RPG
Introduction
*ON HIATUS* This roleplay is currently on hiatus. It may return later, it may be reborn later, or it may just fade out entirely and die... only time will tell. If you're interested in participating should it come back, pm me! :)
The setting, a beautiful medieval Kingdom filled with magic and adventure. C'elladore is a prosperous, happy empire at the northwest corner of the continent, ruled by the wise King Astonen and his beautiful Queen Brienna. To the East is the River Doran, and across the Black Bridge is the rival Kingdom, Yanador, ruled by King Tynan and Queen Uheri. To the South of C'elladore and Yanador lies the dark, mysterious Widdor Wood. In the middle of the Wood lies a large lake, filled by the River Doran, topped with lily pads and surrounded by willow trees, giving the lake the name "Lake Lilywillow." Legend states that magical creatures live in and around the water, but nobody knows whether or not it is true, as they are very good at hiding themselves. Beyond Lake Lilywillow and out of the Wood, towards the southeast edge of the map, are the Caverns of Solitude, a series of caves that are extremely difficult to navigate, and may contain any number of secrets. The Caverns lead to the large mountain range, the Sierra September. Piercing the clouds themselves is the summit of the tallest September mountain, Mount Nephele. There may very well be other areas, but none have yet been explored or, if they have, none have ever survived to add them to C'elladoran maps.
In the long-forgotten language native to the continent, "C'ellador" meant "loved by all" and Yanador meant "loved by one." The importance of these names (and the reason for the extra e on C'elladore, for that matter) has been lost along with the language, though many books written in the old language are stored in the Castle C'elladore's library.
MAP:
The History
Upon becoming King, a young Astonen had to choose a Queen, though he had no desire to wed at the time. A contest was held, and all the eligible young women of the land were interviewed by various servants and judged based on their beauty, intellect, and character. Suffice to say that Astonen was a rather desirable bachelor, and many women quickly became eligible after the announcement spread throughout the Kingdom. However, from the many applicants, the 10 best were chosen and introduced to the young King himself. Upon seeing Brienna, 2 years his junior, standing in line, looking down respectfully at her feet, Astonen was instantly smitten. They were immediately wed and began a happy life together. After a few years getting to know one another, the time came for Brienna to begat an heir to the C'elladoran throne. In the next 13 years, Brienna had 12 remarkable, talented, beautiful children, including one set of triplets. Unfortunately for the royal couple, though each child was healthy and wonderful, none were a male. At last, the wizard Zadakello arrived (with his pet parrot-dove, Yon) and informed the King and Queen of an ancient curse which had been placed on Brienna's family, that they would only have girls for all time, so that the family name would be either lost or forgotten. The King's chief adviser counseled that Astonen should take a new queen, but his love for Brienna was too great. So, Zadakello took her, along with the five best C'elladoran soldiers, to find a way to lift the spell.
The Present- What is About To Happen
The Queen has been gone for five long years, and her 12 daughters have begun to blossom into beautiful young women before their fathers’ eyes. The King’s best soldier, Sir Oliver the Great, suddenly arrives, bedraggled, at the gate. Oliver tells Astonen his story. As the party was resting near River Doran, deep within the Widdor Wood, the group was ambushed. The Wizard was killed, and the Queen was taken away. Oliver was the only one of the soldiers to escape with his life. He has reason to believe the soldiers come from Yonador, the sworn enemy nation of C'elladore. The King solemnly bows his head, and decides to leave the next morning to rescue his still-cursed wife. He calls his lovely daughters into the hall and bids them farewell.
That night, the daughters plot to find a way to keep their beloved father from going. They are determined not to be left orphaned, and they know their father must stay in C'elladore to rule. Furthermore, he must not come into harm’s way before he has an heir, or else C'elladore will be without a leader, and war would surely ensue in the peaceful land.
The girls finally decide on a potion that will leave him bedridden, unable to lift his arms or legs. The smartest of the daughters makes the potion so strong that it will last for a whole year. They leave a note by the sleeping King’s bedside to explain, force-feed him the potion, and steal away into the night on their horses. They bring along with them for their aid the stable boy, the son of a blacksmith (an excellent sword-fighter), and one of the castle’s pages (who happens to know a little bit more than he would let on about the great outdoors).
They are long gone by the time the King awakes, finds them gone, reads the note, and understands what has happened. He sends out a cavalry of his best horsemen to find them, but he knows his headstrong, clever daughters well, and is not hopeful for the success of his soldiers. Still, he also knows of his daughters’ skill and intellect, and therefore does not deeply worry for their safety. Prevented by the potion (which, I might add, has no known antidote) to do any more, the King sits in bed, is waited on by his servants, and prays for the safe return of his beloved daughters… and his wife.
The Future
The rest of the story is, naturally, up to you! Obviously the 12 girls and their friends will attempt to find and rescue their mother, and perhaps to even lift the curse, but whether or not they succeed, and how they go about... everything... is entirely up to you! :D
The Characters
You may choose to play one of these pre-mades, or create your own character to join in. Your character can be a good guy, a bad guy, or somewhere in between. Even pre-mades can be made into... whatever you want them to be. They can have secrets, of course! And, to make everything more interesting, you might reveal those secrets and, then again, you might not. In any case, here's the characters. This list will be added to as more and more characters come into play.
The Royal Family (Oldest to Youngest)
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King Astonen – The Powerful King [40] --> NPC
Queen Brienna – The Beautiful, Cursed Queen [38] --> NPC
Princess Chira– The Eldest, a Natural Leader [18]--> PLAYED by Yonbibuns
Princess Dreya– The Fighter, Skilled in Combat and Argumentative [17]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Princess Evania– The Sweetheart, Soft-Spoken, Gives Great Advice [16]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Fahn– The Flirt, Vain (but rightfully so, as she is the most beautiful of the daughters) [15]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Gitanav– The Musical Triplet (plays any instrument easily) [14]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Hokona– The Singing Triplet (can sing any note) [14]-->PLAYED by lalamon
Princess Itosha– The Dancing Triplet (can do any dance) [14]--> PLAYED by lalamon
Princess Jogyenna– The Bookworm, Smart [13]--> PLAYED by tylisasweet
Princess Kioni– The Watcher, Understanding, Caring, Knowing, but Quiet [11]--> PLAYED by Luna Twilight
Princess Latika– The Gymnast, Fast, Flexible, Light-Footed, Cautious [9]--> PLAYED by Lady Velvet
Princess Marnina– The Optimist, Hopeful and Positive [7]--> Temporary NPC (PLAYED by Emily3456)
Princess Neema– The Youngest, Innocent, Humane, and Imaginative [5]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Also From C'elladore
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Sir Oliver the Great– King Astonen’s best soldier (the only one to survive the attack on the queen) [23]--> PLAYED by Cypher
Phillip– The Stable Boy [14]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Qimat- The Page [9] (Pronounced Chi-mat)--> PLAYED by tylisasweet (I've been him too much now. I'm starting to like him. :P)
Raggard (the King’s chief adviser and the girls's caregiver for 5 years; the old one was fired when he advised Astonen to leave Brienna) [67]
Sayf– The Blacksmith’s Son [16]--> PLAYED by Ziddie
Sir Ekken Coron--> PLAYED by cha-kun
Tain--> PLAYED by LadyVelvet
Enemies (From Yonador)
...
