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Siol’Avern reads the poem before clapping his hands at the fellow parody writer. “Well done indeed” he nods to himself as he also leaves the man a fat upvote

On 3/13/2020 at 1:58 AM, TDubs said:

DOPE +1

 

just like u

 “The Scholar Bard”

Bookstore

((Quick Note: This thread will most likely be updated for different reasons, so if you are interested in keeping track follow it. Any likes on the post would be appriciated also ? ))

On the posterboard of Helena would be seen a newly placed and fresh piece of poster. The poster was slightly long, and the material of the paper was clearly of high quality, perhaps due to the profession and skill the person who posted it had. At vertical ends the poster rolled into itself, much like a scroll, but the nails kept it nicely tied up to the board.

Different paintings and pictures would be seen around the poster, accompanied by nicely written words of a pleasant, but understandable handwritting. On the left ,right and bottom sides of the main poster some smaller ones would be seen attached, each with different function and purposes, which would be explained in the main notice.

“Good People of Helena!

It has been nearly 4 months since the grand opening of my dear new bookstore in Oren, and above all else, I’d like to thank you all for not only participating on the opening, but also for frequenting my humble shop. At the end of this notice I shall put some of the paintings I was able to extract during the event, for your pleasure.

Among with the grand opening, I’d like to simply brief you, good people, that the store has generally done very good, better than I expected even, and I am more than happy to see people come to me telling how much they appriciate it. Atop this, my book collection has started to grow so good that I’m starting to find difficulty to find enough space on the shelves and displays to cover them all. For this reason I’ve decided to share with anyone who this notice may concern a detailed inventory of all the product I hold and can sell; this inventory list shall be attached close to this notice on the board ((Spreadsheet attached at the end of the thread)). Along with the product lists which shall be updated frequently, I shall also attach another piece of paper where anyone who would like to request any books – be them or not on the store’s immediate displays – can fill the page and I shall deliver as fast as I can. The latter of the letters will not only be for book requests, but also a place where we could potentially negotiate for the price of the specific product, or products you are requesting, since I believe that everyone should get an opportunity to find knowledge. (This however does not mean I will be stupidly fooled to give free or otherwise highly cheapened books.)

Lastly, along with the two previous attachments shall also come a third one, which will be dedicated to those authors or otherwise book owners who would be willing to sell me their books. The books that I am willing to buy should be direct duplicates of the original work ((Copies of Origial)), and I shan’t accept any indirect copies of the text ((Copies of Copies)). Moreover,  as of now I will not be conducting any partnership with any author, or anything similar. Instead, if there is to be such a transaction, it will be direct and simple, I will give you money for the book or books, if I find them worth buying, and after this I shall hold full ownership, but not credit, for the book, so that I may copy and retail it as I please. This will be done to prevent any complications or else problems which I’d rather avoid.

Other than this, good people of Helena, as well as any travelers who see this notice, “The Scholar Bard” and its humble owner are both eagerly awaiting and welcoming anyone entering the shop with good intentions.

Thank you once again for your participation and time,

Your’s Truly

Siol’Avern (the Bard)

[IGN: Shlocc

Discord: Shlocc#3284]

The rest of the above-mentioned attachments would be seen below, neatly nailed to the main notice, being made of the same high-quality material and nicely written ink.

Inventory List (Spreadsheet):

Paintings and Pictures from the Grand-Opening:

Siol’Avern looks at the notice with a smile as he hears of yet another wedding. The bard rests a hand on his chin and his eyes squint slightly “Wonder if they’ll need music.”

Stall Application

Username: Shlocc

Discord: Shlocc#3284

Name: Siol’Avern

What do you plan to sell? Written books from my awesome and new bookstore in Helena

the free part makes this thread top tier

 “The Scholar Bard”

Bookstore

A poster would be seen hung up on the Helenian notice board. The paper was rather long, and different images, sketches and art would bee seen throughout, accompanied by pleasantly handwritten words.

“Greetings, Good People of Helena!

On this day I find myself very glad and happy to announce the openning of what appears, as of now, to be the only shop in Helena to fully dedicate itself on the trading of books, papers, and any other variations of text.

Since my youth days I’ve had a passion for books, something that came along and complimented my passion for music. For this reason I, Siol the Bard, shall call this shop of mine “The Scholar Bard”.

After much work has gone into the shop, it has been decided that on The Last Seed of 1957, The Scholar Bard will hopefully see its first share of customers, scholars, and perhaps even bards.

The books that will be displayed will not be the only ones that the shop will sell, and I’d like to use this gathering as an opportunity to find any writer, or otherwise merchant, who would be interested in supplying the shop. As of now, any and every type of well written and quality books are to be bought from purshased by the shop.

Details aside, however, I am hoping to see as many people as my humble store can hold. Drinks shall be given to the visitors, music will be played live by yours truly, and books will be displayed for purchasing.

