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Kalia_Majere
11/13/2004 10:18 AM

okay peeps, this would be set after the WOS. So magic is back, as are the gods (save two of course) so... heh, have fun!

Avenging_Angel
11/13/2004 10:29 AM

Yay!!!
*throws confetti*
Yeah, yeah, I know.... *grabs a broom*

Aeramae
12/27/2004 7:41 AM

Never been part of a Fernwood thread before. So....I guess if I were to try to join I'd be completely lost. As would any newbies.

Avenging_Angel
12/27/2004 8:03 AM


....I guess if I were to try to join I'd be completely lost. As would any newbies.



Lost? Not really. Fernwood's pretty simple: a village north of Hopeful, south of Thorbardin. The village itself is a cleared area in the forest with a road leading through it, and a sign reading "Welcome to Fernwood Village".
The inn of E Asha' A Mellonea is the main structure, across the road from it is a large silver tree with the silver dragon Quicksilver and his family's home. Ariekne's tree is near the center of town, and Airiana's lair is around here somewhere. Timesplit used to have a home here, as do Silvermagess' characters. :)

Akimae_Joulan
12/27/2004 10:53 AM

May i please join this thread? If im allowed, I'd like to be a blue-violet dragoness....
Is that ok?

Avenging_Angel
12/27/2004 2:32 PM


May i please join this thread? If im allowed, I'd like to be a blue-violet dragoness....
Is that ok?


Lol, what are you asking for? There's no Game Master, but it's awesome of you to ask first. Only question about the blue-violet.......uh, there's no such thing as a purple or violet dragon on krynn.....or is she from another world?

Akimae_Joulan
12/27/2004 3:11 PM

ok..ill stick with blue silver then? >
XD
sha woo

Avenging_Angel
12/27/2004 7:15 PM

Blue-silver's just fine:D

Airiana
12/27/2004 11:02 PM

I will be joining this eventually, but just wanted to say...

My lair is actually under the Mageware shop that my character Airiana's lifemate, Matthiass, runs. And that structure is right beside E Asha 'A Mellonea Inn (All that stuff translates as "The Spirit of Friends" from Elven).

Black_Plague
12/28/2004 12:53 PM

I think ill poke my nose into this one.

Shadoe
12/31/2004 4:31 PM

hey since i missed the other fernwood thread i joined because i couldn't get into using rpgconsortium but now im back into RPing so back, so im joining. if anyone is wondering my other account was Angelknight but i quit so ya

[Edited by Shadoe on Friday, December 31, 2004 4:35 PM]

Avenging_Angel
01/01/2005 10:17 AM

*jumps*

Angelknight....hey, I remember you! You were in the Taladas thread! Welcome back! ^_^

Aeramae
01/01/2005 12:00 PM

I might try this out. Hope you all can handle me!

Name: Sarah Barlow
Age: 18
Race: Human
Description:(http://img122.exs.cx/img122/6100/sarahbarlow7oc.png" width="150" height="290" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us)
Background: Sarah recently discovered she has the gift of magic. She tried telling her family, hoping they'd support her. That wasn't the case, however, and they turned their backs on her, stating that as long as she had the gift and wished to pursue it, then she was not one of them. The young woman was dismayed to hear her familys decision, but instead of denying her gift, left home in search of someone who would train her. She has a pair of silver crescent moon earrings she always wears, to show that she wishes to be alligned with Solinari, the white god of old.

Exile
01/04/2005 12:17 PM

I'll try this out, even though I don't know a lot about Dragonlance. If I get something wrong... just put me in my place. Wherever that is.

Avenging_Angel
01/07/2005 10:18 PM

Here's some pictures of my Fernwood characters I made with this dollmaker:here. These aren't 100% accurate, but they give a fairly good idea of what I mean. (Unfortunately it's only for females....I'm hoping I can somehow make men with it)

Solar, the gold dragoness.

Solar served with Whitestone forces during the War of the Lance, where she befriended a younger dragon, her mate Quicksilver. Long after, during the peace between the War of the lance and the Summer of Chaos, she accidentally stumbled across a peaceful village, Fernwood, and was delighted to meet up with some of her old friends from the war, Quicksilver and an orphaned green named Verdia. Eventually she and Quicksilver were married, and are happily living in Fernwood.

