MrJoshy

With a soft "thwump," the wood elf stepped into the Cloud Temple, awakening from what seemed like a long dream. Her ankles clicked, her neck was stiff, her back ached. She gave a mighty yawn, stretching with her hands on her hips and leaning backward. A resounding pop echoed throughout the Cloud Temple's large walls. She bent forward, touching her toes, a mouse running out from a nearby hole in the wall, squeaking up a storm. She smiled heartily. "My, it's been a long while. I wonder why I was awakened?" She gripped some nearby dirt as she began to walk down the path of the Cloud Temple, smooshing it to her face and taking a deep breath, staining her brown face browner. "I think that things may be split." The Veil Druid sighed, shaking her head.

I could see it used, but not without heavy regulation. The first "guns" weren't really around until 1346, and technologically we're further than that. We RPly have fireworks and gunpowder discovered. It's this point in the Civ game we're playing that they'd start to be used as weapons. But I do not want to see them for the simple fact of what they could possibly bring to the PGing scene. Fireworks already RPly could be argued as a weapon for their explosive properties, and how long they take to set up.

You know, I just can't quite be sure.

Posted near cities would be a simple poem, made to entertain, and with no real purpose. ~~~~ ‘Twas a quiet evening, stormy thunders on the horizon; The grass did wain in the rain, its roots settled deep into The ground, not prepared for the sound to pound their Very beings. For the Jomble caused the storms, its frivolous tail Slinging and slanging, to and fro, For the Homble blade did not know where to strike, And lo! Had the blade began to mow down upon this Beast, it would have slashed the Jomble’s carpace. So my fellow, beware the Jomble that runs and swings, The beast, the monster that hunts and stings! Lo! Where its eyes rest, is where its bloodthirst Must be met! With head athree, protect yourself, my fellow, For this creature’s mood is not mellow. With the jaws that bite, The claws that catch, You must beware the creature’s nasty batch. Whence the Homble blade does swing, It will slish and slash, for it does not mish and mash! It will ring and sing, for its sting is king! But when the Homble blade does not swing, you Must beware the Jomble, for without the sword Of Homble, you will perish a fate, worse than Death. In the jaws of the frivolous Jomble will your head lie, Will it bomble and crumble, with closed eye. ~~~~~~~~~~ OOC: I saw this picture, and it reminded me of the Jabberwocky, one of my all time favorite poems. This is also the first set of poems I intend on putting out. Source for the picture: http://nhyra.deviantart.com/art/Cacophony-298095843

Name: Thomas Williams Age: 25. Title (if applicable): N/A. Lands of origin: Oren; Lorraine.

(OOC) Information: Skype: You have it. MC Name: MrJoshy Do you use TS3 (Y/N): Y Chosen (RP) Information: Name: Thomas Williams Are you Man or Elf or Neither (M/E/N): Man Age: 25 Weapon of Sufficient Ability: Extended great sword and war axe. Do you possess a steed (Y/N): Nay.

God-Given (OOC) Information: Skype: bebopxxx. MC Name: MrJoshy. Do you use TS3 (Y/N): Aye. Chosen (RP) Information: Name: Thomas Williams. Are you Elf or Man or Neither (E/M/N): Man. Age: 24. Weapon of Sufficient Ability: Greatsword. Do you possess a steed (Y/N): No.

Cecilia signs why not

OOC: Skype name: bebopxxx. Username: MrJoshy. IC: Name: Thomas Williams. Reasons for applying: To do something greater than myself by protecting and maintaining the balance of the realm. Do you agree to PK if RP is done appropriately and well?: Yes.

you love me right? Race: Wood Elf Skin: Request: A chibi holding a wooden staff much akin to this, with her smiling desi plz i'll do anything

Of the three druids that mutter amongst themselves, Cecilia coughs gently into her arm, leaning forward and resting her arms on her staff, and looking over toward the man. "Xionist, we have not ordered, demanded, nor told you to do anything. We have said what we would 'like' to be done. No more, no less. Your ideals that we preach ideas whom enter into our culture is correct; but we do not preach outward otherwise. Whence a seeker of druii comes to us, they are underneath our beliefs, as they have come to learn. Aside from that, we do not preach outside our homes at all. We have brought our points." She takes a soft breath, drumming her fingers along her staff, looking over at the man with a bored expression in regards to his "superior attitude," and rests them gently. "We are willing to agree to the treaty, as I will repeat. The only thing we wish is for the regulation of magickas and whom hold the title of 'Xion,' as you have so stated you shall uphold."