Fantasy The Seiveril Elves of Lor

[Amityvillager]

And introduction to the role play:






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ou become bored with this drab summer day and you have the urge to go into the nearby woods. You grab only a couple things and head out. You head out into the shade of the trees and turn to take a look at your house, but you're not sure why. You shrug and delve deep into the forest, picking your way around fallen logs and rocks. Not long after, your hear the sound of water. Strange. You've been in these woods a lot, and even during your miles long excursions you never even glimpsed a creek or small pond. You turn towards the noise, and begin towards it, a purpose guiding your stride now.






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inally, after what seems like hours, you reach the source of the sound. A clear pond sits in the middle of a ring of tall, majestic birch trees. After taking a moment to scratch your puzzled head, you move closer. Small pebbles make up the bottom of the pond and you catch glimpses of gemstones, A second look makes you realize these are actually small fish. You follow one's path with your eyes, watching as it darts away from a large stone in the center. Instead of wondering why the moss covered rock suddenly appears, a strange force compels you forward. You move easily through the water and as you progress, your head feels lighter, somehow. You think nothing of it as you climb upon the rock.






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miling in glee, you run a hand across the plush moss, realizing how tired you are, It couldn't hurt to take a nap, you thing as you lay your head down in your arms. It seems like only seconds later when you hear a voice say something foreign. The voice repeats it, more clearly and loudly this time, By the third time, you realize it is your name, but you don't recall ever hearing it before then. In fact. you don't recall anything from the time before the waking moments.




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A quick description of some very important aspects of the role play:

• Souls: Your soul was removed by the elves so you would be youthful forever. (This means you are immortal, not invincible.) As soon as that happened, your soul sough refuge in an animal, and it became your familiar of sorts. If your soul dies, you turn to stone and your "statue" takes its place in the Garden of Galaeron.
  
• Memories: Gone. You don't even get those "pin-prick" feelings in your brain or the tip of your tongue moments. You still have knowledge of things like hunting, but nothing of the human realm, like names and faces and historical events. You also never get them back. They all left you when you walked through the Waters of Wisteri (the pond from the beginning).
  

This is where you awaken. An elf clad in gold armor points you towards the village.


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This is the main business area of the village. The buildings highest upon the hills are the courts and home of the nobles.


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The homes of all the villagers look like this one. Multiple families live in each home and are looked over by a Resident Lord or Lady. All the humans also live in the same home, but separate from the elves; they are looked over by Daenalaia, "Chancellor of the Changelings."


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Other Important Areas


Garden of Galaeron: A lush, beautiful garden decorated with human statues. They all seem to have holes in their chests. . . .


Waters of Wisteri: A mysterious pond in the human world that sucks memories from whomever is in the water. It is also the gateway to Lor (where the role play takes place).


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1. No god-modding, as usual.
   
2. Let's keep the romance PG-13; fade to black if you need to. And keep the gore out of the macabre. No one wants entrails hanging from the ceiling! (Unless you're a butcher I suppose. . . .)
   
3. Post at least once a week. If you don't and don't tell me about an absence beforehand, you will be killed off. In a natural way, of course.
   
4. Post at least a paragraph that's 4-5 sentences long. More would be supremely awesome, but do what you can. Also, grammar and spelling should be correct; I won't freak out on you for it, but consistent incorrect grammar and spelling is highly exasperating.
   
5. Sprucing up the post is not required, but it would be great. Images of the character you're role playing in the post are always a bonus! (I can make a cool, smaller character image for you, if you ask!)
   
6. No drama. Hate the character, no the player. On the same note, don't make your character unbearably obnoxious.
   

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[Amityvillager]

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The petite woman known as the Chancellor of Changelings took a sip of the sweet water an elf placed before her. "Chancellor," the elf said with some annoyance--he was new to the village and thought very little of the people's human pets-- "They're here." He gave a purposely sloppy bow and turned on his heel. The elf stalked out and she stuck her tongue out behind his back before rising to her feet and holding out an arm to her falcon. The bird took flight and landed on the leather brace that protected his companion's arm from his sharp talons.


"I suppose it's time to name our new comrades. Haven't seen any other human for a long time," the woman said, stroking the bird's head with her forefinger gently. She started down the path that led away from the outdoor seating area of the home given to the humans. It had been empty for a long time. Silvyr was the last to be with her, but after a spat with a newcomer, she found herself planting daffodils by their statues in the Garden of Galaeron. She shook the thought off her shoulders, finally reaching the circle of stones that newcomers awoke in. In the blink of an eye, they would appear, one after another. "Synnorha; Eskilo; Idhrenion; Raeglas." One by one, she would whisper their names in their ear as the breeze whispered them to her. She slipped silently into the shadows as they woke up and started towards the village and up the path to the house, their new home.