Kristal, the silver/gold

Kristal is one of Solar and Quicksilver's children. Unlike her sister, Goldflower, she is very much a tomboy, and her mother can barely get her to wear skirts, she is so determined to out-do her brothers.


Goldflower, the silver/gold

Goldflower is the other of Solar and Quicksilver's daughters, very much a proper and prim little girl.

Aeramae
01/09/2005 10:55 AM

It's alot easier to show people what your character looks like with a dollmaker, isn't it Angel?

SoaringEagle
01/09/2005 4:33 PM

Hmm... well seeing as how I was planning on joining the last Fernwood thread, I think I'll join this one. I'll post my character(s) later on. Definately not a dragon seeing as how there are already alot of dragon characters. Maybe a mage....

Avenging_Angel
01/09/2005 4:46 PM


It's alot easier to show people what your character looks like with a dollmaker, isn't it Angel?


*looks guilty* Well, yes.....


Soaring:

Welcome aboard! We can always use new villagers......

Black_Plague
01/09/2005 6:07 PM

I find hero makers really good for that. you get all sorts of things including fur.

SoaringEagle
01/10/2005 1:33 PM


I find hero makers really good for that. you get all sorts of things including fur.


Is there a site for that? I'll start to post with my character in a bit.

Caelin
01/10/2005 2:04 PM

Aye soaring, try: www.heromachine.com

I think that is the site and program the squirrel is referring to. ;)

Black_Plague
01/10/2005 6:07 PM

dats the one.

Avenging_Angel
01/10/2005 6:43 PM

Uh, yeah, I'm sticking with the dollmaker....all those "heroes" are butt-ugly. *shakes head*

Black_Plague
01/10/2005 6:55 PM

yeah, but you get more stuff and you can do guys. plus with a handy photoshop or paint application. you get pretty heroes.

Caelin
01/13/2005 1:01 PM

Hmmm, I think I just might drop my battlemage/shapeshifter in there.

Here's his pic. (sorry guys, this one is fully hand-made)

(http://img158.exs.cx/img158/3531/caelin27fd.jpg" width="284)

Please let me know if I can.

Caelin is the character I play in the training grounds, who is D&D based.
I believe that fits with the dragonlance setting?

Avenging_Angel
01/15/2005 8:01 PM


(sorry guys, this one is fully hand-made)


Yay for the traditional art.....if my freaking scanner weren't broken AGAIN, I'd have pics to post *weeps*


Please let me know if I can.


Best thing about Fernwood: no real DM. Jump on in!



Caelin is the character I play in the training grounds, who is D&D based.
I believe that fits with the dragonlance setting?


*snorts* Oh please, even if he isn't DL, he's fine. We've had a lot of plane/world/realm-imported characters.

Black_Plague
01/15/2005 9:34 PM

Like mine. Not even from any book or other fantasy story i know of.

Avenging_Angel
02/21/2005 12:14 PM


Like mine. Not even from any book or other fantasy story i know of.


Yeah, can't say as I've ever heard of any giant talking sword-wielding squirrels.

Aeramae
02/22/2005 6:35 AM

Well, maybe in the Narnia series...they weren't giant, but they could talk & fight with swords.

Black_Plague
02/22/2005 2:01 PM

hey, lets not forget shadow control here

Chaos_Lord07
02/26/2005 5:43 PM

I'm just plane new I really don't know how to go about rping on the internet but i'll try.
Darren has no real background, he is a knight from a small town, his dad was killed in the great wars , but i wonder how he is going to progress.

Chaotic_Wolf_Anthro
03/17/2005 3:54 PM

Hope you guys enjoy the interesting background of my charater. Can i put him up stairs inn where he was asleep then comes down for some ale and songs.

