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Fallen Skies is een 'high fantasy Textbased-RPG' die zich afspeelt in een mytische wereld vol wonderlijke wezens, monsters en magie. Het land verdeeld onder zes koningkrijken is altijd bewegend en beïnvloedbaar. Het kan zomaar zijn dat jij de held wordt van het gehele land of misschien zelfs de grootste terreur die Fallen Skies ooit meegemaakt heeft. Alles is mogelijk in deze gevaarlijk mooie wereld. En niets is gek genoeg.
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Real name : Wrap
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Age: 23
Occupation: Gardener
Residence : Rhoynar
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Bring me back alive

op wo jan 31, 2018 1:38 pm
i still bleed red
The flower bloomed between her fingers and the lass smiled. She had made sure that no one was close to her, as she knew necromancy was a forbidden magic, a power best left hidden. No one knew about this, no one knew she had any magic. Even her mother was unaware. Her father had known, her husband had known. Both of them were dead now. And this power was completely useless. What use could necromancy have if you couldn’t bring your loved ones back? Oh, how much she would’ve sacrificed to accomplish that… But… The woman sighed. She needed to accept that it was impossible, that they were gone. And she had to live her life now, take care of the gardens of the Lady that had offered her a chance in life, more than anyone else had done.

She stood up and looked at the flowers she had just taken care of. At least her power had helped her get a job. She had green fingers and a love for flowers, but some things could not be saved without a little magic. She could get rid of the flower, plant a new one… And often enough she decided to do this, even if only to not stand out too much. But, every now and then there was a flower that she’d bring back, that one flower that was needed to make everything look perfect. After all, she’d only settle for perfection.

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Residence : Brightwater Keep
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Re: Bring me back alive

op zo feb 11, 2018 3:28 pm
CAMYLA VAELE


No city could compete with Brightwater Keep. It was already a lively city when she arrived many years ago and it kept on going that way. The city became important in Fallen Skies due to its easy access and location. Traders from all over the world came here to sell their goods or buy goods for their own. Nowadays, Camyla was one of those traders with a focus on wine and other alcoholic refreshments. She just returned from a business trip to Coïs, where she not only bought, but also tried a wide range of different wines. Coïs was a very pleasant island and the people there made sure that her stay was just as pleasant. However, nothing could beat her spacious villa in Brightwater Keep. Her favourite spot was the garden, which could be one of the royal family, but it was Camyla that owns it. The old woman employed dozens of staff members to take care over her beloved garden. One of them was Kiara, a girl that came her recently, but showed great work. Just as always, the girl was busy with the flowers in the garden. ”Kiara wasn’t it?” she asked, although she was perfectly aware who this girl was. ”Do you like wine?” Camyla never understood why people wouldn’t like the alcoholic beverage made of grapes. They probably couldn’t be trusted.
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