<![CDATA[Kiwike forums - The Tavern]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/ Tue, 01 Sep 2026 15:06:17 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Unusual events in the tavern]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=2184 Thu, 17 Nov 2011 13:03:34 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=2184
"Attention people of Kiwike:

There is a new group of assassins in town. We come when you least expect. We're gone before you know it. We are your neighbors, your buddies, your mayors. You cannot kill who you do not know.

We are... The Savages"

The bartender is about to throw it out, when he notices that the back says something too

"Now recruiting. Come one, come all"

The bartender decides it is best to rush people out, especially when another scream is heard]]>
"Attention people of Kiwike:

There is a new group of assassins in town. We come when you least expect. We're gone before you know it. We are your neighbors, your buddies, your mayors. You cannot kill who you do not know.

We are... The Savages"

The bartender is about to throw it out, when he notices that the back says something too

"Now recruiting. Come one, come all"

The bartender decides it is best to rush people out, especially when another scream is heard]]> <![CDATA[G. Squid, Private Eye]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1958 Sun, 09 Oct 2011 01:33:44 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1958 body... Slinks across the road, brushing up against my coat sleeve. When I look for the cause of the disturbance, nothing can be seen. Somewhere uncomfortably close, an eerily human scream echoes into the unanswering night. This land needs something to believe in. Something that lets them sleep soundly at night with the knowledge that they have nothing to fear. Something they can look to in times of despair. A hero, if you will. A guardian.
They need me.
I am G. Squid, Private Eye, and I am here for the safety of Kiwike.]]> body... Slinks across the road, brushing up against my coat sleeve. When I look for the cause of the disturbance, nothing can be seen. Somewhere uncomfortably close, an eerily human scream echoes into the unanswering night. This land needs something to believe in. Something that lets them sleep soundly at night with the knowledge that they have nothing to fear. Something they can look to in times of despair. A hero, if you will. A guardian.
They need me.
I am G. Squid, Private Eye, and I am here for the safety of Kiwike.]]> <![CDATA[The Trip (A journal of Stug)]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1859 Fri, 16 Sep 2011 16:10:22 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1859

The Journey - Day 1

To think that I would ever leave the place that I now call home for something so random and so sudden is something I thought I would never do. I could never imagine myself leaving my new friends without much of a word to go to some other land, unknown by most. Looks like I really don’t know myself as much as I thought I did.

Its night time, I’m sitting under a tree and watching a few spiders toy with a sheep while I write this journal, in case I don’t return. Today marks the day of something call, “The Walk”. Before I left, a man approached me, he was wearing a hood and carrying a staff of what seemed to be made out of wood with a bit of carved lapis attached to the top. He came up to me and said, “Walk North, for you will find what you are truly here for, what your main purpose of life is.” At the time, it sounded like a load of shit spewing from an old man’s mouth. But hey, now I’m at least 25 miles away from any civilization in Kiwike writing some log of mine so I don’t go mad from walking continuously North.

I haven’t seen much yet, during they day I killed a few pigs for food, got some leather from cows, and went a little mining trip to get some tools for the way. Normally, I won’t plan on stopping during the night, so crafting a sword was pretty handy. It’s quite shiny too, better then my old stone sword that I was originally carrying. It practically broke when I swung it at a zombie, you can never trust those damn things..

I also noticed that there was a tall black creature watching me in the distance. Nothing like any other tall human, I mean like sugarcane-tower tall. It had these long gangly arms and purple eyes. When I looked at it, it started to violently shake, so I turned away and ran. I hope I never see something like that again, but it may have been me just hallucinating from the bit of cactus juice that I drank. I shouldn’t dwell on it. Anyways, I should probably stop writing and get walking. I don’t want to make that man wait for to long.


The Journey - Day 3

Injuries suck. A Creeper snuck up on me from behind when I was cooking some pork and blew me into a wall, knee first. Now my knee is swelling up and I can barely walk. I’ll be stuck here for some time so I decided that it would be a good time for an update.

I haven’t seen anymore of those black things, so I guess it must have been me hallucinating. I had a dream of one of those things being right next to me when I was taking a nap earlier. From a close view, it looked like it had a mouth, somewhat like an jaw dangling from a normally human’s mouth. If that’s not enough detail to make you concerned, then I don’t know how much more I can say.

I got a bit more leather from cows, enough to make some leather armor. Stitching that stuff together is a pain, I kept on poking myself with the needle. I understand now why I love mining and all the minerals I get from it. Smithing is much easier, in my eye at least.

My legs are starting to feel weaker and weaker by the moment. I think I’ve must have sprinted over 50 miles today, I’m kind of glad that I hurt my knee now. I can actually rest without forcing myself to continue on. Hopefully within a few days my knee will be better and I’ll be able to continue on my journey, to wherever the hell I’m supposed to be going to. It still troubles me that I don’t really know much of what is going on or why I even listened to that man.

Something worth mentioning is the places I’ve seen so far on my journey. I’ve seen much more things then I did in Kiwike. Oceans, endless fields, taller mountains, its like a whole new world! I actually had to make a boat to get across the water today rather then just swim it out. I must have been in the boat for at least 10 minutes.

The fields were quite large as well. It was like plain land for as far as the eye could see. No trees in sight, no caves to be found. Just flat land and many different kinds of animals, mostly cows though. I never knew the land out North was like this, I’m not sure if anyone knew it was like this. I could be the first one to discover things like this, who knows.

I also saw vines hanging from trees earlier. It was like the swamps I had back at home, just a lot more peaceful and without the gunky water or the creatures that lurked in them. Mushrooms seem to grow a lot more naturally then they normally do back towards Kiwike though. It gave me a great opportunity to make some classic mushroom soup. The mushrooms seemed a lot more fresh too, the soup kinda tasted like the kind that someone had made for me a while back when I was living in Dracko. Those were good times..

I should probably get some sleep. If my leg is healed by tomorrow then I'll need to wake up early for all the time that I have lost sitting here.

The Journey - Day 6

I don’t remember the man ever saying that there were going to be challenges along the way. There was a really tall mountain blocking my way North, so I had to go through a little passage that seemed carved out. I must have stepped on a pressure plate or something, the walls around me slowly started to push in on me. I couldn’t really sprint because of my knee, so it was like a hobble, and hobbling for your life isn’t enjoyable. I made it out just in time, but the edge of my leather pants got caught it, so I had to look for some more leather for another pair of leather pants, which means more stitching.