“The Scholar Bard” can be found in Nauzika Square 4, just at the start of the bridge that leads to the Novellen Palace. Sketches and images of the shop will be given below for reference.

I hope you all have a good day, and may fortune smile upon you,

Yours truly,

Siol’Avern (The Bard)”

[[OOC:

Time: Friday on the 13^th of March from 5pm – 6pm EST

Place: Nauzica Square 4, at the beginning of the bridge that leads to the Novellen Palace (keep going slightly to the right after entering the town square from the gate road)

Check the images below if unsure, and thank you for your time  ? ]]

An image of the owner, Siol, with the shop behind him would be see below the text.

Different pictures of the store would be seen below the first one, though they were considerable smaller in size.

skinning 100

3 hours ago, DarkElfs said:

I don’t see anything other than the images names. odd huh 

3 hours ago, LeoRabbit99 said:

screenshots aren’t working. I’d upload them to imgur or something

Seems I forgot to insert the link. Think it should be working now?

(thanks for letting me know :))

1 hour ago, Zyhaveus said:

ye this be getting that upvote from me.

wait till i make some other ones

Howdy good people. So recently I made two skins some time ago (the first ones I've made from scratch) and I thought I'd share to see how people liked it.
As the title suggests I took inspiration from the Witcher games, the 3rd one specifically. So any fellow fan should appriciate it. If anyone anyone needs the second skin I’d possibly be willing to sell it. For that just contact me. Other than that: enjoy ?
P.S: The heads don't perfectly fit the original images, that’s cause I’m using them for my personas.

- The Original Image:


- The Skin:

 

2. Damien de la Tour

- The Original Image:

- The Skin:

Antonius Varoche read the poem with squinted eyes and an occasional raised brow every line and then. ”...what an odd place!” he recited to himself after finishing his reading.

im not even a big fan of poetry but that was AWESOME! should make a ballad out of it, and publish it in a library imo so that bard could sing it

Siol’Avern

(The Character Sheet)

*THIS CHARACTER SHEET IS STILL WORK IN PROGRESS*

ANY FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRICIATED

Description:

The lean and elegant figure, also known as Siol’Avern, stands at roughly 1.75cm (5’9”). The figure, which appears to be a young and sympathetic wood elf, has seen 30 years of life; though as it stands with most elves, it is hard to guess that. Siol’s skin reflects the color of wood brown, quite fitting to him. His body isn’t quite muscular, but neither is it exceptionally slim and slender. The shape and forms of his upper body suggest he could be able to support his weight with his hands, and even lift it without much trouble, while still having an adequate level of agility. If observed closely, his hands show a level of stiffness, as different minor scratches, either healed or not, could be observed all around his palm and fingers. These markings suggest the man’s familiar with an instrument, most likely a lute, since one tends to rest behind his back.

The face and head of the figure is overall edged; his nose is relatively pointy, though not too extended from his head, the same applies for his elven ears. His dark green eyes, which represent the leaves of pine trees are slightly mixed in with a hint of blue, while being slightly tilted inwards. Avern’s hair is not too long, and doesn’t normally go below his neck. The hair is of a less saturated and darker brown than his face, though not much contrast can be seen between them, as his hair is pushed backwards and slightly to the sides, with a few dreads seen here and there, not to mention the ones that hand on the side of his face.

Backstory:

reads feed and continues to use the same gestures of nodding, narrowing eyes, and crossing arms in any type of rp interaction

Antonius Varoche read the letter with a raised brow or two during the most part. After finish the text his face went back to its neutral state, as he  slowly and gently nodded and said to himself  ”Wonks in offices?...” he paused his sentence like he usually does. A bit of air blew off his nose, followed by his arms crossing, which was then followed by his head tilting down before he’d continue his sentence  “...This ought to prove interesting.”

one of the best newcomer backstories i’ve heard mate good job. only thing i’d chnge is to make the biography more of a description/ narration of the character’s personality other than stating facts word for word. but other than that it’s really good, welcome to the server ?

great passive story, the descriptions especially were really nice. if i were to suggest anything it would be to use “Mali’Fenn” or “Fenn” slightly less, though that’s my own personal preference, as using it as much as you did also helps to catch the reader’s attention to the race of the character, so maybe just make something out of it?

all in all interesting story and setting mate good job

physical appearance idea: you keep pebbles in your jaws

you have upset papa washington with your actions

Application

Roleplay

Name: Lanre

Race: Human

Age: 35

Desired role: Hunter

Reason for enlistment: After having learnt how to hold himself in battle and having served as a form of soldier, Lanre was left jobless after a settlement he called home was destroyed. For this reason he decided to look for another group he’d follow and learn from, but he didn’t desire to depend a lot in the politics of people. The fact that the Huntsmen used their skill against monsters took his interest, as it was also related to his past for reasons only he knew and kept to himself. For this reason he decided to enlist for the guild.

