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Mar 17, 2008 15:04:31 GMT -5
Post by Ewan on Mar 17, 2008 15:04:31 GMT -5
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Dec 26, 2011 17:50:43 GMT -5
Post by Ewan on Dec 26, 2011 17:50:43 GMT -5
ooc; For those who wish to join the Alyxio League. Please post asap. [html]<div class='postcolor'> <div class='postcolor'><center><div style="width:458px; border:1px solid #000000"><table width="458px" background="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y75/shootnstar/newfanul-2.png" style="border: 0px solid #d3c9ac; background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color:#b07c35;"><tr><td align="justify"><div lign="justify"; style="padding-top:630px; padding-left:30px; padding-right:30px; padding-bottom:30px;"> <div style="background-color: #b07c35; font-family:book antiqua; font-size:13px; color: #722b0b; text-transform: none; line-height: 17px; opacity: 1; width: 98%; padding: 5px"> And there he stood, a victor settled upon his own lands, his old and new home. To think that a nameless rogue would rise to meet his destiny as a king -- Fanul never would have imagined, for power was never a thing he desired. Then how did he wind up with this plentiful and rich land? This kingdom that needed a worthy ruler to take up the throne? He had fought tooth and nail for Lemures Mountains, and he devotion called him victorious. But was this wanderer, this sleuth and ranger who slipped through the shadows, bound to this fate? He had no royal blood, not that he knew of, and he was only here for his dear Antoinette who so cherished the mountains. If he had to become a king to protect this precious land, then he would, but he would do so on his own conditions, to his own liking. So he lifted his head to the wind, a mighty purr in his silken ears. <p><font color=#fde34c><b>"Come!"</b></font> Fanul howled, beckoned and cried. He remembered Alyxio as a god his lost love once wove into stories, and so he thought the name fitting. <font color=#fde34c><b>"Come and share with me your talents and skills. Magicians and artists, champions and prodigies, philosophers and musicians! We will be the Alyxio League! And together, we shall be great."</b></font> He meant what he said. He wished for the most apt, the craftiest, those who had a knack for expertise and finesse. He commanded them to a place where they could use their talents so he could form an exceptional society, a temple for warriors and spies, a haven for herbalists and wizards, a home for alchemists and assassins. Those of a darker nature were also welcome, for they had a different view on society and life. Fanul would find a place to use their talents, and they would flourish in the land that was given to them, encouraged to continue honing their skills and working in their studies. Innovation and variety were encouraged, and there would be no criticism for new ideas until they were acknowledged. <p><font color=#fde34c><b>"Fanul howls."</b></font> </font></color></div></td></tr></table></center> <center><table><tr><td style="width:459px; font-size:8px; line-height:8px;font-family:small fonts; text-align:right;">Table by Yahtzee</td></tr></center></table> </div> </div>[/html]
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Dec 26, 2011 18:03:06 GMT -5
Post by Ewan on Dec 26, 2011 18:03:06 GMT -5
Nothing Is Ever Easy Blah blah blah not talking here blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
"Speech here."
Not talking here blah blah blah blah blah blah.
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