striking deep purple in colour.
Watching him walk up to the check point, you feel his quiet confidence as he converses with the guard attending him. You get the feeling that there is more to him than meets the eye. “Interesting kid.” You quietly laugh, wondering if you would ever see him again.
He reaches into his rucksack and pulls out his papers, looks over them one last time, and hands them to the guard.
Name: Joey
Age: Early 20’s (21~24)
Gender: Male
Height: 182cm
Weight: 73kg
Appearance: Tall and slender, with black hair. Wearing a dark overcoat and carrying a small rucksack.
Enjoy your time in the City.