Introduction
For centuries the mountain kingdom of Dahan and the great plains of Greyland have been teetering on the edge of war. Skirmishes on the boarders have flared into full-scale battles, and peace is coming to a rapid end.
In a last-ditch attempt to save their countries from certain destruction, the code word is express, the Emperor of the Dahan mountain people and the King of the Greylands have formed a contract between their two families. The Princess of Dahan is to come down from the mountains. She is to move into the grassland palace of the Greylands…
And she is to wed the heir.
This is a plan that neither of them likes. In the least.
But they have no choice. For the better of their kingdoms, they must learn to love one another, or their nations will be hurled into the worst war of their lives.
The Mountain People of Dahan –
A nomadic people, they range across the mountain, surviving off what they can find. They are accustomed to the cold and the snow, and have little tolerance for heat. Generally, they are quite small in build, and the code words are tough love. They are a people obsessed with music, entertainment, and happiness. Not a day goes by without a clan-wide song or a dance or a feast. They follow an Emperor and an Empress, working together to rule the nation. They are not very good fighters, in a straight duel, but they are masters of the hunt and the ambush. They wear loose but heavy clothing, usually robes of some sort, and almost always cover their heads. Their hair is never cut.
The Plains people of the Greylands –
Seen as more civilized than the Dahanian nomads, they live in large towns or cities, surviving off of farming and imports from other nations rather than off what the land will provide. They are a hard-working people, but also war-like. Their main form of entertainment rests in jousting tournaments, and they have a great deal of fun watching people fight to the death. Taverns are common, as are the tavern-style brawls which break out almost every day in almost every tow. The code word is rent. The people of the Greylands are led by a single King, whose judgment is law and can be countered by no one. He has been desperate to get into a war with Dahan for years, and few understand why he suddenly agreed to a peace treaty. They wear tunics and hose, or gowns for women. They always wear shoes and they eat off of plates with forks and knives. But the Dahanians see them as just as uncivilized as the Greylanders see the Dahanians.
CHARACTERS WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED ON BASIS OF RESERVATION, OR FIRST-COME-FIRST-SERVED. IF I LIKE IT, I WILL ACCEPT IT.
Characters
taken ~The Prince of the Greylands~ taken
Outwardly cold, formal, and polite, he is actually a gentle man, who believes in the true value of love. Outraged at being forced to marry someone he has never met, he hides himself in his shell and refuses to come out, which causes his mother considerable distress.
taken ~The Princess of Dahan~ taken
By nature a sweet, gentle girl, she is insulted by the theft of what she considered to be her natural rights. She does as she is told, because she has no choice, and she acts polite in public. In private, she makes no secret to the Prince that she is bitter to have lost her right to love. What she will reveal to no one is the fact that she is endlessly fascinated by the cold, angry Prince, and that she is determined to find out what is underneath his shell.
taken ~The Princess’s Servant~ taken
He has served the Princess all of her life, and before her he served her mother. He has known no life but a life of servitude, and he sees no problem in that. He holds no desire for what others might call freedom; he is happy simply to protect and obey. He makes no effort to hide his deep love for the Princess, though she will not accept his love.
taken ~The Prince’s Servant~ taken
Boyhood friend to the unfortunate prince, neither of them have ever really seen him as a servant. They played together as children, made trouble and trained together as adolescents, and now as adults, they suffer together through the Prince’s unfortunate circumstance. He has never told the Prince about his true feelings; he is deeply in love with his friend and master.
taken ~The Prince of the Greylands~ taken
Outwardly cold, formal, and polite, he is actually a gentle man, who believes in the true value of love. Outraged at being forced to marry someone he has never met, he hides himself in his shell and refuses to come out, which causes his mother considerable distress.
taken ~The Princess of Dahan~ taken
By nature a sweet, gentle girl, she is insulted by the theft of what she considered to be her natural rights. She does as she is told, because she has no choice, and she acts polite in public. In private, she makes no secret to the Prince that she is bitter to have lost her right to love. What she will reveal to no one is the fact that she is endlessly fascinated by the cold, angry Prince, and that she is determined to find out what is underneath his shell.
taken ~The Princess’s Servant~ taken
He has served the Princess all of her life, and before her he served her mother. He has known no life but a life of servitude, and he sees no problem in that. He holds no desire for what others might call freedom; he is happy simply to protect and obey. He makes no effort to hide his deep love for the Princess, though she will not accept his love.
taken ~The Prince’s Servant~ taken
Boyhood friend to the unfortunate prince, neither of them have ever really seen him as a servant. They played together as children, made trouble and trained together as adolescents, and now as adults, they suffer together through the Prince’s unfortunate circumstance. He has never told the Prince about his true feelings; he is deeply in love with his friend and master.
Character Skeleton –
Name:
Nickname:
Role:
Age: (All are between 19 and 22)
Appearance: (use anime picture, describe anything not included in the picture)
Personality: (please be thorough, at least 2 paragraphs)
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Fears:
Desires:
Crush:
History:
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 2 authors
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian took a deep, unsteady breath and put his arms around her, as well. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. She offered an unusual comfort to him, a sort of security, and he clung to it like a frightened child to his blanket. It made him feel more than a little pathetic.
"I was stronger before I met you," he whispered. It was not intended as a hurtful remark - simply a statement of fact. He would never have succumbed to this before they had met. Then again, perhaps that had not been strength which kept him standing. Perhaps that had been nothing but a shield, a box for his emotions. To some, some like Isabella, that might be a weakness. In a warrior it was ideal. No one wanted a knight who cried over the dead.
__________________________________________
Imail nodded slowly, thoughtfully. The flickering flames cast his face into deep contrast, orange light and shadow warring across his features, making him seem even less human than he already did.
"Do you know the king well, Jacob?" he whispered.
"I was stronger before I met you," he whispered. It was not intended as a hurtful remark - simply a statement of fact. He would never have succumbed to this before they had met. Then again, perhaps that had not been strength which kept him standing. Perhaps that had been nothing but a shield, a box for his emotions. To some, some like Isabella, that might be a weakness. In a warrior it was ideal. No one wanted a knight who cried over the dead.
__________________________________________
Imail nodded slowly, thoughtfully. The flickering flames cast his face into deep contrast, orange light and shadow warring across his features, making him seem even less human than he already did.
"Do you know the king well, Jacob?" he whispered.
Setting
0.00 INK
Isabella pulled Sorosillian closer to her body and kissed him sweetly on his cheek, "You are the strongest person I know." She said softly, no more than a whisper. It was true. He had been through so much in his life and, to have made it this far, it was a miracle.
