The Amazing Creed

I thought it said somewhere else in the lore that elves were fertile for the first five centuries of their lives, but maybe I misread.

I am very disappointed you got rid of my mushrooms, they were so beautiful!

((I just want to point out that George Washington may have been a general, but he didn't really command troops. He was a politician, and General was just a title they gave him. Also they probably would have surrendered from losing to many men if the french hadn't showed up. I think that is how it went, at least.)) *Lirfanel says to himself as he reads the note Hmmm... interesting... just leave your men to die?

He doesn't always wear a pumpkin....

I might have to get a facebook just for this... but probably not.

You and the blue haired one are getting married? How exciting!

Dang, and I was just calling a mage smelly.

I...I...I cannot believe the amazingness of this...

even though I don't have a faction so I probably won't be doing this, what about us GMTers? Staying up past midnight on a Sunday just isn't realistic, because I am guessing people lives will get in the way.

As he awoke again on a bed of leaves in the wild, the early morning sun burning his eyes, he had a bad feeling about the day to come. No day was ever very good for Lirfanel, him always traveling, never staying in the same place. The few friends he had made hadn't stuck around long, always leaving for greener pastures, no longer yearning for a taste of adventure. He pushed on though never taking this feeling for more than a symptom of the cold he had had for a few days. Although in the far north of Oren, a cold can be deadly. He decided to use what remained of his small funds for an inn, hoping the warmth would eliminate his cold, and also just wanting someone to talk to, somewhere to be warm. His trek started out uneventfully, a few wild sheep grazing in a field was the most exciting thing he saw that morning. As he walked on he came to a bridge, a river running below it. The bridge was icy and slippery from the spray of the river. Usually, being an elf, his natural agility would never have allowed him to trip or fall on the bridge, but with this cold, which he was fast beginning to think wasn't a cold, his senses were numbed and he didn't notice a large patch of ice on the bridge top. As he hit it his ankle twisted under him, all his weight on the side of his foot.He fell, but caught himself before he could hit his head or any more serious damage could be done. He pulled himself up gingerly putting weight on his ankle. A stab of pain shot up his leg, almost making him collapse again. It felt like it might be broken, but he had to keep going. He limped on, his pace severely dropping with the pain in his leg. Night was quickly falling around him as he entered a small wooded area, many redwoods and pines around him. The trees were leaning in on the path, making him feel as if they were trying to crush him. He could hear the crunching of leaves under the feet of what he hoped were animals in the tightly packed trees. He continued walking not daring to stop and not daring to try going any faster on his leg. The sounds in the woods were getting louder, his heart was beating faster, his blood was pumping through his veins. He could almost see the end of the woods, he was almost out, when it happened. An arrow shot past his head, slamming into a nearby pine tree with a deafening crack. Lirfanel quickly looked where the shot had come from, his keen eyes scanning the woods for bandits that could be attacking him. it didn't require much scanning for him to find it, something much worse than mere bandits, in the woods, staring straight at him with its hollow eye sockets was a skeleton. Usually he was quite a good swordsman, even fending of any highwaymen who try to rob him, but this thing, this skeleton, he knew he couldn't beat even if he was at full strength, much less wit ha probably broken leg. All he could think to do was try to fend it off, he knew he couldn't run from it in this state. As he unsheathed his sword he limped towards it, trying his best to keep up his guard. the skeleton drew his bow for another shot, the last shot Lirfanel would ever see. Suddenly the skeleton stopped, turning and rattling off into the forest. Lirfanel counted himself the luckiest elf alive in that moment, until he turned around. There stood something so horrible, he was suddenly wishing he could have the skeleton back. It was some sort of monster, with the snout, hoofs and coloring of a pig, but it had the proportions of a man and it walked upright. It's flesh was decaying, little bits falling off as it stood there, moaning the most horrible sound in the world. Then there was the sword, a nobles sword as far as he could tell. It was wrought of gold, with white gold inlay. If he wasn't about to be killed with it he might have admired such a fine piece of craftsmanship, but all he could think about it was that the thing must have killed before to get that. As it lumbered towards him Lirfanel was petrified, barely able to get a clumsy guard up before its first strike. It felt as though ten men had hit him, his arm going numb from the blow. Luckily it wasn't trained with a sword, Lirfanel could tell. Even with this little piece of information he knew he wasn't likely to make it out of there without a miracle. Another awkward slash came from the monster, and another clumsy guard came from Lirfanel. He could barely keep his grip, never mind trying to lift his sword. As the pig slashed at Lirfanel face, a sideways cut at his eyes, Lirfanel knew he was done for wishing he had just a little more time to say goodbye. His guardian angel must have been there though, for at the last moment Lirfanel's reflexes finally kicked in. No one knows why at that moment he found the power and the energy to move, but he did. He lurched backwards, but it was not enough to completely avoid the sword. It hit his right eye, made its way through the bridge of his nose, and went straight through his other eye. His face exploded, blood pouring everywhere. Lirfanel sprinted into the woods holding his face, only pure adrenalin keeping him from collapsing from the pain of his foot, and even more so, the pain of his face. As he ran blindly into the woods, not knowing where this energy had come from, he finally felt safe for some reason, as if something was protecting him. His quite probably by now broken foot caught on a root, and that was the end of that feeling. As he fell his head crashed onto a stone, Knocking him immediately unconscious. As he was unconscious he had a dream. He was in a forest and was walking, somehow he knew where to go. He wasn't sure how long he walked, but eventually he arrived in a beautiful grove, and knew this place was sacred. On the root of an elder tree sat a woman, garbed in simple robes. On her right stood a man wit ha great crown of stags antlers, a spear in hand. No words were said, but their gaze bore deep into his soul. He awoke again in darkness, everything was dark, he couldn't see a thing. He felt his face, feeling his swollen and broken nose first, making a mental image of what it must look like, he then moved onto his eyes, not knowing what to expect because all he felt was pain, throughout his entire body. What he did feel he didn't expect, it felt sticky from blood, and he could feel shards of bone. Then he felt his eye sockets, the emptiness where his eyes once were, and he was sick on the ground. It was from the pain, the sickness, and finally it was from the feeling of helplessness. He was in a strange wood, he was blind, he knew by now it couldn't be fixed, and he knew he had made it out of so much, the skeleton, the monster, but how would he make it out of here. That was when he felt it for the first time, he felt nature itself guiding him, it was a gentle tug on his mind, but somehow he immediately knew what it meant. It wanted him to follow it, it was leading him somewhere. He followed the pull for what must have been hours, though he had no way to tell the time. Somehow whenever there was an obstacle he knew, he would just instinctively take a large step over a rock, or step around a tree. Then suddenly the tug stopped, and he knew he was at the druids grove in Laurelin. ((OOC: My character will be blind from now on, only nature guiding him where to go. I will either post a new story or edit more onto the end of this on as my adventures continue. Any feedback is appreciated.))

