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  1. 2 hours ago, Pogmeister said:

    Be sure to ask for a view of their previous work especially if you are using real-life money, lad.

     

    Of course, I just wanted to add some incentive!

     

    22 minutes ago, DISCOLIQUID said:

     

    Hey HyperCrit, good to see William’s rugged mug up on the forums. This is Grouch here, and I’ll edit your skin for free and get back to you. If it’s not what you want, I’m sure you can find a great skinner for 15 IRL monies.

     

    Hey Grouch, I very much appreciate it.

  2. Hey guys,

     

    Just started playing again after an incredibly long hiatus but my old skin is outdated and for an old character.

     

    What I want is essentially the same face and hair style, but with a beard and a more ‘rugged’ look, and more peasant-like attire.

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    I also think the face looks kind of stupid as it is, and would like it moved further up the head, with the lower portion being mostly beard.

     

    I don’t really have many minas at this point, but I’m willing to discuss payment options in discord, I’m willing to pay up to $15 USD for a quality skin, assuming that’s allowed? My discord is hyper#4474, please add me to discuss! Thank you!

  3. Hyperio sighs and rips the posters down, seeing that the response to them had been unsatisfactory. He had found other ways to accomplish this, better ways. He pulls the two forms out of his pocket and throws them to the wind.

     

    "Better no one know my face. Better... inconspicuous."

     

    (( Can someone close this topic? My character found a better way to do what he needs, and decided to scrap the idea. Can it be moved to inactive guilds?))

  4. *a poster is pinned up to a noticeboard, covered by a few other useless posters, designed purely for the purpose for hiding the real one. The writing is written in thick black ink, in cursive. The page is covered in small wilting roses, whatever that might mean*

    -The Decolion Reformation-

    “If you’re reading this, if you’re alive today, then you must know about Oren. About the White Rose. The Flays. You know about them, don’t you? You do. The countless murders, their connection with the Emperor. Haven’t you ever wanted to rise up? Have a purpose? Do something? Save the innocents that you see dying everyday? Fill out this form below, but hide it in some fashion. I would suggest going with the old, ‘Lost Dog’ cover. Make it look like something inconspicuous. You can be anything in this reformation, a soldier for us, a man of tactics, a man of knowledge and a man of power. We all have the same enemy, don’t we? Aren’t we sick of this? With sufficient manpower, sufficient weapons, and sufficient knowledge, we can do it! I’m trying to gather all like-minded thinkers, all the warriors. No more oppression! No more! No more!

    -H”


    *a form is attached below, with a few basic details to fill out*

    Name :

    Fighting ability :

    A brief autobiography, so we can slot you in, giving you a role in the Reformation :

    Why do you want to be part of the Reformation? :

    Do you swear undying loyalty to us? :

    Where is a location we can meet? :

    *the form ends, there are a few of them pinned onto the original poster for you to fill out*





     

  5. *a note is pinned up on the House Valois notice-board*

    You are all cordially invited to the wedding of

    Hyperio and Saysha

    It will be held in the courtyard in front of the manor in one Elven Day. (((8:30 16th of January AEST time.))

    Come along and celebrate everlasting love, peace, and happiness!

    Everyone is invited!

    If the Duchess or any guards have objections, feel free to notify me.

  6. +IC+

    Name

    Hyperio Sunfeather

    Last allegiance to a group, guild?

    I write for the Asulon Herald.

    Why do you want to join us?

    I was recently taken in by Symodimi, the owner of the guild. He saved me from nobles and guards of Arethor, allowed me to escape. I want to join because I wish to be able to do the same for someone else one day, to fight for myself, and to fight for others.

    Assassin or Informer?

    Assassin.

    Our oath:

    I will never compromise the Fraternity. I will never lay my blade on innocent people. I will make sure the peace and order of my world is never compromised.

    +OOC+

    Link to VA? (if you have one)

    I don't have one, I'll write one, though.

    MCName

    Hyperion101

    How much time will you be active?

    I'll be very active.

  7. *leaves a note on Myro's desk*

    A man came from the Ale House, asking for an advertisement on the front page. He said that you would give the Ale House a discount in the paper, if they advertised us in their shop. I gave him a discount for the front page, so he had to pay 190 minas for a medium advertisement, and we'd put it in the front page. Is that enough, Myro? Or should I have charged him more?

    Anyway, here is the advertisement.

    "Come to the Ale House today! We have great food and drinks to enjoy and satisfy your stomachs!"