After that I was caught up behind something that I had never seen before in my life. It was like someone had taken a giant sword and cut through the Earth. There were zombies and skeletons hanging about at the bottom, a little bit of lava to the left of them. What made it worse was the fact that the only way across was going down a set of staircases and back up some on the other side.

Fighting my way through, what I like to call it, the hell-hole, I slowly reached my way toward the other side and began to climb up what seemed to be the greatest set of stairs ever. I had never been more excited to climb stairs, which truly means something. About at the last stair, my knee gave out. I had to crawl over to a tree and dig a make-shift home, which is where I’m sitting and writing this now.

It would probably be smart to keep a bucket of water against my knee, but I have none. The only water near me is about 100ft out of this hole, surrounded by spiders and zombies. Yeah, I’ll pass on the water. I guess I’ll have to man this one out like the last one. I probably won’t be moving for a few days.

Oh, I saw one of those black creatures moving around a giant boulder. I have never seen a monster move things. This is unique, but it makes me think that these creatures are a lot worse then I assumed. At this rate, it seems that they could rip up someones house in large groups. This could be a problem in the future, I mean, I don’t even have a house right now..

Oh well, no time to dread, only time to sleep.

The Journey - Day 7

I peeked out of my hole when morning came and noticed that there was a small sized cabin just out of sight. I must not have seen it last night because of the darkness. I hobbled over to the window and saw the same staff that the old man I saw not to long ago. This must be his house. He must be trying to stay hidden for some reason, there are no lights in the house or around the area. He must take down the torches he puts in his house at night to prevent anyone from seeing him.

He wasn’t at the house, so now I’m back in my hole writing again. There isn’t much better to do when you can barely move. I hear someone coming though, I should probably go check it out.

The Journey - Day 7 (Part 2)

I was right. It was indeed the old man’s house. He was happy to take me in for the night, so I’m sitting in the cabin on a bed with a nice ice cold bucket of water leaned up against my leg. Sounds like a basic chill day. The old man said that tomorrow that we need to get down to business, he said that “The Walk” is over with and now we have things to accomplish and things to talk about. I can only imagine what this old guy has to say to me. He’ll probably rabble on about his old village or some shit like that, some typical old guy. I could even be out here for no reason, who knows. I think I need to put this journal down for a little bit, I got things to think about. And mushroom soup to eat.


The Talk - Day 8

Right now is probably not the best time to write, I’m quite frankly in shock. This old man has told me so many things, I’m not sure to believe or not. It sounds like he told me my own futuristic play-by-play of my life. I might as well explain what he said though, to anyone who gets a hold of this journal.

He started off saying that I was here because of my destiny, that there was only 1 specific reason that I had come here, and it was because I didn’t know who I was. He said that I’ve been hiding something from everyone for a while, that there was a side of me that I couldn’t accept, the real me. Whatever the hell that means.

He brought me here so I could train for the day that I learn who I really am, which still confuses me. Why would I need to train for myself? That sounds insane. He set up tasks for me to accomplish, the one for tomorrow he said was a test of strength and how well I handle myself under pressure. I sure hope it isn’t a run.

He also said that by the end of this training that I was going to be a completely changed man, I would think differently, act differently, even talk differently. I was honestly thinking about ditching this old guy and returning to all my friends back in Kiwike, but with the condition of my knee right now, that wouldn’t be smart. It would take a long time to return, I could die by then. Which leaves me no choice but to stay here and train with the old man until my knee is better. Who knows how long that will take.

He never told me his name though, I don’t know what I should call him. If he expects me to call him master, I will ditch this guy. Maybe he’ll tell me at a later time, he probably is waiting to gain my trust. I don’t blame the guy.

There will probably be more things he will tell me tomorrow, at least I hope there is. Maybe I’ll even ask him about those black creatures. He seems like someone who knows a lot of history about the world.

Speaking of those black creatures, I saw another one today. I tried not to look at him so he wouldn’t think of getting angry at me, and I noticed that he started to approach me out of the corner of my eye. I thought I was dead there, but he turned away and picked up a handful a dirt and walked away. These things are so weird.. I hope I can learn more about them tomorrow.

((To be continued...))]]>

The Journey - Day 1

To think that I would ever leave the place that I now call home for something so random and so sudden is something I thought I would never do. I could never imagine myself leaving my new friends without much of a word to go to some other land, unknown by most. Looks like I really don’t know myself as much as I thought I did.

Its night time, I’m sitting under a tree and watching a few spiders toy with a sheep while I write this journal, in case I don’t return. Today marks the day of something call, “The Walk”. Before I left, a man approached me, he was wearing a hood and carrying a staff of what seemed to be made out of wood with a bit of carved lapis attached to the top. He came up to me and said, “Walk North, for you will find what you are truly here for, what your main purpose of life is.” At the time, it sounded like a load of shit spewing from an old man’s mouth. But hey, now I’m at least 25 miles away from any civilization in Kiwike writing some log of mine so I don’t go mad from walking continuously North.

I haven’t seen much yet, during they day I killed a few pigs for food, got some leather from cows, and went a little mining trip to get some tools for the way. Normally, I won’t plan on stopping during the night, so crafting a sword was pretty handy. It’s quite shiny too, better then my old stone sword that I was originally carrying. It practically broke when I swung it at a zombie, you can never trust those damn things..

I also noticed that there was a tall black creature watching me in the distance. Nothing like any other tall human, I mean like sugarcane-tower tall. It had these long gangly arms and purple eyes. When I looked at it, it started to violently shake, so I turned away and ran. I hope I never see something like that again, but it may have been me just hallucinating from the bit of cactus juice that I drank. I shouldn’t dwell on it. Anyways, I should probably stop writing and get walking. I don’t want to make that man wait for to long.


The Journey - Day 3

Injuries suck. A Creeper snuck up on me from behind when I was cooking some pork and blew me into a wall, knee first. Now my knee is swelling up and I can barely walk. I’ll be stuck here for some time so I decided that it would be a good time for an update.