She leaned back onto the blankets and pulled them around their bodies, pressed up tightly against Sorosillian. Instantly their combined body heat warmed the blankets and she began to feel drowsy, warm and feeling safe in Sorosillian's arms, "Goodnight, my love." She said sleepily, eyelids heavy as she snuggled closer to him and soon fell asleep.
--------------
Jacob frowned and took a moment to think before responding, "Well enough to know his habits and where he will be, but not more than that. He isn't the sharing type, if you hadn't noticed." He replied, throwing one of the remaining blankets over his legs as his eyes drifted to the carriage where Sorosillian and Isabella lay bundled in blankets and love. He felt his stomach turn and heart clench painfully before he turned back to Imail, "Why?"
She leaned back onto the blankets and pulled them around their bodies, pressed up tightly against Sorosillian. Instantly their combined body heat warmed the blankets and she began to feel drowsy, warm and feeling safe in Sorosillian's arms, "Goodnight, my love." She said sleepily, eyelids heavy as she snuggled closer to him and soon fell asleep.
--------------
Jacob frowned and took a moment to think before responding, "Well enough to know his habits and where he will be, but not more than that. He isn't the sharing type, if you hadn't noticed." He replied, throwing one of the remaining blankets over his legs as his eyes drifted to the carriage where Sorosillian and Isabella lay bundled in blankets and love. He felt his stomach turn and heart clench painfully before he turned back to Imail, "Why?"
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian whispered a goodnight to Isabella, but he was doomed to lie awake for several hours after her. Tense, frightened, Sorosillian would watch evening pass into deep night before he could relax enough to close his eyes.
(OOC: If you want her to wake up and soothe him again later, we can post a few more times for Imail and Jacob and then pick them up again. Otherwise we can pick them back up in the morning.)
______________________________________
Imail nodded slowly.
"I am only just realizing," he whispered, "I did not know my father at all." He gave his head a short shake and raised his eyes back to Jacob. "I will need to know his favorite haunts. Where to find him when we arrive. I can not risk a long journey through the palace."
He left unsaid the reasons. He had a feeling Jacob could guess. He had not personally encountered the King on his earlier visit, when Isabella had first arrived. Were he to stand face-to-face with either King or Queen for any length of time, or be spotted by any of the elder servants who had known him, he would be recognized. He could not afford that.
(OOC: If you want her to wake up and soothe him again later, we can post a few more times for Imail and Jacob and then pick them up again. Otherwise we can pick them back up in the morning.)
______________________________________
Imail nodded slowly.
"I am only just realizing," he whispered, "I did not know my father at all." He gave his head a short shake and raised his eyes back to Jacob. "I will need to know his favorite haunts. Where to find him when we arrive. I can not risk a long journey through the palace."
He left unsaid the reasons. He had a feeling Jacob could guess. He had not personally encountered the King on his earlier visit, when Isabella had first arrived. Were he to stand face-to-face with either King or Queen for any length of time, or be spotted by any of the elder servants who had known him, he would be recognized. He could not afford that.
Setting
0.00 INK
Jacob nodded, "When we get close to the castle I should be able to tell you where he is, based on what time of day we get there." He explained, brushing his sandy blond hair from his eyes. It had grown quite long during their stay in the forest and was now in a full shag, highlighting his keen golden eyes.
-----
Isabella slept lightly, waking up every once in a while to snuggle closer to Sorosillian. She would run her fingers along the nape of his neck in soft soothing circles, place a kiss along his jaw bone, and whisper his name lovingly. She wished there was more she could do to help the man she loved, but she felt helpless in it. Especially being so tired and weak from living in the forest and hardly eating, her dresses did a somewhat decent job of hiding it, that it was hard for her to stay awake and sooth him.
-----
Isabella slept lightly, waking up every once in a while to snuggle closer to Sorosillian. She would run her fingers along the nape of his neck in soft soothing circles, place a kiss along his jaw bone, and whisper his name lovingly. She wished there was more she could do to help the man she loved, but she felt helpless in it. Especially being so tired and weak from living in the forest and hardly eating, her dresses did a somewhat decent job of hiding it, that it was hard for her to stay awake and sooth him.
Setting
0.00 INK
Imail nodded to himself. In and out, quick and simple. He could not afford to linger over his father's bleeding body when he was through with it.
"We'd better get some sleep," he whispered, pushing himself onto his feet. "Tomorrow will be chaos."
Turning, he walked out of the circle of the firelight. Briefly, he paused to watch his brother with Isabella. He could feel that Sorosillian did not sleep - likely would not sleep tonight. There was nothing he could do to help. Sorosillian was worlds away from Imail, Imail worlds away from Iliam. Shaking his head, he went to the very edge of the clearing, unhooked his cloak, and spread it across the grass. Laying himself out upon it, he was asleep in moments, the dreamless sleep of the dead at heart.
____________________________________________________
(The next morning.)
Sorosillian had given up on sleep, at some point that night. He lay curled gently around Isabella, staring straight ahead through eyes that ached, at the side of the cart. Birdsong filled the air around him, accompanying the sunshine. It irked Sorosillian. They were too cheerful, those birds. Too cheerful for what today would bring.
On the other side of the clearing, he heard Imail stir. Listened as his elder brother came to his feet and shook the moss and spiders from his cloak. This was it. This was the end. In under an hour Imail and Jacob would ride for the palace. Before noon, if all went well, Sorosillian's father would be dead.
"We'd better get some sleep," he whispered, pushing himself onto his feet. "Tomorrow will be chaos."
Turning, he walked out of the circle of the firelight. Briefly, he paused to watch his brother with Isabella. He could feel that Sorosillian did not sleep - likely would not sleep tonight. There was nothing he could do to help. Sorosillian was worlds away from Imail, Imail worlds away from Iliam. Shaking his head, he went to the very edge of the clearing, unhooked his cloak, and spread it across the grass. Laying himself out upon it, he was asleep in moments, the dreamless sleep of the dead at heart.
____________________________________________________
(The next morning.)
Sorosillian had given up on sleep, at some point that night. He lay curled gently around Isabella, staring straight ahead through eyes that ached, at the side of the cart. Birdsong filled the air around him, accompanying the sunshine. It irked Sorosillian. They were too cheerful, those birds. Too cheerful for what today would bring.
On the other side of the clearing, he heard Imail stir. Listened as his elder brother came to his feet and shook the moss and spiders from his cloak. This was it. This was the end. In under an hour Imail and Jacob would ride for the palace. Before noon, if all went well, Sorosillian's father would be dead.
