*sigh* can we just choose a random person and begin?

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I duno?

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

(I guess...*shrugs and looks around* Who volunteers?...lol)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

I will, if Rumil will not be offended....

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Don't ask me... but who ever starts I will go allong.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

(*sighs* If no one starts, I will... *is tired of waiting, no offense to Rumil, of course*)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

alright with me.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

(Okay...)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

You can either do that or start another Rpg just like this one, and everyone who actively remembers it, can join that one and then start, either way works, since I doubt Rumil remembers this thread...

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<center>Proud Member many Clubs (specially the Nazgul Club) Nazgul #3
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no offense to Rumil, but I'm getting tired of waiting so I'll go ahead and begin....

It had been a long time since Sieraa found herself sneaking into a city, any city. It was longer since she had to sneak into a city dressed as a beggar. Normally, especially in a prosperous metropolis overrun by the enemy, she would have strode in through the front gate, her greatsword in plain view and thus discouraging any ruffians who were out for easy prey.

But this place wasn't overrun by just any common enemy. The men from the Black Lands would kill anyone who looked a threat to them. A beggar woman, however filthy, would be left alone and regarded with scornful indifference.

In its peaceful days, the city of Cerlian had been undefeatable, the last august landmark left by the ancients. War then had been a ridiculous notion, a rumor to be laughed at over a mug of cold ale. And thus the might of the Empire had slacked, become naive and unprepared. And that was when the scourge of the north, the armies from the Black Lands, had poured. During ancient times the white walls of Cerlian had been unbreachable. The legendary city could have withstood any siege, any assault. When the Black Lands spewed forth its destruction, Cerlian was taken in a week.

A week, thought Sieraa with an icy trickle of apprehension. From her place in the merchant line waiting to enter the city, she looked over at the guards at the gates, all bearing the black emblem of evil. A week, and the mightiest fortress of the Empire had fallen. How long until all the lands of the Empire are claimed?

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(I'll roll wit it... *is not up to LDM's Rpging Snuff* )

Aria leaned against the city walls of Cerlian. She had been waiting in this line for what seemed like hours. She had hidden all her weapons and was waiting for the guards to finally get to her. She noticed a beggar among the crowd, but there was something different about her. She didn't look like most beggars, not emancipated or gaunt. She's got something to hide, she thought to herself.

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<center>Proud Member many Clubs (specially the Nazgul Club) Nazgul #3
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Sieraa noticed a young woman in the crowd ahead staring at her. She shuffled clumsily to give the impression of being mentally defected. The merchant behind her swore and rudely knocked her aside as the line moved forward.

"Move it, scum!"

Instinctively she began regaining her balance with a warrior's nimble swiftness, then nearly a second too late remembered she was supposed to be a dimwit. With deliberate jerkiness she lurched forward to the ground. Her threadbare cloak slipped exposing the greatsword slung over her back, but she quickly covered it again.

The guards at the gates shouted out a few threats.

"This beggar jostled me, sir!" the merchant protested, all innocence. "She was trying to steal my wares!"

Sieraa cursed fluently and without penitence as she regained her feet and saw the guards moving towards her.

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(*has to go back and see what character she was using*lol)

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

(I had to do the exact same thing!)

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<center>Proud Member many Clubs (specially the Nazgul Club) Nazgul #3
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*waits for somone to start*

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

Rumour walks through the streets, coming from the docks to see a shopkeeper near the gates. She notices a servant girl being hounded by the gaurds, but her illusion-wary eyes see through the disguise, noting the broadsword on her back. Rumour changes course, along with her shape, melting to form the shape of a tall guildsman, striding towards the gaurds and stepping between them and the girl. "Stop, this is my servant..... I'll deal with her...." The tall guildsman hands the gaurd twin gold coins, and he agrees immediately. Rumour walks over to the girl and pulls her up by the arm, shoving her off down a sidestreet.

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~