I haven’t seen anymore of those black things, so I guess it must have been me hallucinating. I had a dream of one of those things being right next to me when I was taking a nap earlier. From a close view, it looked like it had a mouth, somewhat like an jaw dangling from a normally human’s mouth. If that’s not enough detail to make you concerned, then I don’t know how much more I can say.

I got a bit more leather from cows, enough to make some leather armor. Stitching that stuff together is a pain, I kept on poking myself with the needle. I understand now why I love mining and all the minerals I get from it. Smithing is much easier, in my eye at least.

My legs are starting to feel weaker and weaker by the moment. I think I’ve must have sprinted over 50 miles today, I’m kind of glad that I hurt my knee now. I can actually rest without forcing myself to continue on. Hopefully within a few days my knee will be better and I’ll be able to continue on my journey, to wherever the hell I’m supposed to be going to. It still troubles me that I don’t really know much of what is going on or why I even listened to that man.

Something worth mentioning is the places I’ve seen so far on my journey. I’ve seen much more things then I did in Kiwike. Oceans, endless fields, taller mountains, its like a whole new world! I actually had to make a boat to get across the water today rather then just swim it out. I must have been in the boat for at least 10 minutes.

The fields were quite large as well. It was like plain land for as far as the eye could see. No trees in sight, no caves to be found. Just flat land and many different kinds of animals, mostly cows though. I never knew the land out North was like this, I’m not sure if anyone knew it was like this. I could be the first one to discover things like this, who knows.

I also saw vines hanging from trees earlier. It was like the swamps I had back at home, just a lot more peaceful and without the gunky water or the creatures that lurked in them. Mushrooms seem to grow a lot more naturally then they normally do back towards Kiwike though. It gave me a great opportunity to make some classic mushroom soup. The mushrooms seemed a lot more fresh too, the soup kinda tasted like the kind that someone had made for me a while back when I was living in Dracko. Those were good times..

I should probably get some sleep. If my leg is healed by tomorrow then I'll need to wake up early for all the time that I have lost sitting here.

The Journey - Day 6

I don’t remember the man ever saying that there were going to be challenges along the way. There was a really tall mountain blocking my way North, so I had to go through a little passage that seemed carved out. I must have stepped on a pressure plate or something, the walls around me slowly started to push in on me. I couldn’t really sprint because of my knee, so it was like a hobble, and hobbling for your life isn’t enjoyable. I made it out just in time, but the edge of my leather pants got caught it, so I had to look for some more leather for another pair of leather pants, which means more stitching.

After that I was caught up behind something that I had never seen before in my life. It was like someone had taken a giant sword and cut through the Earth. There were zombies and skeletons hanging about at the bottom, a little bit of lava to the left of them. What made it worse was the fact that the only way across was going down a set of staircases and back up some on the other side.

Fighting my way through, what I like to call it, the hell-hole, I slowly reached my way toward the other side and began to climb up what seemed to be the greatest set of stairs ever. I had never been more excited to climb stairs, which truly means something. About at the last stair, my knee gave out. I had to crawl over to a tree and dig a make-shift home, which is where I’m sitting and writing this now.

It would probably be smart to keep a bucket of water against my knee, but I have none. The only water near me is about 100ft out of this hole, surrounded by spiders and zombies. Yeah, I’ll pass on the water. I guess I’ll have to man this one out like the last one. I probably won’t be moving for a few days.

Oh, I saw one of those black creatures moving around a giant boulder. I have never seen a monster move things. This is unique, but it makes me think that these creatures are a lot worse then I assumed. At this rate, it seems that they could rip up someones house in large groups. This could be a problem in the future, I mean, I don’t even have a house right now..

Oh well, no time to dread, only time to sleep.

The Journey - Day 7

I peeked out of my hole when morning came and noticed that there was a small sized cabin just out of sight. I must not have seen it last night because of the darkness. I hobbled over to the window and saw the same staff that the old man I saw not to long ago. This must be his house. He must be trying to stay hidden for some reason, there are no lights in the house or around the area. He must take down the torches he puts in his house at night to prevent anyone from seeing him.

He wasn’t at the house, so now I’m back in my hole writing again. There isn’t much better to do when you can barely move. I hear someone coming though, I should probably go check it out.

The Journey - Day 7 (Part 2)

I was right. It was indeed the old man’s house. He was happy to take me in for the night, so I’m sitting in the cabin on a bed with a nice ice cold bucket of water leaned up against my leg. Sounds like a basic chill day. The old man said that tomorrow that we need to get down to business, he said that “The Walk” is over with and now we have things to accomplish and things to talk about. I can only imagine what this old guy has to say to me. He’ll probably rabble on about his old village or some shit like that, some typical old guy. I could even be out here for no reason, who knows. I think I need to put this journal down for a little bit, I got things to think about. And mushroom soup to eat.


The Talk - Day 8

Right now is probably not the best time to write, I’m quite frankly in shock. This old man has told me so many things, I’m not sure to believe or not. It sounds like he told me my own futuristic play-by-play of my life. I might as well explain what he said though, to anyone who gets a hold of this journal.

He started off saying that I was here because of my destiny, that there was only 1 specific reason that I had come here, and it was because I didn’t know who I was. He said that I’ve been hiding something from everyone for a while, that there was a side of me that I couldn’t accept, the real me. Whatever the hell that means.

He brought me here so I could train for the day that I learn who I really am, which still confuses me. Why would I need to train for myself? That sounds insane. He set up tasks for me to accomplish, the one for tomorrow he said was a test of strength and how well I handle myself under pressure. I sure hope it isn’t a run.

He also said that by the end of this training that I was going to be a completely changed man, I would think differently, act differently, even talk differently. I was honestly thinking about ditching this old guy and returning to all my friends back in Kiwike, but with the condition of my knee right now, that wouldn’t be smart. It would take a long time to return, I could die by then. Which leaves me no choice but to stay here and train with the old man until my knee is better. Who knows how long that will take.

He never told me his name though, I don’t know what I should call him. If he expects me to call him master, I will ditch this guy. Maybe he’ll tell me at a later time, he probably is waiting to gain my trust. I don’t blame the guy.

There will probably be more things he will tell me tomorrow, at least I hope there is. Maybe I’ll even ask him about those black creatures. He seems like someone who knows a lot of history about the world.

