@Sythe: Your character is slowly regaining consciousness. So post away. Apart from a brad bruise on his head nothing is wrong with him.

[ 03-10-2004, 12:18 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

BTW starting the rpg does not mean that joining isn't possible. By all means if you want to join go ahead. I'm sure I would be able to fit you into the story.

Erm... I read the post about the throwing equipment. If I can, with the rock I find around and all the stuff I can throw by hand or by magic, can I have three elven daggers to hurl and pull back to me after the fight or in a time-out(hide, etc.) from the battle?

That could be acceptable. I just did not want magic to be over powered, so that is why I imposed limits.

Yeah, sure. I use a spell(full .8 for a telekinetic spell) to throw the dagger(s). And I promise I'll "keep it real" :D

For clarity reasons, since my dwarf and Cienden's character were using the same fontcolors I changed my characters color.

With Feldorn I am still going to be using <font color=green> this color </font>.
With Hrolf I shall use from now on <font color=gold> this color. </font>

I shall be posting what Feldorn finds probably tomorrow, so if anyone wants to post before that you have until about same time tomorrow.

Mistral has pm-d me that she wants to join so I shall wait for it until posting further in the game.

Sorry; I was caught up with work again and these timezone differences do not help [img]graemlins/verysad.gif[/img]

Name: Robyn Stratsworth
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Human
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 120 lbs
Appearance: Naturally dark brown hair, almond-shaped grey eyes. She limps slightly when she walks.

History:

Robyn can remember bits and pieces of her childhood, when she would live with her mother in a rather deserted, worn-down hut in the wilderness. It was a peaceful and humble life they lived, weaving cloth for selling and using what little silver that brought to buy their daily necessities. Along the way, Robyn loved to play make-believe and became quite good at imitating others, especially when she had the right costume to go along with it. Besides being an excellent seamstress, Robyn's mother had a natural gift for healing others. All this, she taught to little Robyn as much as she could before dying of grief for her one love - Robyn's father.

Since then, Robyn has had to fend for herself in the world, relying on what she has been taught to make a living. Seldom dispirited, but never found being exuberant, she exudes an air of worldly solemness wherever she goes.

Class: Healer & Master of Disguise and Weaving

Now we can start things going. I'll have a post up in a few hours only though since now I have to go to class.