Setting
0.00 INK
Isabella awoke, brushing her long golden hair from her face as she opened her wide violet eyes. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim morning light, and smile sleepily at Sorosillian who lay next to her. He was awake, staring up at the sky.
"Morning." She mumbled, placing a soft loving kiss on his exposed neck. She nuzzled her nose there for a moment, a cute loving gesture, and pulled herself closer to him, "I'll start on breakfast." She said and stretched, trying to wake herself up so that she could be of some use while Imail and Jacob got ready to leave.
"Morning." She mumbled, placing a soft loving kiss on his exposed neck. She nuzzled her nose there for a moment, a cute loving gesture, and pulled herself closer to him, "I'll start on breakfast." She said and stretched, trying to wake herself up so that she could be of some use while Imail and Jacob got ready to leave.
Setting
0.00 INK
"Right," Sorosillian rasped, then quickly cleared his throat. it had roughened with his worry, betrayed him - he had not wanted Isabella to know how he was feeling. His own anxiety made him flush with shame. It was silly, considering the way that his father had treated him... but he did not want the man to die. He had killed too many people in his short lifetime to want anyone else to die. Ever. And worse, it was his older brother going to do the killing - what if Iliam was hurt? Was killed, even? Sorosillian did not think he could bear to lose his brother again. He pushed himself upright, trying to cover up the crack in his mask. "Shall I help?"
A short distance away, Imail had swung his cloak over his shoulders and stoked the fire back to liveliness. In a brushing of his soft boots, he strode across the clearing and nudged Jake awake with one toe.
"Up," he commanded, and for once he sounded more like the late Prince Iliam than the servant Imail. "We leave immediately after breakfast. No delays."
A short distance away, Imail had swung his cloak over his shoulders and stoked the fire back to liveliness. In a brushing of his soft boots, he strode across the clearing and nudged Jake awake with one toe.
"Up," he commanded, and for once he sounded more like the late Prince Iliam than the servant Imail. "We leave immediately after breakfast. No delays."
Setting
0.00 INK
Isabella took Sorosillian's hand in her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She did not like the plan any more than he did but she knew that causing another scene would not help and so she kept her opinions to herself, "Sure, I would like that." She said in response and slipped gingerly off the cart and to the grassy earth, waiting for him before she made her way over to the fire to make breakfast.
Jacob was barely asleep when Imail nudged him and so he immediately looked up, "Yes, alright." He replied sitting up and stretching out his limbs methodically. He could not believe what he and Imail intended to do today... if all went according to plan then the king would be dead.
Conner sat down next to his love and brushed his hair from his eyes, "Wake up, sleepy head." He muttered, yawning from lack of sleep. He had taken the full night shift to ensure that Jacob and Imail had enough sleep. He knew Sorosillian would have taken over for him but felt that both he and Isabella needed each others company.
Jacob was barely asleep when Imail nudged him and so he immediately looked up, "Yes, alright." He replied sitting up and stretching out his limbs methodically. He could not believe what he and Imail intended to do today... if all went according to plan then the king would be dead.
Conner sat down next to his love and brushed his hair from his eyes, "Wake up, sleepy head." He muttered, yawning from lack of sleep. He had taken the full night shift to ensure that Jacob and Imail had enough sleep. He knew Sorosillian would have taken over for him but felt that both he and Isabella needed each others company.
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian leapt from the cart and followed Isabella in silence. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, following Isabella only by the faint view of the end of her skirt. He could not bear to look at Imail. Not today. Not until after it was all done, and he was certain that Imail was safe... if not entirely sound. On silent feet the young prince made his way to their packs - significantly lighter than they had been when the group arrived - and dug out what meager rations were left. Some old, stale bread, a few strips of dried meat from the last rabbit Imail had been able to catch, and several bundles of berries. Lots and lots of berries. That, at least, was a blessing...
Sighing softly to himself, he bore his bundles back to the fire. Good food, sweet ignorance... somehow he missed the wonders of his life before he had met Isabella. The only problem with that life had been the absence of Isabella.
__
"If you want food, eat," Imail muttered to Jacob. It was all too clear that the late prince intended to take nothing for himself. He loosened his sword in its sheath and started for the trees - and early morning walk to slip back into the mind-frame of that madman Blaspheme, who would have no problem with slaughtering his own father. It was going to take that hereditary insanity to commit this act of violence.
__
Louis' eyes flickered slightly at Conner's touch. At first he had no idea where he was... then he realized. His vision cleared and he looked up at his beautiful knight. The man had clearly spent the entire night awake... smiling slightly to himself, he reached up and threw his arms around Conner's neck. With remarkable force for a man so peaceful and almost feminine as Lois, he dragged Conner down to his side.
"Good night," he mumbled, snuggling his face into Conner's chest, refusing to let Conner move. The warrior needed sleep, and this was Louis' most devious method of getting him to take that well-deserved rest.
Sighing softly to himself, he bore his bundles back to the fire. Good food, sweet ignorance... somehow he missed the wonders of his life before he had met Isabella. The only problem with that life had been the absence of Isabella.
__
"If you want food, eat," Imail muttered to Jacob. It was all too clear that the late prince intended to take nothing for himself. He loosened his sword in its sheath and started for the trees - and early morning walk to slip back into the mind-frame of that madman Blaspheme, who would have no problem with slaughtering his own father. It was going to take that hereditary insanity to commit this act of violence.
__
Louis' eyes flickered slightly at Conner's touch. At first he had no idea where he was... then he realized. His vision cleared and he looked up at his beautiful knight. The man had clearly spent the entire night awake... smiling slightly to himself, he reached up and threw his arms around Conner's neck. With remarkable force for a man so peaceful and almost feminine as Lois, he dragged Conner down to his side.
"Good night," he mumbled, snuggling his face into Conner's chest, refusing to let Conner move. The warrior needed sleep, and this was Louis' most devious method of getting him to take that well-deserved rest.
Setting
0.00 INK
Isabella pulled a long violet ribbon from the pocket of her long skirt and quickly pulled her waist length hair into a long messy braid that hung over her shoulder, tying the ribbon in a bow at the end. Once her hair was out of the way she launched into readying the food and dishing it up for each of the men, thankful that they had enough water in the basin so that she did not have to leave to get more.
She turned, going to offer the first serving to Imail, but he had slipped off into the forest. She narrowed her bright eyes at his retreating figure, knowing that he wanted to be alone but also knowing that this could be the last chance she ever had to speak with him, "Sorosillian, would you mind finishing up? There's something I need to do." She said softly, giving him a careful smile before turning and walking swiftly after Imail.