OOC

Username: Mattiaeval

Discord Tag (Example#3333): Mattflix#2417

Timezone: GMT+1

congrats to everybody who won ?

-Submission Format-

Mcname: Matticated
Category: Creative Writing

Attach Content:

The Silly Art of Speech
    
It was yet another day traveling with my family's caravan through the great lands of Arcas. The land was rather warm, even though it was the month of Malin’s Welcome. We were traveling somewhere south, so it was rather understandable. It wasn't too long after my father had suddenly left our caravan, and my mother was still sad and mourning as if he was dead, even worse. I can remember her not speaking for a long time, and rationing her meals, unable to eat. They were sad times, but both of us managed to get by, we had our whole caravan supporting us both. I was around no more than 13 years old, still a child with a family to care for him.
We approached this great town after a long day of traveling, though I cannot remember its name. I've never been great with names really. The city was lively and noisy, which meant good business and good trading. I remember as I was walking with quite heated from the warm weather, a rather refreshing breeze hit me in the face, sending what hair I had backwards, as if it was water; it was a rather good feeling, as I can remember it to this day.
My mother looked at me, and so she spoke for the first time that day, it was around afternoon, the sun was up in the sky. "We will be walking around to sell the metal we got." she'd say in a very stoic tone, almost emotionless, as she'd look down to me "You are free to look around and buy." a couple of Minas came out of her pockets before she'd hand them to me. I took them in a serious manner and nodded, not saying anything "Though do not wander far." she then turned around and sighed before I had any time to respond. She used to allow me roam around cities quite a bit, it was a sort of routine by now. I placed the Minas in my pockets, and started to stroll around the market stalls that surrounded and filled the plaza. The market was big, bigger than I had first expected, it was surrounding me like a huge forest, and I was in the middle. The ongoing trade between the merchants and their customers felt like bees buzzing, each trying to sell their honey to another bee, arguing which one was the better. Walking around such a marketplace is something that never gets old, something that always gives you the same feelings every time you do it. I believe this is because of how different each one of them is on their own right, yet they mostly contain the same formula. Yet it doesn’t feel so.
At the time I was in need of a new journal, the one I bought two months ago had run out of space. I used to write down quite a lot at the time, I still do as you may expect. Looking around different stalls I saw different faces of different merchants, selling different products. Some of them had journals, books still waiting to be written with stories, thoughts, or imagination. I ended up in front of a stall surrounded by brown pieces of decoration; the curtain covering the stall like a mother covering its baby with fine silk was a pleasant dark brown, well-crafted leather. The seller appeared to be a fellow human, not much taller than me. His hands were rather thin and were covered with bruises and had some callous here and there, clear indication of a skillful craftsman. Looking around the stall I could tell that his expertise and merchandise was based on leather products, weather be it jackets, bags, pouches, or even journal covers. He greeted me quite welcome, even though I would appear a little boy with quite some dirt on my face from all the traveling. Most traders who’d see me like that would just turn me away, guessing I was a beggar of a sort, though this man greeted me open-heartedly. He was around his 30s, interestingly enough his hair was brown too, fitting his shop as if it was his matching outfit.
After looking around his products I decided I’d buy a leather journal cover, it was rather nice and good looking. When I touched it it felt rather soft on my hand, giving it a pleasant feel, just like its looks. Though I would need a journal for it to cover, something I still did not have. So I left the stall promising Varian, that was the trader’s name, I’d come back as soon as I’d buy a journal. He let me go with a smile on his face, I could tell he believed me.
My next step was to find my journal, and my best shot would be some sort of scriv merchant. I walked back into the forest of trading and started looking for a shop covered in white shades. I did so after looking around and realizing that almost every stall was colored similarly to the product they were selling; so a metal trader would have gray covers, a botanist shop would be colored green. Though I heeded that tailors, working with different colors, just set displays outside they stalls or shops, so that they were quite obvious. Wandering around, I finally came before a shop covered in white, and as I was expecting, they sold papers, scrolls, charcoal for writing, written and unwritten books, and much more. The trader this time was a High Elf. when he first saw me I could tell his suspicion towards me, taking be for some beggar most likely. I’d already gone through multiple occasions such as this, and decided to greet him using his language, “Karin’ayla!” I nodded, looking him in the eye with the most charming smile I could manage to pull off. I could tell he understood I wasn’t some beggar, not only because of me speaking his language - something I learned during my travels - but also because of the coin purse I took out and gently settled on the counter. He then appeared quite delighted, giving me a smile.