King Tynan [52] --> NPC
Queen Uheri [46] --> NPC
Prince Vatsa [20]
Princess Wealote [14] --> PLAYED by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
Sir Xylander the Strong [22]
Cavaroth--> PLAYED by LadyVelvet
Beryl Giabel--> PLAYED by IckyThePenguin
Other Characters
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Yon (pet dove brought by Zadakello... actually a disguised parrot) [5] --> NPC
The Wizard Zadakello [?] --> NPC
"Cat" --> PLAYED by XoTheeJesteroX
Orwaith--> PLAYED by Irish
Alex Black--> PLAYED by cadet.scholl
**PLEASE NOTE: The characters in the above list labeled "NPC" are Non-Player Characters. That means that, for the time being anyways, I will be playing them. This is for one of three reasons:
Events
The following are events that have happened or are going to happen in character on certain days/ times, so be sure to be here if you want to participate. If you can't make it for whatever reason, be sure to let me know so I can change the date or figure something out. To get the current time, just add 1000 years. Yes, I know this isn't exactly historically accurate. It's better than nothing. :P
PAST
PRESENT/ NEAR FUTURE
DISTANT FUTURE
Dictionary of C'elladoran terms
Common/ Everyday Terms
Updates (continuously edited)
*ON HIATUS* This roleplay is currently on hiatus. It may return later, it may be reborn later, or it may just fade out entirely and die... only time will tell. If you're interested in participating should it come back, pm me! :)
The setting, a beautiful medieval Kingdom filled with magic and adventure. C'elladore is a prosperous, happy empire at the northwest corner of the continent, ruled by the wise King Astonen and his beautiful Queen Brienna. To the East is the River Doran, and across the Black Bridge is the rival Kingdom, Yanador, ruled by King Tynan and Queen Uheri. To the South of C'elladore and Yanador lies the dark, mysterious Widdor Wood. In the middle of the Wood lies a large lake, filled by the River Doran, topped with lily pads and surrounded by willow trees, giving the lake the name "Lake Lilywillow." Legend states that magical creatures live in and around the water, but nobody knows whether or not it is true, as they are very good at hiding themselves. Beyond Lake Lilywillow and out of the Wood, towards the southeast edge of the map, are the Caverns of Solitude, a series of caves that are extremely difficult to navigate, and may contain any number of secrets. The Caverns lead to the large mountain range, the Sierra September. Piercing the clouds themselves is the summit of the tallest September mountain, Mount Nephele. There may very well be other areas, but none have yet been explored or, if they have, none have ever survived to add them to C'elladoran maps.
In the long-forgotten language native to the continent, "C'ellador" meant "loved by all" and Yanador meant "loved by one." The importance of these names (and the reason for the extra e on C'elladore, for that matter) has been lost along with the language, though many books written in the old language are stored in the Castle C'elladore's library.
MAP:
The History
Upon becoming King, a young Astonen had to choose a Queen, though he had no desire to wed at the time. A contest was held, and all the eligible young women of the land were interviewed by various servants and judged based on their beauty, intellect, and character. Suffice to say that Astonen was a rather desirable bachelor, and many women quickly became eligible after the announcement spread throughout the Kingdom. However, from the many applicants, the 10 best were chosen and introduced to the young King himself. Upon seeing Brienna, 2 years his junior, standing in line, looking down respectfully at her feet, Astonen was instantly smitten. They were immediately wed and began a happy life together. After a few years getting to know one another, the time came for Brienna to begat an heir to the C'elladoran throne. In the next 13 years, Brienna had 12 remarkable, talented, beautiful children, including one set of triplets. Unfortunately for the royal couple, though each child was healthy and wonderful, none were a male. At last, the wizard Zadakello arrived (with his pet parrot-dove, Yon) and informed the King and Queen of an ancient curse which had been placed on Brienna's family, that they would only have girls for all time, so that the family name would be either lost or forgotten. The King's chief adviser counseled that Astonen should take a new queen, but his love for Brienna was too great. So, Zadakello took her, along with the five best C'elladoran soldiers, to find a way to lift the spell.
The Present- What is About To Happen
The Queen has been gone for five long years, and her 12 daughters have begun to blossom into beautiful young women before their fathers’ eyes. The King’s best soldier, Sir Oliver the Great, suddenly arrives, bedraggled, at the gate. Oliver tells Astonen his story. As the party was resting near River Doran, deep within the Widdor Wood, the group was ambushed. The Wizard was killed, and the Queen was taken away. Oliver was the only one of the soldiers to escape with his life. He has reason to believe the soldiers come from Yonador, the sworn enemy nation of C'elladore. The King solemnly bows his head, and decides to leave the next morning to rescue his still-cursed wife. He calls his lovely daughters into the hall and bids them farewell.
That night, the daughters plot to find a way to keep their beloved father from going. They are determined not to be left orphaned, and they know their father must stay in C'elladore to rule. Furthermore, he must not come into harm’s way before he has an heir, or else C'elladore will be without a leader, and war would surely ensue in the peaceful land.
The girls finally decide on a potion that will leave him bedridden, unable to lift his arms or legs. The smartest of the daughters makes the potion so strong that it will last for a whole year. They leave a note by the sleeping King’s bedside to explain, force-feed him the potion, and steal away into the night on their horses. They bring along with them for their aid the stable boy, the son of a blacksmith (an excellent sword-fighter), and one of the castle’s pages (who happens to know a little bit more than he would let on about the great outdoors).
They are long gone by the time the King awakes, finds them gone, reads the note, and understands what has happened. He sends out a cavalry of his best horsemen to find them, but he knows his headstrong, clever daughters well, and is not hopeful for the success of his soldiers. Still, he also knows of his daughters’ skill and intellect, and therefore does not deeply worry for their safety. Prevented by the potion (which, I might add, has no known antidote) to do any more, the King sits in bed, is waited on by his servants, and prays for the safe return of his beloved daughters… and his wife.
