ForeverGinger

Perdric Wanderwine's tiny head peeps from above the crowd as he clambers up onto a barrel to make is voice heard. "Mista' Fumble, wot's an 'Arvest Milli-Ant? Is it loike sum kinda' bug?"

Perdric Wanderwine sits bolt upright in his bed, the dream that invaded an otherwise peaceful nap still echoing through his tiny head. "We's gotta move then... I's gonna miss this place..."

Yes! This sounds like a good time!

Am I the only one here wondering what's gonna happen to the Kha' on this new map?

If this is implemented, there should be some limiting factor to the amount of land one nation should claim. I mean, we don't want them pesky humans stealin' all our land, jobs and women!

((First off, let me apologize for not using the regular format for this, as I am pitching a story arc instead of a single event, I will try and keep this as organized as possible! Please note, I will only be detailing a rough outline of my concept, and allowing the specifics to be worked out at a later date. Now, without further adieu, I bid you to Enter the Athenaeum...)) Knowledge is like a bird in many ways. It is a free spirit, yearning to spread its vast wings and share its fruits with all who encounter it. But, like all birds, it will soon carry on its way. One may try and clip the birds wings to keep it for a while, but eventually it will leave us one way or another. Thoughts fly from the minds of forgetful scholars like leaves in an autumn gale. Ancient books and scrolls are burnt, lost or forgotten... Listen now, don't doze off. this is where the story gets interesting. Hidden throughout the land, deep within the texts and writings of every race and culture that wandered these lands, I have found messages. They vary in meaning, form and language, but all hint to the same ultimate goal. The Athenaeum. A vast archive, locked away under many layers and seals, in the darkest, most twisted corners of the land. A cage for these birds of thought, to keep them captive before they take wing. A mausoleum for the wisdom of ancient minds that now lie rotting in the earth. A kind of 'cheat-sheet' if you will, containing all that has been and all that will be. But I tell you friends, many would kill for this kind of power, for from knowledge comes strength, and more would give their lives defending it. This is where my studies lead me to another, darker discovery. The Chroniclers. The... things... responsible for defending the Athenaeum. They take many forms and, armed with the contents of this vast archive, will stop at nothing to protect it. This is where my research ends. I have given you all I can. The rest lies with the Descendants... ((OOC: A new story line, where everyone of every race can take part in a great scramble to claim the contents of the Athenaeum. Riddles and Mini-events can be done that drop hints that lead to bigger, server-wide events! Humans, Elves, Dwarves, even Kha's and Orcs (at least, those who can read) can delve into ancient tomes and trod the forgotten corners of lost libraries to find out more about this great database of the universe!)) ^_^ ~ForeverGinger

Character Name: So'Ketzawl Basic Information Nicknames: Ketzy and Cheese Cat Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Kha'Cheetrah Status: Pretty much alive Description Height: 5' 4" Weight: Lighter Body Type: Thin and lithe Eyes: Orange Hair: A spiked Mohawk died various colors Skin: Orangy-Gold spotted fur Markings/Tattoos: Larger than average spots Health: Ketzawl is in very good health, but will often be seen covered in an assortment of minor injuries, thanks to his high-risk lifestyle. Personality: Ketzawl is bi-polar, constantly suffering from extreme mood swings. He may be chatting happily away one moment, than have his claws at your throat the next. Despite this, he is loyal to his friends and even more loyal to his goddess, Metztli. Inventory: Ketzawl is never far from a weapon. He carries either a vicious three pronged trident and a medium (Taller Human sized) net woven with small hooks and barbs or a large bow and a quiver of spear-like arrows strapped to his back. Tucked away, hidden some where secret, he also carries a short, stout dagger carved out of Lapis Lazuli. Life Style: Ketzawl can often be found training with his various weapons, either against practice dummies or more... alive targets. He lives by the philosophy that, as long as there is one thing out there stronger than him, he won't stop until it lies either dead or defeated at his feat. Alignment: Chaotic Good (Remember, this is by Kha' standards) Deity: Metztli Religion: Kha' Worship Alliance/Nation/Home: Al-Dirhak Job/Class: Hunter/Warrior Title(s): So' Profession(s): Leatherworker Special Skill(s): Devilish good looks Flaw(s): Devilish good looks Magic Current Status: Nothing Arch-type: N/A Sub-Type: N/A Rank: N/A Weakness(es): N/A Strength(s): N/A Current Spell(s): N/A Weaponry Fighting Style: Similar to a Roman Retiarii (That's "net-fighter" for all you uncultured swine!) Trained Weapon: Trident and net fighting Favored Weapon: Trident and net Archery: Semi-trained, Ketzawl prefers fighting up close and personal Biography Parents: Sa'Shasta and S'Kraukatu Siblings: N/A Children: Pfffffft! As if he's ever gonna have kids! Extended Family: Shrugity shrug Pet(s): Well... he occasionally converses with the stuffed deer head above his door... History You'll have to find this out in-game! Artwork If'n ya got some artwork of So'Ketzawl, message me and I'll put it up here!

