Jenrak
02-08-2006, 19:02
Well, the RPing form of me has died, and before I can try to revive it, I'm going to take a break. I've ditched alot of things to be on NS - My Sanity, Most of my social, and my girlfriend (I know, I'm such an asshole). But now since they're catching up to me, I've decided to take the liberty to take a break. I'm not sure how long this break will last, but rest assured I'm not completely gone - I'll occassionally be lurking around the forums, looking at posts and whatnot and posting tidbits of advice, but I won't be RPing, I'll just be keeping my account alive so when I do get my RPing flare back, I'll have a nation already prepared instead of having to create a new one and have people newer than me flame and call me a hack and a newb. I hate that terminology (but I use it anyways, mostly since I'm a hypocrit).
So as final notes, I'm leaving these notes to these two fellas -
Transylvania: There isn't much going to go on in the Two Kings roleplay anymore, just some pointless talk. The hunt will begin once the real world stops harking at me.
Jagada: You'll get Nakros Ithrimm back once we actually role play.
I know you guys probably don't care about me leaving, but hey, that's how the world works, I guess. I tried my best to be a unique, interesting spire of information, and belief. I built my nation from a league of religious historians to a group of business-like fanatics, and given the astounding amount of loyalty people show in II, that to me, is something worth noting ^^. My earlier Role Plays were godmodding stricken, I know, and I hope guys who had the earlier experience with me can forgive me for that - I've come long enough to understand the finer points of storytelling. So, as a final layout, I've placed all my statistics:
My first ever post:
There is nothing that can be done to stop an evil completely; to destroy it. But to see that same evil grow, to see it break from the cocoon of valour that encases it, that is a far more terrible thing to witness...
Asherach was a dark kingdom that brushed along the edge of the known world, a single breathing, living thing that ruled unseen lands for countless millenia. But it was no doubt indeed flawed, for after the rule of the Dark Lord Nuir Enkur, Asherach began to crumble. Without power to sustain it, the dark empire began to implode, die from within.
Inner rebellions among the clans that sustained the power started to slaughter each other,frighteningly unchallenged. Soldiers would kill their commanders, children would betray their parents to death, and death was the daily visitor of what remained of this kingdom. The fringeline forces launched a war, a war of dark seccession, where the empire crumbled beneath the shadowy lands it long ago claimed without peer.
A vast empire that took millenia to forge, destroyed and crippled from inside within months, left no legacy behind for the rest of the world to know, but a small patch of its former self. These died, one by one, but some were able to persist, to maintain their heritage, and possibly cradle their imminent forebearer's destruction.
Saerus breathed deeply, his lungs slowly clicking repeatedly. He glanced off from place to place, and usually saw many things inside his room that he normally did not. He was charged with a great task, but it wasn't something he could normally do.
His skills were restricted normally to the battlefield, but it was neccessary for him to partake in this task. He couldn't leave it, or else he would probably fail the objective. He was nervous, and to step outside the boundaries of Jenrak made him careful, diligent, for he was told of great stories of the evilness that lurked in the world. Saerus took up his long dashy traveller's cloak, and his shining sword and pistol, and off he went, to further find more information that is most likely scattered in the world on his beloved nation.
Many places would not know Jenrak, a hidden country, an invisible remains of a dark power. Saerus was not proud of this certain history, but he was impressed by the resilience of the Empire's remains. He stepped out his door, and fumbled deeply into his pockets for his keys.
"Where are they?" He asked himself intently.
"Ah." He pressed his fingers against a sharp edge, and pulled out a pair of long, periwinkle keys that slid tightly into the keyhole of his house, and the door clicked loudly.
Dropping them back into his pocket, Saerus turned around and gazed at the clouds climbing over the towers before he remembered to move on. Footsteps were here behind him, but by ignoring them, he only furthered the speed of his pace. Something seemed to follow him, and the rattling behind him rattled faster with every second. The borders never looked so inviting.
That was my first post ever. Not my first decent post - my first roleplay post. Guess how many replies I got - 1 ^^
My Longest Post: 22 Pages Long, 10 point font. Sadly enough, I had to break it down. :(
My Shortest RP Post: "Heh." He replied.
The RPer I got on best with: The Transylvania
The RPer I have the most respect for: Generic Empire
The RPer I hate the most: Spit Break - Sorry man, I just do for some reason.
