Bircalin

Staadnau never forgets his Orc...

Elorna - always dependable for a solid opinion.

The Ranger, having spotted the proceedings, sighed beneath his cold, metallic mask. He shifted away from the event, shaking his head ever-so-slightly as his coarse gloves gripped the collar of his coat, bringing the forest green cloth around him further as he enters snowy mountains. He would return to his humble abode shortly, in-time to catch his cooking meat before it burned. Tonight, he would sit, as the other nights, and dine peacefully by his lonesome hearth. Tonight, the founder of the Lumidrim still yet lived, and still yet breathed. The Lumidrim were far from gone.

The Ranger passes by the notice, grumbling under his breath as he pins his response into the posters. "Two Three thousand for the pair of them." He begins, signing with his name. "The Ranger." He returns to the note shortly after, adding to it. "If they are harmed, the price decreases tremendously."

"What started off as ten, only I remain Immolated by the black foe Setherien is his name..." Crunch...Crunch...Crunch... The stark white snow beneath crackled and moulded around the ranger's dark, leathery boots as he trudged into the unforgiving tundra. He took caution to wrap himself tightly in thick cloths for the journey ahead, only a fool would think to go beyond the wall of ice unprepared, after all. Ahead, a dim light glowed, the light of the Warden Aruzond's abode. His goal was clear; acquire some form of relic to return with and research. Time was running out. The Dark Lieutenants pressed further and further each day and as the nations bicker, they weaken. If a weakness could not be found soon... Warmth. He was inside of the Warden's lair, standing at the bookshelves displayed neatly before him. Though the books themselves contained nothing of use. Wordless scribblings and mouthless whispers. The ranger turned to the voice calling out from behind him, across the stone dwelling and up a small set of stairs. Jack - a Human man, seemingly aged in his years with a brutal scar disfiguring a good portion of his upper face, utterly blinding one eye. However he was, most of all, a friend. For some time they spoke, and Jack clarified that the pair of them were fortunate to cross paths with such similar goals. They both searched for knowledge, and saw fit they accompany one another deeper into the lands that seemed to swallow all life that so foolishly entered its maw. They departed from Aruzond's abode unnoticed, making their way onwards with little delay. To accompany them, only the harsh bite of the blistering breeze and the delicate clutch of frostbite as it seeped into their skin. Time was most certainly not on their side, here. They had to strike hard, to strike fast. Like the rangers they were made to be. Crunch...Crunch...Crunch...

(( We are already on it, my good man!

Let the door hit you on the way out - locked.

The long watch begins...

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

((Keep responses RP guys - I know it's unbearable difficult sometimes, but rules are rules! ))

Someone casually screaming Skrillex lyrics.

The more and more I read through this thread... The more I wanted to post... So, Hex! What does Nienna think of Bircalin?

Constantly acting as a burden on the forums, for the sake of it? I'd rather not see him try and amass 10 warning points as slowly as possible. This is what happens to trolls.