Character:

Name: Drake Alu’ Caste
Age: 28
Race: Human
Height: 5’8"
Weight: 151 pounds
Eye C: Deep Amber
Hair C: Black
Sex: Male
Occupation / Class: Novice Alchemist / Archer
Background:

When he was a boy he dreamed of the wars of the past. All the seemingly endless journeys his brother Mallock and him would have together.
Whether it be chasing the “evil” cows out of moms garden or saving sir “Fluffs” from the tyranny of “Baron General Houndeth”. Till one day on their home trip, as the walk out of the edge of the forest, they saw an alarming and ominous sight.

Giant black tower of doom enveloping their house. The smoke was purest black and the stench that Drake had never wishes he had smelled. He knew whom or rather what it was that did this. Orcs. Fear swelled in him as his younger brother screaming wanting to know if mommy and daddy were ok.

Drake told him to stay in the forest under the hollow oak that they always played under. His brother ran off into the woods, as he turned to climb the hill to get a better view. Then he lost his balance and stumbled down the hill rapidly, when he landed he realized he knew were dad kept his old swords and armor, the shack. He lunged at the nearest sword he could lift as he opened the old doors; then he heard screams. That scream he will never forget “BROTHER HELP!” it was like hell.

Now he knew why dad cried when he came out to the old shack. Because he could not have protected all of them, all his friends that died. He whirled around anger and furry filled within him. He raced to where the screams had come from. The heat of the day had settle upon the settlement like the doom that settled in his heart. He knew he wouldn’t live through his chosen course of action, but what did it matter as long as he killed one of those bandit bastards, then he would pass over to the next world awaiting to kill’em again!

The orcs where in a half-circle gathered where the smoke had originated from. The air smelt of burn meat and hair; all the while they laughed and grunted with pleasure at their handy work. The Leader, who had orchestrated the whole massacre, gloated as he drooled upon a thigh bone from the human man that they had slaughtered “ I am surprised that humans defend their animals instead of themselves!” he gurgled under the warm blood. “To think all this for a stupid mongrel, he is as white as they are!” he yelled over the crowd whose eyes weren’t upon him as he held up them mutt?

“I will kill you all,” thought the boy as he slashed at their legs with a furry he never thought a fourteen-year-old boy could have. Until he was suddenly aware that they moved aside to let him in the center their bonfire; then it hit him the had feasted upon his father and just finished gutting his brother as he had done to fish he caught.
“NO…hh...how...ccou...ld.”, shock had hit him as though he been clubbed in the face with a tree. Rage boiled
over, sweat ran down his arms, he could barley breath, all he could do know was go out with a vengeance.

”Hahahah” bellowed the Bandit Leader, ”Hhahaaha this boy this punished human dog meat no cow meat.” He started as the boy trembled but not in fear but in purest hatred. ”This man child has fight we will take him with us in captivity for the Chief.” He had said in their foul tongue.

“What was the bastard spurting out of his face know? Probably to let him be a side dish to my brother!” he thought frantically wondering whether or not to kill himself or be eaten alive. “ I choose neither!” the boy screamed and charge to the Leader as a mad boar would to a hunter. Caught of guard they bandits that sat next to him sprang from their seat a restrained the boy

“Shackle him to the mutt.” Ordered the Leader…13 years later after that the boy escape into the night ever seen from again.

Equipment: A dark green cloak w/ small leaf/ and hood/ rain proof, leather boots, and bag of gold w/ 20 pieces in it.

*(Not much)
Weapons: An oak long bow w/ 2 quiver* of arrows, to iron daggers in either boot, and an ounce of poison*.
*(Ounce of poison can cover 30 arrows)
*(15 arrows in a quiver)

Magic Attacks: *matter shift (change form of object)
*(Need both hands)/(Must be equal)

blue_raven5
03/23/2005 5:34 PM

"hi, my name is raven, and i have an... rping problem"
"hi raven"
Anyways, i dont wanna be a jerk or anything, but i sorta added my own house to the city. if you guys/girls want, i can make a correction, and say i live in an existing building, or something. Also, my character is on that hero builder website thing, but i dont know how to copy it to put it here, if anyone could like tell me or something, that would be cool. also, im new to rping in message boards, but i rp a lot in live action games. i use the custom roleplaying games in warcraft, and those are a lot of fun, so i will use my experience from those here. lemme know if i do anything stupid. Heres my character description and stuff.