RPers who turned into pretty cool friends: The Transylvania, Magdha (Formerly Roach Busters), Jagada, Rithman-naar, DMG, Kraven (and anybody else who I forgot, sorry about that - I have no excuse ^^)
Number of official Civil Wars: 7 (Remember, OFFICIAL Civil Wars)
Most Successful Thread: Gelectriax and the Girl
Instead of ranting for half a page and expecting sympathies, I now placed my stats for your viewing and interest pleasures, and any questions you might have before I leave this and let myself regain my sanity. I'll be on for today (It's 2:00 pm right for me as of the time I wrote this thread), and then after that I'll only log in now and then to keep my account alive. So, any questions?
So as final notes, I'm leaving these notes to these two fellas -
Transylvania: There isn't much going to go on in the Two Kings roleplay anymore, just some pointless talk. The hunt will begin once the real world stops harking at me.
Jagada: You'll get Nakros Ithrimm back once we actually role play.
I know you guys probably don't care about me leaving, but hey, that's how the world works, I guess. I tried my best to be a unique, interesting spire of information, and belief. I built my nation from a league of religious historians to a group of business-like fanatics, and given the astounding amount of loyalty people show in II, that to me, is something worth noting ^^. My earlier Role Plays were godmodding stricken, I know, and I hope guys who had the earlier experience with me can forgive me for that - I've come long enough to understand the finer points of storytelling. So, as a final layout, I've placed all my statistics:
My first ever post:
There is nothing that can be done to stop an evil completely; to destroy it. But to see that same evil grow, to see it break from the cocoon of valour that encases it, that is a far more terrible thing to witness...
Asherach was a dark kingdom that brushed along the edge of the known world, a single breathing, living thing that ruled unseen lands for countless millenia. But it was no doubt indeed flawed, for after the rule of the Dark Lord Nuir Enkur, Asherach began to crumble. Without power to sustain it, the dark empire began to implode, die from within.
Inner rebellions among the clans that sustained the power started to slaughter each other,frighteningly unchallenged. Soldiers would kill their commanders, children would betray their parents to death, and death was the daily visitor of what remained of this kingdom. The fringeline forces launched a war, a war of dark seccession, where the empire crumbled beneath the shadowy lands it long ago claimed without peer.
A vast empire that took millenia to forge, destroyed and crippled from inside within months, left no legacy behind for the rest of the world to know, but a small patch of its former self. These died, one by one, but some were able to persist, to maintain their heritage, and possibly cradle their imminent forebearer's destruction.
Saerus breathed deeply, his lungs slowly clicking repeatedly. He glanced off from place to place, and usually saw many things inside his room that he normally did not. He was charged with a great task, but it wasn't something he could normally do.
His skills were restricted normally to the battlefield, but it was neccessary for him to partake in this task. He couldn't leave it, or else he would probably fail the objective. He was nervous, and to step outside the boundaries of Jenrak made him careful, diligent, for he was told of great stories of the evilness that lurked in the world. Saerus took up his long dashy traveller's cloak, and his shining sword and pistol, and off he went, to further find more information that is most likely scattered in the world on his beloved nation.
Many places would not know Jenrak, a hidden country, an invisible remains of a dark power. Saerus was not proud of this certain history, but he was impressed by the resilience of the Empire's remains. He stepped out his door, and fumbled deeply into his pockets for his keys.
"Where are they?" He asked himself intently.
"Ah." He pressed his fingers against a sharp edge, and pulled out a pair of long, periwinkle keys that slid tightly into the keyhole of his house, and the door clicked loudly.
Dropping them back into his pocket, Saerus turned around and gazed at the clouds climbing over the towers before he remembered to move on. Footsteps were here behind him, but by ignoring them, he only furthered the speed of his pace. Something seemed to follow him, and the rattling behind him rattled faster with every second. The borders never looked so inviting.
That was my first post ever. Not my first decent post - my first roleplay post. Guess how many replies I got - 1 ^^
My Longest Post: 22 Pages Long, 10 point font. Sadly enough, I had to break it down. :(
My Shortest RP Post: "Heh." He replied.
The RPer I got on best with: The Transylvania
The RPer I have the most respect for: Generic Empire
The RPer I hate the most: Spit Break - Sorry man, I just do for some reason.
RPers who turned into pretty cool friends: The Transylvania, Magdha (Formerly Roach Busters), Jagada, Rithman-naar, DMG, Kraven (and anybody else who I forgot, sorry about that - I have no excuse ^^)
Number of official Civil Wars: 7 (Remember, OFFICIAL Civil Wars)
Most Successful Thread: Gelectriax and the Girl
Instead of ranting for half a page and expecting sympathies, I now placed my stats for your viewing and interest pleasures, and any questions you might have before I leave this and let myself regain my sanity. I'll be on for today (It's 2:00 pm right for me as of the time I wrote this thread), and then after that I'll only log in now and then to keep my account alive. So, any questions?