---
Jacob got up, saying nothing to Iliam, and made his way over to Sorosillian. He gave his friend a half smile that didnt quite reach his golden eyes, "Morning." He managed, grabbing one of the bowls that Isabella had prepared, and took a seat, "We'll make it back." He said, hoping it was true.
---
Conner laughed and fell into Louis' arms with a sleepy smile, his body desperatly wanting to give into sleep, "No, time to get up. I'll rest once they are on their way and we have reached the caves that Isabella spoke of." Conner said, gently removing himself from Louis' grasp and getting back to his feet before offering the man a hand to stand up.
She turned, going to offer the first serving to Imail, but he had slipped off into the forest. She narrowed her bright eyes at his retreating figure, knowing that he wanted to be alone but also knowing that this could be the last chance she ever had to speak with him, "Sorosillian, would you mind finishing up? There's something I need to do." She said softly, giving him a careful smile before turning and walking swiftly after Imail.
---
Jacob got up, saying nothing to Iliam, and made his way over to Sorosillian. He gave his friend a half smile that didnt quite reach his golden eyes, "Morning." He managed, grabbing one of the bowls that Isabella had prepared, and took a seat, "We'll make it back." He said, hoping it was true.
---
Conner laughed and fell into Louis' arms with a sleepy smile, his body desperatly wanting to give into sleep, "No, time to get up. I'll rest once they are on their way and we have reached the caves that Isabella spoke of." Conner said, gently removing himself from Louis' grasp and getting back to his feet before offering the man a hand to stand up.
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian nodded his agreement, trying to return the smile and barely succeeding. He wanted so badly to pursue Imail... to speak with Iliam at least once, really talk to him, before everything went to hell. He wasn't going to get that chance. He did not have the guts to do it, could think of nothing to say. Iliam had always teased him for that weakness - he could always think of something to say, except when it was truly important. He was a wonderful diplomat.
Not so good at connecting with his family.
He was grateful for the interruption as Jacob approached.
"You'd better," Sorosillian whispered in a nearly dead voice, then, "Don't know what I'd do without you."
______________________________________
Imail paced out amongst the deep shadows of the oak trees, absorbed in thoughts he could not make sense of. Scattered dreams and imaginings - distractions from everything he was about to do, everything he might be leaving behind.
______________________________________
Louis groaned quietly and took Conner's hand, letting the warrior pull him to his feet. He did not want to leave this place of peace. Things had started to look so... right here. So perfect...
He moved in to stand against Conner, resting his head sleepily on his lover's chest, still not fully awake.
"I'm glad you're not going today," he whispered. "I don't have to worry... about whether you'll come back."
Not so good at connecting with his family.
He was grateful for the interruption as Jacob approached.
"You'd better," Sorosillian whispered in a nearly dead voice, then, "Don't know what I'd do without you."
______________________________________
Imail paced out amongst the deep shadows of the oak trees, absorbed in thoughts he could not make sense of. Scattered dreams and imaginings - distractions from everything he was about to do, everything he might be leaving behind.
______________________________________
Louis groaned quietly and took Conner's hand, letting the warrior pull him to his feet. He did not want to leave this place of peace. Things had started to look so... right here. So perfect...
He moved in to stand against Conner, resting his head sleepily on his lover's chest, still not fully awake.
"I'm glad you're not going today," he whispered. "I don't have to worry... about whether you'll come back."
Setting
0.00 INK
Jacob returned the smile, eating his little piece of meat and bread before taking a long sip of water, "You won't ever have to worry about that." He commented confidently, though did not really feel too certain. They could easily be killed before even reaching the castle, let alone after going through with the deed...
----
Isabella finally caugh up to Imail, who looked to be in his own world. In the dark shadows of the trees, absorbed in thought, he looked truly handsome; mysterious and dangers... but handsome too.
"Imail?" Isabella said softly, stopping a few paces away from him.
---
Conner placed a loving kiss on Louis' head and smiled into his soft hair, "I would always come back to you. But you do not need to concern yourself with that today, my love. Today we are simply moving camp and there is no danger there."
----
Isabella finally caugh up to Imail, who looked to be in his own world. In the dark shadows of the trees, absorbed in thought, he looked truly handsome; mysterious and dangers... but handsome too.
"Imail?" Isabella said softly, stopping a few paces away from him.
---
Conner placed a loving kiss on Louis' head and smiled into his soft hair, "I would always come back to you. But you do not need to concern yourself with that today, my love. Today we are simply moving camp and there is no danger there."
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian nodded silently to himself, leaning his arms on his knees and then resting his chin upon them. He wanted to believe Jacob, but...
"I haven't said a word to him, since I found out," Sorosillian whispered, staring into the forest after Iliam. "What if... I never get to talk to him?" his voice broke slightly at the thought and he closed his eyes. He did not want to think about it... but he already had. What if Iliam died today? What would he do, then, knowing he had missed his chance?
___________________________________
Imail did not jump, though her voice did surprise him. He looked around and met her eyes. His own were deepest silver, nearly identical to Sorosillian's, but older. Wiser. He had always wondered how people who had met Sorosillian did not make the connection. Fair features, dark hair, gray eyes, a rather unstable nature...
"Isabella?" he answered her evenly, revealing nothing of the roiling bloodlust within. There would be time enough for his madness to take over.
___________________________________
Louis nodded in agreement.
"Can we just... not move?" he mumbled then, laughing as he smothered himself in Conner's scent. "Too comfortable..."
"I haven't said a word to him, since I found out," Sorosillian whispered, staring into the forest after Iliam. "What if... I never get to talk to him?" his voice broke slightly at the thought and he closed his eyes. He did not want to think about it... but he already had. What if Iliam died today? What would he do, then, knowing he had missed his chance?
___________________________________
Imail did not jump, though her voice did surprise him. He looked around and met her eyes. His own were deepest silver, nearly identical to Sorosillian's, but older. Wiser. He had always wondered how people who had met Sorosillian did not make the connection. Fair features, dark hair, gray eyes, a rather unstable nature...
"Isabella?" he answered her evenly, revealing nothing of the roiling bloodlust within. There would be time enough for his madness to take over.
___________________________________
Louis nodded in agreement.
"Can we just... not move?" he mumbled then, laughing as he smothered himself in Conner's scent. "Too comfortable..."
Setting
0.00 INK
"Talk to him, then." Jacob said firmly, knowing full well that even though Iliam was a strong warrior the chances of getting out of this alive were slim. Jacob would fair better, he was sneakier and would not be the murderer here, but not by much.
"Take the chance you have now, Sorosillian."
