I am here only to play in the fantasy roleplay forums and to make new friends. That is it. ***********GAME PROFILE************ Player : Pete Name: Icarus Cloudrunner Race : Elf Cl: Swordsinger Level : 1 Health : 6 / 6 Vitality : 3 Attack : 7 Strength : 6 Defence : 6 Endurance : 8 Magic Attack : 6 Intelligence : 9 Magic Defense : 5 Spirit : 3 Accuracy : 7 Skill : 9 Evade : 6 Agility : 7 Speed : 7 Mana Points : Experience : Racial Talents : Magic Mastery - +10 % Mana Points and + 5% Mana Recovery per turn. Forest Affinity - +1 Damage Against any Enemy While inside a Forest and +1 move in a Forest. Cl Abilities : Status Song - A sword strike that inflicts a random status effect on the enemy instead of delivering damage. Skills : Detect - 50 Items : Basic Swordsinger Sword Gold : 10 Job: Bard History : I lived a sheltered life in the Forest of my Elders. We did not mingle with other folk, preferring to keep to ourselves. As a youth, I took a greater interest in my music lessons rather than learning the ways of the bow or blade. Then it chanced that on a Midsummer's Eve festival in my ninth and twenty year, Olias the Bard returned to the Forest after many years spent wandering the wide world. He came with many a great tale of adventure from abroad and as I listened to his songs, I knew that my destiny was as his; to seek out stories of heroic deeds and to immortalise them in song. And so, at the tender age of three and thirty, I set out armed only with my Swordsinger Blade and my lute, ready to find my destiny. Journal: Day I "While wandering lands near and far, I came upon The Crimson Vixar, Therein I met the strangest fellow, And drank a drink, it's taste quite mellow, A lady also did I meet, Who seemed at once both deadly and sweet, She gave a kiss and of my hair, She played, this lady dark yet fair. What wonders will await me yet? Some fun, and danger too, I bet! Here in this pleasant little bar, That Tavern named Crimson Vixar" Day II "'Pon my return to the Crimson Vixar, I saw a sight, 'twas most bizzare, A "lady" who'd stepped off a boat, A laceration 'cross her throat, A friendly pixie came and cured, This gash; her voice now restored, Another friend I too did meet, A silver Wolf stood by her feet, And through all this, my good friend "Rat", Ran away, p'raps to fetch his hat, And that is all occured so far, My second night in the Crimson Vixar"