Open RP

Herein are the tales of the brave women and men of the Alliance and Horde

who raised sword and spell against the elements that sought to consume our world.

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The White Hart Tavern is open for business, Monday evenings at 7pm Goblin Servo Time on Jabber in the chatroom WhiteHartTavern_XShc for cross-faction RP! The Human mage Camyra Agathor will be your hostess. More info under the cut!

The White Hart Tavern is open for business the usual time and place, Monday evening at 7pm Server Time on Jabber for cross-faction RP! The Human mage Camyra Agathor will be your hostess.

Murdered!--Full story here.

...anyone interested in a bit of refreshing interaction with a complete stranger. Whether we establish some sort of backstory or just share a passing nod, i'd love to hear your ideas and throw a few of mine in the pile and see what we can make of it.
 

Anyone and everyone is welcome and please feel free to IM me so we can chat :)!

AIM: Tzezuko

Yahoo: Tzezuko

msn: katlyn_w@hotmail.com

a few ideas.....Of course, a wedding or a funeral are great to interact with other folks, but usually its not so easy to INTRODUCE someone to those...

So perhaps a festival....or since it's childrens week...visiting the local orphanage to offer services?  Just basic ideas that popped to my head right now. on break at work ATM so i'll try to expand on this later. Please feel free to offer up your own ideas and plots ect!!!

Alex was once again in her room, pouring over books, papers and all other sorts of mediums for information, such as the back of wine labels torn from their bottle. There was a swift, firm, single knock at the door.

My dear readers, as you know there are conspiracies all around us. These are secrets that the government doesn’t want us to know. They say that it’s for our protection, but really is it. It is in our own best interest to be ignorant of the truth?

Alex sat in the middle of a room, on the floor with papers scattered all around her. She was slowly constructing a very vague image of what this plan to assassinate the king entailed. Well, at least what she could pull from the rather cryptic ciphered texts transported between Darus and his master, someone who had been using the name ‘Death’.