NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC This is a completely open rp, and this can go anywhere. This is a fantasy enviorment, and such things like magic are involved. I do not want super powerful characters, like grand mages or master swordsmen with legendary plate mail or something.

This can go anywhere folks, and there is no real plot. Feel free to make up something about what relationship my character has had with yours, past occourances etc.

Right, lets see where this goes....)

It was raining lightly, the sky giving a gentle sprinkling of cool water, which fell around the solitary figure, who sneezed in some strange form of gratitude. The sun was shining upon the calm land.

He was currently sitting under a great outreached tree, which great arms gave a pleasant drumming as the rain pattered onto the green leaves. The mage put his hands into the depths his sleeves of his robe. It was an indication of his life profession, that he could alter reality through incantations.

Unlike the clichéd wizard, he hardly wore the typical robe, nor did he use a conventional staff. He wore a white and black robe, one which had folds and buckles all over it, but still allowed him to run easily. His staff, which was currently a small metal rod within one of his pockets, could be sprang open to normal size.

He sighed and his eyes closed as he wondered when this person would arrive. He had been sent a letter to come here, that it was vitally important that they met. Seymour was hardly one to take risks, but what they had promised intreged him deeply.

Seymour opened his eyes again, and looked around the field of grass, dotted with the occasional tree, much like the one which he was sitting under.

When are you coming....

And then, he saw a figure in the distance. He stood up and tried to make out who the figure was....and what they wanted.

Picture of Seymour (http://www.creativeuncut.com/media/s3-albert.jpg)

OOC: We're semi-fantasy. We have some abilities beyond normal humans due to a weird mediation and focus technique, but no spells or anything like that. Can we still participate?

(OOC yes, sure, but the try and keep the main focus that these characters are human beings and have weaknesses and feelings etc (applyable to any race btw :) . Feel free to join in!)

BUMP...

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Fiona was bored, and annoyed. Her full plate armor glinted in the daylight as she walked through yet another endless stretch of fields. This shortcut was turning into . . . whatever the opposite of a shortcut was.

The villagers told her to head northwards, so she headed northwards. Apparently, they lied. The city was probably in the opposite direction of where he was heading. Fiona chuckled, the sound echoing inside the armor. If she would ever go back to that village, there would be hell to pay.

Fiona was not an ordinary knight. If the mithril-steel armor covered in runes and equations was not enough, the sight of her turning her gaunlet into a two-meter-long sword usually made it clear that she was some sort of mage. And a fully-armored person seven feet in height did not get much trouble from anyone.

Usually Fiona's spiked mace was enough to ward off opponents, however, so she saved transmutation for other things.