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Post subject: The Realm of Lost Elves  Posted: January 2nd, 2006, 2:48 pm |
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Joined: 30 December 2005
Posts: 471
Location: Moria
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[font=Arial, sans-serif] You have been walking 9 days into a mysterious forest. The trees all around you are tall, knotted, and healthy. Their thick leaves create a dense dark canopy over head, shredding and limiting the light emitted by the silver moon. The air is moist and carries a thick refreshing smell, yet something seems to be off...
The grass at your feet is up to your knees, it’s a deep green with a mossy feel. After walking in its lushness for such a long period of time, your foot hits hard ground. Looking down to examine the sudden hardness, you see a carefully paved stone path..
“Welcome, young traveler”
You snap your head up to see the source of this unexpected voice, and right infront of you, where you had been looking only seconds before, stands a tall women. She glowed, stood 6 feet tall. Wrapped around her delicate figure was a flowing white gown, that dipped over her curves and to the ground. Her sleeves were nought but strings of glistening beads, that looked like stars in her glow. Her skin was pale, her hair a river of silver that bled from her skull and to the ground, where it trailed her like a glittering shadow, but never dirtied. And over her face, there lay a white mask. Fair pointed ears snuck out behind it and through the silver waterfall. She raises a thin arm and acknowledges the woods around her.
“Your feet must be tired, your mouth must be parched. I welcome thee to the Realm of the Lost Elves. For many a century have we rested here in peace. We, as in not only elves. Humans, Fae, anyone who wishes. If you wish to join us, follow me. If not, you will leave. You will leave and never speak a word, that I assure. So make your choice, young traveler, for I am needed elsewhere.”
[font=Arial, sans-serif] Welcome to my Roleplay!
There are some rules you must follow...
- Please, no spamming
- Literate roleplayers, please.
- Follow all of Arwen the Webmaster’s rules.
-To join just post your bio! Don’t have one? This should get you started (You can always go back and add more if needed):
Name:
Age:
Height/Weight:
Description (What your character looks like):
Companions (Pets, if have any):
Companions description:
Weapons:
Abilities and talents (What is your character good at?):
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[font=Arial, sans-serif] My Bio =]
Name: Mithril, founder of the Realm
Age: Unknown
Height/Weight: 6' , Unknown
Description: (Just read my intro)
Companion: Willowhisper, Willow for short.
Companions description: A very small white ghost-like dragon, usually seen riding Mithril’s shoulder. He has long clear wings, with black pulsating veins you can see. Willowhisper’s eyes are also an onyx black, drilling into your soul as it stares at you. His scales are a glimmering hard-as-rock white, and his spiky tail glides back and forth without effort. Even though he is small, he is not to be underestimated.
Weapons: Mithril carries many hidden weapons in her dress, that are yet to be revealed.
Abilities and talents: Mithril is skilled with herbology, as most elves are. She’s also bilingual, even able to speak with Willowhisper in a way we can’t hear. She’s very quick and swift, though unskilled with a sword, she makes up for it with other talents. Aside from her major ablities, Mithril remains calm and mysterious, she can play the ocarina and use magic. [/font]
[font=Arial, sans-serif] The Realm
A massive, gorgeous opening amidst the trees, basked in cream white from the ever-glowing moon. The stars dance above, and the weather is rarely ever worse than a normal thunderstorm. In the middle is a large clear silver pond that leaks out across well nurtured grass and off into the forest. There are various streams and a lake further off in the distance, and you hear the roar of a river (The Glowaris) near the border. There are houses in the trees, on the ground, and in the ground. Yet there seems to be room for you to settle and make a camp of your own. (( Everything else is up to your own imaginations. ^_^ )) [/font]
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Last edited by Mithril on January 2nd, 2006, 2:54 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Post subject: Posted: January 2nd, 2006, 2:53 pm |
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Joined: 30 December 2005
Posts: 471
Location: Moria
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[font=Arial, sans-serif] Mithril walked across a stream in her way, her feet padding across the slippery pebbles lightly. She was heading for the pond.
"We have lived in peace for so long, Willow. It makes me wonder how long we will stay this way..."
The tiny dragon croaked in reply.
((And so it begins ^_^ )) [/font]
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Post subject: Posted: January 2nd, 2006, 3:32 pm |
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Joined: 19 September 2005
Posts: 4450
Location: Beyond the human imagination!
Gender: Female
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I'd love to join, my charrie is in the New Charecter thread ^^
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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .
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Post subject: Posted: January 20th, 2006, 2:08 am |
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Joined: 31 December 2005
Posts: 10
Location: A dwelling place only certain Elves know of
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[font=Arial, sans-serif][[ May I join? ]]
Name: Helyanwë
Age: Long forgotten like a historic battle never recorded
Height/Weight: 5'9 / Elves were never concerned with weight, for they were all unfathomably light
Appearance: Her hair is a silver-white color, with a slight blue hint to it, and it falls in smooth waves to her waist. Her eyes are an actualy silver, depthless and haunting. Her skin is mystically pale and has a slight blue hint to it as well. Her features are sharp and striking, those who are graced with the sight of her cannot help but stare in wonder.