first name: Aisha
last name: unknown
age: 21
race: elf/human/demon
height: 5'7"
eye color: brown
hair color: purple
weight: 110 lbs
sex:female (like me!)
occupation:mercenary - experienced / hunter - average / assassin - experienced (they all sorta go together.)

history:

Three years ago, Aisha was happily living in a home just down the street from her parents. She had just had her Taumpa, or coming of age, and she was proudly sporting her new armor. It was an entire set of reinforced armor, completely gold. Everyone was envious of her newly acquired protection, and everyone wished they had been as lucky as she. One person was too jealous though. Back where she came from, gold was the rarest metal, and therefore, was also very valuable.
One day, while she was out in the forest hunting, that jealous fool decided he wanted the armor she had recieved on her joyous celebration. He had been studying the dark arts for some time, being part shadow bane. He used his powers to summon evil demons, which he used to capture her. She fought back bravely, but she was too weak. He brought her back to his lair, where he had watched her and waited for the perfect time to strike. When he brought her in, she was wearing her new armor. He tried to take it, but he could not, for it was pure, and he was evil. But he was too greedy to give up. He infused his shadow powers with her armor, trying to make it just evil enough for him to wear. This had an adverse effect, though. Instead of making it come off, it became attached to her skin, unwilling to be given up to such a "weakling". It turned a vile black, leaving only a small amount of the gold. The armor had a mind of its own, and did not want to be taken by someone so inferior.
In his rage, he screamed at her, hitting her, and knocking her to the floor. Before she could do anything, he ripped off her wings, and replaced them with demonic ones. He knew that demons were frowned upon in the village and that no one would accept her as a lifemate in her new state.
She was sent back to her village left to suffer, instead of being granted death. Upon arriving back at the village, she was shunned, and chased from her home. She was no longer wanted there. After some thought, she decided to restart her life somewhere else. She arrived at the city of Fernwood. It was fairly isolated, and she was sure no one had heard of her all the way over here. Aisha settled down here, built a home, and started over, as a simple villager who keeps to herself.

equipment: woodcutters axe, rain cloak, white wolfhide boots, bearhide gloves, several tunics, several pairs of shorts, bearskin coat (for cold weather), 1000 gold pieces (she sold hides from the animals she killed over 3 year period), an ankh - egyptian necklace piece, other miscellaneous items.

weapons: 2 scimitars - black with gold trim, 2 longswords - black with gold trim, halbred - silver pole with blue (mithril) blade, emergency dagger - black with gold trim, platebody - black with gold trim, arm and leg cuffs - black with gold trim. all armor is infused with pure shadow.

magic: shadow sink - able to sink into any shadows to become completely invisible (hands free), demon summon - able to summon one small weak demon of the shadows (uses both hands / requires a lot of her power leaving her fairly vulnerable).

ok, i guess thats it. sorry its so long. just one more thing, sorry to chaotic_wolf_anthro, but i used your character description as a basis for mine. thanks though!

One more quick thing. I have a picture i wanna use, but i dont know how to get it on the side of my replies. you know, the ones that go up every time you make a post? like, black_plague has a stoned squirrel, and chaotic wolf anthro has a wolf. i have a picture i wanna use there, but i dont know where to go to put one up! can anyone help me with that too? thanks!

[Edited by blue_raven5 on Tuesday, April 12, 2005 1:30 PM]

tassanaburrfoot
05/13/2005 4:18 PM

I've been avoiding this thread for a while now due to my attention spent on Decision Day and A Journey's Tests (which I had moved to my own boards, for those who don't know.)

Can anyone here fill me in on what's going on? I'm gonna be bringing back Saegle so that he can open the inn again. I just need a summary of what's going on, so that I'll know how to enter.