Speaking of those black creatures, I saw another one today. I tried not to look at him so he wouldn’t think of getting angry at me, and I noticed that he started to approach me out of the corner of my eye. I thought I was dead there, but he turned away and picked up a handful a dirt and walked away. These things are so weird.. I hope I can learn more about them tomorrow.

((To be continued...))]]> <![CDATA[Posters in the captitals]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1782 Sun, 04 Sep 2011 08:15:13 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1782
"The Institute of Science is looking for employes,
Researchers, test-subjects and construction workers,
everyone is welcome!

If you want to apply, contact Professor Isaac Coilic of Plunge." ]]>
"The Institute of Science is looking for employes,
Researchers, test-subjects and construction workers,
everyone is welcome!

If you want to apply, contact Professor Isaac Coilic of Plunge." ]]> <![CDATA[New RP Character Question..]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1776 Sat, 03 Sep 2011 23:14:26 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1776
Just one question tho.. can my character be a tiger? :3]]>
Just one question tho.. can my character be a tiger? :3]]> <![CDATA[Flier on the wall of the tavern]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1770 Sat, 03 Sep 2011 16:07:52 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1770 http://kiwike.se/forum/showthread.php?tid=1764 it could save you from signing up for something you didn't want to}}

*As you walk out of the tavern after a night of drinking you notice a flier on the wall*
Got nothing to do?
Need gold?
Join me in my quest for redstone!
1 gold for every 32 redstone mined.


a quill hangs next to it...]]> http://kiwike.se/forum/showthread.php?tid=1764 it could save you from signing up for something you didn't want to}}

*As you walk out of the tavern after a night of drinking you notice a flier on the wall*
Got nothing to do?
Need gold?
Join me in my quest for redstone!
1 gold for every 32 redstone mined.


a quill hangs next to it...]]> <![CDATA[My wierd neighbour.]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1718 Sat, 27 Aug 2011 21:40:34 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1718
Day 1:

Alright, so I just moved in to Cerantiace and...there's the wierd guy across the street. He seems normal, he looks a little wierd, but he told me he had some accidents that turned his blood into redstone...very wierd. And somehow when I'm close to him I seem to hear: ''The Red one is coming.'' in his voice. It might be me, it might not. The stuff is really messing with me. Anyway, I have to investigate this, so I'll write it in my trusty notebook.


Day 2:

Okay, so he seemed kinda normal, and I was going to investigate what redstone does to his blood, it seemed like it were some minor changes, but today he insisted on turning my house into a mashing death trap. I refused. This guy seems to be facinated with death, because he told me ''the more death, the merrier''. Scared the crap outta me. I want to see what this redstone does to him. I need a blood sample.
Day 2, part 2:

Well, what the Nether. I'm just chilling in my house, I guess I took a nap, and the moment I wake up, I'm standing on some bridge in town, and everybody is looking at me. They must have done something to me. This whole friggin' town must be wierd. Anyway, due to that I had no chance on getting a blood sample. Better try again next time.]]>
Day 1:

Alright, so I just moved in to Cerantiace and...there's the wierd guy across the street. He seems normal, he looks a little wierd, but he told me he had some accidents that turned his blood into redstone...very wierd. And somehow when I'm close to him I seem to hear: ''The Red one is coming.'' in his voice. It might be me, it might not. The stuff is really messing with me. Anyway, I have to investigate this, so I'll write it in my trusty notebook.


Day 2:

Okay, so he seemed kinda normal, and I was going to investigate what redstone does to his blood, it seemed like it were some minor changes, but today he insisted on turning my house into a mashing death trap. I refused. This guy seems to be facinated with death, because he told me ''the more death, the merrier''. Scared the crap outta me. I want to see what this redstone does to him. I need a blood sample.
Day 2, part 2:

Well, what the Nether. I'm just chilling in my house, I guess I took a nap, and the moment I wake up, I'm standing on some bridge in town, and everybody is looking at me. They must have done something to me. This whole friggin' town must be wierd. Anyway, due to that I had no chance on getting a blood sample. Better try again next time.]]> <![CDATA[That guy across the street (A Diary of Hoiafar)]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1717 Sat, 27 Aug 2011 21:40:31 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1717
Day 1

Upon first meeting this man 2 days ago, I did not think much of him. Except maybe that he was incredibly crazy... I guess that's why they call him Crazy.
He asked me why I was purple. At first I just stared at him, and then payed no further attention.
Him and Cerce seems to be since long friends, at least they spoke to eachother like they were. I wonder what past connections they have.

Yesterday I was invited to his house, he seemed not the man I had met before, rather very calm, but with a nervous nature about him. We spoke for what seemed like a couple of minutes, but the sun had already set when we were finished.
During the conversation he made remarks about me saying things that I myself don't remember saying. Something about a "red one". He must really be crazy.
He also told me to get him inside whenever he acts... Strange.
I think he's on something. He always tries to hide his basement, I believe he is a druggy.

Something unreadable is scrawled at the bottom of the page, with what seems like blood.
... Re... O..e ...roaches
A small insert.
Today a man came by, he seemed even more crazy than Crazy, he accused Crazy of being a drug dealer. Claiming he has evidence...
No real evidence was of course found, only a sugar farm. Well, now I know that Crazy isn't a druggy at least.

But after that he was... Acting weird. We found him on the pier, lost in memory. He scared me, I was short of putting my sword through his guts.
However, Cerce explained it to me.
He has these... Episodes, he call it. Where he is lost in memory, bad memories. That is a really scarred man, I think I know why he is crazy...
Afterwards he didn't seem to remember anything. What a sad rubble of a man.]]>
Day 1

Upon first meeting this man 2 days ago, I did not think much of him. Except maybe that he was incredibly crazy... I guess that's why they call him Crazy.
He asked me why I was purple. At first I just stared at him, and then payed no further attention.
Him and Cerce seems to be since long friends, at least they spoke to eachother like they were. I wonder what past connections they have.

Yesterday I was invited to his house, he seemed not the man I had met before, rather very calm, but with a nervous nature about him. We spoke for what seemed like a couple of minutes, but the sun had already set when we were finished.
During the conversation he made remarks about me saying things that I myself don't remember saying. Something about a "red one". He must really be crazy.
He also told me to get him inside whenever he acts... Strange.
I think he's on something. He always tries to hide his basement, I believe he is a druggy.