    -Hyperio

  8. *some blood covers the pages, but overall, the journal is in good order, the page is titled ‘The Misadventures Of The Asulon Herald’*

    I was given this book today by a good friend of mine, Telinir. He has helped me through a lot these past few months. I recently joined the writing team of The Asulon Herald, and it has been a nether of a ride these past few months. I see this book as a gift to write down everything that’s happened. If this chest wound kills me, I’d like people to understand what occurred today, and the days and weeks before. I want to tell you about this little building on the outskirts of Arethor, next to a field with mysterious lights, and next to two pubs filled with mysterious people.

    I sent off my acceptance letter a few months ago, and was accepted, obviously. My life was going well, I met the love of my life, I wrote my story, and I’m in the first page of the first issue. The business is run by two halflings, Myro and Attacus, and we’ve been through a lot together since then. And what I mean by this is, this shop is surrounded by drunkards, goblins, high and mighty nobles, and members‘ of guilds whose motives are questionable. I don’t remember everything that’s happened, but I do remember everything from about a month ago.

    -Chapter One : The Attempted Abductions of Attacus-

    A good place to start, considering it has happened about three times now. I don’t know what it is about the halfling Attacus that makes him a prime target for abductions, but it happens to him almost every week. I came out of the office when the sun rose, hearing Myro and Attacus discussing things below me. I heard the words ‘I was stabbed’. I raced down, and I saw Attacus holding his shirt up, a fresh wound. Shocked, I stumble back into a wall. Attacus tells us that it is nothing, merely a flesh wound, and that we should not worry. Weeks later, I awake to the sounds of screaming outside. It’s Attacus, yelling. “It’s the man who stabbed me! It’s the man who stabbed me!” I run outside and tackle him to the ground. I of course am pulled off by pompous nobles, saying that the man is ‘no threat’. This was the first incident. The second time, it was much, much worse. Three diamond armoured men yell and shout outside as I sit on the roof. I attempt to ignore them, focusing on my meditation. It is when I hear Attacus cry for help that I run out the door. Telinir and I attempt to shove the diamond armoured men off, but we soon see there is nothing we can do. Much to my regret, I leave Telinir to deal with it, seeing there is nothing I can do. I see my lover on the road, and I run to her. I love her so much, I couldn’t stand to see her hurt. I lead her somewhere safe. When I got back though, something had happened that changed my view on life forever.

    -Chapter Two: The Tale Of Telinir-

    Telinir, as I’ve stated before, is a good friend of mine. I got him his position as a writer, and we have clicked ever since. It is what occured a few weeks ago that made me realise that I need to grab hold of what I have, because everyone is really on the brink of death. All it takes is one self-righteous bastard to ruin it. That is what almost happened to Telinir that fateful night. I was wondering amongst the mysterious field when I hear a scream. A friendly dwarf, who never told me his name, and I run to the scream. I almost break down in tears right then, seeing Telinir lying in a pool of his own blood. I’m in a daze, the Dwarf takes charge. We pick up Telinir and walk him through the streets of Arethor, screaming ‘Doctor’. If it wasn’t for Jacque being in the bar, Telinir would have died. Jacque gives Telinir cream for his burns, stiches his wounds, and gives him things to ease the pain. A kind lass Zoey also helps us, giving us a bandage and helping us take Telinir to the tavern. We are able to find an open room, and we nurse him back to health. He speaks of what happened to him, only remembering one name. Red. That was one of the men who almost killed him. I can’t remember the specifics, but Tel had half-drowned, been burned and been slashed at in multiple places. This would bring me to today’s events, I suppose I’ll write about them now.

    Chaptor Three: Hyperio’s Roof Predicament

    Today, I was sitting on my roof, meditating, as usual. I’d been missing my lover, so I was a bit upset and angry already. So there I was, pondering life’s mysteries, when someone shouts from below, ‘Get off the roof, you fool!’ This was my roof, so I knew full well I could do as I please on it. I tell that to the man, along with some rather rude obscenities. He tells me again to get off, and I tell him he can stick it where he doesn’t want it to be stuck. I am then, out of the blue, hit in the chest by a throwing knife. I fall off the roof, and onto the ground below. I begin to bleed out, I see people fighting for me, Telinir using his new blade to take out my assailant. A doctor and a smith take me away from the battle, stitching me up and laying me to rest. They give me painkillers and sleeping drugs. The tavern is then under attack, from the member of the Syndicate who attacked me. Connor, the doctor, sneaks me out to where I am writing this from, the Asulon Herald office.

    I am writing this merely to remember this month’s events, and to keep fresh in my mind that life is a thread, and the thread seems to thin around the Asulon Herald office.

    (( I hope you guys enjoyed, Ebo told me to write something like this merely to capture the craziness that surrounds us. I will edit this heavily and add parts later, I’m quite tired now. Thanks for reading! ))

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