------------
Isabella moved over towards him, confidently as one does with a close friend or lover, and slipped her arms around his muscular waist, "Be safe, Imail." She whispered into his chest, eyes glassy with worry and love. After taking a shaky breath she looked up at him through thick lashes, tears clinging to their ends, "Will you do me one favor before you leave?" She asked and, without waiting for a response, she said, "Please say goodbye to Sorosillian. He is deeply worried about you, even though has not said anything."
------------
Conner laughed and shook his head, "I'm afraid we do need to move, Louis. Come on now." He said and took the other man's hand in his own, leading them over to the fire. Upon noticing the conversation Sorosillian and Jacob were having he quickly and silently grabbed two bowls for himself and Louis and lead the pair of them over to a spot on their own. "Here, eat up. I imagine we will be moving on rather quickly once Imail... Iliam and Jacob leave."
"Take the chance you have now, Sorosillian."
------------
Isabella moved over towards him, confidently as one does with a close friend or lover, and slipped her arms around his muscular waist, "Be safe, Imail." She whispered into his chest, eyes glassy with worry and love. After taking a shaky breath she looked up at him through thick lashes, tears clinging to their ends, "Will you do me one favor before you leave?" She asked and, without waiting for a response, she said, "Please say goodbye to Sorosillian. He is deeply worried about you, even though has not said anything."
------------
Conner laughed and shook his head, "I'm afraid we do need to move, Louis. Come on now." He said and took the other man's hand in his own, leading them over to the fire. Upon noticing the conversation Sorosillian and Jacob were having he quickly and silently grabbed two bowls for himself and Louis and lead the pair of them over to a spot on their own. "Here, eat up. I imagine we will be moving on rather quickly once Imail... Iliam and Jacob leave."
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian stared at the ground, dazed. Iliam... Iliam, Iliam, Iliam... what were they supposed to talk about? When both their lives had been ruled by nothing but war since Iliam's disappearance? When Iliam had shoved his blade straight through Sorosillian's torso, nearly killed him...?
Nearly.
Something clicked in the back of Sorosillian's mind.
"He did it on purpose..." he marveled, absentmindedly raising one hand to touch that deep, puckered scar through the fabric of his white shirt. Sorosillian had seen Iliam - Blaspheme - fight. He knew that Blaspheme never missed his mark, so why had he? Why was Sorosillian breathing, his heart beating? The answer was suddenly clear - Blaspheme had not missed his mark at all. Iliam had aimed off-center on purpose. Kept Sorosillian alive even as he maintained his lies, his secret identity. It seemed so simple... make it look like he had missed, while offering no lethal wound.
____________________________________________________
Imail stared down at Isabella, his expression unreadable. In silence he raised his hand to brush a silver tear off of her eye. It felt cool against the rough callouses of his thumb. Every sensation - the feel of her arms around him, her breath, her tear - seemed too sharp to Imail. His senses had begun to heighten, to the level of a maddened killer. Not there yet. Just close.
"I know he is," he whispered. "But I do not want to force him. Make him uncomfortable."
____________________________________________________
Louis took his bowl and ate, though he did not taste the food. Did not want it. Moving felt like the act of admitting that something was going to change - like if they chose to stay in that clearing, everything would remain the same. A ridiculous notion, but a feeling he had nonetheless.
"I don't like caves," he sighed, offering up a pathetic complaint simply because it gave him the excuse not to voice his deeper concerns. What would any of them do if Imail and Jacob did not return alive? Worse, if Imail failed? No, he did not want to talk about that. He wanted to talk about his fear of caves... it was an easier thing to discuss.
Nearly.
Something clicked in the back of Sorosillian's mind.
"He did it on purpose..." he marveled, absentmindedly raising one hand to touch that deep, puckered scar through the fabric of his white shirt. Sorosillian had seen Iliam - Blaspheme - fight. He knew that Blaspheme never missed his mark, so why had he? Why was Sorosillian breathing, his heart beating? The answer was suddenly clear - Blaspheme had not missed his mark at all. Iliam had aimed off-center on purpose. Kept Sorosillian alive even as he maintained his lies, his secret identity. It seemed so simple... make it look like he had missed, while offering no lethal wound.
____________________________________________________
Imail stared down at Isabella, his expression unreadable. In silence he raised his hand to brush a silver tear off of her eye. It felt cool against the rough callouses of his thumb. Every sensation - the feel of her arms around him, her breath, her tear - seemed too sharp to Imail. His senses had begun to heighten, to the level of a maddened killer. Not there yet. Just close.
"I know he is," he whispered. "But I do not want to force him. Make him uncomfortable."
____________________________________________________
Louis took his bowl and ate, though he did not taste the food. Did not want it. Moving felt like the act of admitting that something was going to change - like if they chose to stay in that clearing, everything would remain the same. A ridiculous notion, but a feeling he had nonetheless.
"I don't like caves," he sighed, offering up a pathetic complaint simply because it gave him the excuse not to voice his deeper concerns. What would any of them do if Imail and Jacob did not return alive? Worse, if Imail failed? No, he did not want to talk about that. He wanted to talk about his fear of caves... it was an easier thing to discuss.
Setting
0.00 INK
"He did it on purpose..." he marveled, absentmindedly raising one hand to touch that deep, puckered scar through the fabric of his white shirt.
"What?" Jacob said with confusion, brows knit together in questioning as he watched his friend. "Soro, maybe you should lay down. You look white." He said softly with concern.
---------------------
"I know he is," he whispered. "But I do not want to force him. Make him uncomfortable."
Isabella fixed him with as steady of a stare as she could muster and gave a weak smile, "Please Imail, this c-could be your last c-chance." She said, trying to stay strong but she felt herself slipping as the reality of the situation set in. He may not be coming back. It would crush her and could very well destroy Sorosillian... especially if the pair of them never got to say goodbye.
--------
Conner laughed and shook his head, "Don't be silly. It will be just fine and she said it was massive too so you won't feel claustrophobic." He explained and continued to eat his food. He didn't want things to get serious in their conversation either. He knew that Louis was feeling upset and Isabella was nearly distraught (though somehow holding it together). Sorosillian... well... he didn;t think the man would hold up much longer either.
"What?" Jacob said with confusion, brows knit together in questioning as he watched his friend. "Soro, maybe you should lay down. You look white." He said softly with concern.
---------------------
"I know he is," he whispered. "But I do not want to force him. Make him uncomfortable."
Isabella fixed him with as steady of a stare as she could muster and gave a weak smile, "Please Imail, this c-could be your last c-chance." She said, trying to stay strong but she felt herself slipping as the reality of the situation set in. He may not be coming back. It would crush her and could very well destroy Sorosillian... especially if the pair of them never got to say goodbye.