Something unreadable is scrawled at the bottom of the page, with what seems like blood.
... Re... O..e ...roaches
A small insert.
Today a man came by, he seemed even more crazy than Crazy, he accused Crazy of being a drug dealer. Claiming he has evidence...
No real evidence was of course found, only a sugar farm. Well, now I know that Crazy isn't a druggy at least.

But after that he was... Acting weird. We found him on the pier, lost in memory. He scared me, I was short of putting my sword through his guts.
However, Cerce explained it to me.
He has these... Episodes, he call it. Where he is lost in memory, bad memories. That is a really scarred man, I think I know why he is crazy...
Afterwards he didn't seem to remember anything. What a sad rubble of a man.]]> <![CDATA[*Envelope nailed to the wall of the Mavenholm tavern*]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1695 Fri, 26 Aug 2011 13:31:28 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1695
Inside the envelope you find a letter, it says:

"Greetings. I am Coilic, a traveler. I have heard of your group, and I wish to join it.
All to long have simple men like me traveled the wild, fearing the creatures of the night, but with you, that can change. I wish to help you in your quest, and make this world easier to traverse.

If you wish to see me, I am staying Lakeville Cove for a while."]]>
Inside the envelope you find a letter, it says:

"Greetings. I am Coilic, a traveler. I have heard of your group, and I wish to join it.
All to long have simple men like me traveled the wild, fearing the creatures of the night, but with you, that can change. I wish to help you in your quest, and make this world easier to traverse.

If you wish to see me, I am staying Lakeville Cove for a while."]]> <![CDATA[New Me]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1682 Thu, 25 Aug 2011 02:07:55 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1682 So starting tomorrow, I'm a completely new person. Just with the same bank, and same items.
I'll start my new skin now...

((just sayin', cuz' a lot of people hate guthriearmstrong))]]> So starting tomorrow, I'm a completely new person. Just with the same bank, and same items.
I'll start my new skin now...

((just sayin', cuz' a lot of people hate guthriearmstrong))]]> <![CDATA[*Note placed next to the Mavenholm tavern*]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1636 Sat, 20 Aug 2011 04:01:03 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1636 I have a bit of a problem and I am sure one of you can solve it.
It's simple: Who should I fight, X or their enemies?
I see many of you already rushing to your parchment writing a letter to me saying that it's simple and I should fight against evil, X.
But here I ask you, why are you "good"?
What makes you better than them, you both would kill each other on sight. Saying that you're the good side protecting Kiwike grants you the ability to be as hostile as them?
They started the argument, yes that is true. But if someone murders your wife or kid and you go out and murder the murderer, it is still murder. Maybe those X men have wifes and children. They might have hung your Watcher friend, but he was watching us all, he was murdered for that ofcourse, he was watching us obey rules or we got killed.

X didn't take my house.
X didn't take my money.
X didn't take my science.
"Good" people did.

But, I am only saying bad things about the "good" people now.
Everything I just wrote counts for X as well.


Now, please, send me a letter or contact me, and tell me which side I should join and why.
I might just be an insignificant soldier, but try to convince me.



P.S. I do not want to offend any of you, I am just stating reasons I have not joined the fight against X yet."
]]> I have a bit of a problem and I am sure one of you can solve it.
It's simple: Who should I fight, X or their enemies?
I see many of you already rushing to your parchment writing a letter to me saying that it's simple and I should fight against evil, X.
But here I ask you, why are you "good"?
What makes you better than them, you both would kill each other on sight. Saying that you're the good side protecting Kiwike grants you the ability to be as hostile as them?
They started the argument, yes that is true. But if someone murders your wife or kid and you go out and murder the murderer, it is still murder. Maybe those X men have wifes and children. They might have hung your Watcher friend, but he was watching us all, he was murdered for that ofcourse, he was watching us obey rules or we got killed.

X didn't take my house.
X didn't take my money.
X didn't take my science.
"Good" people did.

But, I am only saying bad things about the "good" people now.
Everything I just wrote counts for X as well.


Now, please, send me a letter or contact me, and tell me which side I should join and why.
I might just be an insignificant soldier, but try to convince me.



P.S. I do not want to offend any of you, I am just stating reasons I have not joined the fight against X yet."
]]> <![CDATA[We eXist...]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1561 Sun, 14 Aug 2011 20:36:20 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1561 Friendly chatter and warmth emanate out of the bar in Mavenholm. Many of the land's denizens are gathered here for a reunion, and the relief of seeing old friends is so thick in the air that one could cut it with a knife. Then, a freezing draft of wind rushes into the bar, extinguishing all sources of light. Everyone turns and sees that the door is open, and within its frame stands a figure with a black cloak swirling around it, a hood completely obscuring its face. The hood tilts slightly upward, revealing what in the darkness appears to be a mouth. It begins to move, and a deep, raspy, booming voice fills the room, petrifying everyone within earshot.

"I will begin by stating that I am not here to socialize. Why do you sit here making idle chatter when you could be doing Kiwike a service? Hm. Well, I can't say I expected an answer. Now, listen here and listen well, for what I am about to say will radically change the lives of each and every living being in this room, and, by extent, every sentient creature in the land of Kiwike. I have come to tell you... about X.

We of X are the embodiment of the shadows, the dealers of death, those who choose who shall stay in this world... and who shall move on. We are behind you, above you, below you... and yet right before your eyes. When Kiwike's balance is shifted by a person, we are the ones who arrange their untimely demise. We are what you would call... assassins. We have deemed it time to accept others into our ranks, and this is the purpose of my coming here. If you are drawn by the deadly allure of X, here is what you will do. When I say so, everyone in this room will leave, and I will shake your hand. If you wish to join, scratch my palm when our hands meet, and we will contact you with orders concerning what to do next. Now... leave.[/i]]]> Friendly chatter and warmth emanate out of the bar in Mavenholm. Many of the land's denizens are gathered here for a reunion, and the relief of seeing old friends is so thick in the air that one could cut it with a knife. Then, a freezing draft of wind rushes into the bar, extinguishing all sources of light. Everyone turns and sees that the door is open, and within its frame stands a figure with a black cloak swirling around it, a hood completely obscuring its face. The hood tilts slightly upward, revealing what in the darkness appears to be a mouth. It begins to move, and a deep, raspy, booming voice fills the room, petrifying everyone within earshot.

