Will the sun refuse to shine?

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In the country of Crysal, all was peace when there was no ruler. The minstrels and performers would roam and they served themselves. The folk of the villages, neither poor nor rich, would grow crops and race horses and they served no one. But then corruption spread through the peaceful people like a disease, tearing them apart and turning them against eachother. Two nations were created, one leader chosen for each. Tensions were high between the two until the country itself seperated. The two nations were called the Cryst and the sal's. The Cryst believed in the free nation, living with and for the world and its creations. The Sal's believed in a nation of rules and structure. These opinions were not the problems, but the people who terrorized the people, turning them violent. These were monsters and so they were called. Once part of the peaceful humans and creatures, they betrayed their kind as they were tempeted to eat the fruit of the poisonous gumby trees. This fruit was as adictive as nicotine and each person wanted more and more though they were never satisfied. So they sought to destroy others as they had been destroyed by their own greediness as the fruit began to deteriorate their body.

War is close at hand. Which side do u chose?

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Craft:
Kind:
Animals:
Other:

Name:Tresa Marsh
Age:21
Gender:female
Craft:owns a tavern/hotel
Kind:Cryst
Animals:A grey tb mare
Other:is a widdow with a 1 year old daughter.

Name:Ronnack Jones
Age:21
Gender:male
Craft:blacksmith
Kind:sal
Animals:a chestnut burrow
Other:-

Name:Marla
Age:25
Gender:female
Craft:was a bankers wife
Kind:monster
Animals:-
Other:lives in the forests and the caves dividing the two nations

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Name: Whisper
Age: 19
Gender: female
Craft: works on the streets, she'll do whatever you wish. She's an experianced assasin among other things.
Kind: Sal
Animals: -
Other: she's a shapeshifter that can take the form of a cat.

Name: Taryn
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Craft: not sure....
Kind: Cryst
Animals: a two year old wolf hybrid
Other: -

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Tresa glanced out the window of the tavern on the down stairs part of her boarding house. When her husband died, she took over care of the boarding house, welcoming in weary travelers as well as tending to the sick and injured. Though she wasn't exactly a nurse, she knew a thing or two on the ways of herbs and other rememedies and came highly regarded in the small town. She sighed as she scooped up Arie, her daughter, and rested her on her hip. The small girl babble incoherently, her eyes drooping. Tresa kissed her forhead softly and rocked her back and forth. She walked to the door and unlocked it, so that the tavern was open for customers, and went behind the counter where she placed Arie on her straw chair to rest.

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Ronack set down the mallet he was using to straighten the bent metal and sighed. He glanced up at the darkening sky and stood up, wiping off his sooty hands on his working apron. The apron was covered in soot itself, so his hands came up as dirty as ever, but he didnt' notice. He slipped the apron off and hung it by the door then wiped his hands off again in a towel. He checked over the nearly empty blacksmith shop and the left, blowing out the candle that provided the light by his workstation. He was just starting in this new proffesion and had recently established his buisness. He had been apprenticing a blacksmith when he was younger, but was forced to leave him when his parents fled prosecution from the Cryst. He was good at his trade but was still having a poor time, trying to establish his name. He walked into the cold night air and went to the alley behind his shop, taking the stairs to his upstairs apartment.

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Whisper sat in silence, her unblinking green eyes seeing through the night as easily as if it were still light out. She pulled up the cowl of her cloak tucking her volumes of thick black hair into it. She stood silently, and began to stalk down the alley, she had a job to do, and she wouldnt let it fail. Gently, she walked, not making a sound, leaving behind not a trace of her existince.(sp?) her hand rested on the blade of her small dagger at her hip, seeming unimposing to anyone who saw it, with its elaborate jewels inlaid into the hilt. Whisper looked up, seeing another cross just in front of her, and she stopped, staying still, wondering if he would notice her.

Taryn made her way through the streets, moving with a swiftness. She wasnt in any hurry for anything else except to make it to the tavern. She was dying for a drink, and a place to sit and rest for a while. Perhaps, the bartender would need help, where Taryn would come in. Maybe, she would be willing to give a poor girl a job and a place to stay. Taryn had lost everything she had had before the problems with the nations. She had nothing anymore, no home, and no family. But Taryn knew enough that she would have to keep going, and in time, she would be alright again. She entered the tavern with these thoughts, and smiled, seeing the owner and her daughter.

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Ronack passed a tired hand over his face, unknowingly leaving soot marks streaking down his cheeks. He grabbed the rusty key from the pocket of his breeches and walked tiredly up the old stairs that lead to his apartment. He slipped the key in and opened the door, entering the two room apartment. He surveyed it carefully. To the right was a small kitchen, consisting of a wood burning stove and a few cabnents, a bucket full of water resting on the ground. A small table sat in the middle. To his right was an old straw mattress with scratchy sheets and a poorly forged bedside table. Ahead of him was a door that lead to the small comode. He walked slowly there, washing his hands in the bucket inside. he ran his wet fingers through his hair and sighed.

Tresa smiled as she saw a customer entering the door. She cast a quick glance at Arie and then turned to the woman. "Can I help you?" she said politely, fixing the pins that held up her long black hair.

[Shadowfax]

Name: Kilahn daughter of Rerne
Age:18
Gender:female
Craft: she was to be a house-wife but ran off to see if she can become a warrior
Kind:cryst
Animals:Ji and Toh her two mules
Ji; freespace.virgin.net/gwyneth.wright/gallery/pics/alf.gif
Toh; www.ag.uidaho.edu/news/Gem/7283thirdclone/img_0113.jpg
Other: She rarly rides unless her life is in the blance even then she will simply try to run off frist. She didnt origalnly have Toh but, Toh was left for death when his master could not care for him and Kilahn has a soft spot for the animals.

Kilahn walked softly along a side road. She winced at every footstep her mules made. Her grey eyes darked every wich way as if she expected to be attack. By the way she gripped the knife at her hip it was clear she did. She would hear footsteps every so often and in the blink of an eye the knife would be out, only to be put away when no one came by her.

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Whisper breathed her sigh of relief when she was not spotted. She was glad that she would not have to end anothers life this night. She crept on, leaving the alley behind her, facing the open sight of the street.

Taryn smiled, her eyes moving again to the small child, it made her stomach tighten, though she was unsure why. Taryn stepped in further, shaking out her hair. "yeah, actually, I was looking for a bit of shelter for tonight" she said, making her way to the woman. She was indeed in desperate need of a hot bath and a soft place to sleep, not having anywhere to go for these simple things.

[RoherynLOTR]

Name: al'Lan Mandragoran (Lan)
Age: ~
Gender: male
Craft: warrior
Kind: human
Animals: black warhorse, stallion, Mandarb
Other:

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Resa smiled and nodded. "ofcourse." she said. She pulled a peice of stiff painted cloth out from under the counter and slid it over near the other. "there are our fees. We have three open rooms." she said,