The Future
The rest of the story is, naturally, up to you! Obviously the 12 girls and their friends will attempt to find and rescue their mother, and perhaps to even lift the curse, but whether or not they succeed, and how they go about... everything... is entirely up to you! :D
The Characters
You may choose to play one of these pre-mades, or create your own character to join in. Your character can be a good guy, a bad guy, or somewhere in between. Even pre-mades can be made into... whatever you want them to be. They can have secrets, of course! And, to make everything more interesting, you might reveal those secrets and, then again, you might not. In any case, here's the characters. This list will be added to as more and more characters come into play.
The Royal Family (Oldest to Youngest)
...
King Astonen – The Powerful King [40] --> NPC
Queen Brienna – The Beautiful, Cursed Queen [38] --> NPC
Princess Chira– The Eldest, a Natural Leader [18]--> PLAYED by Yonbibuns
Princess Dreya– The Fighter, Skilled in Combat and Argumentative [17]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Princess Evania– The Sweetheart, Soft-Spoken, Gives Great Advice [16]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Fahn– The Flirt, Vain (but rightfully so, as she is the most beautiful of the daughters) [15]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Gitanav– The Musical Triplet (plays any instrument easily) [14]--> OPEN!!!! Anybody?
Princess Hokona– The Singing Triplet (can sing any note) [14]-->PLAYED by lalamon
Princess Itosha– The Dancing Triplet (can do any dance) [14]--> PLAYED by lalamon
Princess Jogyenna– The Bookworm, Smart [13]--> PLAYED by tylisasweet
Princess Kioni– The Watcher, Understanding, Caring, Knowing, but Quiet [11]--> PLAYED by Luna Twilight
Princess Latika– The Gymnast, Fast, Flexible, Light-Footed, Cautious [9]--> PLAYED by Lady Velvet
Princess Marnina– The Optimist, Hopeful and Positive [7]--> Temporary NPC (PLAYED by Emily3456)
Princess Neema– The Youngest, Innocent, Humane, and Imaginative [5]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Also From C'elladore
...
Sir Oliver the Great– King Astonen’s best soldier (the only one to survive the attack on the queen) [23]--> PLAYED by Cypher
Phillip– The Stable Boy [14]--> PLAYED by 'Merican Pie
Qimat- The Page [9] (Pronounced Chi-mat)--> PLAYED by tylisasweet (I've been him too much now. I'm starting to like him. :P)
Raggard (the King’s chief adviser and the girls's caregiver for 5 years; the old one was fired when he advised Astonen to leave Brienna) [67]
Sayf– The Blacksmith’s Son [16]--> PLAYED by Ziddie
Sir Ekken Coron--> PLAYED by cha-kun
Tain--> PLAYED by LadyVelvet
Enemies (From Yonador)
...
King Tynan [52] --> NPC
Queen Uheri [46] --> NPC
Prince Vatsa [20]
Princess Wealote [14] --> PLAYED by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
Sir Xylander the Strong [22]
Cavaroth--> PLAYED by LadyVelvet
Beryl Giabel--> PLAYED by IckyThePenguin
Other Characters
...
Yon (pet dove brought by Zadakello... actually a disguised parrot) [5] --> NPC
The Wizard Zadakello [?] --> NPC
"Cat" --> PLAYED by XoTheeJesteroX
Orwaith--> PLAYED by Irish
Alex Black--> PLAYED by cadet.scholl
**PLEASE NOTE: The characters in the above list labeled "NPC" are Non-Player Characters. That means that, for the time being anyways, I will be playing them. This is for one of three reasons:
- They aren't particularly active in the plot at this point. For instance, the Yonadorans probably wouldn't have all that much to do at the opening of the story. So, for the beginning, I will be playing- or, rather, not playing- their parts. This will also leave an opportunity for people who come in a bit later to still be able to take part without having to create their own character if they don't want to.
- I am planning on using them to convey important information. I don't want to tell anyone what to do or say, so sometimes I'll have an NPC character just so I can have them say something specific. For instance, Oliver starts off the story by entering and telling his story and, since the story is particular in my mind, I'm going to have to play him, for now.
- They're dead. In case you didn't read the above plot, Zadakello's dead. But, he's still technically a "character" because he was part of the story.
Events
The following are events that have happened or are going to happen in character on certain days/ times, so be sure to be here if you want to participate. If you can't make it for whatever reason, be sure to let me know so I can change the date or figure something out. To get the current time, just add 1000 years. Yes, I know this isn't exactly historically accurate. It's better than nothing. :P
PAST
- January 1, 987--> The contest is held to find young Astonen a Queen.
- February 14, 987--> King Astonen and Queen Brienna are wed.
- September 9, 991 --> Queen Brienna learns she is with her first child.
- April 8, 992--> Princess Chira is born.
- (The roleplayers may decide upon the birthdays for the rest of the children.)
- November 22rd, 1005--> Princess Neema is born.
- November 24th, 1005--> The wizard Zadakello arrives and informs the royal couple of the curse.
- November 25th, 1005--> The King's chief adviser is fired. Raggard is hired in his stead, since Raggard has done so well with the children.
- November 26th, 1005--> Queen Brienna, Zadakello, Oliver, and the other knights leave to lift the curse.
PRESENT/ NEAR FUTURE
- November 26th, 1010--> Sir Oliver the Great returns with the bad news, rather late in the evening.
- January 9th?, 1010--> The princesses give their father the potion and leave, rather early in the morning.
DISTANT FUTURE
- December 31st?, 1011--> The potion given to King Astonen at last wears off.
Dictionary of C'elladoran terms
Common/ Everyday Terms
- C'elladore: (chel-uh-DOR) The Kingdom in which they all live
- C'elladoran: (chel-uh-DOR-an) The adjective form of C'elladore, may be used to describe something of C'elladore, to talk about its inhabitants, or its language
- Yonador: (yon-uh-DOR) The enemy nation of C'elladore
- Yonadoran: (yon-uh-DOR-an) Used like C'elladoran, but for Yonador
- Guilador: (gill-uh-DOR) The main currency of C'elladore and Yonador. Roughly equivalent to a US dollar, a Euro, or a pound. Half-Guiladors and Quarter-Guiladors also exist, but no smaller denominations. On the Guilador is always minted the King's likeness and on the Half-Guilador, the Queen's. The Quarter-Guilador shows the castle.
- Guil/ Haguil/ Quart: (GILL/ HA-gill/ KORT) Slang terms for Guildors, Half-Guildors, and Quarter-Guildors, respectively.
- C'ellador(e): Loved by all
- Yanador: Loved by one
- Widdor: Loves none
- Guilador: Loved by guile
Updates (continuously edited)
- The OOC is here: hard-heiring-t50802.html
- We have begun accepting character profiles. It's never too late to join!
- I'll start the actual roleplay on November 26th. If there are any necessary positions that have not been filled, I will play them until someone else comes along.
- Dictionary of a few C'elladoran terms updated as necessary.