--------
Conner laughed and shook his head, "Don't be silly. It will be just fine and she said it was massive too so you won't feel claustrophobic." He explained and continued to eat his food. He didn't want things to get serious in their conversation either. He knew that Louis was feeling upset and Isabella was nearly distraught (though somehow holding it together). Sorosillian... well... he didn;t think the man would hold up much longer either.
Setting
0.00 INK
"I'm fine," Sorosillian answered, waving Jacob quickly off. He wasn't, really, lacking sleep, with his world trembling on the verge of blowing up in several directions, but he also knew that if he tried to relax he would only end up worrying. Better to pick up a conversation, distract himself. He leaned towards Jacob and laid one strong hand across the place in his own chest where his scar lay, beneath his shirt. "When Iliam... Blaspheme... stabbed me, we all thought he missed, right? That was why I was alive?" he let a tiny, satisfied smile creep onto his face. Not really a smile... but an expression of relief, nonetheless. "But he didn't miss. He made a non-lethal strike. So I would be sent home and wouldn't have to fight anymore."
It seemed so very simple, and very much typical of his elder brother. Look after Sorosillian first. Get Sorosillian off of the battlefield so he could not get hurt.
Iliam had never much cared about his own well-being.
________________________________________
Imail flinched slightly at that. He might not survive this mission... he would not much have cared about that, were it not for all of the friends who had collected in this clearing. If only he'd had the strength to murder his father earlier on in the war. He'd have had no friends. He would not have cared whether or not he survived the battle.
Everything was so much harder when he became attached.
Drawing in a deep breath, Imail put his arms around Isabella, pulled her close against his chest.
"You are... so remarkably strong," he told her quietly. "In ways I do not think you understand. Stronger than any of the rest of us." He shook his head slowly, staring off amongst the trees. "Sorrel and I are so different now, Isabella..."
________________________________________
Louis chewed his lip anxiously.
"You're not going anywhere," he half-commanded, half-pleaded. "You will stay right here. With me. Until we're out of those caves."
It seemed so very simple, and very much typical of his elder brother. Look after Sorosillian first. Get Sorosillian off of the battlefield so he could not get hurt.
Iliam had never much cared about his own well-being.
________________________________________
Imail flinched slightly at that. He might not survive this mission... he would not much have cared about that, were it not for all of the friends who had collected in this clearing. If only he'd had the strength to murder his father earlier on in the war. He'd have had no friends. He would not have cared whether or not he survived the battle.
Everything was so much harder when he became attached.
Drawing in a deep breath, Imail put his arms around Isabella, pulled her close against his chest.
"You are... so remarkably strong," he told her quietly. "In ways I do not think you understand. Stronger than any of the rest of us." He shook his head slowly, staring off amongst the trees. "Sorrel and I are so different now, Isabella..."
________________________________________
Louis chewed his lip anxiously.
"You're not going anywhere," he half-commanded, half-pleaded. "You will stay right here. With me. Until we're out of those caves."
Setting
0.00 INK
Jacob listened intently and was too shocked to speak for a moment, "You're right." He said finally, a soft laugh escaping his mouth, "That makes so much more sense..." He said, barely loud enough to hear, and shook his head as though he felt stupid for not figuring it out sooner, "I'm glad that was his plan. You were safe for a while after that... albeit seriously injured." He said, jabbing his friend playfully in the chest.
-----
Isabella went willingly into his arms and leaned her head against his broad chest. She could hear the steady thump of his heart, so strong and even, and felt certain that her own fluttered like a scared bird. Her cheeks flushed as he spoke to her, confused as to why he thought she was strong. She did not feel like it. In fact she felt like the most useless person around the men, as though she could do nothing of any real merit to help anyone. She was more a liability than anything else.
"Yes, I know, but that does not change who you are to each other in here." She said softly, though clearly, as she pressed the palm of her hand against his chest where his heart beat, "You are brothers. Family. Time does not change that."
------
"I'm not going anywhere, though I may need to take a nap once we get there. I'm rather tired from last night." He said with a yawn, placing his empty bowl on the rock next to him as he stretched methodically while trying to awaken his body.
-----
Isabella went willingly into his arms and leaned her head against his broad chest. She could hear the steady thump of his heart, so strong and even, and felt certain that her own fluttered like a scared bird. Her cheeks flushed as he spoke to her, confused as to why he thought she was strong. She did not feel like it. In fact she felt like the most useless person around the men, as though she could do nothing of any real merit to help anyone. She was more a liability than anything else.
"Yes, I know, but that does not change who you are to each other in here." She said softly, though clearly, as she pressed the palm of her hand against his chest where his heart beat, "You are brothers. Family. Time does not change that."
------
"I'm not going anywhere, though I may need to take a nap once we get there. I'm rather tired from last night." He said with a yawn, placing his empty bowl on the rock next to him as he stretched methodically while trying to awaken his body.
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian laughed then. Actually laughed. He gave a soft jab to Jacob's side, affectionate. What else could be expected from a pair of old friends?
"Glad that's over," he answered. "I did not enjoy being babied so much."
______________________________________________
Imail sighed softly and rested his chin on Isabella's hair. For a moment there was pensive silence - what was running through Imail's head, no one could have guessed. Perhaps what sort of conversation he would like to have with his brother, perhaps how many different ways he would like to murder his father. It mattered little. When he did speak again, it was of Sorosillian.
"There's so little time," Imail murmured. "If this is the last time I speak with him... I do not want the last thing I say to be goodbye."
______________________________________________
"We can nap together, then," Louis answered stubbornly. He was not letting Conner even a few feet out of his sight until this was all over.
"Glad that's over," he answered. "I did not enjoy being babied so much."
______________________________________________
Imail sighed softly and rested his chin on Isabella's hair. For a moment there was pensive silence - what was running through Imail's head, no one could have guessed. Perhaps what sort of conversation he would like to have with his brother, perhaps how many different ways he would like to murder his father. It mattered little. When he did speak again, it was of Sorosillian.
"There's so little time," Imail murmured. "If this is the last time I speak with him... I do not want the last thing I say to be goodbye."
______________________________________________
"We can nap together, then," Louis answered stubbornly. He was not letting Conner even a few feet out of his sight until this was all over.
Setting
0.00 INK
Jacob managed one more laugh before standing and continuing to gather things, trying to focus himself on the task at hand though he would much rather stay with Sorosillian, "Promise me you won't do anything rash while we are gone." He demanded and though it had a teasing edge Sorosillian would be able to tell he meant it seriously. He was doing this to ensure Soro's safety and if he just ran off into danger it would all be for nothing.
