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After the very nice talk with Alan he walks through the woods with a smile, whistling a little melody. He had stored his crossbow on his back, thinking of Doyle. Better she should learn more to well versed in the art of self-defense. His thought was to teach her something. But she wasn't in Vanima -...

Definitive Alan Dowland and I looking forward to see more from him.

Thumbs up for this RP and shame on me that I had to leave

He blinks twice at the strange attitude of this man, and he appears very thoughtful as he again raise his voice This Town isn't good in memories fellow---- He let this sentence unfinished but the very depressed expression in his young face gives a foreboding that he had a lot of bad memories, too.

Ravaelo stares down at the stranger, who was sitting in the middle of the bridge, with his usual warm smile. He clears his throat -- Well I know how nice it is to dream away and maybe doze off at a river, but my friend, these are the wrong place. If a Orc is coming they will simple kick you in the w...

Ravaelos face appears suddenly very grievous, his eyes darkened, after her question. Don't ask Doyle, she has break and lacerate my heart as she married this old drunkard Edward Cromwell. Doyle's red hair was shimmering like fire in the evening sun and Ravaelos eyes traveling dreamy over her head, t...

"DOYLE" , very sweet Char, good concept and I'm looking forward to play with you again.

The time went so fast, I really enjoyed the time IG with you <33

Ravaelo stops to chuckle and stares at the familar Person. His eyes showing somesort of incredulity as he whispers with his warm voice Doyle ??? Is this true ? You are here ? He rubs over his eyes as he would think he is still asleep and dreaming, but the small person before him with the flaming red...

As the cascade of cherries hit him he opens his eyes and blinks suprised around. As he noticed a cap near him he jumps up and observes with slightly narrowed eyes the area. A last cherrie hits his head, so he looked up and sees a figure crouch in a branch near the bark from the tree. Hey you - you l...

His warm deep voice is to hear under the cherry trees along the river outside of TrollsBane. The songs you can hear are sad and melancholic, telling from lost of love and faith. Ravaelo let pass, whilst singing and pick up cherrys and apples, the last few days in his mind. As he had met Ashayen in ...

Ravaelo stands there like a lightning had stroke him and make him unable to move or speak. Then he tries to utter some words Greetings ... I mean hello He shook his head as Ashayen and Achae turning from him to leave. I hope I met you later then he managed to say, finally with a weak voice, watching...

Ravaelo bows slightly with a small smile on his lips as she finally introduced herself as a Druid. A pleasure to met you Lady Eanstray. I'm Ravaelo and I would say its a good start for me that I met a Druid first, before I enter this town finally He reaches out her bag and steps nearer, let his gaze...

Woops.. sweet Lady So he speaks with a soft chuckle as the unknown lady with a letter heavily bumped into him. He noticed that she lost her letter and immediatelly chasing after this parchment. With raised brows he takes her bag in his hands, unsure what he should do. I should wait and look if she ...

Ravaelo stares at the walls and he couldn't wipe out the bitter feelings. A soft murmur escapes his lips, which are pressed in a unusual thin line. So, now I'm back again in this town. And I'm not sure how to react if I see her or *the old man* She is lost for me and I can't still forget her. A fain...

thanks for the compliment, but i give it back to you <3

Far too short

Eliza snarl at him as he arrives the shop. Ravaelo, you scallywag, don't think I'm your Postillon d'amour. Say to your sweetheart I'm a saleslady Ravaelo blinks in surprise to Eliza, then he chuckles. Well Liza Honey, to my knowledge I can't remember a lady who would dare.... he breaks and gasps. Gi...

The next afternoon Ravaelo sits on the river under the huge cherry tree with some writing stuff, his darkbrown eyes glancing over the Water surface. He begins to write with a faint smile. Dear Tati sweetheart, it is so good to hear from you my friend and I always remember at our nights under the sta...

He strolls along the streets looking actually for nothing. His dreamy gaze rest every now and then at the fresh green trees and grass with a smile. A little red haired boy disturbed his silent walk, he runs exactly hastily in his arms. "Ho ho .... you should open your eyes little boy if you run...

what a pleasant night.

Fantastic RP from Ayla, Jorokar and very short sentences Scott.
( goes to ruffle another lady's hair now )

Why, by all gods, you can't accept that she loves the *old man* ? Ravaelo mutters and shooks slow his head, leaning on the cold, icy pinnacle from the Northgate. It was true, he was currently not often in town, still the fear to see her with him oder Guir makes him sadly and depressed. But his swea...

I don't know Sir Marescot, never I have seen him in the town - so why should I nominate such a Person ?

I nominate Edward Cromwell

/signed
Ravaelo

I'm a citizen of this town

Ravaelo

can it be the server is against Ash and me ??

Ashayen, incredible awesome as always. What a deep, intense and sad RP with the hint to a better future <3 The time passes fast as minutes

Ravealo reads over the notes with widened eyes. He shakes his head and scribbles a note underneath Shall I regret to become a citizen of this town ? Cromwell maybe is a fool and has a mocking tongue, but since when is this a crime ? Or to be a drunkard and mercenary ? Is this town under dictatorship...

First he running, running without any care for anything or anybody. He run without an aim, blinded from several tears in his eyes. The big stump from a apple tree stop this run immediately, he falling over, hitting hard to the ground and gasps for air. With a despaired look in his eyes he pulls hims...

Ravaelo is now smash to pieces

I loved the RP with Ashayen and Guir, very emotional.

<3 Awesome

AYLA Beautiful proud being *le sigh*

Ein weiteres Lächeln stahl sich auf seine Lippen als er die Strähne ihres Haares noch einmal um seinen Finger wickelte um dann seine Hand zurückzuziehen. Ihr lest viel ? nun komme ich mir doch vor wie ein dummer Bauernjunge. Ich liebe es mehr zu träumen, irgendwo im Wald oder imGras zu liegen. Den G...

Ein kurzer Schimmer von Traurigkeit ließ seine Augen noch dunkler werden bevor er ihr eine Antwort gab Nun Freundin, wir sind gute Freunde, ja. Sein Ton war nicht sehr überzeugt von dem was er da von sich gab und so schien es als würde er mit der nächsten Frage einfach dieses Thema vermeiden wollen....

Mit einem leichten Lächeln strich er über ihr Haar und wickelte eine kleine Strähne um seinen Finger. Euer Haar leuchtet und es ist so weich wie ich dachte, wie Seide. Verzeiht, ich kann nie widerstehen wenn ich schönes Haar sehe es auch zu fühlen. Die Lady die ich eigentlich hier vermutet hatte bes...