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Woot! Welcome to this shit.I was gonna treat this like a MySpace page, but I don't think I really even know what MySpace was. That poor thing. Anyhow!

I myself have been a large World of Warcraft fan most of my life, so my knowledge of the lore and universe is quite extensive. It would also be one of my largest passions for role-playing. So anyone who would like that sint hesitate to hit me up.

Beyond that, I enjoy Sci fi, dystioian/eutopian, general high fantasy, some dark gritty fantasy. Quite the loser as you can tell lol.

If I had to bring my experience into question, I'd say I'm quite adept at the English language with at least a basic understanding of its functionality and such. Although I can be superfluous and verbose where it doesn't call. Who doesn't like to sound smart though right?

Then I'd say I'm quite an experienced Rper with a fascination with creating and developing characters. I am very proud of characters I created as I feel they're rather balanced and realistic depictions of a person.

Not too big a fan of Mary sues or all powerful characters. Not to say I only create weak losers who can't accomplish anything. Just that my characters have very obvious flaws and hindrances that make them vulnerable. I enjoy developing and growing a character over time as they envelope and become more or even less than what I may have originally imagined.

Tgats the beauty of role-playing. It doesn't always happen as you would necessarily want it to. Anything is possible. That is what I love about this hobby.

Now that all that's out of the way, let's get into stuff about me. I'm 19,avid reader in case you couldn't tell. Very well spoken in my opinion. Lover of discussion and intelligent debate. Hell, Im just an all around chill person to be around in my opinion.

Well at the moment that does it. Can't think of anymore dukey to put in here XD but yeah. Message me let's rp. Let's be friends. Hell let's go egg houses if you really want to. Enjoy!
Excuse the garbage autocorrect. This all comes from my phone xD

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Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)




Ivaron didn't particularly enjoy being hefted about like a sack of potatoes, yet here he was. Little enough could be done about the current predicament as it stood. Their companions didn't seem particularly interested in listening to anything the had to say on the matter. The finally reached over and touched Ivaron, causing his legs to go rather weak. Luckily he was still atop the mount as he wouldve collapsed. A few moments later he regained his posture and then looked towards the elf again, curious what had happened. A feeling, almost like a voice, yet also just as much a thought, reverberated in his head. His captor still spoke the thick elven tongue as Ivaron could hear, yet he had an understanding of what the words meant. It seemed strange at first until he remembered a magic of this kind. Often taught to those traveling in hostile lands or those with wild animals to help maintain a basic understanding of your intent. Generally it was successful, yet it could still lead to more confusion for the animal, thus enraging it. So it was meant as a backup means of conflict resolution. Thin eyes squinted at him as he made no response, until the elf once more repeated himself. At this moment he was being asked how he came about the magic that he knew.

"I...I'm not sure if you seem to be catching my drift now, but I am a learned mage of Stormwind. Well...originally. I received the rest of my training privately. I am unsure what importance of that has however...?" Ivaron tried his best to relax, yet the bindings chafed at his wrist while the pendant bounced at his throat. Everything was getting stranger and stranger as the woods around him seemed to come alive with a presence he could not place, and the elves were seeming to speak to it. He has never been terribly fond of the elven reverence of nature and their druidic culture.


Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)




Ivaron gave little resistance as he was loaded onto a cat like cargo. Gentle as it may have been, it was capture and he was now a hostage. The ride was rough and the terrain never become more familiar. He had not realized how difficult this time was going to be as his captors seemed adamant to speak nothing but their native tongue, and a thick dialect of it at that. What little understanding he gleaned from the original encounter did not extend into this. It was mostly removed from the standard language as dialects are wont to do. Due to that, Ivaron understand absolutely nothing when the man who he assumed to be a magic user turned to him and spoke. After pausing to feign understanding for a few moments, the man just stared blankly at the robed Elf. As futile as it might have been, he replied in Common.

"Look, I havent the faintest idea of what youre trying to tell me, and as much as id hate to insult you, id ask you speak in the Common language. Make make this back and forth a little easier. Your native tongue is quite a fun language I understand, yet not all of us are so blessed with knowledge of it. So throw me a bone if you would." Ivaron gave a playful smile and hoped that his upbeat tone conveyed the feeling of his message. While not fearing for his life yet, Ivaron was still quite concerned and stressed about the predicament.


Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)


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Ivaron would sigh slightly, watching the Orc's valiant attempt at resistance. Grabbing the leather strap fixed towards the head of his poleaxe, he would bring it closer and slip it around his neck, while moving his hands to each end of the metal shaft. As he spoke a few words the purple-blue shimmered with silver as it distorted in the faint darkness. In just a moment it had become a small medallion hanging from the strap about Ivaron's neck to rest against the hollow of his throat. The man would hold his hands up in a gesture of surrender while waiting for further direction.

"I am not quite familiar with your language, yet your tone implies some urgence and a lack of nonsense. I take it you're not too pleased with my trespassing in this sacred part of the forests, and I'll gladly take myself back to where i came. It was a bit of a problem that led me here anyhow."