"I will begin by stating that I am not here to socialize. Why do you sit here making idle chatter when you could be doing Kiwike a service? Hm. Well, I can't say I expected an answer. Now, listen here and listen well, for what I am about to say will radically change the lives of each and every living being in this room, and, by extent, every sentient creature in the land of Kiwike. I have come to tell you... about X.

We of X are the embodiment of the shadows, the dealers of death, those who choose who shall stay in this world... and who shall move on. We are behind you, above you, below you... and yet right before your eyes. When Kiwike's balance is shifted by a person, we are the ones who arrange their untimely demise. We are what you would call... assassins. We have deemed it time to accept others into our ranks, and this is the purpose of my coming here. If you are drawn by the deadly allure of X, here is what you will do. When I say so, everyone in this room will leave, and I will shake your hand. If you wish to join, scratch my palm when our hands meet, and we will contact you with orders concerning what to do next. Now... leave.[/i]]]> <![CDATA[*Ad posted in Mavenholm*]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1185 Sat, 09 Jul 2011 12:58:10 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1185 ---WANTED: CASTLE AND HOME---
A soon to be engaged couple is looking for a place to stay and even marry, preferably a castle.
Replies to Crazy.

Hope we can stay with you soon!]]> ---WANTED: CASTLE AND HOME---
A soon to be engaged couple is looking for a place to stay and even marry, preferably a castle.
Replies to Crazy.

Hope we can stay with you soon!]]> <![CDATA[New guild]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1101 Tue, 28 Jun 2011 00:06:00 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1101 As he walked out a few people became curious and walked over to see what the flier said.

"Mercenary guild now open for business"

The flier contained many details about a new guild.

"I have decided to open up a new guild, thanks to the title this is obviously a mercenary guild. The way this guild works is you give us some info on what you would like done, you tell us how much you will pay (if we find it too low then we will raise the price a little), (you pay first) then the job is completed. If we do not complete the job you will be given a complete refund."

"And to those of you who would like to join, I put up a list of contracts, you pick one, you complete the contract (I get 10% if its 10 Gold or above), if you do not complete the contract or bail on it(like if you were trying to escort someone or you were supposed to help fight somewhere and deserted) the you will only get 50% of your next contract.

"I hope some of you are interested in joining the guild or hiring one of our mercenaries... also we will not work for the grand"

~ squiggley1
If you would like to join please PM me and I will happily reply.

If you have a contract also PM me and I will see what I can do.

current members: Me, geckosquid, Maindigger, guthriearmstrong, the1doctor, thornax, manofar, sethd13, doggypwn. jesus shit we need more people]]> As he walked out a few people became curious and walked over to see what the flier said.

"Mercenary guild now open for business"

The flier contained many details about a new guild.

"I have decided to open up a new guild, thanks to the title this is obviously a mercenary guild. The way this guild works is you give us some info on what you would like done, you tell us how much you will pay (if we find it too low then we will raise the price a little), (you pay first) then the job is completed. If we do not complete the job you will be given a complete refund."

"And to those of you who would like to join, I put up a list of contracts, you pick one, you complete the contract (I get 10% if its 10 Gold or above), if you do not complete the contract or bail on it(like if you were trying to escort someone or you were supposed to help fight somewhere and deserted) the you will only get 50% of your next contract.

"I hope some of you are interested in joining the guild or hiring one of our mercenaries... also we will not work for the grand"

~ squiggley1
If you would like to join please PM me and I will happily reply.

If you have a contract also PM me and I will see what I can do.

current members: Me, geckosquid, Maindigger, guthriearmstrong, the1doctor, thornax, manofar, sethd13, doggypwn. jesus shit we need more people]]> <![CDATA[The Last Geckosquid-A Journal]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1087 Sun, 26 Jun 2011 06:14:46 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=1087 I am the last of my kind. The Geckosquid were wiped out long ago by a rampaging malevolence that ate away at our ranks until we became a scattered species that lived in fear. One by one, we were hunted down and brutally murdered. I have lived under the sea, only coming out when the safety of the sun bathes Kiwike. But now, I fear that I have been found.

I am beginning this journal for the sole reason that I may soon be killed, and the world must know how. As I look out from the top of the Glass Citadel, wherein lies the room which I call my home, I see something taking shape in the distance. It does not visibly make any sort of movement; it instead glides ever so slowly towards me. In the darkness, I cannot make out its exact shape, but I can feel its evil deep within me...

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I have come to a decision. I must arrange for a departure from these lands immediately to preserve myself as well as my species...

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It is done. I will be leaving the lands of Kiwike in precisely forty-eight hours. I will invite my dearest friends to see me off. I wish it did not have to come to this, but my death would mean the downfall of my kind. I will just have to hope that the evil does not reach here before I leave...]]> I am the last of my kind. The Geckosquid were wiped out long ago by a rampaging malevolence that ate away at our ranks until we became a scattered species that lived in fear. One by one, we were hunted down and brutally murdered. I have lived under the sea, only coming out when the safety of the sun bathes Kiwike. But now, I fear that I have been found.

I am beginning this journal for the sole reason that I may soon be killed, and the world must know how. As I look out from the top of the Glass Citadel, wherein lies the room which I call my home, I see something taking shape in the distance. It does not visibly make any sort of movement; it instead glides ever so slowly towards me. In the darkness, I cannot make out its exact shape, but I can feel its evil deep within me...

--------------------------

I have come to a decision. I must arrange for a departure from these lands immediately to preserve myself as well as my species...

--------------------------

It is done. I will be leaving the lands of Kiwike in precisely forty-eight hours. I will invite my dearest friends to see me off. I wish it did not have to come to this, but my death would mean the downfall of my kind. I will just have to hope that the evil does not reach here before I leave...]]> <![CDATA[*Posted in a tavern in Mavenholm*]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=880 Tue, 24 May 2011 21:19:55 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=880 I am MainDigger and i want to ask you a question.
Are you in need of a extra pair of hands? Another man to lighten your heavy burden?
Look no further! Since i have not heard from the mayor of Venezia for quite a while i thought that there will be no town.
So, now i am nomad. Wich i dont like at all.
I am willing to work for shelter and good company.
I got quite a large quantity of experience with warfare and working in mines.
I am a honorary man. Are you?
Contact me by leaving your answer to the bartender and i will get it the next time i drop by.