((This sounds exactly like League of Legends, but it is a really cool idea. If I had a faction I would definitely join.))

Okay so is this going on right now? Or is this an idea for the future? I am kind of confused whether or not I'll be killed if I go to Oren.

((OOC: Are you talking about the druid grove in Laurelin? I have been there before and not very often do I see people there, except when there are a lot of druids there and I assume they are having a secret druid meeting of secrecy.))

Thank you and I hope to represent the family well.

Username:connor1465 IGN:Lirfanel Windtalker Bio (6-8 sentences):Lirfanel Windtalker was born to a family steeped in the arts. His father, Larfaen Windtalker, kept him busy constantly reading and learning,and because of this, although Lirfanel is extremely young, he is extremely intelligent. Lirfanel is somewhat arrogant, seeing himself as important because of his intelligence. He has practiced some swordplay and has become semi-skilled with a blade. His strong conviction to become a powerful druid spurs him onwards, constantly trying to improve himself. He constantly reaches for the sky, and though he sometimes doesn't reach it, he always keeps trying. Now he sees himself as old enough and is ready to step onto his path and pursue his goal, the goal of becoming a druid. ((OOC: It is in the third person because it points out character traits someone wouldn't say about themselves.)) Proof of Kinship (Make it up. Be creative!):Although it may not seem it I am descended from the Brandybucks and have a more than a drop of halfling blood. My great-grandfather on my mothers side, Meriadoc Brandybuck, left home for Laurelin at the age of 30 and had many grand adventures along the way, but that is a different tale. When he arrived he met the elf who would become my great-grandmother, and after about a year of knowing each other he finally proposed. They were married a month later in a grove outside the city and had three kids, one of which was my grandmother. My grandmother then went on to have my mother who married Larfaen Windtalker, my father, and they, in turn, had me. How you will represent the family:I am going to do whatever it takes to become a powerful druid and make the family proud. How you will help the family:I will help in any way I can and will defend the family from all threats.