AgentSunny

Well that sounds like fun I'm missing out on.

A new new note is posted by the street child.

".I bid a rock. That's close to a shiny right."

The street child crosses out his original note, putting another message under it.

"Seven cocoa beans. Found some on the ground."

A young kid in the streets of Abresi makes his bid on the note.

"I'll take her for five cocoa beans."

Thank the creator.

"IT'S LENNIEL DAMMIT!" -meridia

Few things you should say as well Shift.

 

The distance between current Urguan and New Abresi, following through the orcs, halflings and other towns in between, is also 10 mins.

 

Also you must consider that the map will be full of forests, buildings stopping the path, and that the time to get to the Dwarves through that pass was... quite boring...

 

On the other hand, this is just my take on it, and I made a great post explaning why in the other thread.

 

Edit: This not to say it will be as bad as when Anthos was first made, but I believe it will be around as bad as what it currently is.

Make a rail track.

Art steps out from the shadows.

 

"Bah, all I hear is 'make someone this' or 'someone else should do that'. You people will never learn until you get up and act of your own accord. And stop being special snowflakes. Conform and act with the will of your guild."

*mutters quietly to herself. "Don't blow a gasket Art..."

"And on the point of being a special snowflake...well why...aren't you one..."

Meridia rubs her chin thoughtfully for a few moments after Jon finishes his speech. Waiting for a moment to talk, though, perhaps tedious with the amount of people that would surely be talking, she still does so. After a while she hears a silent pause, or perhaps everyone is just talking at a low enough frequency that she can talk without straining her voice.

"I hear your call for us to rejoin, me, however, I will refer to. While I was once a Delver, it is true, I'm just not anymore."

*pauses a second*

"However, I wouldn't come here if I was not interested. I am. And so I propose something other than me rejoining."

*coughs*

"Though I was of course one of the many to do nothing but converse in Ac' all day and do nothing."

*smiles lightly as she goes to make a bit of humour, though it is sour to her in her mouth.*

"I even admit to a little delving of the ass myself. However, I did happen to stumble upon some ruins within The Wilds. Weather or not they are still there, I am not sure of. But I would be happy to help guide you there, as an asset. Informant. Helparoo."

*shakes her head*

"Sorry. Anyway, that is that. Moving on to regents and a guildmaster, well, I don't know any who might fit those positions. Someone who is still in the Delvers now would be properly suited to recommend someone. - However, there is one I would deign to support. Isabella has a nice little fire going in her, and seems to be doing much for the Delvers. I might suggest her to be a Regent. Young even as she is. That is all."

A rough hand brushes off some dust in the stone ruins of Ac'talarah.

A hand that once dreamed of better things. One that even to this day remembers why it once held sanctuary here. To escape ones that would hurt it, for turning away from them. For running and never looking back. Those days.... it had coveted every one. It knew no pain while within these walls. But as it made friends, and grew close to the stone...it forgot its' wishes. Everything was its' friends. Everything was all it had grown to love. It didn't care for its' dreams anymore. They were filled with them. It realized what it had always wanted. To touch, to feel. To love. And so that's what it got.

But as soon as it had this. This love in its' grip... It also realized that it held too tight. Or maybe...too softly... It had been confused on this. So very confused. The love was new to it. At least...this type of love... Was new. And...exciting. When it engaged in that special holding of hands...with its' partner. That...special connection...sparked. It rolled with glee when it felt that. You could bat at it, you could scratch it, you could even try to cut it off. But nothing would break it. /Especially/, with its' partner. It could be trapped, it could be lost, it could even just be alone. But it would always come back to its' partner. It would always love. Its' palm...as rough as it was...was never to pinch...but hold...

Though, it still happened. As it laid against the hard wood, a dying feeling shocking through it. It shook quietly at first...twitching with pain. And casually, but fiercefully, it struck, shaking with a fury unparalleled to anything it had ever felt before. But its' target was gone, hidden away in fear. It rolled in the air, disappointed, it fled... But only for a while. As it waited for night, it continued to shake. The feelings were unbearable. Something almost as incredible as when it was with its' partner. With night came action. It swang to and fro, a flood of adrenaline as it reached its' destination. It balled into a fist, slamming into the wood. Over and over it struck, a thudding cry of revenge with it. But none met the door.

It turned away, as a literal rain started to pour down onto it. Mixed in with tears of fury. As it started to wander away, it stopped, as the hand of another called. It turned back, knowing this voice. Quickly, it had shook, letting out its' rage without mercy. But eventually, it stopped. The other hand figured it had soothed it, and beckoned it forward, into the wood it was barred entry from earlier. It shook quietly with revelation of a new chance to strike, and came forth, entering with the other.

At first, it was nice. As nice as it could be. With anger, it shook, but still, it was patient, and only did so lightly. Quickly, an opportunity occured. A chance, as a third hand came into play. It distracted the second. And with that, it charged. It charged to the room where the one who made this all happen. Who made it feel the things it was forced into feeling. It had wanted love, but that one had brought forth anger! To think that one was a friend, no, she was a thief. And a liar! It turned the knob of the door, it was twitching rapidly, with such hate, but it did its' best to be quiet. And as it reached that one, it did what it had longed to do.