Sincerely,
Sir Main Digh

______________________________________________________________________________
((Off character: I have been away for two weeks now. I have had a lot of homework.
So i thought that this might be my chance to try again. Now i got no connections to any nation what so ever. I really want to join a RP'ing community with fun (and active) people. I have no huge amount of RP'ing experience but i am eager to learn more.))]]> I am MainDigger and i want to ask you a question.
Are you in need of a extra pair of hands? Another man to lighten your heavy burden?
Look no further! Since i have not heard from the mayor of Venezia for quite a while i thought that there will be no town.
So, now i am nomad. Wich i dont like at all.
I am willing to work for shelter and good company.
I got quite a large quantity of experience with warfare and working in mines.
I am a honorary man. Are you?
Contact me by leaving your answer to the bartender and i will get it the next time i drop by.

Sincerely,
Sir Main Digh

______________________________________________________________________________
((Off character: I have been away for two weeks now. I have had a lot of homework.
So i thought that this might be my chance to try again. Now i got no connections to any nation what so ever. I really want to join a RP'ing community with fun (and active) people. I have no huge amount of RP'ing experience but i am eager to learn more.))]]> <![CDATA[*Letter taped to the wall of Mavenholm*]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=860 Sat, 21 May 2011 20:23:56 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=860 I have made a decision, a big one.
You probably all know about the evil Project called Project Z.
Well, I was trying to stop it.
But just before I decided to stop it, I got a letter. From them. From their Boss.
It said he was retiring, and he needed a new Boss, even better than himself.
Guess what? He asked me. ME! I did not want to do it.
I knew you could help me at the expedition, and talk me out of doing it.
You didn't.
Guess what? I accepted. You all seem to be too busy to save the world, so let me give you an extra ''push''. Well, I would like to make this final statement:
I'll see you in the employee room, or in the brainwashing room.
Join, or be forced to.
All new employees are welcome.
-The New Boss of Project Z.

The Letter ends with the same line over and over:
The world is my playground and you are my toys.

]]> I have made a decision, a big one.
You probably all know about the evil Project called Project Z.
Well, I was trying to stop it.
But just before I decided to stop it, I got a letter. From them. From their Boss.
It said he was retiring, and he needed a new Boss, even better than himself.
Guess what? He asked me. ME! I did not want to do it.
I knew you could help me at the expedition, and talk me out of doing it.
You didn't.
Guess what? I accepted. You all seem to be too busy to save the world, so let me give you an extra ''push''. Well, I would like to make this final statement:
I'll see you in the employee room, or in the brainwashing room.
Join, or be forced to.
All new employees are welcome.
-The New Boss of Project Z.

The Letter ends with the same line over and over:
The world is my playground and you are my toys.

]]> <![CDATA[In the quarantine zone]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=781 Mon, 09 May 2011 01:56:32 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=781
((This is a little excerpt of my character after the thieves city was discovered.))
How could you have been so stupid?! my conscience echoed off the cube of my head.
At least you could have turned around....now look what's happening! Sir Suba dunked into the Thieves entrance, silently, without a word. He looked at me, and i stared back at him. Ohhhh man, what was i going to do...?
Wait, what? He just went down the stairs....did he not see me? Instinct grabbed hold of me. I took some wood and plugged up the stairs...that wouldn't hold him for long....I can't escape, it's too dark out, and I swear there are jockeys out there...

I holed myself into the wall...
...darkness....
...darkness....
Ping! a light broke through the crude dirt wall. Suba was looking at me.
"Um....hi?" I said nervously, my head was pounding blood into my brain, like a cornered animal trying to get away.
"Hi!" He replied, seemingly unfazed and oblivious.
I whispered to my friend. "Is Suba supposed to be here?"
"No....what happened?"
"He's in here."
"Damnit, he's not part of the guild. Leave, I'm going to set up traps."
Suba already left down the stairs again. Not good. Not good at all.
Should I kill him? That would give me away. What should I do? This is not good at all. Panic stricken, i couldn't just leave my friend down there, who knows what could happen?
-Beep- SirSuba forgot to Stop, Drop, and Roll -Beep-
Oh god, so much relief.
SirSuba: [g] GAH I WAS SO CLOSE TO THEIR LAIR.
Wow, thanks for pointing it out. This is bad.
"HEY We need to get out NOW."
I took some possessions from the city,and hit the glass. The deed was done.
Crawling out of the city, i thought to myself. I have got to be the STUPIDEST thief ever...why did they accept me?I'm probably going to get expelled...
I blacked out. ((my internet died Tongue))
I'm back at my place. Oh my god, such relief. Well, our city's a no go now. We need to find a new habitat. a new home...somewhere, but where?
"Hey, Matam, how's fyrstone?"-NLewis.
"Um...good, why?" Well that's weird, why would he want to talk to me about it?
"Just wanted to check it out, are you there? I'd like a tour."
I should have watched out. I should have known. I should have HIDDEN. But i didn't. Like an idiot, I met them on the bridge. I took pride in my town. I built it with my own hands, damnit....
They hit me their. Something sharp hit my back, and i fell in the water.
....darkness.....
Wha, wait, what happened? "What did I do?"
"You know what you did."
"What, i didn't do anything."
"The forums, we have proof."
Wait, what? Oh no....my name, WHY DID THEY GIVE OUT MY NAME................
This isn't good. "You will be tested in court."
I couldn't do anything, I was stuck. They had diamond swords, i had leather boots.
I followed them. They took everything. They took my house, they took my life, what else could they want? They've pushed me past the limit of abuse. What kind of justice system is this?
A different kind of darkness overwhelmed me. Anger, hatred, REVENGE. But I won't let it take hold of me...not yet.
In that quarantine, it was close...so close...so tempting....I almost lost my mind in there. I blacked out several times too. But what could I do?
I'm innocent. My "contributions" that they allegedly accused me of were off and wrong. Stealing? Hell no. I only saw, and came and went. I only went to the city once, and that was out of sheer curiosity. The stupid blockhead soldiers who follow orders like sheep can't tell the damn difference. They are blind. Like the rest of the justice system.
I won't stand for this, though. This, is MY life. I won't let them ruin it...
I'm in a cave right now, writing this to anyone willing to listen to my plea. I've lost everything..... I haven't done anything wrong. All I did was observe and tell.