MC Name: ForeverGinger RP Name: So'Ketzawl Timezone: EST Skyeepe: Yall knaw mee!

Now, I haven't been playing with Perdric supha recently, but the times I do get on, our quaint little village is empty! Now, an empty village is fine for surprise events (ie Moles and the soon-to-return Boggle Wolf *hint hint wink wink nudge nudge*) but some more players to share these quirky little events with would be nice! Open the village up a little!

A pair of weary, weathered Kha' wander out out deep into the territory of the northern ape lands, searching for exotic beasts to hunt and hidden treasure to loot. The two were astounded to discover that beyond the northern wastes lies a great jungle! Raena leads the way into this new territory, followed closely behind by Ketzawl. They two Kha' soon discover that there is land ripe for the taking in this area as they stumble upon a large, half-demolished castle! The keep stands alone, a large ruin hidden among the great trees and mushrooms! Perhaps this is Metztli's will, for the Kha' to return to their roots... ((Pitch for a new Kha plot! Had a fine chat with one of the owners who said they're open to offers! All it's being used for now is demolition! Now, it is a bit far out, but close enough to the north for RP!)) ((Here's the plot info!))

MC Name- ForeverGinger IC Name- So'Ketzawl Race- Kha'Cheetrah Age- 19

I prefer to be called Cheese-Cat now, thank you very much!

We've tried dealing with this ICly, only to be shot down. Bringing it to the forums is the next step we must take.

I can only repeat, how do you expect us to grow if we have nothing to work with?

If you find a plot for us to occupy, we'd gladly take it. The point here is we have tried to find a home, but have been denied over and over and over again.

Sa'vi Lord-Of-The-Craftians Before I start what I hope doesn't become a giant mess, I want to say that I was warned against posting this. I was told that I would be ignored. I was warned that I would be hated for this. I'll start off plain and simple. The Kha', both IC and OOCly, have been severely neglected. I admit, we are a minority on the server, but we are still a playerbase, however small. We deserve at least the tiniest amount of respect. GMs, frankly your behavior towards us has been borderline appalling. You refuse to create a new plot for us, yet you do nothing in helping us find a new home. Select individuals use privileges to cling to inactive plots, denying us a chance to begin anew. You refuse to ever acknowledge us when we bring the issue up. And yet, despite all this, we are expected to grow our playerbase. The Kha' need a home. Not a house, a home. We are currently living in a house. A house is temporary. A house is a roof without walls. A house will not last. A home is something to take pride in. A home is more than whatever tiny ghetto we occupy, clinging to life alongside larger groups. A home is something that is ours. A home is something that brings players to us. A home will help us grow. Now, our once proud civilization has been shattered. We have fantastic, well written lore, an engaging religion and magic system, and one of the friendliest group of players I have met. We could grow, if only we were given the chance, but we are not being given that chance. What I am trying to do with this post is bring attention to our issue. If something is not done soon, the Kha' will wither and die. Heck, we're already halfway there. GMs, we are players, are we not? We deserve respect, do we not? We need someone to take charge and do something for us. Yours Truly, ForeverGinger

