Aradore
01-05-2003, 05:25 AM
OOC: Sorry, been working on one of my rpg's it crashed and it took me 4 ever to get it back Up! Any questions about wizdom?
BIC: Here goes the acount of aradore, Son of wizdom, and ****her of Cerribus.
Aradore sat calmly in his favorite chair, on the porch outside his house. He and his famly had been living in bree for sometime now. His wife, Was of great beutiey, and had a certan feeling about her that made others around her happyer. His two daughters Seridal, And Mzarideth, Took after there mother. His son Cerribus, Was Tall and Handsom, Of the age Of 14, ((A very dificult age)) and was a skilled bowmen and swordsmen. Aradore Himself, Was a little less then average height, he had jet black hair that came down to his shoulders. He had a very handsom face, that was coverd in black stubble.
Aradore watched as cerribus tought Serridal his oldest daughter the art of swordsmanship. "Move your feet more seridal! you don't want to be an easy kill for those blasted Orcs Do YOU?" Cerribus said a little angrily. "If An orc Ever came near enough to kill me, I'd just call Dad." She said with a grin at her ****her. Aradore broke into his own grin, and gave her a wink. "Couse You'll always be there right ****her?" She asked sweetly. "Always." aradore replied still grinning.
But then something happend then, that broke thunderously into aradore's peacfull thoughts. Like A black dagger of shadow Hiding the light, A strong feeling of dread washed over him. He rose from his chair A worried expresion etched over his face. At that moment The sky before him became dark, Like The longest night of winter. Thunder flashed threw the sky, and aradore's kin sense of sight ((givin to him by his elven herritage)) saw fires brake out all over the small village. ((To Much to right down at one time, i'll finnish probbably tomorow!:D ))
BIC: Here goes the acount of aradore, Son of wizdom, and ****her of Cerribus.
Aradore sat calmly in his favorite chair, on the porch outside his house. He and his famly had been living in bree for sometime now. His wife, Was of great beutiey, and had a certan feeling about her that made others around her happyer. His two daughters Seridal, And Mzarideth, Took after there mother. His son Cerribus, Was Tall and Handsom, Of the age Of 14, ((A very dificult age)) and was a skilled bowmen and swordsmen. Aradore Himself, Was a little less then average height, he had jet black hair that came down to his shoulders. He had a very handsom face, that was coverd in black stubble.
Aradore watched as cerribus tought Serridal his oldest daughter the art of swordsmanship. "Move your feet more seridal! you don't want to be an easy kill for those blasted Orcs Do YOU?" Cerribus said a little angrily. "If An orc Ever came near enough to kill me, I'd just call Dad." She said with a grin at her ****her. Aradore broke into his own grin, and gave her a wink. "Couse You'll always be there right ****her?" She asked sweetly. "Always." aradore replied still grinning.
But then something happend then, that broke thunderously into aradore's peacfull thoughts. Like A black dagger of shadow Hiding the light, A strong feeling of dread washed over him. He rose from his chair A worried expresion etched over his face. At that moment The sky before him became dark, Like The longest night of winter. Thunder flashed threw the sky, and aradore's kin sense of sight ((givin to him by his elven herritage)) saw fires brake out all over the small village. ((To Much to right down at one time, i'll finnish probbably tomorow!:D ))