It struck. A hard blow. Right to the face of the other. Yes!!! Sweet victory! Oh how it had waited for that. It tingled with the blow it had brought, the delicious taste of crimson on its' fingers. It reveled in this victory. So very much. But it realized the danger was still there. Heightened, by the presence of the other. They were working together now, one protecting the other. But it continued to flail with all its' mighty, aiming to kill, if need be. It would aim for the weakest point, one that would break everything it wanted to stand for. But it still slammed down, with all its' strength.

It missed. It missed. And though it came back to fight again, it was struck down. It...had lost.

What came after...it did not remember...it had attempted to take itself, it knows. And the howling pain of failing. But how, it did not know. It only clearly remembered what happened after. The feeling of soft cloth, and disappearing into the cold night.

Meridia would wipe her hand across her clothing, before her eyes. Laying the stuffed bunny on the floor, she turns. Exiting the room, she turns her head back for a second, eyes on the crossed out heart etched in the stone. Before departing, she sighs to herself, then uttering two single words. One that she was use to. And one that she once called home.

"Goodbye, Ac'talarah."

((Dunno why I felt the need to write this... But I suppose I had always wanted to write more about her character. So there you are, if you think you can understand it. I spent WAY too much time on this post, by the way. Though, it doesn't matter if no one comments on it. I enjoyed writing it. And I think that's all there needs to be.))

Meridia mutters to herself. "The day we all get along is the day I die. Well." *Smiles to herself. "Doesn't look like that's going to happen anytime soon.~"

Death doesn't make people fear you, it annoys them. Simply don't kill unless necessary. 

^This.

I love villainous roleplay. I mean, LOVE it. But I HATE when I am killed. Because, and I'm not sure if people know this....when you die, you forget. You forget about your death. Which means that whole getting surrounded by people and getting robbed rp, just, poofs. "Who would want to remember that anyway?" Well if someone were to even ask that question, uhm...I dunno. It can bring up more RP opportunities? It can...I don't know...help with something I like to call, oh, what's the word...character development? If I'm ever going to live in a world where there are many things that want my blood and coin, I'd like to be able to remember. Otherwise most of my characters will remain in a stasis of fantasy but with this statement "Oh, there are things out there that could kill me! Best stay inside at night." other than something I'd like which would be "Holy **** there are things out there that TRIED to kill me oh my god, lock the door and bolt the windows!!!111!1!!11!" ---I can't RP fear if the only thing I can feel and remember is Annoyance. Well, obviously I still can, but, I'd rather my character develop into that instead of automatically being fearful of everything. If you, get my point. Which, I hope SOMEONE does. Because I do not usually try to make points. It hurts my brain and is usually unfruitful.

I love you.

As one person said.

Ban Reports: Aye. Make private.

Ban Appeals: Nay. Keep public.

I had a big post ready, but I figured it wasn't worth it. I agree that Ban Reports should be private, due to them leading to OOC and even sometimes (I'm sure) RP drama. Ban Appeals however should stay public. If you do something to get BANNED from this server, you best do something to get ACCEPTED back into the server. Else you can just stay out. Weather you like it or not.

Wow. I love you.

What would you say to a nice cup of tea?

Meridia frowns as she reads the letter, folding it back up, she comments about it to herself.

"I knew the Delvers had been having trouble before, but my, my..."

Nodding, she speaks even more.

"Well, I do not believe I will be rejoining their ranks...however..."

She continues on, heading on to Lil'Tal.

"Seeing as there are going to be many with magical prowess or even the knowledge of such....yes, this is a good opportunity."

((This, I will +1.))

-snip-

*Smaller notes are pinned on notes around the New CT and Elven lands; they read:

"The name is Rinnaneth. I am interested in one of these pups and would request a meeting at the New Cloud Temple.

You will recognize me as the one with pale skin and purple eyes."

The note is signed with a fancy RA~*

So, a Sequoia Dryad? Okay.Okay. Got a tree picked out?

Yeah, I'll PM you soon.

And so a new leaf was grown on the blossoming tree...

Name of Dryad, Greek word and English meaning: Name: Pine Dryad Pontiki - Greek word: Pontiki - English meaning: Mouse :: Pontiki - Mouse - Quiet - Shy - Pine Dryad
Type of Dryad: Pine Dryad.
Picture of Skin:
MC Username: SSunnyLagALots
Forum Username: AgentSunny

...sure to contribute its' water absorbing ability...

In regards of my skin: I know the color scheme of the Pine Dryad entails "very little" white - hopefully you will see the amount in my skin as being small, at least. For I did try to narrow it down a bit...though, I wanted to make sure she was covered. I'm sure you understand. Also, I tried not to deviate far from the original reference skin : http://desmond.imageshack.us/Himg713/scaled.php?server=713&filename=dryad2.png&res=medium : for I did not feel like putting in the amount of work to make a whole new skin based off that one. Though I have to say it took quite a while editing it, regardless. About two hours, I'd say. Anyway, in the end I also told myself that since the same kind of dryads will look the same, and since not everyone is good at making skins, or even editing them...that if someone else were to also edit the reference skin I used for their own character, they would definitely look the same. And so they would easily be able to distinct, such and such. Hope that makes sense. I am incredibly excited to try and play a dryad, such excitement that I have not felt on this server in quite a while.

...its' sunlight gathering skill...

So *claps hands together* that is that.

...and its' overall pro leafness.

*Meridia quickly scribbles her wish on the paper.*

'I wish for a golden star. Like the one I used to have. - Meridia A. Walker'

(SSunnyLagALots)