BlackJade
New Member
Medieval Roleplay.
Region: Ithilien
Races:
Humans, Fae (Elves), Nymphs, Sirens, Faeries, Dwarves, Goblins, Trolls.
Background:
Man is separated from mythical. In their religious views of honor and fighting they solely avoid any magical being. Mythical creatures are looked down upon by man as abominations, imperfections; really they envy them for their abilities. In the forests, magical beings find refuge - where myths are reality.
My only guidelines would be to play nice and no God-modding please. Everyone just have fun. Oh, and no character sheets needed. You can just join in how you like, simply just include in your starter what race you are. ^^
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Breathe in...breathe out..
Rain endlessly falls from the sky, dancing across the leaves in their peaceful music. Balanced perfectly on a thick branch, she draws the string back from her bow - directing it at her target. An elk stoops to partake of the morning dew. He's beautiful in every way, shape and form - fit to perfection, muscles flexed and a good portion of meat on him as well. But as nature would have it, he will not be in the pickings for mating season.
Thwap!
Her arrow is released and hits directly into the elk's throat - a quick death to the creature. The girl lowers her bow and jumps down from the tree, landing on both feet and positions herself in a crouch, studying the dead animal.
"Been a while since I had a good kill." She says with a slight smile, her eyes scanning the rest of the slain elk. Just by looking at him, she can already tell she won't be able to carry him all the way home. Her hands reach into her pouch as she pulls out a thick rope. "Looks like this will have to do."
Thunder rumbles overhead and the girl directs her attention to the sky, her emerald eyes looking around. It always rains in Ravenwood, and she finds no complaint in this. The rain is a peaceful and delicate thing to her. She enjoys the delicate kisses when each drop trickles down her skin or the way everything is ten times greener when there's a storm. That's what makes Ravenwood so special. Many avoid it in fear of the place being cursed. But as a Wood Nymph who enjoys her privacy, she could care less what stories men pass from one another. The less, the better in her opinion.
She finishes with the last thick knot around the elk's ankles and drags him down the trail. When she reaches her cottage, a small smile forms across her lips. It's nothing but completely gorgeous. It lies buried deep in the earth, the soil, moss overlapping the roof and vines stretching up the sides. Wild flowers have freely spread themselves all around. The only thing really separating it from nature is the large, rustic wooden door and the small bay window. A sigh of admiration escapes her lips and with that, she enters the cottage with the elk and shuts the door behind her.
"Well that hardly took any time at all, Jade. You're putting me to shame."
The girl looks up and smiles widely, humor reaching her eyes. "Oh come now, Arcane. You flatter me too much."
The large white wolf before her stretches and strides his way over, away from the fireplace. "No really. I'm quite jealous."