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Bod squints at the poster. "Ain't Valon a Sherrif or somethin' ?"

Bod looks at the poster in confusion. "Corvo? Helping people? Making the world a better place?" He walks off scratching his head.

Bod laughs at the poster, tearing it down. "Peace? Order? Absolute rubbish."

MC Name: ryaneff74 Skype Name (may be sent via PM’s): I don't have one, I am reachable through pm though Agreement to Follow Server Rules: Yes Do you acknowledge that the Masked Masters CAN and WILL kick you out should you break any server rules or exhibit particularly poor roleplay without attempting to improve: Yes Links to VA, both accepted and denied (write “No VA” if you have not written one accepted or denied): 1. http://www.lordofthe...-for RP: RP Name: Nobody and his alias will be "Red" Race: Salvian Human Age: 22 Short Biography: When I was young my orphanage burned down and I grew up on the Salvus streets. After learning how to pickpocket and swipe coin from stalls I perfected my thieving skills, working for the Rebellion and Nieric Order as a spy/thief. I've returned to my old ways of criminality. Oh and I am thought to be dead. Talents/Skills: Good pickpocket, good liar, good with knife fighting, and I am good at stealth and other forms of thievery as well. Loyalties(where/whom are you loyal to): My friends, whom I wish not to name for their security. Moral Boundaries: I do not kill for pleasure and do not kill the innocent. I only kill in self defense or in defending a friend.

No no be n you seem to misunderstand. The halflings are now there own race so to speak, and are not affected by the curses. A half man/dwarf may be different from Modern halflings.

8/10 seen you quite a lot

Erito sends a letter, "I withdraw my joining for the time being."

10/10 ... We seed eachudder on da fowum gameses

Erito has no intention on getting arrested. He chases after the man. His hand on his WOODEN katana.

((I won't be on for a few days and don't har a mailbox))

(( -double post- ))

Erito approaches the poster, saying aloud "This may aid in my venture to become a bodyguard..." His voice trails off. Signing in elegant handwriting, practiced time and time again in his family's restruant, he writes "I am interested in serving the Republic. My name by birth is Erito Doragon. I am practiced in the katana and hope to train with the yew bow. I will not be able to come to the Republic for quite a many elven days but I hope there is a position waiting to be filled?"

This guide deserves to be official! I thought my rp was good, and had been told that. But now I see how to make it so much better.

A Hooded Elf in the corner of the bar grunts, sipping down a coffee. "This bickering among us Mali will be the death of a great nation, and a great race." The Elf gets up, and disappears into the forest.