Yeah. Thats what I thought.

so we have three bad, one good, and 2 that I am not sure of. so I need more good Characters.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Wow. you've got some pretty powerful charecters there Freya, i hope thier gonna be beatable occasionly, even against my very un-marty-sam charecter...though i understand i'l have to be clever lol.

George can be good if you want Misa... if your prepared for him to repeatedly profess is love for Elenor and help her, though this may be largely a failure due to his lazyness and the fact he'l facy everyone else lol.

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Ok, thanks Anduril Vanlhach. Maybe, if its ok, they could fall in love eventually?

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Misa; its just Anduril, please

Sure thing, i'm sure he can overcome his playboy ways for her.

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Great, and I know it may take awhile, and maybe he won't understand that she is changing him until he realises he loves her.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Ooooo yeah i like it

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Thanks. I may start now, but people can join as we go on. So any one can start.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

((Ok, I am starting, just Eleanor for now.))

Eleanor Smith looked out her window at the small village she grew up in. A week ago raiders had swept through. At the time her father had been working in his shop just outside their home. Her mother was seeing to her younger siblings, and Eleanor had been mending. She didn't hear at first, only hearing her father hammering, but he had stopped and she heard the screams, they all had. Her mother had her rush everyone into the cellar. Eleanor didn't know what happened next, but finally all was silent, and the door opened. Over half of the men had been killed, including her father when he tried to portect one of the older men. The village still had not recovered.

Eleanor turned from the window and finished packing. She wan't sure where she was going, but in the last month or so stories of a certain item that could bring peace started floating around the village. she never considered going after it, it wasn't her place. But her father was gone because of the viloence that had swept through, she wasnt to help save people. Her mother just shook her head as Eleanor came out and went out the door.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

George Carter lay at the side of the road on a patch of grass in the midmorning sunlight. His cart, empty; so far, but he would defintely find some spices soon, definately! His old horse Toby stood morosely chewing the grass and eyeing his master with exasperated eyes. Can a horse look exasperated? Maybe, since his master was dreaming of Hatty Adams; more specifically the more 'bountiful' details of her most excelent figure.

George had felt bad when he first left his fathers house and the town...and all the poor young ladies who he was positive would miss him terribaly and weep over him for days. But then his loss must surely be felt just as keenly by the lovely young thing at the inn the night before.
He turned slightly in his sleep as a slight breeze wafted over him.

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Eleanor sighed, her legs were feeling worn. She had walked for hours. Yes she worked, but never had she walked so far. Her home was several towns behind her. She knew she could have brougt her familys horse, but it was the only one they had, so she thought of them by leaving the mare behind. Stopping for a moment Eleanor looked for a spot to rest, and in doing so found a patch of grass. Grateful she went towards it but stopped on seeing the gentleman sleeping there.

"Well, there goes my luck." she muttered and looked for another spot to sit, not being able, she neared the grassy area again and sat aways from the sleeper and stretched her legs to ease the stiffness in them. After a while she reached into her bag and retrived a bit of her food rations to feast on.

((Lady Ashta will make an appearence soon, I want to get Eleanor anchored first.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

George roused from sleep at Elenors approch and lazily opened his eyes and sat up brushing grass from his deep blue jerkin and fine white shirt. It wasn't the most appropriate clotheing for traveling perhaps but he was firmly of the belief that appearance mattered and so far he'd managed to find an inn every night. He sighed contentedly and turned his head lazily to survay the road.

And there she was.

The most beutiful creature he had ever seen. Her hair; silken waves like new ripend corn, her eyes a deep cocoa such as he had tasted once as a child, begging him to loose himself in them. He lips were deep and full with an allure like no other, and her figure; her bountiful figure that bekoned to him like the body of Venus herself. Surely the bards had never sung of such beutey.

He scrambled to his feet only to throw himself at hers. "Oh Goddess" He impetuousely grabbed her hand and planted a sensouse kiss upon it. "Men say you have deserted this land but I call them liers, for surely no mortal woman as lovely and graciouse as you has ever graced this fair earth. I beg of you, do not tell me that I still dream for so low a mind as mine could never dream up such beatey as I see before me." He finished raiseing her hand to his lips once more.


(Please excuse my mary-sueing of her, but you did yourself describe her as mary-sue and georgey is prone to exageration about females that he belives he's in love with. And yes I would want to slap him too lol.
P.S I'm dyslexic so please excuse all the speelings)

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((LOL, Thats fine, and I said she appears as a Mary sue, but isn't, so if he sees her thats how she would seem at first.))

Eleanor blinked several times, what was this gentlemans problem. She didn't move for fear he may assult her more. Ok, so the things he was saying was romantic, but she only heard about gentlemen talking as such in stories where the men fell in love with the simple beautiful woman, and she with him, not thinking of anything else. But never had she heard man talk like that and be serious. THe men back home would scouf if they say another man talk just so.

"um, what are you going on and on about. I'm just a Smiths daughter whos been walking for hours upon hours. I'm dirty from dust, my legs are sore and I'm on a quest, but have no idea where to go. So how could I be as beautiful as you claim?" She askin giving him a humeous smile.

((How's that?))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(((Perfect )))

At her words he broke into a smile of his own and his eyes shone with eagerness "A quest? Then let me be your knight and I shall bare you before me on my noble steed, I shall save you from all who would harm you." At his words Toby flopped down in the grass with a 'humpf' of a whinny. It was obviouse he planned on doing no knightly deeds whatever his master thought. George shot him a whithering look but changed tack none the less in the face of his 'steeds' uncoperative manner.

Instead he relinquished her hand and moved instead down to her boots and tenderly took them off, ignoreing the fact he was takeing great libertys with a woman he had just met. "Nay rather allow me to be your willing slave to wash the dirt from your charming feet and bathe your tierd body." And with that starteling pronouncement he began to kiss his way up her leg.

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((LOL!!!!!! I can't believe it, he is soo cheesy I love it.))

Eleanor would of smacked him but she had to bit her lip before laughing. "T-that . . . tickles!!!" She squealed squirming. She finally was able to scoot away from him. "Whats with you, you don't start doing that to strangers. If you really want to help me with my quest its fine, but I want to set some rules." She looked at him with a mix of a smirk and smile. This guy was a handful, it was a wonder he hasn't be arrested for harresment before.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(I know he's awwwful isn't he lol)

Ahhhh he knew it had been to good to be true, a beutiful woman there when he woke up and let him do whatever he wanted. Well he wasn't about to let that stop him, he never had, and this one seemed to like the courtly knight act. And she was delightfully innococent; his faveroite kind.

He shuffled back himself and gave her a cheeky grin and wink. "Whatever my lady desires I am her most humble servent; wheather it be to shelter her from the rain or lay down my life in her service." He bowed his head before looking back up at her with a sparkeling smile. "May I be permitted to know the name of the queen of my heart?"

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((Yeah, but that why he's fun.))

Eleanor put her boots back on. "Eleanor Smith. My father was a smith of metals, as was his family for generations so it became our name." She gave the man a kind smile. "You know when your not being freaky about wanting to be witha woman, you can seem like a decent guy." She confessed, its true, now he was acting some what normal he was ok.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)