- First post is up and you may officially start roleplaying! Be sure to post in whichever place is proper. Yes, the first post is rather long. Don't worry, yours don't have to be anywhere near that length. I just needed (well, wanted) to get a lot in there before the roleplay started. Anyway, for the time being, I will be playing Qimat. If anybody wants to give him a shot, just tell me/ make your character application thing and I'll gladly hand him over. As to Itosha, Raggard, and the other characters who as of yet don't have anyone to play them, I'll be them... unless anybody else would like to? AS for those of you who have reserved characters, but have not created a character application yet, PLEASE do so by midnight on Sunday November 28th, or else I will un-reserve that character and it will be up for grabs again. Thanks for understanding. :)
- For Marnina, that player will be an NPC, with nobody other than Emily being allowed to actually play her, since Emily made her application and everything. Does that make sense?
- Well, now we need a Gitanav and more... heading over to the "Roleplayers Wanted" forum...
*ON HIATUS* This roleplay is currently on hiatus. It may return later, it may be reborn later, or it may just fade out entirely and die... only time will tell. If you're interested in participating should it come back, pm me! :)
Rules
*ON HIATUS* This roleplay is currently on hiatus. It may return later, it may be reborn later, or it may just fade out entirely and die... only time will tell. If you're interested in participating should it come back, pm me! :)
You know the basics; no godmodding, no cybering, avoid one-liners, be nice, don't ignore people, etc. etc. blah blah blah.
Also, don't use the OOC to make decisions for your characters. i.e. "Can Mary Sue and Gary Sue become best friends?" should not show up in the OOC. Instead, this should happen in the world of the roleplay. For instance, "Mary Sue looked at Gary Sue, unsure of how to word her thoughts aloud. 'So,' she sighed, deciding it was best to just say it all at once, 'what does this make us? Are we best friends or just friends or more than friends? I'm not sure.'" is how this should be done.
Oh and please, don't let things other roleplayers say (that their characters don't) affect your characters. For instance, "Mary Sue feared that everyone knew she was working for the bad guys." probably wouldn't be immediately followed by "Gary Sue was beginning to become suspicious of Mary Sue." An even better way for this to happen is if Mary Sue had made little mistakes showing that she might be working for the bad guys, allowing Gary Sue to suspect her, without her roleplayer having to say so.
I will reserve a character if you ask me to. (Sorry to a few of you who wanted characters that had already been reserved before you asked. I hope you'll be able to find somebody else whom you'd enjoy playing. If not, thanks for your interest and I hope I get to roleplay with you soon!)
You know the basics; no godmodding, no cybering, avoid one-liners, be nice, don't ignore people, etc. etc. blah blah blah.
Also, don't use the OOC to make decisions for your characters. i.e. "Can Mary Sue and Gary Sue become best friends?" should not show up in the OOC. Instead, this should happen in the world of the roleplay. For instance, "Mary Sue looked at Gary Sue, unsure of how to word her thoughts aloud. 'So,' she sighed, deciding it was best to just say it all at once, 'what does this make us? Are we best friends or just friends or more than friends? I'm not sure.'" is how this should be done.
Oh and please, don't let things other roleplayers say (that their characters don't) affect your characters. For instance, "Mary Sue feared that everyone knew she was working for the bad guys." probably wouldn't be immediately followed by "Gary Sue was beginning to become suspicious of Mary Sue." An even better way for this to happen is if Mary Sue had made little mistakes showing that she might be working for the bad guys, allowing Gary Sue to suspect her, without her roleplayer having to say so.
I will reserve a character if you ask me to. (Sorry to a few of you who wanted characters that had already been reserved before you asked. I hope you'll be able to find somebody else whom you'd enjoy playing. If not, thanks for your interest and I hope I get to roleplay with you soon!)
Reviews
30/30
Characterization: Advanced
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Advanced
Style: Advanced
Mechanics: Advanced
Overall: Advanced
ViceVersus wrote:The first thing I want to do is make an apology for this review. The format of this written bit doesn't allow for me to make line breaks, so you're going to just get one MASSIVE block of text, so bear with me and hang on for subject switches. Right off the bat, the title of the RP caught my eye. "Really?" I thought to myself. "Did someone misspell 'hearing' in the title bar, big and bold?" but then a quick read-through of the RP synopsis, and I was on track. Very clever. Concerning your introduction, one thing I MUST suggest is that if you're going to put so much detail in what is south of what, which bit is northwest of the other .. then PLEASE include an illustrated map along with it. You're not required to do so, of course, but it's sort of neat for your players to follow along and read/see what picture you're painting. I know there are plenty of artists here on RPG who'd be willing and rearin' to draw you up a map should you just ask for it! Moving on from the setting, I just have to say that I love fantasy plots. They're always fun to me, but what I REALLY love is when a fantasy story actually jumps out at me and gets my attention. This is a dangerous plot to work with, because in the hands of a less capable GM it would read like a bunch of fluff, like a bad reality television show. I am pleased to say, however, that through your GMs organization I found myself wondering how all these introductory plot elements were going to work out. Right, then. Moving on from setting/backstory to the organization of the front page itself. Great job on that! One thing that the RP-tab allows for users to do is really keep all the bits and pieces of their story tied together in a nice, neat package. The "Places" feature in particular has been used well, and don't worry! The "Events" tab will be up and running shortly. Nice to see your GM making good use of that feature before it's even available! And now, now my dears .. we get into the meat of things. The actual writing -- the actual characterization. Looking over the list of characters, tylisasweet has amassed quite a respectable amount of roleplayers for her story, here. I don't know if this was the product of word-of-mouth advertising for a very clever Interest Checking, but here we are anyways. Tylisasweet -- nice introductory post. Kicking everything off with a nightmare that blends abruptly ("TAP TAP TAP") into reality sets a rather ominous tone for the future of the story. Lady Velvet, your physical description of the wizard character was brilliant, and I felt like I could really see him sitting there, all gnarled yet knowing. 'Merican pie, your writing always makes me grin but the way you played Neema really took the cake. :P From there on, I see a few new names popping up onto the second page, but I'm please to say that this is an RP coming together very, very nicely. As I said before, tylisasweet has gathered to herself some of the stronger names in RPing here that I've seen in a while, and as the conflict grows, I cannot wait to read more!
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"Cat" played by XoTheeJesteroX
My character is so secretive, and so under any radar, he makes myths look like math.
Princess Neema played by 'MericanPie
The most innocent and humane of all the princesses at five years old.
Jogyenna played by tylisasweet
The most well-read of the princesses, Jogyenna is most often found with her nose in some book or other...
Latika played by Lady Velvet
Bright-eyed and acutely aware of her surroundings, Princess Latika can sense trouble from a mile away, and she uses her quick mind and nimble feet to get out of it.