The blazing sun beats down upon the desert from its perch in the empty blue sky. A lone Kha' struggles through the sands, leaning heavily on his trident. Each step is an ordeal, leeching more and more strength from his battered, wasted form. The figure stumbles as he climbs the dunes, his scorched, scarred paws sinking deep into the shifting terrain. His satchel falls undone and with a faint thud, a gourd of water spills out onto the sands. The small puddle sinks into the greedy sands, leaving nothing behind. A weak moan escapes the Kha's mouth as he pounds the desert floor in frustration. "Muuna! Ketzawl haws need awf yawr strawngth! Munna, Ketzawl weel die een thaw deesawrt weethawt yaw! Muuna..." His voice trails off as he jams his three-pronged trident into the floor of the desert, praying with his last conscious breath to Metztli... Praying for rescue... Praying to survive... Edit: Changed name thanks to an awesome suggestion from an equally awesome friend!

A note appears, pinned onto Perdric's back. It reads: "Please excuse ForeverGinger, for he is very tired at the time of writing this post and prone to making mistakes. Do not hate him, for you see he is very busy fighting crime as his vigilante crime-fighting alter ego Ginger Man." *Edit-Date has been fixed

A very filthy Perdric Wanderwine strides through Gimblewood, dust and dirt trailing in his wake. The tiny Halfling stands in the midst of all the hustle and bustle of the town and begins to speak. "Cen I gits yer 'ttention mista's an' misses? I gots a pretteh serious 'nnouncement! I think I've discovered wot's causin' all th' earth wiggles!" Several townsfolk look up from their business to watch the young Halfling address the crowd that has slowly began to form around him. "So, I wus enjoyin' me third breakfast t'day when me floor caved in! I tumbled from me favorite chair down an' down deep inta' the earth! When I got up, I wus in a big ol' hole! I 'splored around an' discovered sumthin'! There'r gian' caved undah Gimblewood!" At this announcement, the now large crowd lets out a collective gasp! Caves under Gimblewood? How strange! "I'm gonnah lead an expydition down int' the tunnels undah' th' town! Now, I gotta ask ye not t' go diggin' around, cuz ye may upset th' grounds an' cause a cave in! We're gonna do this right an' propper! Now, cen I git some volunteers t' 'elp me go 'splore there caves?" ((Guys, it's finally time! We are going to discover the source of the earthquakes that have been plaguing Gimblewood! Please RP you're willingness to travel and tune in: May 3nd at 3:00 pm EST outside the Mill to join in the fun!

((Helllooooo nightmare fuel...))

Many pieces of parchment are hung about the Cloud Temple. While the handwriting is atrocious and many words are misspelled, you believe you can make out an interesting message: Sorry fer bothering anyone who mite be readin, but I is a Halfling who is lookin for a leth leatha leather saddle. This aint a rig regulu normal saddle, it's actually of me own desine. The planns look like this! So, if'n eny anyone thinks they cen make this saddle, please wright b'low here to tell mee, an' dont ask wut its fer! Tha's a seeecret! Also, I dont gots much Meenas, but I do gots lots and loads of trinkets and shinies and baubles fer payin'! ((Essentially, I am looking for a saddle for a bit of RP and can't find anyone to make/sell one! Seeing as Minas are against the Halfling Way, I am instead looking to trade items for it!))