------------
"Then don't let it be goodbye." Isabella responded firmly, tilting her head up at him with a determined expression shining in her violet eyes, "Let it be something you have wanted to say to him. Something that would comfort not only him, but you too Imail." She said, using the name she knew him by since she had decided not to call him Iliam... at least not yet. It was too strange for her.
Knowing that they would need to leave very soon she gave him a loving and lingering hug, heart pounding at the thought of never seeing him again, and then placed a sweet kiss on both his cheeks while her right hand stayed placed on his heart and left hand on her own, an ancient Dahanian act of wishing a loved one good luck and that fate be in their favor.
"I'll see you soon, when you return." She said with a hopeful smile.
-------------
Conner chuckled at Louis words and nodded, "Yes, I suppose we could do that." He said and then sat up, helping Louis to his feet, "We best get everything cleaned up and ready to move. I imagine they are saying their goodbyes and we can help them by cleaning camp." Conner said, still sweet but needing to feel useful at a time like this.
------------
"Then don't let it be goodbye." Isabella responded firmly, tilting her head up at him with a determined expression shining in her violet eyes, "Let it be something you have wanted to say to him. Something that would comfort not only him, but you too Imail." She said, using the name she knew him by since she had decided not to call him Iliam... at least not yet. It was too strange for her.
Knowing that they would need to leave very soon she gave him a loving and lingering hug, heart pounding at the thought of never seeing him again, and then placed a sweet kiss on both his cheeks while her right hand stayed placed on his heart and left hand on her own, an ancient Dahanian act of wishing a loved one good luck and that fate be in their favor.
"I'll see you soon, when you return." She said with a hopeful smile.
-------------
Conner chuckled at Louis words and nodded, "Yes, I suppose we could do that." He said and then sat up, helping Louis to his feet, "We best get everything cleaned up and ready to move. I imagine they are saying their goodbyes and we can help them by cleaning camp." Conner said, still sweet but needing to feel useful at a time like this.
Setting
0.00 INK
Sorosillian gave Jacob a flawed smile and nodded.
"I promise," he murmured. And he was telling the truth. What was there that was reckless that he could possibly do in a cave? Besides, he would never put Isabella at risk. She needed him now, more than ever.
And he needed her even more desperately.
"You too, Jacob," he breathed, staring up at his friend. "Come back alive."
_____________________________________
Isabella's last words made Imail's heart cringe. He might not return. He likely would not return. Mad or not, their father was a good warrior. If the King heard or saw Imail before he landed the killing blow, it would be a long and hard battle, with many injuries for both, regardless of who won.
"See you," he agreed softly, reaching up and running a gentle hand through her hair. He swallowed tightly and turned back towards the campsite. "Let's... go back," he murmured, voice nearly breaking. "I need to say goodbye."
_____________________________________
Louis sighed reluctantly and let Conner help him to his feet.
"Fine," he muttered, sounding for once like the spoiled prince many clueless Greylanders thought him to be. "Let's break camp..."
"I promise," he murmured. And he was telling the truth. What was there that was reckless that he could possibly do in a cave? Besides, he would never put Isabella at risk. She needed him now, more than ever.
And he needed her even more desperately.
"You too, Jacob," he breathed, staring up at his friend. "Come back alive."
_____________________________________
Isabella's last words made Imail's heart cringe. He might not return. He likely would not return. Mad or not, their father was a good warrior. If the King heard or saw Imail before he landed the killing blow, it would be a long and hard battle, with many injuries for both, regardless of who won.
"See you," he agreed softly, reaching up and running a gentle hand through her hair. He swallowed tightly and turned back towards the campsite. "Let's... go back," he murmured, voice nearly breaking. "I need to say goodbye."
_____________________________________
Louis sighed reluctantly and let Conner help him to his feet.
"Fine," he muttered, sounding for once like the spoiled prince many clueless Greylanders thought him to be. "Let's break camp..."
Setting
0.00 INK
Conner worked quickly to break camp, packing their things back up in the carriage/wagon they had taken from the castle. Thanks to Isabella's organized nature he found it took relatively no time at all to get things packed and this made him realize that even though she seemed comfortable with their living situation she had always thought, in the back of her mind, that something bad may happen and they would have to leave without a moments notice.
"Smart girl." He murmered to himself with a small smile before packing up the rest of the stuff.
Jacob had long ago packed up what little supplies he and Imail would need for their journey and when Imail arrived back at the camp the horses were packed, saddled, and ready to go.
"Ready when you are." Jacob said, swinging himself up onto his horse.
Isabella walked closely with Imail, not saying a word, as they walked into the camp. She knew he needed to say goodbye to Sorosillian so rather than saying anything else she slipped her small delicate hand into his own rough one and gave it a reassuring squeeze as if to say 'I know you can do this.'
Her wide violet eyes flickered towards Sorosillian for a moment and she gave him an encouraging smile before turning and walking away, leaving the brothers alone to speak. She made her way over to Jacob, who looked surprised and slightly uncomfortable as she walked towards him.
"I know you never liked me much." Isabella said softly, though she was smiling up at the golden haired man, "But I hope you believe me when I say that I want you to return back to us safely, Jacob."
Jacob felt his throat tighten at her sincerity and knew she meant it. He felt suddenly guilty at having said such terrible things about her (and thinking even worse things), and only managed a small smile and nod towards her, unable to speak.
"Smart girl." He murmered to himself with a small smile before packing up the rest of the stuff.
Jacob had long ago packed up what little supplies he and Imail would need for their journey and when Imail arrived back at the camp the horses were packed, saddled, and ready to go.
"Ready when you are." Jacob said, swinging himself up onto his horse.
Isabella walked closely with Imail, not saying a word, as they walked into the camp. She knew he needed to say goodbye to Sorosillian so rather than saying anything else she slipped her small delicate hand into his own rough one and gave it a reassuring squeeze as if to say 'I know you can do this.'
Her wide violet eyes flickered towards Sorosillian for a moment and she gave him an encouraging smile before turning and walking away, leaving the brothers alone to speak. She made her way over to Jacob, who looked surprised and slightly uncomfortable as she walked towards him.
"I know you never liked me much." Isabella said softly, though she was smiling up at the golden haired man, "But I hope you believe me when I say that I want you to return back to us safely, Jacob."
Jacob felt his throat tighten at her sincerity and knew she meant it. He felt suddenly guilty at having said such terrible things about her (and thinking even worse things), and only managed a small smile and nod towards her, unable to speak.
