Patrick Posted May 24, 2005 Report Posted May 24, 2005 (edited) Patrick looked around and then took the painted wooden sign out from under his coat. He stuck it in the ground in front of the hastily erected tent. The sign read: "Looking for writer." He smiled and walked inside the tent waiting for applicants. OOC: Since Salinye had to pull out of Dark Times, Venefyxatu, Sweetcherrie and me, we need an extra writer. If we only get one writer he or she shall be welcomed with open arms, but if by any chance we get several, we shall ask for the applicants to write an imaginary post for the role they are taking on and then the three of us shall decide which one we like best and who we shall take. The part which needs to be written is the part of Hion Emereus and his daughter. Oh and it would be cool if the applicants have MSN as the three of us usually discuss the plot and what to write over MSN. Warning the following might be a small spoiler as the information has not yet been revealed in story. A bit about Hion Emereus and his daughter (unnamed as of yet): Hion Emereus is in his late forties or early fifties. He is a retired mage, but in his earlier days had participated in several adventures. But around the age of thirty he got fed up by the greed and "evilness" of adventurers and retired from adventuring donating most of his money to the poor, he settled down. His daughter is in her early twenties. Their relationship is quite close. Here is a link to the story thread: link Edited May 24, 2005 by Patrick Durham
Wyvern Posted May 25, 2005 Report Posted May 25, 2005 Wyvern steps into the Cabaret Room and examines Patrick's wooden sign with a magnifying glass, a spectacle, and a measuring stick. After careful examination, the lizard clears his throat and hisses: "Hmmm... a nice add, and one that might fit better in the Mighty Pen's News columns, I believe. You may want to PM this advertisement to our resident news specialists Yui and Merelas, and they'll put it up and make sure the public takes notice. Here in the Cabaret Room, it's bound to get lost and forgotten in the clutter." Having said this, the lizard bows, packs away his equipment, and saunters out in awkward splinter-induced movements.
Appy Posted June 15, 2005 Report Posted June 15, 2005 Position filled, by lil' ol' me. Yay! \o/ Just thought I should mention that here, in case there are people out there who're considering if they should apply *dives behind her desk again and continues writing on her first addition*
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