Apareon

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((I'm sticking with tradition here. :3 This info can NOT be used IC, it must remain OOC. There is an exception this time! If I say that your character walks in the door, walks over to me, etc. then feel free to make an RP response.))explanation *Apareon walks into The Emerald Archer Tavern. Looking around at all of the new tables, chairs, and mugs, he smiles in satisfaction.* "How cruel fate is." *Apareon chuckles to himself. Apareon's father was an abusive drunk. The guild that he was apart of, The Order of Skravia, needed a tavern. No one offered to make one so Apareon decided to step up. He was hardly the tavern owner though. That title mainly belonged to Katty.* *Apareon walks up to the counter. Glancing at the dagger mark Lord Barry had made.* Honestly....I build something and someone always has to ruin it that day.... *Apareon shrugs.* I guess it could have been worse. *Apareon jumps over the counter and easily lands between two chests. He turns around and looks around, picturing the place with a full house. He sighs.* "I wish Skravia would hurry up and expand. Business is awful out here.....Well then again. I'm not really interested in money, I just want some company." *Apareon thinks to himself.* The life of a single guy.....It is completely unappealing to me.... *Apareon notices a piece of paper laying in the counter to his right. He picks it up and begins to read.* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Apareon I am leaving again. I am not going to be coming back. I am tired of my father ignoring me and my sisters. He seems to care more about Alras than us. Take care of Katty. Tell her I am old enough to take care of myself and that I will miss her. I'm 17 it's about time for me to venture out on my own. I am going to try and make a name for myself. I expect nieces and nephews by the time I get back. Hahaha. I will send letters about my travels whenever I am able. ~Nalrek Frostbeard ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Apareon sighs. He looks up as he hears someone enter the door. Katty enters the tavern. Apareon hands her the note without saying anything and begins to work on the tavern some more.*

((Good to see this is resolved. ^.^))

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((I'll try to get the others to post on here.))

*Apareon holds up his hands and gestures for Corellon to slow down.* "Hold on friend. I can't help you if I don't understand what you're saying. I heard something about a vacation and provinces." *He strokes his chin, deep in thought. Snapping his fingers he says,* "I remember Jake dropping some items in town. At the time I thought it was quite strange. The items he dropped were paper, bonemeal, iron ingots, cobwebs, redstone, and many others which I have forgotten. Do any of those items sound like yours?" ((A lot of the items you mentioned were some of the items Jake dropped. Reman was there with me, along with two residents of Skravia.))

*Apareon, leaning against the northern gate of Skravia, thinks to himself.* I wonder where Nalrek could have gone. *A worried expression is on his face.* *Apareon changes his expression back to a neutral one as he hears the creaking of boards to his right. He looks up to see Corellon walking at a rapid pace towards Skravia.* *Puts his hood down and calls out to him.* "Hello Corellon. You look troubled. Something happen?" ((I'm not going to say anything about the empty chests since you only said that OOC. I saw Jake dumping a bunch of items in Skravia today. One of the guards picked the items up. The guard's name started with an El. I can't remember the rest. I'm not pointing fingers and saying it was him. I'm just saying what I saw.))

((Great job! :D ))

*The old man looks over to the man and raises an eyebrow.* "Something troubling you or is this old man getting the wrong impression?" *The old man chuckles a little to himself.*

((I am going to try to make this series so it could happen anywhere in Auslon. I'm not going to pin these stories in any one location. I would like for this series to be more intractable then my last.)) ((At the beginning of each story there is going to be a poll. The poll will let you decide the ending or what happens next. Feel free to RP, enjoy. ^.^)) *You walk into the local tavern/inn and have a seat that the back. A waitress comes up to you and offers you a drink.* ((I'll leave this open so you can RP it.)) *After getting/refusing a drink, you begin to relax. Closing your eyes you listen to the bustle of the tavern/inn. You hear daggers being thrown at a target, men cheering someone on to keep drinking, waitresses and waiters asking people if they need anything, and just a general merriment. You flinch as you feel an immense power coming from the doorway.* ((Open for RP.)) *There is an old man in the doorway. He is in a worn out cloak and is heavily leaning on his staff. A human in the back calls out, "Look everyone. It's the old hermit. Came in to get a drink to drown your sorrows?" Everyone begins to laugh.* ((Open to RP)) "SILENCE!" *You feel a huge amount of power behind his speech. Everyone immediately becomes quiet.* "Would the brave soul who insulted me like to say it to my face?" *No one speaks or makes a sound.* "No? I didn't think so....I have traveled far and I am in a mood to take this form of treatment." *He begins to turn around to leave.* "Wait. I give you my word that it will not happen again." *The tavern/inn keeper says glaring over at the man in the back.* *The old man turns around begins to walk in again.* "I presume that a spot by the fire is open?" *The tavern/inn keeper nods and gestures for a couple of waiters to help the old man over to a chair by the fire.* *The old man, with the help of the waiters, eases his way into the chair. He gestures for the waiters to leave.* "Well? What are you all staring at? You may get back to your merriment. I am just a simple old man who does not need any attention." *Everyone in the room begins to go back to what they were doing. After a short while everyone seems to forget the old man is even there.* *The old man places his staff next to the fireplace and pulls out a pipe. While attempting to light it you hear him say.* "All who wish to hear a tale gather round." ((This was a short story but I want all of you to decide what the old man's tale is about. Use the poll above. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll give this post about one day then I'll begin to write part two. If you RP in this post then I'll be sure to include everything that you say in the next post. Have a nice day/night/afternoon. ^.^))

