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Gloucester
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The lively pub was filled with the sound of bards playing their tunes, drinks clattering along with beautiful speeches, and boisterous chatter of grand adventure. In the far corner of the well lit room, you and your friends sat at the table. You were nothing but fresh adventurers, just barely setting out into the vast land of Ri'hof. A table of theives, archers, and knights. Among other things.
The night was still young, and you could definitely retrieve a quest from some drunken fool. Or maybe not even bother with a set course. You could begin a caravan, start a foundation out in the woods. Options were open.
With a whole world ahead of you, what would you guys become? Heros, villians? Leaders, destroyers? Only time would tell.
Rules: I don't see the need for any offical ones yet, but don't make me have to add some! Use common sense, and don't G-Mod. Setting isn't too complicated, just think D&D pretty much.
Name: (Bob)
Age: (34)
Race: (Elves, human, etc. You can make up your own race if you'd like.)
Class: (Thief, mage, bouncer, etc. Have fun, make up a class!)
Inventory: (Bottle of rum, dirty magizine, teddy bear, long sword. Nothing too powerful.)
Appearance: (Pictures are acceptable! Keep it medieval fantasy-esque.)
Notes:(You character has a fear of heights! Special inherited amulet?)
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Name: Ryanheart
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Ex-Military Recruit
Inventory: Silver short sword, small wooden shield, picture of mother, 3 silver coins.
Appearance: Scrawny, short man. Pale skin, thick curly brown hair that's matted and uncombed. Wearing a leather outfit strapped around his small frame, sheild attatched to the back of his clothing. A leather, gem studded sheath attatched to the right side of his waist.
Notes: A momma's boy.
Ryanheart pushed aside his drink, and let out a very measly burp."Excuse me!" He said before looking down at the table and poking at the oak grooves. He felt weary from his long day of wandering, scrapping what he could together for a meal. If you could call a hard piece of bread and cheap beer a meal. It had barely filled him up and he was mostly left with a bad taste in his mouth.
The night was still young, and you could definitely retrieve a quest from some drunken fool. Or maybe not even bother with a set course. You could begin a caravan, start a foundation out in the woods. Options were open.
With a whole world ahead of you, what would you guys become? Heros, villians? Leaders, destroyers? Only time would tell.
Rules: I don't see the need for any offical ones yet, but don't make me have to add some! Use common sense, and don't G-Mod. Setting isn't too complicated, just think D&D pretty much.
Character Sheet (Just attatch to your first post)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Name: (Bob)
Age: (34)
Race: (Elves, human, etc. You can make up your own race if you'd like.)
Class: (Thief, mage, bouncer, etc. Have fun, make up a class!)
Inventory: (Bottle of rum, dirty magizine, teddy bear, long sword. Nothing too powerful.)
Appearance: (Pictures are acceptable! Keep it medieval fantasy-esque.)
Notes:(You character has a fear of heights! Special inherited amulet?)
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Name: Ryanheart
Age: 23
Race: Human
Class: Ex-Military Recruit
Inventory: Silver short sword, small wooden shield, picture of mother, 3 silver coins.
Appearance: Scrawny, short man. Pale skin, thick curly brown hair that's matted and uncombed. Wearing a leather outfit strapped around his small frame, sheild attatched to the back of his clothing. A leather, gem studded sheath attatched to the right side of his waist.
Notes: A momma's boy.
Ryanheart pushed aside his drink, and let out a very measly burp."Excuse me!" He said before looking down at the table and poking at the oak grooves. He felt weary from his long day of wandering, scrapping what he could together for a meal. If you could call a hard piece of bread and cheap beer a meal. It had barely filled him up and he was mostly left with a bad taste in his mouth.
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