This, is my testimony. This, is my argument to the unfair, biased, and prejudiced system of justice run by Cornerstone.

((Just a writing practice for me, but quite true nonetheless.))]]>
((This is a little excerpt of my character after the thieves city was discovered.))
How could you have been so stupid?! my conscience echoed off the cube of my head.
At least you could have turned around....now look what's happening! Sir Suba dunked into the Thieves entrance, silently, without a word. He looked at me, and i stared back at him. Ohhhh man, what was i going to do...?
Wait, what? He just went down the stairs....did he not see me? Instinct grabbed hold of me. I took some wood and plugged up the stairs...that wouldn't hold him for long....I can't escape, it's too dark out, and I swear there are jockeys out there...

I holed myself into the wall...
...darkness....
...darkness....
Ping! a light broke through the crude dirt wall. Suba was looking at me.
"Um....hi?" I said nervously, my head was pounding blood into my brain, like a cornered animal trying to get away.
"Hi!" He replied, seemingly unfazed and oblivious.
I whispered to my friend. "Is Suba supposed to be here?"
"No....what happened?"
"He's in here."
"Damnit, he's not part of the guild. Leave, I'm going to set up traps."
Suba already left down the stairs again. Not good. Not good at all.
Should I kill him? That would give me away. What should I do? This is not good at all. Panic stricken, i couldn't just leave my friend down there, who knows what could happen?
-Beep- SirSuba forgot to Stop, Drop, and Roll -Beep-
Oh god, so much relief.
SirSuba: [g] GAH I WAS SO CLOSE TO THEIR LAIR.
Wow, thanks for pointing it out. This is bad.
"HEY We need to get out NOW."
I took some possessions from the city,and hit the glass. The deed was done.
Crawling out of the city, i thought to myself. I have got to be the STUPIDEST thief ever...why did they accept me?I'm probably going to get expelled...
I blacked out. ((my internet died Tongue))
I'm back at my place. Oh my god, such relief. Well, our city's a no go now. We need to find a new habitat. a new home...somewhere, but where?
"Hey, Matam, how's fyrstone?"-NLewis.
"Um...good, why?" Well that's weird, why would he want to talk to me about it?
"Just wanted to check it out, are you there? I'd like a tour."
I should have watched out. I should have known. I should have HIDDEN. But i didn't. Like an idiot, I met them on the bridge. I took pride in my town. I built it with my own hands, damnit....
They hit me their. Something sharp hit my back, and i fell in the water.
....darkness.....
Wha, wait, what happened? "What did I do?"
"You know what you did."
"What, i didn't do anything."
"The forums, we have proof."
Wait, what? Oh no....my name, WHY DID THEY GIVE OUT MY NAME................
This isn't good. "You will be tested in court."
I couldn't do anything, I was stuck. They had diamond swords, i had leather boots.
I followed them. They took everything. They took my house, they took my life, what else could they want? They've pushed me past the limit of abuse. What kind of justice system is this?
A different kind of darkness overwhelmed me. Anger, hatred, REVENGE. But I won't let it take hold of me...not yet.
In that quarantine, it was close...so close...so tempting....I almost lost my mind in there. I blacked out several times too. But what could I do?
I'm innocent. My "contributions" that they allegedly accused me of were off and wrong. Stealing? Hell no. I only saw, and came and went. I only went to the city once, and that was out of sheer curiosity. The stupid blockhead soldiers who follow orders like sheep can't tell the damn difference. They are blind. Like the rest of the justice system.
I won't stand for this, though. This, is MY life. I won't let them ruin it...
I'm in a cave right now, writing this to anyone willing to listen to my plea. I've lost everything..... I haven't done anything wrong. All I did was observe and tell.

This, is my testimony. This, is my argument to the unfair, biased, and prejudiced system of justice run by Cornerstone.

((Just a writing practice for me, but quite true nonetheless.))]]> <![CDATA[my char : blacksmith]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=770 Sat, 07 May 2011 23:04:34 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=770 Age: 28
Race: Human
Profession: Crafting,Smelting,Fishing. some farming experiance
Bio: Rigu grew up on the edge of population, so he and his parents had to live for himself.
As a small child he was often send to fish and fetch dinner for this evening, so he often gathered some mushrooms and some wild wheat. On a later child age he was becomming the help from his father who was a blacksmith, so he was learned to smelt and craft different tools and armour. At the age of 25 he started to travel around the world, 3 years later he arrived in the world of Kiwike]]> Age: 28
Race: Human
Profession: Crafting,Smelting,Fishing. some farming experiance
Bio: Rigu grew up on the edge of population, so he and his parents had to live for himself.
As a small child he was often send to fish and fetch dinner for this evening, so he often gathered some mushrooms and some wild wheat. On a later child age he was becomming the help from his father who was a blacksmith, so he was learned to smelt and craft different tools and armour. At the age of 25 he started to travel around the world, 3 years later he arrived in the world of Kiwike]]> <![CDATA[advertisement : looking for town]]> http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=769 Sat, 07 May 2011 23:02:39 +0000 http://kiwike.yottabyte.nu/forum/showthread.php?tid=769
*part of the advertisement got burned by the hard work of the black smith*

"an new person is looking for an new place to live and work.
my best skills are black smithing and fishing.
im going right now going to the north to take an adventure to see whats around there.
i will be soon back probably around 3 days later.
if am not comming back ive got probably blown up by an creeper"

ps: write on the back of this advertisement an reply]]>
*part of the advertisement got burned by the hard work of the black smith*

"an new person is looking for an new place to live and work.
my best skills are black smithing and fishing.
im going right now going to the north to take an adventure to see whats around there.
i will be soon back probably around 3 days later.
if am not comming back ive got probably blown up by an creeper"

ps: write on the back of this advertisement an reply]]>