Setting
0.00 INK
Imail drew closer to Sorosillian, both brothers approaching one another with some misgivings. Neither knew exactly what they wanted to say, or whether they wanted to say anything at all. This did not come naturally to the pair. For a long time they simply stood there, staring at each other, gray eyes into gray eyes. It was Sorosillian who eventually, quite literally, swallowed his pride and reached out to Imail. Before either brother knew what was happening, Sorrel had been pulled in against Iliam's chest.
"Come back safely, alright?" Sorosillian whispered, his voice muffled by Imail's hair. He was nearly as tall as his older brother, now.
"I'll do my best," Imail agreed in a whisper. Neither of them tried to let go, though both knew it was only a matter of time before Imail had to leave.
"Come back safely, alright?" Sorosillian whispered, his voice muffled by Imail's hair. He was nearly as tall as his older brother, now.
"I'll do my best," Imail agreed in a whisper. Neither of them tried to let go, though both knew it was only a matter of time before Imail had to leave.
Setting
0.00 INK
The rest of the group watched the scene with varying reactions. Conner looked on with a blank expression, knowing that it was very likely that the brothers would never see each other again; Isabella was smiling brightly, though there was a sadness in her wide violet eyes; and Jacob...
"We better get going." He said loudly, uncomfortable with the scene before him and the vulnerability that Imail was showing so soon before going into 'battle, "We've a long way to go." Jacob said, turning his horse around and sending Imail's towards him.
Isabella pulled herself up into the back of the wagon, her now too large dress pooling around her body. She grabbed the bow at the waist and pulled it tighter around her body, somewhat fixing the shape of the dress. She sat down just as Conner got up at the front of the wagon, helping Louis along with him. She took one last look at the camp that they had lived at for so long now... with Conner and Louis' help it looked like that had never actually been ther.e
"We better get going." He said loudly, uncomfortable with the scene before him and the vulnerability that Imail was showing so soon before going into 'battle, "We've a long way to go." Jacob said, turning his horse around and sending Imail's towards him.
Isabella pulled herself up into the back of the wagon, her now too large dress pooling around her body. She grabbed the bow at the waist and pulled it tighter around her body, somewhat fixing the shape of the dress. She sat down just as Conner got up at the front of the wagon, helping Louis along with him. She took one last look at the camp that they had lived at for so long now... with Conner and Louis' help it looked like that had never actually been ther.e
Setting
0.00 INK
Imail separated from Sorosillian, stepping back and seizing the reins on his horse as the beast passed by. Leaping, he swung up into the saddle and pulled the steed to a halt.
"See you all in a couple of days," he murmured, glancing from Sorosillian, to Isabella, to Conner and Louis. The four of them were precious to him. He was glad to leave him there. Nodding once more to his brother, he wheeled his horse around and galloped into the woods after Jacob.
Sorosillian hovered for a moment, watching the brush where his brother had disappeared. Swallowing the tears he could feel budding at the back of his eyes, he turned and walked slowly across to the cart. He pulled himself up to sit alongside Isabella in the back. Sorrel didn't look at her, his eyes fixing on a point on the wagon floor and remaining there. He had to work to keep himself from thinking about what could very well happen if any one thing went wrong on Imail's mission.
"See you all in a couple of days," he murmured, glancing from Sorosillian, to Isabella, to Conner and Louis. The four of them were precious to him. He was glad to leave him there. Nodding once more to his brother, he wheeled his horse around and galloped into the woods after Jacob.
Sorosillian hovered for a moment, watching the brush where his brother had disappeared. Swallowing the tears he could feel budding at the back of his eyes, he turned and walked slowly across to the cart. He pulled himself up to sit alongside Isabella in the back. Sorrel didn't look at her, his eyes fixing on a point on the wagon floor and remaining there. He had to work to keep himself from thinking about what could very well happen if any one thing went wrong on Imail's mission.
View All »Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts that you can organize on your own. They're useful for telling a story that might span long periods of time or space.
There are no arcs in this roleplay.
View All » Create New » Quests
There are no quests in this roleplay.
Add Group » View All » 0 Factions to align with
Here's the current leaderboard.
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Game Master Controls
Welcome home, Promethean. Here, you can manage your universe.
Arcs
Arcs are bundles of posts from any location, allowing you to easily capture sub-plots which might be spread out across multiple locations.
Add Quest » Quests
You can create Quests with various rewards, encouraging your players to engage with specific plot lines.
Add Setting » 1 Settings for your players to play in
Settings are the backdrop for the characters in your universe, giving meaning and context to their existence. By creating a number of well-written locations, you can organize your universe into areas and regions.
Navigation
While not required, locations can be organized onto a map. More information soon!
Add Group » 0 Factions to align with
There are no groups in this roleplay!
Collectibles
By creating Collectibles, you can reward your players with unique items that accentuate their character sheets.
Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.
Mobs
Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!
Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in Fate Decided. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
No items have been created yet!
The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
Open Stores
View All » Add Character » 4 Characters to follow in this universe
Newest
Jacob Maester
The Prince's Servant
Evelyn "Evie" Porter
The Prince's Servant
Isabella Josephine Dezantro
The Princess of Dahan
Sorosillian
I have been forced into this. Don't try to make me act like I like it.
Trending
Sorosillian
I have been forced into this. Don't try to make me act like I like it.
Jacob Maester
The Prince's Servant
Evelyn "Evie" Porter
The Prince's Servant
Isabella Josephine Dezantro
The Princess of Dahan
Most Followed
Evelyn "Evie" Porter
The Prince's Servant
Sorosillian
I have been forced into this. Don't try to make me act like I like it.
Isabella Josephine Dezantro
The Princess of Dahan
Jacob Maester
The Prince's Servant
Fullscreen Chat » Create Topic » Fate Decided: Out of Character
Discussions
-
- Topics
- Replies
- Views
- Last post
-
-
Fate Decided
by Everscale on Fri May 27, 2011 2:12 pm
- 7 Replies
- 810 Views
- Last post by Kenzi
on Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:24 pm
-
Fate Decided
Most recent OOC posts in Fate Decided
Re: [OOC] Fate Decided
I'm capable of flexibility. It will be interesting to have a servant with a severe crush on the Prince.
And the RPer wanted to be a girl, so...
That is... if she even shows up... I contacted her but nothing has happened.
And the RPer wanted to be a girl, so...
That is... if she even shows up... I contacted her but nothing has happened.
Re: [OOC] Fate Decided
I thought the prince's servant was a man..... not a girl??
Writing a post as we speak! Sorry I was working a lot these past few days and had to attend a funeral...
Writing a post as we speak! Sorry I was working a lot these past few days and had to attend a funeral...
[OOC] Fate Decided
This is the auto-generated OOC topic for the roleplay "Fate Decided"
You may edit this first post as you see fit.
You may edit this first post as you see fit.