Companions: Stormchaser
Companions description: The stallion's coat is a gleaming, ghostly silver-white, and along with his alarming appearance, the horse is so gallant and fierce no one doubts his title as Lord of the Horses.
Helyanwë and Stormchaser have an unexplainable silent connection, though it is not telepathic or anything of the sort. Helyanwë speaks the language of the beasts and thus they can converse.
Stormchaser's eyes are a threatening ebony, strikingly contrast to his silverish body, and they are visibly perceptive as he is a wise beast, discerning and understanding.
Weapons: Helyanwë keeps many weapons hidden inside her attire, but also uses her surroundings as weapons or for protection, if need be.
Abilities and talents: Helyanwë is a skilled herbalist, as is common for Elves; she is knowledgable in the discernment of others' motives, morals, thoughts, feelings, etc; she is known for her ability to control certain elements and her singing voice is hypnotic to the point of swooning listeners.
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Helyanwë lifted her fingers from the still pond and watched as the individual water droplets slid and danced their way from her fingers to their dwelling place. Her skin felt cold, and had for some time, thus she made her way to the water and sure enough, it was warm to her touch. This knowledge unnerved her slightly, for she knew not its meaning.
Sensing rather then hearing the other behind her, she turned and rose as the other Elfess made her way toward the pond.
"Greetings, friend." Her voice was just a whisper, but it was strong and reached the others' ears. Her breath was short and quick and her Elf-senses were alive and writhing.
She maintained a stoic expression, however, and clasped her hands together slightly even as the winking stars above her began to swirl and dip in a frenzied dash. She mentally told herself to take another breath as she waited for the other Elf to speak.
Something was wrong.[/font]
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<br><i>Andúnë Nienna Celebriän</i><br>
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Post subject: Posted: April 29th, 2006, 1:21 pm |
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Joined: 27 February 2006
Posts: 11433
Location: My Imagination
Country: 
Gender: Female
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(I'll join! let me get my bio! and can you please not put it in such small print? I can't read it unless I nearly put my nose the the comp. screen)
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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08
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Post subject: Posted: April 29th, 2006, 1:28 pm |
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Joined: 27 February 2006
Posts: 11433
Location: My Imagination
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Gender: Female
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(never mind! now that I think of it.... so much typing... the more literature type just isn't for me!)
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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08
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Post subject: Posted: May 1st, 2006, 8:56 pm |
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Joined: 10 September 2005
Posts: 5839
Location: P3X-774, Rohan, Moya, or my TARDIS
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I'll join.
Name: Avia
Age: 22.
Hieght/weight: Well, that would depend on the shape she has assumed
Race: Shape shifter.
Appearence: As human, she is average hieght, and muscular. Her hair is
a dark auburn brown, and her eyes are green flecked with hazel. Her face appears stubborn, yet beautiful.
Companions: Any that may choose to acompany her. (She can comunicate to animals)
Weapons: The shapes she assumes.
Abilities and talents: Since she is a shape shifter, she can assume many different bodies, her favorite of which is a griffin (Copper body, chocolate brown feathers, and green and hazel eyes). She can also comunicate with animals. She studied magic for a short period of time.
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Post subject: Posted: May 2nd, 2006, 3:22 am |
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Joined: 01 January 2006
Posts: 3183
Location: Lothlorien
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I would like to join.
Name~Mirima
Race~High Elf
Age~Very old but it doesn't show 
Height/Weight~Tall, but average for an Elf, slender
Description~Long, chesnut brown hair that reaches to the small of her back. When travelling, it is often contained in a tight, elegant chignon. She stands gracefully, her head held high, for she is proud of her heritage. Her facial features are delicate, yet her chin is set determinedly(sp). Her blue-green eyes are confident and sparkling.
She is always dressed in blues or greens, a white gold circlet sits on her brow.
Companions~A beautiful white mare named Illeth.
Weapons~A short sword and bow when not at home.
Abilities/Skills~She is a skilled healer, as well as telepathic and well trained in the magic arts. Also an excellent swordswoman, but this skill she rarely shows. Her love of languages led her to learn over 20 different dialects fluently.
History~Of noble heritage, Mirima was raised by the best scholars in a wealthy, powerful family. With the death of her brother, though, she left the comforts of her past and seeked a life of solitude and study. After many years of travelling and learning whatever anyone would teach her, she has finally returned to the haven of her forefathers, to seek the guidance of her mother's old friend, the fair lady Mithril. _________________ 
Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."
