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@HHShetland

It was most certainly necessary to remember how to make the neuro-synapses joining. He couldn't understand the words this being was saying. Although he did think 'Vrist' may be first, 'Zekst' second and 'Vrid' thirdly. Elderi was sure that it called him Ar tu.

As Elderi couldn't communicate well with the creature he turned and presented his index finger. Showing the creature what to do, he grabbed his finger. Prompting it to do the same.

Closing his eyes he began to delve back into past memories. As slaughter, romance and loss fluttered by him he plucked the instructions from his crowded mind. He would need to channel his ability for a minute to complete the process but he knew how.

He waited for the being to grab his finger, smiling slightly and saying 'Vrist' pointing to his hand.

Making his free hand a sharp point he wrote his name on the bar top lightly.
" E L D E R I , not Ar tu." shaking his head as he said not and Ar tu, just to clarify the matter.

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@Genni Elderi spotted a rather pretty young lady, who was obviously pretty damn tipsy ( okay, she was pissed ). Her hair hung over her face and she drank carefully, reaching over with his extending arm ,his soft hands moved her long hair from her face.

"Take your time, there is no rush" he said with a blush-inducing smile. He would always help a good maiden.

This particular maiden was due respect, she seemed to be able to take care of herself - so Elderi would not flirt or be rude as many men would. Unless of course that is what she desired.

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

When do we begin? :)@themadhatter420

Fantasy Survival/Arena RP . Nations and Characters need creating! ( HG related )

You'd think so but *PLOTTWIST*
@JarlSurf

~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

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~*~They're Coming...~*~ (Walking Dead Rp)

Name: Isaac Bellamy
Appearance:

Appearance

Age:19
Gender: Male
Where you from?: France, recently moved to the US, Cleveland.
Personality: Secluded but friendly, will help those in need.
Back Story: Isaac moved across by himself, he was sent by his parents to experience life on his own. Not having heard news from them, he fears the worst. Living in an apartment on his own, he has plenty of supplies and has barricaded himself in for months on end, using the fire escape by his window to get in and out - as it is easily defended. Some others populated the building, but be doesn't know how many. He has only killed one zombie so far, and rather enjoyed it.
Weapons: Falcon (Falchion blade)

blade

Rifle, 7.62 mm, Sniper Weapon System, M24 (7 magazine) With detachable silencer or flash suppressor add-on.

rifle

Vehicle: Choosing to opt out of fossil fuel using vehicles ( Not that it matters now, damn it! ) Isaac has a bike.

bike

He does know how to drive a car though.
Other: Isaac hates deep water, and thus has a fear of drowning.
Tattoo: A snake wraps around his right forearm with the words "Lutter pour la liberté" written inside.
Other: Isaac does not actually speak much French, his mother was French and his father was British. He was brought up speaking English.

Note:
(I most definitely DID NOT edit a silencer onto my rifle.)

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As Elderi stared at the shield, he felt a prickling on his left side. Turning, he saw a rather short...thing(@HHShetland). It sat, with a feather sticking precariously out of its mouth, and its teal eyes were fixed on Elderi. Awkwardly Elderi smiled, taking his right hand from the shield and bringing it around to his left shoulder - he bowed slightly to the being.

" Elderi " he said, always start with your name.

Noting the creatures off worldly looks, the four protruding mounds from its head in particular, Elderi tried to remember the way he had been taught to form a Neuro-synapses joining by his changling friend Mika. May she rest in peace.

It could come in handy for creating a dialogue with the creature.

Realising that he was staring rudely at the four mounds, he moved his gaze over the beings staff, no, spear? Magic wand perhaps? No matter what it was - it was a work of art, intricate markings and beautiful care taken into its formation. Elderi respected a weapon that was just as good for looking at as killing with.

Elderi smiled once more at the creature, who still stared, just to be as friendly as possible.

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Could I tempt you with some '63 Howling Blood instead? - Elderi was thrilled to hear the tavern supplied such a rare concoction, the howlers he was used to were much younger, but still - the sound was just as thrilling as the taste.

"The bottle it is then, and your special too!" He reminded the keeper.

As Elderi looked over the bar at the many dusty bottles, scratched canisters and battered boxes of drinks - he spotted a large round shield, with chillingly familiar symbols etched neatly into its front. Reaching out, his arms extending, he tapped on the shield and felt a small surge of old magic ripple through him. Staring strongly and in a quizzical fashion at the shield he spoke out to the half-troll.

"Now where did you get this...?"

@SimplyJohn

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"What'll be your poison, my good Sir?" - Elderi was glad to be noticed, smiling widely. Poison, hmmm usually I would go for Drofe Snake blood, cuts their nervous down in a heartbeat. But of course the large fellow meant drink.

"Your finest Whispering Wine you happen to have, a Fiery Tongue if not. 45th legion if possible. Oh and a plate of your special, if you would be so kind!"

With this Elderis right hand became normal once more and withdrew to his pocket, picking a platinum coin from the mass of them that sat there, waiting to be spent.
" If you have change that would be agreeable," he remarked as he placed it on the table, the arena crest up. @SimplyJohn

Elderis right hand began to elongate, his fingers melding into one another and his auburn skin melting away to a cold steel. The tip of the blade sharpened and took the form of a dart. With but a hairs width of steel holding the dart to the rest of Elderis arm he flicked it behind his shoulder, and watched as it streaked toward the dart board.

To his horror however the dart pinged off the metal rim that circled the bull's-eye, ricocheting off into the tavern in an unknown direct.

Biting his lip and sloping forward onto the bar, his arms returned to their auburn colour and his hands to their 5 digits.

I only hope that didn't hit anyone...

Fantasy Survival/Arena RP . Nations and Characters need creating! ( HG related )

Men and women from all across the lands have come to the Shifting Isle. The Arena of Nations. The entire island is surrounded by a tall steel wall, in which the spectators watch through mage glass. The isle can be dense jungle, rolling mountains or misty marshland. All of its 100km high and 150km wide land an opportunity, never the same.

Each individual must put their name down, 10 heads per nation ( with the exception of the Gru'lugash two headed warriors ).

Every 10 years the Arena is the only thing anyone talks about.

They may choose to team up with others, or fight on their own.
Groups can be no more than 4 strong.
12 nations.
120 competitors.

A last-man standing (or woman) prize of 100,000 gold pieces.

The betting on the outcome gives staggering profits to the Yellow Vale - who host the event. As such they love to make things interesting with monsters and dangers scattered over the Isle.

BASICALLY HUNGER GAMES BUT BETTER (IF THATS POSSIBLE)

Let me know of any interest?