The most incompetent and lazy of the princesses, Hokona's only talent is her singing.
Cavaroth played by Lady Velvet
The eldest son of Yonador's chief magical advisor, this skilled magician has been sent to stop the twelve princesses on their quest.
Tain played by Lady Velvet
Personal bodyguard to Neema, Tain is set apart from the other guards by his kind heart and earnest loyalty to C'elladore's royal family.
Oliver Bannel played by Cypher
Real name Oliver Corron. Otherwise known as "Sir Oliver the Great". C'elladore's most prominent knight.
Dreya played by 'MericanPie
"Thank you, sister, for ignoring my humble opinion. Next time, I'll just keep it to myself..."
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176 postsThe Kingdom of C'elladore and surroundings
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12 postsCastle C'elladdore
Welcome to the beautiful Castle C'elladore, home of the royal family.
6 postsC'elladore (Town)
Welcome to C'elladore! How may we help you? Would you like a bouquet for the Missus? How's about a nice strawberry? You like strawberries, don't ya?
17 postsYonador
Eh?
0 postsWiddor Wood
Enter into the darkness, where danger, adventure, beauty, wonder, and magic await.
0 postsLake Lilywillow
Oh! How lovely and blue the water is beneath the cover of lilypads. It is no wonder legend has it that this clearing in the Wood is enchanted.
0 postsCaverns of Solitude
The Caverns of Solitude are a menacing sort, are they not?
0 postsSierra September
Breathtakingly beautiful summits, peaking at Mt. Nephele which extends into the very heavens. Legend says that those who reach the top of Mt. Nephele are swept up into the clouds to join the Gods in eternal happiness. Or, it could just be nobody has ever returned because it's such a treacherous climb.
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King Astonen tossed and turned in his sleep, familiar scenes playing out behind his eyelids.
A contest. All the eligible young maidens lined up, but only 13 were chosen to be able to see the young King, or so he had been told. He hadn't seen any of them yet. Who would he pick? Everyone was anxious to find out. Aldan, the King's page, entered, with a message. The 13 most beautiful, most intelligent, and most kind women in all the land were waiting outside to see him and, at his leisure... With a wave of his hand, Aldan was silent. He opened the door and escorted in the first maiden. She was a thin brunette with large eyes and was wearing a leotard. She performed a spectacular dance number for the young King, but he was quickly bored with her. In came the second, and then third, and then fourth maidens, but the young King was not amazed by any of them. In at last walked the 12th contestant. She was rather young to be a Queen, 2 years younger than him, but she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had dazzling green eyes and long, braided, brown hair that sparkled in the sunlight that entered the throne room through the windows. The young King informed Aldan that the final contestant need not enter. Aldan did not object, and sent her away happily with 5000 Guiladors. The young woman did not show her talent; it is quite possible that she didn't have one, but that didn't matter. The King and the woman just talked and talked for hours upon hours. And the young man was not surprised to find himself laughing at her wit, smiling at her philosophies, and impressed by her intelligence. A week later, the couple had been married under an arch made of pumpkin vines. Pumpkin, after all, was Brienna's favorite scent in all the world.
Then darkness behind his eyes. A wince, a snort, and then the King was again escaping into another dream, another happy memory.
Screams of pain from the woman he loved, and nothing he nor any of the doctors could do to help her. He had been waiting for this moment for many months, nine, in fact, but now that it was here he felt entirely helpless, even as the most powerful man in the Kingdom and, likely, the continent. And then, suddenly, a smile from all the doctors, and a huff of relief from his wife. And a cry. A long, loud, strong, powerful cry. He almost didn't dare to look, but the soft, calm voice of Queen Brienna cooed to him. And he turned to face the child. Crying in his beloved's arms was a beautiful baby girl. Soon Brienna was crying, too, tears of joy and relief and love and... perhaps still a bit of pain, too. But it didn't take long before he, too, felt saltwater well up in his eyes. He dared not shed a tear in front of his subjects, though, so he blinked the signs of emotion away, though he kept the emotion itself in his heart and on his sleeve. He had said something, and so had she...
But he could not remember what it was and so the people in the dream were mute, and then they faded into darkness again. She was always the one to remember details like that. The King turned around on the bed, flopping onto his stomach, face in the pillow, and let out a great snore. And then a final scene played out...
Another birth, a twelfth, another girl. Joy again, love again, but something else was there, too. The two people in the room with the doctors, no younger the young King and Queen they once were, looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking instantly, though neither would ever dare to admit it out loud. Joy was there, love was there, relief was there, the crying of a newborn was there, but there was also the stifling smoke in the room that smelled of disappointment. The King and Queen looked away from each other... suddenly a knock on the door. The couple were in their bedroom. The Queen was thin again, as if she had not carried 12 children within her, although only 2 weeks ago she had seen the face of her youngest daughter. Another knock. A call from another page, not Alden, but his oldest son. His youngest son was only 4 years old then, with a name the King could never remember how to pronounce correctly. The King opened the door and noticed the boy, and felt a pang of envy in his heart, that he would not dare to reveal to anyone, not even his trusted, beloved wife. A message, from the front gates. An old man. Brienna looks in. Fear in her eyes. He dresses and goes to the throne room. The old man enters, wearing the robes of a wizard. His name was Zadakello. He had come with a story... an ancient curse... Brienna's family... only girls... punished... for something awful... but the wizard could not say- or would not say- what. How to life the curse, he had demanded. The wizard had no knowledge, but was willing to help. An expedition... the King prepared his best soldiers and his wife for the journey... and she was gone... TAP TAP TAP... a knock at the door. Alden's son. envy. a message. an old man. TAP TAP TAP the click-clack of the Queen's heels as she left. TAP TAP TAP... TAP TAP TAP...
TAP TAP TAP.
The King of C'elladore awoke with a start. "Five years," he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and ridding the sleep from his eyes.
TAP TAP TAP.
"Yes, Key-mat, I'm coming!" called the King, slightly frustrated at being awoken, throwing on his robes quickly. He knew it was his page, Alden's youngest son, knocking upon his chamber door. Alden had long since retired from work as a page, but had urged both his sons to go into the business. Qimat's older brother, Ikram, after he was done serving the King, served his country in a different way, by becoming one of the greatest C'elladoran knights. At that moment, Qimat's brother was out somewhere protecting the Queen, and the King knew Qimat was very proud of his relations. With a glance out the window, King Astonen determined that it was still the middle of the night.
"Sorry, Your Highness," Qimat called, ignoring the mispronunciation. Qimat had learned long ago that it was no use with him. "It is important, I swear."
The door opened. Qimat looked up, obviously upset. Even through his crankiness, the King noticed the look of fear in Qimat's eyes and immediately turned compassionate. "What is it, boy?" he asked, placing a large, assuring hand on the child's shoulder.