By watching, she learned a lot. Especially when their animals, their souls presented themselves. A ferret; a fox; a cat; a snowy owl. The Chancellor's own soul and companion flew above, circling and watching. He was keeping an eye on the new souls, making sure nothing tried to attack. The falcon knew that in time they would tune in to their companions, just like he had. He knew when she started back towards the house, taking the shortcut so she could meet the newcomers. He dove at a mouse, finding a snack before following her.


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[LuckyMisfortune]

Raeglas

"Raeglas....."


A soft breeze, trees swaying their leaves, it felt the same as before. But, what was before? Raeglas's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember, nothing came. You might think, how can nothing come, yet nothing did. No memories of what he had been doing or who he was. He sniffed, smelling a clean and crisp smell. He smiled, thinking about nothing. Raeglas just loved this smell. The air was warm and inviting. His pale, blue eyes suddenly snapped opened. This place looked unfamiliar, but what was familiar? Raeglas stood, standing at his height of 6'2. He squinted his eyes, and saw a ring of stones.


He didn't know why, but he started walking. Raeglas didn't know where, yet kept walking. There was a house, so he decided to follow it. He figured, he'd have to ask someone where he was and how he got here. It was a stupid question, but Raeglas needed answers. Suddenly, a Snowy Owl came down and perched itself on his shoulder. He looked at it, but he kept walking anyways. The animal felt familiar and it wasn't bothering him. He shrugged as his walk continued. His facial expression was cold looking, even though he didn't think of it.

 

[Dark Passenger]

The moss beneath Edwin felt nice and soft he felt relaxed as the soft humming sound filled his ears. The moss felt like a soft feather bed. Suddenly a heaving, warm weight landed on his chest. His eyes opened and he found himself staring into the pupils of a 8ft long Emerald Boa. Edwin sits up in flash of terror. The snake falls into his lap with an unconcerned hiss. He looks into his lap and feels nothing but a strange affinity for this animal that has wound up in his lap. He feels like he should be afraid of the snake but the reason that his mind felt as if he should remember something. With a shrug, he climbs off of the mossy bed and starts walking towards the edge of the forest carrying with him nothing but his gear which consists of a small amount of food, a length of rope, and a belt knife. The forest seems to close in as he walks towards it.

 

[Dark Passenger]

The shimmering shadows of forest played on the snakes scales as it slid up his arm to coil around his neck like some obscene scarf. Once the snake was settled in place it pulled its narrow head up so that it could look into his eyes. He pulled back just a little bit at the intelligence shown in that reptilian face. The snake seemed familiar yet also very foreign. He came to a stop entranced by the knowledge and thoughts the snake possessed. A sudden hush descended on the forest and the snake broke eye contact looking around the small clearing with an alertness that even a hawk couldn't manage. Edwin looks around carefully reaching slowly for his belt knife.

 

[Mythic Grim]

Idhrenion walk along the path. He had no idea why he was following it, he just had a feeling that he had to go along the path. Ever since he woke up in the pond. He follow the path, listening to the sounds of nature and let the smells of the nature kiss his sense.


He looked around at the others that woke, most of them had an animal with them. Idhrenion felt something off to his left. He stopped and looked in the direction, what he saw was the blushes were moving slightly. Idhrenion moved toward the blushes, then all of the sudden a cat jump out and knock him over. The cat land on his chest and stared at him happily. Idhrenion stare at the cat. "Why hello Miss. Cat. How can I help you?" The cat just lay down on his chest purr happily still. "Well could you get off please?" He asked nicely. The cat titled her head and got off. Idhrenion stood and the rub herself against his leg. Idhrenion smile. "Why aren't you a cute one." The cat look at him and then walk ahead. "Well I guess I'm following you now..." A smile on his face.


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[Yang Hoi]

Synnorha awoke to the soft touch of silky fur, slowly lifting her eyelids she was surrounded by a glistening glen and beautiful scenery. Feeling a slight weight on her chest she looked down to see a ferret sniffing her chin with a curious expression. A feeling of nostaglia washed over her and departed just as fast, "W-what was that?" she whispered softly to the ferret. The ferret cocked its head to the side and simply stared at her with deep navy eyes.