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About Folvelor

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  • Birthday 03/21/1979

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  1. OK, don't let me forget about this! A thursday friday or saturday night is usually good for me, so it should work out. Thursday's my preference if it matters.
  2. (( Following post is an excerpt from the ongoing RP that felt worthy enough on its own as a post and I figured it would be a more interesting read than covering the events in flashback as I have been doing. It's co-written by Serian and myself. Hopefully the shifting viewpoints aren't too much of a distraction. And apologies for typos and literary faux pas, a very large portion of this was originally typed via iphone while I was at work >.>)) Richard stood topside, hanging over the railing at the ship's prow as it gently rocked in the ocean waves. He enjoyed the feel of the ocean br
  3. I'd be interested on Laskey maybe if the time/date is agreeable. He already has everything needed as the mayor.
  4. Richard Laskey wasn't sure how long he slept, be it twenty minutes or several hours, but when he awoke, it had grown darker outside and the sound of falling rain could still be heard, accompanied by distant rolls of thunder. Zekekra's small body was warm in his arms, and she lay nestled up against him, making small sleep noises, her naked skin flush with his own. He had never felt quite as content as he did just now. The little mage had become important to him over the last month or two. Working together closely, trying to translate the ancient Kaldorei journal and the inscriptions on the
  5. "It's not that simple. You know why I can't tell them about... us." Durian Mistfall sighed as the same words fell from Alstiara's lips for what might have been the hundredth time. Her lean, naked flesh was pressed against his as they cuddled together on the blanket beneath the stars, but there was a tensity to her frame that kept her nearness from being as comforting as it usually was. "Elune take your family's thoughts on the integrity of bloodlines." He sighed and pulled his arms from around her, sitting up and hugging them around his knees. He absently turned the old Zin-Azshari ring
  6. Richard Laskey yawned yet again as he slowly made his way through the darkened streets of Stormwind. The young mage he carried in his arms drifted in and out of consciousness, making bits of small conversation when her eyes weren't glazed over in wooziness from the blood loss. He blamed himself. He shoudn't have waited. If he had jumped in and dealt with the blood elf rangers earlier instead of waiting to see how the encounter played out, perhaps the petite mage in his arms would not now be sporting an ugly cut down the side of her neck. He had done what he could to heal the damage, and t
  7. *raises hand* All my characters are still on TN. Folvelor's the 'main' main, though Sylennis, Wiq and Laskey are the ones I prefer to RP on. I also have Mahj over hordeside in the Grim
  8. So was this forgotten about? None of my characters got any mails.
  9. Do you not get as much XP if you are not a subscriber? (*has been a subscriber since launch, even though not playing currently, so doesn't know*
  10. <p>Happy Birthday!</p>

  11. <p>Happy Birthday to someone older than me! <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin.png" alt=":D" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  12. Richard Laskey looked over to the far corner of the ship’s cabin where Zekekra sat at a small table in the dim candlelight, hunched over a particularly large volume, surrounded by huge stacks of books. He wasn’t sure exactly from where she had produced so many tomes; it hadn’t seemed like she could carry that many on her person. He watched her pull out her little notebook, writing and making comparisons and smiled a bit. She had such a thirst for knowledge that it bordered (and perhaps went well past) the obsessive. He had been forced to practically shove his book in front of her face to g
  13. Just as he was about to swing his blade, Folvelor raised an eyebrow as the final construct left his field of vision sideways, hurled bodily to the ground by a furry form a quarter of its size. He spared a glance downward to see Carter's dog looking up at him from the construct's form and barking happily. Folvelor raised his runeblade over his head, swinging it down with a heavy blow to separate the arcane monstrosity's head from its shoulders. The field of battle now clear, the death knight took stock of his people. Everyone was still on their feet, well most everyone; Wiq was actually bal
  14. <p>STOP STALKING AND /EYEING ME! Add me on bnet instead! <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin.png" alt=":D" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /> Just check UriCarlosFase's f-list and/or ask him. <img src="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin.png" alt=":D" srcset="<fileStore.core_Emoticons>/emoticons/biggrin@2x.png 2x" width="20" height="20" /></p>

  15. Sylennis @ 8 please Wiq is tentative @ 6