"Your Excellency, it's... at the gates... Sir Oliver... I let him i-" Qimat tried to explain.
Astonen cut him off. "Sir Oliver?" the King said, not waiting to hear more, but instead racing to the throne room. "Five years," he whispered, amazed. Sir Oliver the Great was waiting there, still clad in armor, helmet humbly in hand. Oliver looked at the ground while the King took his seat upon the throne.
"What news have you, Sir Oliver the Great, Knight of C'elladore?"
"My Lord, I fear the first bringer of unwelcome news has a poor office, and the bringer of happy tidings quite the opposite. I pray you let me bear what I would, without interruption."
"What, Sir Oliver? It is not like you to be cryptic. Out with it, bad or good, but quickly. Fear not, my tongue will hold."
"Thank you, my King. Surely you know I am here bringing news regarding your Queen and the efforts to lift the curse. You would expect nothing else. As to the efforts to lift the curse, they have been so far unsuccessful and inconclusive, despite every effort on Zadakello's part. But this is not the worst of the news. As to the Queen," a pause here, the slightest hesitation on Oliver's part, "I am afraid she has been captured."
The King's brow furrowed and, despite all efforts to control himself, a "What?" escaped from his lips.
"Allow me to finish. We were in the woods, by Lilywillow Lake. Zadakello was certain there was some clue to the curse there. Suddenly, we were ambushed, surrounded by soldiers. Zadakello and your knights fought as bravely and as well as any ever have, but not so much could be expected of the knights of Camelot, for we were outnumbered at least 10 to 1. All of your brave soldiers were killed, and Zadakello was turned to dust by a powerful wizard from our opponent's side. The Queen was, thankfully, not killed. However, the attacking army took her. My eyes may have deceived me in the panic and swirling action of the battle, but I believe the attackers wore the crest of the Yonadoran royal family. As soon as I saw the Queen taken, I fled after her to protect her, leaving the battle scene to follow her deeper into the forest before my men were all killed. Unfortunately, with all my men still fighting in the clearing and the attackers barely winded, I knew I had no hope of retrieving our Queen alone, and I knew I did not have enough time to return to the Lake to get the other knights. So, I ran back to Lake Lilywillow to plan our next move. When I returned, though, the attackers had disappeared, and the bodies of all the knights lay around me, covered in blood, not a one still breathing. I came back here as quickly as I could..." the strong voice trailed off.
Though the King kept his promise and did not speak, he said enough with his expressions during Oliver's speech. Now it was his turn to speak. "You all have done well," King Astonen proclaimed, careful not to let the lump in his throat cause his booming voice to falter. "And you and your men shall all be appropriately honored. I will have some of my men retrieve the bodies from the lakeside to give them proper burial as heroes to C'elladore." Here the King paused.
"Thank you, My Lord," said Sir Oliver, carefully.
"As to my wife," Astonen began. He waited a moment; he could not continue. At last, he regained control of his voice. "As to my wife," the King repeated, "I will take a group of my soldiers to go find her and return her to C'elladore. In my absence, you, Oliver, will rule. See to it that your men and my girls and our country are properly taken care of. I will return as quickly as possible with my Queen. I will leave tomorrow."
Sir Oliver nodded. "Thank you, Your Excellency. I won't let you down, Your Majesty." Sir Oliver looked up at his King, eyes wide and determined. "I swear to you, in your absence, I will do my best to be a great King."
"Thank you, Sir Oliver," said King Astonen, smiling gratefully. "Kiwi-mat!" called the King to the page.
Qimat was at his side in an instant. How long had he been standing by the entry? Ah, it didn't matter. The King was too distressed to noticed the wet lines on the young cheeks that remained, though the boy had tried to wipe away. "Yes, sir?" came the small voice, hiding all traces of pain and sadness, trying to be strong, like his brother.
"Wake the knights. Inform them to prepare for a journey tomorrow. And tell them it will be a long journey."
"Yes, sir," came the respectful voice again.
"Thank you, Chimney't. You are dismissed to your duties."
Qimat nodded, then hurried off to his work, his head buzzing with all he had just heard, and his heart sinking with what he knew. It hadn't helped that the King had compared him to a fireplace. King Astonen rose, informed Sir Oliver that he was welcome to stay in the Guest Tower instead of the Knight's Quarters if he'd prefer, then headed straight back to bed. Before Qimat had crossed the courtyard to the Knight's Quarters, the King was already asleep and dreaming. This time, though, the dreams were not memories, and they were not anywhere near as pleasant. He again lay on his stomach, but this time he lay on a pillow that was damp.
Qimat hurried to the southeast tower, then ran up the stairs calling to all the knights sleeping there. When they had all risen, a bit more than peeved at the young page, he gave his message. Instantly responding to the command from the King, the knights hurried to get ready for the long journey ahead of them, without the slightest inclination as to what the purpose of their journey was to be.
Having carried out his job, Qimat returned to the Servant's Tower, walking through the east corridor towards the northeast tower. The image of his brother's face, 5 years younger than he would have been, found its way into his mind. Qimat shook his head, willing the picture away and beginning his walk again. He had more important things to do than mourn for his brother. On the way, he paused at the door to the King's room and listened at the door, holding his breath until...
SNNNRRRRGGHHHTTT!!
Qimat allowed himself to exhale. The King was fast asleep. Qimat tip-toed carefully over to the room where Jogyenna and Kioni slept. He knocked quietly on the door, then waited for an answer from either (or both) of the two young princesses.
Inside the room, Jogyenna was resting peacefully. She lay flat on her back, unable to move under the weight of the large book she had fallen asleep while reading. Beside her bed, on the bedside table, a candle burned softly. Despite Raggard's warning her to go to sleep, Jo had, of course, gotten caught up in the story and lost track of time, until time caught up with her and she let her eyelids droop and her mind wander into her dreams of fantasy worlds and adventures and secret languages...
A contest. All the eligible young maidens lined up, but only 13 were chosen to be able to see the young King, or so he had been told. He hadn't seen any of them yet. Who would he pick? Everyone was anxious to find out. Aldan, the King's page, entered, with a message. The 13 most beautiful, most intelligent, and most kind women in all the land were waiting outside to see him and, at his leisure... With a wave of his hand, Aldan was silent. He opened the door and escorted in the first maiden. She was a thin brunette with large eyes and was wearing a leotard. She performed a spectacular dance number for the young King, but he was quickly bored with her. In came the second, and then third, and then fourth maidens, but the young King was not amazed by any of them. In at last walked the 12th contestant. She was rather young to be a Queen, 2 years younger than him, but she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. She had dazzling green eyes and long, braided, brown hair that sparkled in the sunlight that entered the throne room through the windows. The young King informed Aldan that the final contestant need not enter. Aldan did not object, and sent her away happily with 5000 Guiladors. The young woman did not show her talent; it is quite possible that she didn't have one, but that didn't matter. The King and the woman just talked and talked for hours upon hours. And the young man was not surprised to find himself laughing at her wit, smiling at her philosophies, and impressed by her intelligence. A week later, the couple had been married under an arch made of pumpkin vines. Pumpkin, after all, was Brienna's favorite scent in all the world.