"I'm Perdric Wanderwine, the fighter o' Boggles and finder o' caves. Bean climber an' Wolfspeaker, I live on th' Trail an' off th' trail, over tree an' under tree! I's th' talkin' pumpkin' an' 'pprentinced t' snow! I've eaten an' been eaten an' come out again jes fine!" ~Perdric Wanderwine Perdric Wanderwine, also known as Per, Perry and Piggy, is the only current surviving member of the Wanderwine family. He is a male Halfling, about twenty one, and stands roughly two and a half feet tall. Perdric's hair is a startling orange and his eyes are, to quote, "kinda' bluey greyish". He tends to range a bit on the plumper side, with pale, easily burnable skin. "I've never seen anyone act so friendly while being robbed! He even offered to help carry the loot back to the cave!" ~Biggun' Bandit Per acts extremely cheery and is friendly to everyone, even people who have previously tried to kill him. He has a hard time accepting the bad in people, and is subsequently very naive and trusting. He is a bit superstitious and takes a lot of stock in old legends and tall tales. Perdric loves reading and writing and is often caught pursuing a book when bored. He is daring, excited to take chances and travel to new places. Perdric also has an unusual gift for burglary and enjoys the challenge of "borrowing" things from other, larger people. "All'ys carry lot's o' stuff Perry, ye'll nevah know when ye'll need it..." ~Grampy Wanderwine Perdric carries a satchel at his waist filled with various bits and bobs he has collected from his travels. He will often carry plants and reagents for healing when he can find them. However, Per always carries a small knife for chopping up plants and the like, a fist-sized bag filled with Redstone dust and his good luck talisman. "I wanna be on everyone's side an' if'n I can't, then I'll jes be on me own side!" ~Perdric Wanderwine on international relations Perdric is aligned mostly to Neutral Good. He will always do what he thinks is best and has developed a surprisingly accurate gut instinct. However, he can be mislead and lied to easily, so it may not be hard to convince him to do something. Per follows the wisdom of the Aspects of Nature, Cerridwin, Cernunnos and Nemiise. He believes the Pumpkin God, Knox is an aspect of Cerridwin, so he respects him as well. Perdric is a dedicated vegetarian and refuses to eat meat. In fact, the very smell of meat is enough to throw him off. He is very loyal to his friends and his home, Gimblewood as well as the Druidic Order. Per is a semi-skilled woodworker and is in the midst of self-taught healing. "Why would I carry a weppin' when I could jes run away?" ~Perdric Wanderwine on gun control Perdric carries no weapon aside from a small, impractical knife for cutting things that aren't alive. If attacked, Perdric would most likely run as fast as his stumpy little legs could carry him and hide in a nearby bush. If he has no way out, he always carries a small bag of Redstone dust that he throws at people in an attempt to temporarily blind them. The powder stings and burns for a short while, but may be washed or brushed off. "Why would I 'amember things me brain wants me t' ferget?" ~Perdric Wanderwine Perdric's first years were short and quite sad to tell. While the combined effects of shock and denial have left him clueless to his origin, what is written here tells the truth. Perdric was born in a small Halfling village out in the Wilds, His parents, Grampy and Bird Wanderwine settled in the Wilds of Athera and lived a happy, sheltered life. Perdric was born in the small burrow dug by his father Grampy and educated by his mother to the best of her ability. Seeing as neither of the Wanderwines were scholars, most of Per's education consisted of farming. His mother Bird did teach him to read and eventually write when he was around thriteen years of age. Then, one night when the moon was dark and the stars hid their faces from view, Perdric's life changed. Wolves, hungry and lean from a harsh winter, attacked the Wanderwine's small burrow, smashing through windows and ramming the door in! Grampy tried to hold the beasts off with his shovel while his wife Bird bundled little Perdric up and tucked him away in the closet. She locked the door, leaving her precious son alone, telling him this was all a game of Hide and Seek! Perdric stayed in the closet for days before finally being driven out by hunger and thirst. What was left of the burrow was not a pretty site. Per's house was trashed, with blood staining the walls and floor. His parents were gone... Little Perdric didn't even consider the fact that his parents may have died! Somewhere in the back of his mind, the culmination of shock, grief and denial twisted his memory. He believes his parents are hiding somewhere, waiting for their son to come and find them... No artwork for now! Maybe when I find out how to use a printer, I'll scan some drawings in! Feel free to PM me any drawing of Perdric you may have!

I changed the size to be more reasonable (ie. dog to horse) so they could be RPed with horses and pigs if you want to ride one!

​Perdric laughs as he realizes his attempt at starting new RP has transmogrificated into a discussion about Heff's considerable buttox! ((Anywho, feel free to roleplay earthquakes around Gimbewood, especially near the farms and Perdric's house *hint hint*))

Well, I kinda thought that this lore would not need any approval, but it's better to be safe than sorry! Also, there aren't ET creatures, they would just be something to stimulate RP like wolves and giraffes. And, who wouldn't wanna ride on a giant mole? It's the perfect Halfling mount (aside from pigs)! Also, fixed the size! You guys were right, house sized is way to big!