At the end of our meeting I was able to haggle a price I felt was alright for a journal. It wasn’t too thin, around medium width, and was an almost perfect fit for my right pouch, which I used to keep my journals. It was just slightly smaller, though it still had enough space to last me another two or three months, taken I had something to write about.
Leaving satisfied from my first purchase of the day, I turned back to Varian, who still hadn’t sold the leather journal I asked him to save for me. We then tried if my new-bought journal would fit the leather cover, and so it did. I believe it mostly did since I actually measured the size of the cover with my eyes before buying the journal, and so the journal I bought was quite fitting.
“How much does it cost?” I asked him, the covered journal still on the top of the stall table. He’d offer me a smile “It would cost 20 minas” he said matter-of-factly, and the continued “Though I’ll give it to you for 15” I nodded, pleased with the price. I took out 15 Minas and paid for the cover before I placed in my pouch. After saying goodbye to the craftsman I started wandering around the market once more.
An instant I found myself going  too far from the rest of the caravan, I stood in an alley when I caught myself walking too far. I was lost in my thoughts at the time, thinking about my father and how he'd leave like that; so suddenly, so unreasonably, and most of all without a trace, just a note where he briefly said he went to pursue his wanderlust alone. Maybe that was true, maybe he was killed, maybe he was kidnapped, or joined another caravan, I didn't know at the time, and I still don't.
So, as I was walking back I took a turn in order to get back to the alley. After taking it I found a well and heavy-armored figure standing before me. It appeared to be a man, and wasn't quite tall, a dagger lay on his hand. At first glance I understood he was waiting for me, expecting me, maybe he followed me, though he clearly was after my purse. As the man approached, I realized he was quite old, very old actually. He didn't seem to have much power in him, barely taking steps properly inside the heavy armor. I could hear him grunt a little, and say to himself, "Damn armor's too heavy!" I'd hear him frown, but then he'd get close enough that if he wished he could stab me. I did not move, something inside me told me not too, maybe it was just surprise or fear, but I did not move, I can't exactly explain why. I stood there as he approached, and placed his knife not too far from my stomach. An elderly voice could be heard coming from behind the heavy helmet"Your Minas, now" he'd say, trying to be frightening, probably more than he appeared. I decided it would be stupid to just try and escape, his dagger was close enough, and I probably couldn't hurt him due to the armor. Even if I could I probably wouldn't, I wouldn't do that. Instead I referred to speaking my way out of it, and so I made a rather surprised, yet confused face. I was not too bad at acting, you learn something like that when raised among wandering traders. "What?" I squinted my eyes and lowered my eyebrows. Even from outside the armor, I could tell his face was confused, and he was observing me. His tone grew slightly louder "What is what?" he'd ask. "What do you mean?" I replied, attempting to tailor a play of words in order to confuse him, and it seemed I succeeded, the man was quite old honestly, I still am not quite surprised to how he fell for it. "What do you mean, what do I mean?" his voice grew even louder, and due to confusion and irritation he screamed "What?!"
I remained calm, still expressing fake confusion "The thing you meant when you said was mine before I asked you what?" I'd guess he was confused, for I couldn't really see his face, though he made did make pause. during this small bridge I decided to change the subject "Wait, what is that?" I'd gesture to his nose, and he'd move back. "Did you just try to touch me?" he'd take a step back, which made me realize he was really harmless, so I decided to play with it, and shook my head "No, I'm just trying to figure out what the thing on your nose is." I squinted my eyes trying to look closer, as if there was really something. There was a small opening in his helmet around his nose and upper lip, so it was rather believable, to him at least. He seemed to have fallen for it; "Where?" I then pointed to my own nose, indicating for him to look at his "Here." I'd make a small pause, not allowing him to do or say anything "It looks like blood!" I raised my eyebrows in surprise, with a hint of shock too. "Oh God! I think you're bleeding from your nose!" my voice would sound a little horrified, and so would my expression. I believe I overdid the act, though he still believed it. "Oh dear, it may be blood!" he'd start to panic a little. "I think you should check it with someone. It seems pretty bad. Or maybe the helmet is too heavy!" still in panic he'd observe me a little. "Are you trying to offend me?" he'd say, but before I could reply he continued "To hell with it!" he shook his head slightly "I knew this helmet was too damn heavy!" he'd quickly get further from me and start walking away. My plan has somehow succeeded, and I still had my money on me!
Not only that, but while slowly leaving due to his heavy armor, he took the helmet off and threw below him, trying to get some weight off. The helmet was rather rusty, though a little more than half of it was still made out of some pretty fine steel. I took it, and had it as proof to tell my tale to the others. Though my mother wasn't too happy to hear I wandered too far, though she wasn't really happy anymore.

That was interesting indeed, nice job mate ?

The repetition you used was really nice, and gave the piece its own personality. The opening was quite interesting too, a great way to draw the audience in. The language and descriptive writing were very good as well. For a small story it was really nice, and I’d totally wish to read more ?