Then darkness behind his eyes. A wince, a snort, and then the King was again escaping into another dream, another happy memory.
Screams of pain from the woman he loved, and nothing he nor any of the doctors could do to help her. He had been waiting for this moment for many months, nine, in fact, but now that it was here he felt entirely helpless, even as the most powerful man in the Kingdom and, likely, the continent. And then, suddenly, a smile from all the doctors, and a huff of relief from his wife. And a cry. A long, loud, strong, powerful cry. He almost didn't dare to look, but the soft, calm voice of Queen Brienna cooed to him. And he turned to face the child. Crying in his beloved's arms was a beautiful baby girl. Soon Brienna was crying, too, tears of joy and relief and love and... perhaps still a bit of pain, too. But it didn't take long before he, too, felt saltwater well up in his eyes. He dared not shed a tear in front of his subjects, though, so he blinked the signs of emotion away, though he kept the emotion itself in his heart and on his sleeve. He had said something, and so had she...
But he could not remember what it was and so the people in the dream were mute, and then they faded into darkness again. She was always the one to remember details like that. The King turned around on the bed, flopping onto his stomach, face in the pillow, and let out a great snore. And then a final scene played out...
Another birth, a twelfth, another girl. Joy again, love again, but something else was there, too. The two people in the room with the doctors, no younger the young King and Queen they once were, looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking instantly, though neither would ever dare to admit it out loud. Joy was there, love was there, relief was there, the crying of a newborn was there, but there was also the stifling smoke in the room that smelled of disappointment. The King and Queen looked away from each other... suddenly a knock on the door. The couple were in their bedroom. The Queen was thin again, as if she had not carried 12 children within her, although only 2 weeks ago she had seen the face of her youngest daughter. Another knock. A call from another page, not Alden, but his oldest son. His youngest son was only 4 years old then, with a name the King could never remember how to pronounce correctly. The King opened the door and noticed the boy, and felt a pang of envy in his heart, that he would not dare to reveal to anyone, not even his trusted, beloved wife. A message, from the front gates. An old man. Brienna looks in. Fear in her eyes. He dresses and goes to the throne room. The old man enters, wearing the robes of a wizard. His name was Zadakello. He had come with a story... an ancient curse... Brienna's family... only girls... punished... for something awful... but the wizard could not say- or would not say- what. How to life the curse, he had demanded. The wizard had no knowledge, but was willing to help. An expedition... the King prepared his best soldiers and his wife for the journey... and she was gone... TAP TAP TAP... a knock at the door. Alden's son. envy. a message. an old man. TAP TAP TAP the click-clack of the Queen's heels as she left. TAP TAP TAP... TAP TAP TAP...
TAP TAP TAP.
The King of C'elladore awoke with a start. "Five years," he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head and ridding the sleep from his eyes.
TAP TAP TAP.
"Yes, Key-mat, I'm coming!" called the King, slightly frustrated at being awoken, throwing on his robes quickly. He knew it was his page, Alden's youngest son, knocking upon his chamber door. Alden had long since retired from work as a page, but had urged both his sons to go into the business. Qimat's older brother, Ikram, after he was done serving the King, served his country in a different way, by becoming one of the greatest C'elladoran knights. At that moment, Qimat's brother was out somewhere protecting the Queen, and the King knew Qimat was very proud of his relations. With a glance out the window, King Astonen determined that it was still the middle of the night.
"Sorry, Your Highness," Qimat called, ignoring the mispronunciation. Qimat had learned long ago that it was no use with him. "It is important, I swear."
The door opened. Qimat looked up, obviously upset. Even through his crankiness, the King noticed the look of fear in Qimat's eyes and immediately turned compassionate. "What is it, boy?" he asked, placing a large, assuring hand on the child's shoulder.
"Your Excellency, it's... at the gates... Sir Oliver... I let him i-" Qimat tried to explain.
Astonen cut him off. "Sir Oliver?" the King said, not waiting to hear more, but instead racing to the throne room. "Five years," he whispered, amazed. Sir Oliver the Great was waiting there, still clad in armor, helmet humbly in hand. Oliver looked at the ground while the King took his seat upon the throne.
"What news have you, Sir Oliver the Great, Knight of C'elladore?"
"My Lord, I fear the first bringer of unwelcome news has a poor office, and the bringer of happy tidings quite the opposite. I pray you let me bear what I would, without interruption."
"What, Sir Oliver? It is not like you to be cryptic. Out with it, bad or good, but quickly. Fear not, my tongue will hold."
"Thank you, my King. Surely you know I am here bringing news regarding your Queen and the efforts to lift the curse. You would expect nothing else. As to the efforts to lift the curse, they have been so far unsuccessful and inconclusive, despite every effort on Zadakello's part. But this is not the worst of the news. As to the Queen," a pause here, the slightest hesitation on Oliver's part, "I am afraid she has been captured."
The King's brow furrowed and, despite all efforts to control himself, a "What?" escaped from his lips.
"Allow me to finish. We were in the woods, by Lilywillow Lake. Zadakello was certain there was some clue to the curse there. Suddenly, we were ambushed, surrounded by soldiers. Zadakello and your knights fought as bravely and as well as any ever have, but not so much could be expected of the knights of Camelot, for we were outnumbered at least 10 to 1. All of your brave soldiers were killed, and Zadakello was turned to dust by a powerful wizard from our opponent's side. The Queen was, thankfully, not killed. However, the attacking army took her. My eyes may have deceived me in the panic and swirling action of the battle, but I believe the attackers wore the crest of the Yonadoran royal family. As soon as I saw the Queen taken, I fled after her to protect her, leaving the battle scene to follow her deeper into the forest before my men were all killed. Unfortunately, with all my men still fighting in the clearing and the attackers barely winded, I knew I had no hope of retrieving our Queen alone, and I knew I did not have enough time to return to the Lake to get the other knights. So, I ran back to Lake Lilywillow to plan our next move. When I returned, though, the attackers had disappeared, and the bodies of all the knights lay around me, covered in blood, not a one still breathing. I came back here as quickly as I could..." the strong voice trailed off.