Black_Plague
05/13/2005 5:58 PM

well, lets see. everyones ditched the thread so its just me and blue raven. however theres a sorta plot thing happening right now. You see a bunch of demons captured Raven's charachter while mine went off to save her. He also brought back a cultists and restrained him on the floor.

kawai
07/06/2005 5:25 PM

ok, i'm puting my charries info here

name: samuel(preferres sam)

speceis: demon( but he has a heart)

hair color: bluish green

eye color: blue

ears: cute little kitty ears atop his head

tail: no hair untill the end of it, lots of hair

weapons: none yet(would have a sword, no money)

clothing: a black cape( teared and long) white shirt too big for him (strings criss\crossing the sleeves) pants are a dark blue

status: wanted for stealing from the Xkingdom of ebonyX

personalty: likes animals, is hotheaded at times, would rescue anyone if paid or was his best friend.

weakness: hypnosis, slashes to his arms or sides, a knife to the kneck, threatened about one of his freinds he might be trying to save

strengths: his only freind moon, the shapeshifting mage.


ok well i recently put his story into the rp. i hope you guys enjoy it

[Edited by kawai on Wednesday, July 6, 2005 7:02 PM]

[Edited by kawai on Thursday, July 7, 2005 10:38 AM]

kawai
07/07/2005 12:01 PM


When he was a boy he dreamed of the wars of the past. All the seemingly endless journeys his brother Mallock and him would have together.
Whether it be chasing the “evil” cows out of moms garden or saving sir “Fluffs” from the tyranny of “Baron General Houndeth”. Till one day on their home trip, as the walk out of the edge of the forest, they saw an alarming and ominous sight.

Giant black tower of doom enveloping their house. The smoke was purest black and the stench that Drake had never wishes he had smelled. He knew whom or rather what it was that did this. Orcs. Fear swelled in him as his younger brother screaming wanting to know if mommy and daddy were ok.

Drake told him to stay in the forest under the hollow oak that they always played under. His brother ran off into the woods, as he turned to climb the hill to get a better view. Then he lost his balance and stumbled down the hill rapidly, when he landed he realized he knew were dad kept his old swords and armor, the shack. He lunged at the nearest sword he could lift as he opened the old doors; then he heard screams. That scream he will never forget “BROTHER HELP!” it was like hell.

Now he knew why dad cried when he came out to the old shack. Because he could not have protected all of them, all his friends that died. He whirled around anger and furry filled within him. He raced to where the screams had come from. The heat of the day had settle upon the settlement like the doom that settled in his heart. He knew he wouldn’t live through his chosen course of action, but what did it matter as long as he killed one of those bandit bastards, then he would pass over to the next world awaiting to kill’em again!

The orcs where in a half-circle gathered where the smoke had originated from. The air smelt of burn meat and hair; all the while they laughed and grunted with pleasure at their handy work. The Leader, who had orchestrated the whole massacre, gloated as he drooled upon a thigh bone from the human man that they had slaughtered “ I am surprised that humans defend their animals instead of themselves!” he gurgled under the warm blood. “To think all this for a stupid mongrel, he is as white as they are!” he yelled over the crowd whose eyes weren’t upon him as he held up them mutt?

“I will kill you all,” thought the boy as he slashed at their legs with a furry he never thought a fourteen-year-old boy could have. Until he was suddenly aware that they moved aside to let him in the center their bonfire; then it hit him the had feasted upon his father and just finished gutting his brother as he had done to fish he caught.
“NO…hh...how...ccou...ld.”, shock had hit him as though he been clubbed in the face with a tree. Rage boiled
over, sweat ran down his arms, he could barley breath, all he could do know was go out with a vengeance.

”Hahahah” bellowed the Bandit Leader, ”Hhahaaha this boy this punished human dog meat no cow meat.” He started as the boy trembled but not in fear but in purest hatred. ”This man child has fight we will take him with us in captivity for the Chief.” He had said in their foul tongue.

“What was the bastard spurting out of his face know? Probably to let him be a side dish to my brother!” he thought frantically wondering whether or not to kill himself or be eaten alive. “ I choose neither!” the boy screamed and charge to the Leader as a mad boar would to a hunter. Caught of guard they bandits that sat next to him sprang from their seat a restrained the boy

“Shackle him to the mutt.” Ordered the Leader…13 years later after that the boy escape into the night ever seen from again.


that is very good, i like the way you described it

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