Bravepaw

Bravepaw’s Awakening Bravepaw’s eyes slowly begin to open as the warm sunlight shines through once again. The now unsettled motes of dust start to dance through the air, twirling in beams of light, as his head creakily turns taking in his surroundings. One long, deep breath after another slowly tests the limits of his lungs. Having been in this situation time and time again over the course of several centuries, Orlanden is happy to see Bravepaw conscious again, but isn’t surprised. He could feel the awakening growing nearer with each rising sun these past weeks. “You’ve been out some time, brother. And look there. Seems I’m not the only one here to greet you.” As a large plume of aromatic smoke billows from his nostrils and the bowl of his pipe, he points to a plateaued clearing in the forest just beyond some wild raspberry bushes. Bravepaw’s pupils shrink, dilate, and shrink again as he blinks to clear the fog from his sleepy eyes. He gazes to the clearing to see a mother black bear standing upright, reaching toward the boughs of an oak tree for a low-hanging beehive. From behind each leg, a cub appears. The two impatiently wait for their fill of the fresh honey. Seeing the bears, his sleepy face forms a slight smile, but loses it almost as quickly. “I don’t remember falling into hibernation this time. How long has it been?” Tending to the fire and careful not to tip over the pot of venison stew warming from the night before, Orly pauses to think. “Hmmm… It’s been about 300 years since Osage sprouted and... over 600 since Normandor. You’ve only been in hibernation for right at 110 years, now, though.” He chuckles, “Shorter than last time.” Bravepaw sits up in his makeshift bed within the lean-to that his brother built around him to give him some protection from the elements. Finally emerging from the slumberous fog, he scans his surroundings more intently and realizes that they are on the slope of a mountain overlooking unfamiliar lands. He begins plucking dead leaves from his hair, “Where are we?” Orlanden chuckles, “A new land, new people with less than a handful of old, friendly faces, and a new way of life from what I’ve gathered.” “For better or worse?” asks Bravepaw, sitting still for a split moment. Suddenly, he begins frantically feeling for the seed that he’s used to have hanging around his neck, but can’t seem to find it. He fixes his gaze on his brother, but is now alert enough to quickly use his reflexes to catch something moving through the air toward him. He opens his hand to see the dimly glowing Elder Seed. Knowing it’s still safe, he lets out a sigh of relief. Then it dawns on him...the seed is glowing! Orlanden stirs the pot and begins filling a small, hand-carved wooden bowl with stew, “I’m still sorting that out, to be honest. One thing I know for sure, though...our seed has started it’s growth cycle. I knew it wouldn’t be long until you woke up.” He hands the bowl to him and smiles, “Eat up. You need to regain your strength. It’s from last night, but tastes even better today.” Bravepaw nods and takes a sip from the edge of the bowl before guzzling a generous portion from it in one go. Bowl in hand, he slowly stands up and walks to the opening of the lean-to where he can see an overview of the new land below. As the sun hits his skin, he lets out a peaceful sigh. “Change, like scars on the skin, becomes part of us. I suppose when you’re our age, it would be rare to see an elf without many of them” “Well, I’m running out of room myself”, Orlanden says with a laugh, “But from what I hear, there’s much that’s changed since we last spent any waking time together.” Bravepaw smiles when he looks down to his arm and notices a streak of bark slowly forming. “Not all scars are a product of turmoil, however. You know, my favorite trees are those that change. As the cold bites, the leaves turn an array of vibrant colors. While the leaves fall from their year long home amidst the branches, we can rest assured that we will see the flowering buds once more come spring. Without the still quiet of winter, we would never witness such character from a tree.” He places the Elder Seed back around his neck and closes his eyes. Finally, he completely fills his lungs with air through his nostrils. “I believe… Yes... I smell the scent of autumn on the wind. It’s so strong.” Orlanden walks up and stands beside him as they look out and over the world beyond them. He takes a big toke from his pipe and sighs with a newfound ease after the awakening of Bravepaw. He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles, “Come, brother. We have work to do.”

* Goes over to Artemis to shake on the deal.

* Looks toward Artemis " 275 and we have a deal. I need a little bit left for supplies "

* Bravepaw, a bark skinned woof elf announces to the passing crowd * " I'm looking for a new or used Enchanting Table for a good price! Anyone selling and what's the best deal you can give me? Bonus if you can throw in some enchanters supplies"

*A Partly Mechanical Uruk Places a note through out the lands on various city boards. Written in ink dyed from redstone " Do you think you have what it takes to be a Gladiator Champion? Come prove it! I, Gromok will be hosting a Gladiator Event. There will be three events: Slashers Brawl: nothing but stone swords buy in 100 minas 2nd place prize: 15% of cut 1st place prize: 70% of cut and slashers plaque Marksmen brawl: nothing but bows and arrows buy in 100 minas 2nd place prize: 15% of cut 1st place prize: 70% of cut and Marksmen plaque Main event: No limits bring your best because the other gladiator will. buy in 500 minas 1st place prize: 85% of cut and grand champions plaque. The Grand Champion takes and extra 10% of the profit from the arena each event whether they fight or not while they hold the title. After the Grand Champions plaque has been given, for another to obtain it they must first win a main event then challenge the Grand Champion himself. This fight for the title will then happen on the next event. If the current Grand Champion declines or loses the fight then they will also lose the title. Admissions will be 5 minas for all spectators. Send a bird to Gromok the Gear Master (( PM Bravepaw )) and I will enlist you into the next event. " -Gromok (( I'm hoping to do this every week or bi weekly. The events and pricing will likely change and evolve over time, I'll see what's popular and will take PM suggestions. There will likely be different themes in the arena fighting pit every week to keep the fighters guessing. If this takes off I'll be dumping a lot of time and effort into making this a great RP experience for all the enjoy. If you have any suggestions or wish to help with this endeavor please PM me all OOC content. I'd like to keep the rest of this thread strictly RP. I hope you all are excited about watching our servers best PvPers compete for all the bragging rights! ))

* Gromok takes the letter and Grins behind is tusks, then thinks out loud " Hmmm, I'm eagerrrr to check this place out "

* An Orc with mechanical parts replacing some features of his body stands on a stump to announce in a deep glitchy voice " Ug, Mi Gromok. Mi peek uzg " * turns a dail on his neck " My name is Gromok. I seek a settlement or town to reside in. In rrrrrrreturn I will offer my Tinkerrrrrrrrr abilities and the settlement that houses me with benefit from my inventions that take birrrrrth under your banners. I will need a decent area for building my contraptions and testing but the benefits of the output will out way the rrrrrrisk of taking in a stranger. I am also rather strrrrrong so I will be willing to help in defending said settlement. "

7/10, pork chops are world famous.

Wonderful. PM me in the forums so we can do over details.

PM me. Let's not clutter this mans post.

Can't right now I'm not around my computer. You can always PM me though on the forum.

Hello I'm leader of Normandor, Malinors capital. I think this is a really fun idea. If you can get enough people I would love to host. I would even throw a little bit of prize money. As for the distance we have a fast travel boat set up to the main land directly across the sea from Normandor to the west. Just hop on the boat and you'll get sent to Normandors docks.