Ivaron hoped that that would have been enough to earn him an escort to the nearest hippogryph which would return him to anywhere else. The forest held a weight to it that seemed to bear down on his shoulders and his psyche. He could not think where he could've been in Ashenvale that would've brought their wroth onto him. In any case he couldn't exactly fight his way out or outrun so many Sabers.
Yo Folks? we still doing this?
damn nibba. hope you recover well. tht shit aint no joke


Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)



Ivaron began to speak yet was cut off as the Orc burst through the growth. For a moment he began to enter a defensive stance before realizing that answer hostility with hostility might not be a wise move. He simply gripped his weapon tighter, yet remained in his overall relaxed stance against the tree. As he was about to try and calm the Orc down, the elf moved between them and spoke first. It seemed he wasn't going to be getting a word in edgewise. It made little difference to him as long as their new companion was not tearing his throat out. It gave him some comfort that likely he was near Ashenvale, as their was the ever eternal struggle of the elves and orcs about the resource rich land, and a envoy from the Cenarion Circle would not be too far off. The woods began to throb around him however. Or was that it his head? It definitely was his head, and then his chest. His whole body began to pulse and radiant with a force he couldn't identify. It felt similar to the strange aura of magic within the forest surrounding him. Fear began to well in his heart as the area around the group became alive with the heavy strides of something, until riders appeared about them on what might have been lions.

The riders formed up about them, readying themselves. Just as Ivaron was setting his stance to bolt towards the gap between riders and cleave the legs of their mounts on his way through, he pinpointed the location of the energy. It was a person. Any strength or will left him then. Surely he could not afford to attempt escape if his hunch was correct about what that person was. It would be child's play for him to be taken, and then as a hostile captive as opposed to a common trespasser. Many thoughts went through his head in that instant before he finally had no choice but to settle upon remaining against the tree with Jade, hoping he was not taken to be showing outward aggression to what he assumed would be his captors. He sighed, it was going to be a long day...or evening, he had absolutely no clue what time it was.
ah shit no big. i was wondering what everyone was doing heh. Get better champo
Alright thats good. i just dont want to have to wait for a response every time i attempt to start casting a spell before it even attempts to have any affect on anything
So is this like dnd where any real attempted action requires a roll? Or where any action affecting others requires a roll. Like are yoiyu going to make me attempt to roll for Ivaron summoning up his flame lash, but not yet attempting to use it or? @rivaan


Ivaron Andesil

Location:Ancient Forest (???)



Ivaron's breath had still come out in trembling bursts as he had settled against the trunk of the massive wooden column. After a few moments he had gained some composure and felt a headache come on. Reaching around his waist for his belt, fear gripped his chest as he couldn't locate the collection of glass that usually adorned him. Finally, he had found them on his lower back, his belt having been twisted around during the commotion. Thankfully he had landed on his face and not broken them, he had no idea where the nearest source of water might be and if it was safe enough to make more even if he had. Flexing his still sore fingers, one hand uncoiled from the haft of the weapon in his lap and righted belt, sliding a phial out from its holster at the same time. With one hand he held it securely, using his thumb and forefinger to pull the small, misshapen stopper that corked it. It only took a moment to tip his head back and down the content of the small glass. Ivaron shivered. It gave him the shakes sometimes. Like medicine, or a narcotic. It hadn't occurred to him which it was for him. It made no matter however, it was doing its job and the weathered man felt what strength was usually left to him swelling and returning. He swore his blood tingled just as his skin and eyes did. This was probably his imagination however. It was no different than a physical crutch he had used when his leg had been shattered. Extending his left leg slowly, he sighed at it stopping before fully stretched, having reached its full range of motion. The pain was gone but the sight of his now stunted limp never would. On good days he could use Jade to aid his left side and walk as tall as any other. The bad days, on the other hand, left his sagged to the left as his leg looked nearly stunted.

Amidst his thoughts he had retrieved a small stone from the ground with his free hand and turned it over and over. Only then did he feel odd. It felt as if he were holding his weapon, yet he saw the stone in his hand. It would've had to mean there was energy within it. Yet that made no sense. A quick sweep of other things on the forest floor, among the floor itself, supported this same feeling. It was as if Arcane energy and Mana permeated everything around him, living or otherwise. It made him anxious. He could feel as if the air was thick with a viscous, invisible substance. Ivaron knew of nothing that could have such an effect on the world. Pocketing the rock in his money pouch, he then heard the forest moving far off, along with a voice that may have been the same he had heard earlier. As it grew in volume he grabbed the weapon with both hands and stood himself up, backed against the thick trunk, and readied his nerves. His hands tightened and his muscled tensed as...an elf bounded around the trees and came upon him. That made sense then. He must've been in the border between The Barrens and Ashenvale. It was not where he would have preferred, but he supposed an orc could've come upon him instead, so he was thankful.

"Purple. Don't they come in blue and green too?" Ivaron thought to himself, as he spoke it without realizing his mouth was moving.

"I'm...sorry. That was not intended to come out that way. I would assume you were the one calling? I couldn't imagine many others about this locale." Ivaron would continue with a ton that was not unkind. He had little reason to trust this stranger, yet had no reason to distrust her. Elves were not necessarily an enemy of his, but he had never liked the haughty attitude the old race commonly held. Perhaps if he had lived a thousand years he might looked down upon those who lives were but a blink in his. Then it dawned on him that she had actually spoken to him while he had been sizing her up. Even though he had directly asked her a question, he continued to speak before she could answer, with another.

"I know nothing of any portal having brought anyone anywhere. Although i would guess Ashenvale isn't too far off from my destination to assume I was forcibly brought here after my odd blackout and hallucinations."
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