Balaka Aal'Aarra
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Dirt
Physical Description: Clothed in a black robe, her form is hidden from view. This short woman appears to be decrepit and old.
Clothes and Equipment: Black robe, medium sized bag filled with a variety of herbs, some practical, some of a religious nature. She also leans on a gnarled staff as she walks.
Registered: Jun 17, 2015 18:30:45 GMT -8
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Post by Balaka Aal'Aarra on Jun 21, 2015 19:07:35 GMT -8
You're passing by a messaging board and a poster catches your eye. It reads: "To those in touch with that which makes our world:The Phoenix State has started a new initiative, and they need YOU.If you can spout fire, ride the void, control the flow of water, your help is being sought.The Fists of the Phoenix are a group dedicated to taking your talents and bringing them to the forefront in an array of environments. Protect travelers and towns, hunt dangerous beasts, defeat enemies in battle, whatever your call, the Fists will ensure you get the chance to do it.Where the Phoenix flies, the Fists will strike."((Basically, if you have elemental powers and want to kick butt, come join us.))
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alk
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Roleplay posts: 2
Registered: Jul 20, 2015 23:26:43 GMT -8
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Post by alk on Jul 21, 2015 0:03:45 GMT -8
To Whom It May Concern,
My village has shunned me. My only hope to figure out what is wrong with me is The Fist. It started out as small jolts to people I would touch, until I got angry during a hunt on my own and my whole body was engulfed in lightning, like from the sky when it rain. I was terrified and it faded quickly and I tried to forget it ever happened, until I killed my best friend during an argument in the swimming hole. My village exiled me and I've been wandering from place to place looking for purpose or at the very least shelter. I'm Tarren and I beg for your help.
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