I am honored that you would give me an offer to join. ^.^ (Now if I can just figure out how to RP Apareon coming back.......)

((Hey, writing these takes up a huge part of my day. Also, I'm taking a break from this series and I'm starting to work on another. :P ))

((A small disclaimer. You are NOT allowed to use this info IC. It must remain OOC.)) Prologue *Kol wakes up on a cold stone floor. He looks around to see that he is in a completely dark room.* *He calls out.* "Is anyone here?!" *About two minutes later he receives a response from a ominous voice.* "Yes, and may I ask what you are doing in Nalrek Frostbeard's mind?" *Kol squints trying to make out any features in the darkness.* *Kol thinks aloud.* "Hmm...Nalrek...The Dwarf boy?" *From the darkness in front of him he hears.* "That would be him." *The man steps forward. He is wearing a black cloak with green trim. The only facial features Kol can make out are the figure's two glowing green eyes.* "I am Apareon the carrier of the Healer's Curse. Who are you and what are you doing here?" *Kol, about to answer him, stops and wonders.* "Should trust this man?" *Deciding he has nothing to lose he says.* "My name is Kol. What I am doing here......I have no idea. The last thing I remember was... bringing my father back to life..." *Kol hangs his head and starts to cry.* "Wait...you're Reman's son?" *Kol stops crying lifts his head and says.* "Aye, I am Reman's son. I just brought him back from the dead... and I didn't even get to see him!" *Kol begins to cry again. He starts to feel dizzy and falls over on the ground, knocked out.* The Dream "Was that even necessary?" *Nalrek asks.* "Yes, it was........" *Apareon replies with a look of pity and disgust on his face.* "Why?" "He used dark magic to raise his father from the dead." "He knows dark magic!" "Not exactly......." "Not exactly?" *Nalrek walks over to Kol and rolls him onto his back.* "He was used by someone." *Apareon puts down his hood and stares at Kol.* "He found a spell tome in the middle of no where." "How do you know?" "While he is in your mind I can also read his thoughts and memories." "Oh. Well he said that he raised his father. How did he do it? We may be able to use the same method as he did to raise you." "Using dark magic to bring me back.......Not a chance! Kol made a mistake. His desire to bring his father back was used by someone. I'm not going to let you fall into the same trap." *Nalrek shakes Kol, trying to wake him up. Kol stirs a little.* "Wow.......you really knocked him out cold......Again was that necessary?" *Apareon shrugs and walks over to the other side of Kol. A green mist starts to form over Apareon's hands.* "He seems to have a small piece of the curse......odd. I only remember Reman and you being effected." *Apareon touches Kol's forehead. The mist envelops all of Kol's body. Apareon begins to chant. Nalrek is only able to make out one word, "purify."* "I noticed something Apareon." *Apareon lifts his hand off Kol and the mist disappears.* "Yes?" "When you heal you only touch the person with your fingertips. Why is that?" "If I used my whole hand I could overload someone with power. That would end up killing them." *Nalrek looks shocked.* "As you know it's a curse, so it's going to have serious consequences. My family has had to bare it from the beginning of our time.....We were servants to kings that used the curse to try and live forever. Of course it didn't work, but they were foolish. They tried time and time again, but every time the curse was passed onto someone else it got weaker." "What happened to your ancestors?" "Very few died of old age. Most of them died because they had to use the curse to resurrect the reigning king at the time." "That would be awful to know that your only purpose in life was to die so your king could live. Were they at least treated well?" "Most of them were thrown in cells or dungeons till the king needed them." "That's awful!" *Apareon nods. Kol begins to stir again.* "It seems our guest is waking.....and so are you." *Nalrek looks down and sees that he is slowly fading. He looks up and nods.* "I'll see you tomorrow." ((A special thanks to Pengepi for allowing me to use his character. :D I'm going to take a break from writing for a while. I really want to play on the server more. I'll get back to it maybe tomorrow. So, more coming soon!))

((Thank you guys for all of the nice comments. ^.^ I never knew I was good at writing......Oh well, live and learn. XD))