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Post subject: Posted: May 2nd, 2006, 10:26 pm |
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Joined: 10 September 2005
Posts: 5839
Location: P3X-774, Rohan, Moya, or my TARDIS
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Avia raced through the trees as a squirrel. She lept from tree branch to tree branch, enjoying the sence of freedom that came from soaring through the air. She came to a halt when the line of trees stopped at a river. Slowly she crept down the trunk, reluctant to leave the tops of the trees. Once on the ground she shifted to her human shape. The sahpe shifter quietly slid among the trees along the banks of the river. She had no real place to be, except wondering the forest. She suddenly perked up. Did she hear voices? Yes, she did. She shifted into a wolf, who's ers were much more able to discerne the sounds. As her sence focused in, she recognized it as her friends, and raced of to meet them. As she came to thier meetining place, she again shifted to her human shape, so she could communicate with them.
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Post subject: Posted: May 4th, 2006, 7:59 pm |
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Joined: 01 January 2006
Posts: 3183
Location: Lothlorien
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Mirima walked silently toward Helyanwe, her bare feet padded silently in the dewy grass. She lifted her head at the whisper, "Greetings, friend." The fair Elf nodded her greeting, and stood quietly at her friend's side for a moment, then spoke in a normal tone. "I fear you have sensed it as well. Something is not right. I have tried to discover the meaning of this feeling often, yet it continues to elude me. Perhaps the Lady Mithril will be able to explain." Just then, her sensitive ears picked up the familiar gait of Avia in human form nearby. Turning towards the sound, she smiled slightly as her new friend emerged from the silverberry bushes.
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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."
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Post subject: Posted: May 6th, 2006, 2:27 pm |
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Joined: 21 December 2005
Posts: 736
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may i join?
Name: Ethelred (red for short)
Age: 23
Race: ranger
Appearence: He looks a bit like aragorn shoulder length stringy brown hair and blue eyes.
Companions: none at the moment but his black stallion named Sinclaire
Weapons: his sword is named Wulfgar the blade can turn into any element such as fire.ect. he carries bows and arrows.. and a daggar..
Abilities and talents: he is a mighty warrior although not very husky he is kind of smaller than most warriors but he has the speed and skill beyond compare.
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Post subject: Posted: May 7th, 2006, 3:50 am |
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Joined: 16 February 2006
Posts: 9843
Country: 
Gender: Female
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May I join? 
Name: Elenwë or Elen
Race: Dunadan (One of the few female Dunadan left.)
Age: 21
Height/Weight: 5ft 9" / Unknown
Description: Fair Skin and Strawberry Blonde hair, slightly curled, reaches down to the middle of her back. It's normally tied back in a small silver clip. Dark brown eyes which often turn greenish. Slim and fit build.
Companions: Florian, white stallion.
Companions description: White all over!
Weapons: An Elven dagger, an Elven sword.
Abilities and talents: A great tracker she can read the ground better than a map, she can read and speak Elvish and fights like a man.
Other info: She was born in the west but brought to Rivendell by her dying father when she was 12. She lived there until she was 20 and then she went on her own adventures._________________
"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."
Fwee!
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Post subject: Posted: May 10th, 2006, 10:25 pm |
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Joined: 01 January 2006
Posts: 3183
Location: Lothlorien
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**BUMP!**
Mirima figeted as she waited for someone to do something!
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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."
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Post subject: Posted: May 12th, 2006, 11:50 am |
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Joined: 16 February 2006
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Florian pawed the ground with his hoof, "What shall we do?" Elenwe asked Mirima who stood beside her.
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"Without music, life would be a mistake." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Make happy those who are near, and those who are far will come."
Fwee!
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Post subject: Posted: May 15th, 2006, 9:01 pm |
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Joined: 01 January 2006
Posts: 3183
Location: Lothlorien
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Mirima turned to Elenwe, a small wrinkle creasing her normally smooth forehead. "I feel as if something is coming, something...I don't know, sinister. Do none of you feel it? That slight stiffness in the air, the chilled smell?" She raised her nose to sniff the air, then closed her eyes. "The day wanes, I will retire for the night. Good evening."
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Thanks Haldir and Gil!
"You said: I know that this will hurt, but if I don't break your heart then things will just get worse..."
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Post subject: Posted: May 16th, 2006, 3:20 am |
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Joined: 30 December 2005
Posts: 471
Location: Moria
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(Out of character: Whoa! I am SO sorry everyone! I had no idea people wanted to do my RP. When I first made it, it just kinda died, and I figured no one wanted to join and lost all hope. On a lighter note, welcome all of you, I'm very sorry for my absence!)
Mithril drifted from the shade in the trees out into the milky clearing of the realm. She had been away for some time, on business, and a sweet sigh of relief graced her lips as she sat beside the silver pond to rest. She was notified of newcomers while she was away, and was looking forward to meeting them.
She whistled softly, and Willow came bounding out of the long grass, sticking out among the green foilage like a sore thumb.
"I will take care of matters in the morning."
He settled in her arms, where she stoked him with affection, and thought herself into a light fitfull sleep.
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