Though the King kept his promise and did not speak, he said enough with his expressions during Oliver's speech. Now it was his turn to speak. "You all have done well," King Astonen proclaimed, careful not to let the lump in his throat cause his booming voice to falter. "And you and your men shall all be appropriately honored. I will have some of my men retrieve the bodies from the lakeside to give them proper burial as heroes to C'elladore." Here the King paused.
"Thank you, My Lord," said Sir Oliver, carefully.
"As to my wife," Astonen began. He waited a moment; he could not continue. At last, he regained control of his voice. "As to my wife," the King repeated, "I will take a group of my soldiers to go find her and return her to C'elladore. In my absence, you, Oliver, will rule. See to it that your men and my girls and our country are properly taken care of. I will return as quickly as possible with my Queen. I will leave tomorrow."
Sir Oliver nodded. "Thank you, Your Excellency. I won't let you down, Your Majesty." Sir Oliver looked up at his King, eyes wide and determined. "I swear to you, in your absence, I will do my best to be a great King."
"Thank you, Sir Oliver," said King Astonen, smiling gratefully. "Kiwi-mat!" called the King to the page.
Qimat was at his side in an instant. How long had he been standing by the entry? Ah, it didn't matter. The King was too distressed to noticed the wet lines on the young cheeks that remained, though the boy had tried to wipe away. "Yes, sir?" came the small voice, hiding all traces of pain and sadness, trying to be strong, like his brother.
"Wake the knights. Inform them to prepare for a journey tomorrow. And tell them it will be a long journey."
"Yes, sir," came the respectful voice again.
"Thank you, Chimney't. You are dismissed to your duties."
Qimat nodded, then hurried off to his work, his head buzzing with all he had just heard, and his heart sinking with what he knew. It hadn't helped that the King had compared him to a fireplace. King Astonen rose, informed Sir Oliver that he was welcome to stay in the Guest Tower instead of the Knight's Quarters if he'd prefer, then headed straight back to bed. Before Qimat had crossed the courtyard to the Knight's Quarters, the King was already asleep and dreaming. This time, though, the dreams were not memories, and they were not anywhere near as pleasant. He again lay on his stomach, but this time he lay on a pillow that was damp.
Qimat hurried to the southeast tower, then ran up the stairs calling to all the knights sleeping there. When they had all risen, a bit more than peeved at the young page, he gave his message. Instantly responding to the command from the King, the knights hurried to get ready for the long journey ahead of them, without the slightest inclination as to what the purpose of their journey was to be.
Having carried out his job, Qimat returned to the Servant's Tower, walking through the east corridor towards the northeast tower. The image of his brother's face, 5 years younger than he would have been, found its way into his mind. Qimat shook his head, willing the picture away and beginning his walk again. He had more important things to do than mourn for his brother. On the way, he paused at the door to the King's room and listened at the door, holding his breath until...
SNNNRRRRGGHHHTTT!!
Qimat allowed himself to exhale. The King was fast asleep. Qimat tip-toed carefully over to the room where Jogyenna and Kioni slept. He knocked quietly on the door, then waited for an answer from either (or both) of the two young princesses.
Inside the room, Jogyenna was resting peacefully. She lay flat on her back, unable to move under the weight of the large book she had fallen asleep while reading. Beside her bed, on the bedside table, a candle burned softly. Despite Raggard's warning her to go to sleep, Jo had, of course, gotten caught up in the story and lost track of time, until time caught up with her and she let her eyelids droop and her mind wander into her dreams of fantasy worlds and adventures and secret languages...
OOC Notes
Across the Black Bridge, night had brought silence upon the kingdom of Yonador. Lights inside the many houses and hovels gradually flickered off as the moon continued its ascent into the sky. The glowing torches of the royal palace were put out as its inhabitants prepared for sleep. As midnight struck the clocks, only one window in one estate remained glowing, revealing the signs of life from within. Some of the most powerful wizards in Yonador gathered around a table to discuss C'elladore's latest tragedy.
At one end of the long table, a decrepit old man sat hunched over, his claw-like fingers intertwined. Patches of white hair hung in wisps around his wrinkled face, which was plagued with jaundice. His skin, much like his wizard's cloak, seemed to simply hang off his weak old bones; by looking closely enough, one could trace the outline of his twisted skeleton. By the looks of his ancient body, it was a wonder he could even hold himself up. In fact, every time he coughed, the woman sitting next to him had to check to see that he was not dying. However, all his strength lay in his hard, icy eyes. If his entire body withered away at that moment, that cutting stare would linger in eternity.
Currently, his gaze traveled the length of the table to meet an identical pair of blue eyes. In all other respects, though, the owner of these eyes was quite the opposite of the aged creature across from him. His skin, a creamy alabaster, had a slight flush that was absent in the old man's - the sign of life and energy coursing through his powerful body. Thick, healthy auburn hair fell to his shoulder blades in waves. And unlike the old wizard's chilling, stone-cold visage, this man's expression blazed with hatred.
"My son." The wizard was the first to speak, his words little more than a raspy whisper. "It has been so long since we last spoke."
"I'm afraid you have no son - only a daughter." The young man's eyes flickered for a moment to the fox-like woman - his little sister. She had no words to offer him, only a small smirk. "What business do you have with me?"
"Please, Cavaroth," the wizard laughed. "No need to be standoffish. I come only to speak of formal matters. I trust you have been informed of the capture of C'elladore's Queen Brienna?"
"I have."
"Of course. As you know, Brienna's family has rivaled ours for generations. The curse we placed upon her was going to finally eliminate her family name and rid us of their burden. However, the wizards of C'elladore came uncomfortably close to discovering a remedy for this curse, so we were forced to intercept her."
Cavaroth scoffed. Rather than face his enemies like a man, his father had used a magic trick to make them disappear. It made him sick. "Always the cowards, you were."
The wizard merely laughed off his biting remark. "Well, my son, our efforts certainly haven't gone unnoticed. Our spies in C'elladore have informed us that the king has already made preparations to depart and rescue Brienna himself. That is what brings me to you, one of Yonadore's most celebrated knights. I beseech you, Cavaroth, to take your finest men and and pursue the king of C'elladore yourself."
Over the top of the table, Cavaroth's powerful hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white. "You expect me to waste my best knights on a journey to humor you and your petty rivalry?"
"This is your rivalry as well as mine, Cavaroth. This is C'elladore's king you must find."
"Enough! I won't have you insult me further." Cavaroth rose abruptly to his feet, turning for the door.
"Setsimi, stop him," the old wizard's voice whispered from behind him. The young woman darted in front of him, standing between him and the doorway. From her pocket, she withdrew a small piece of paper - an official document from Yonador's king.
Cavaroth's eyes widened imperceptibly. This wasn't an informal request from his estranged father; this was a direct order from the King.
Swallowing his pride, he turned to face the old wizard. He sat motionless in his seat, a complacent smile creeping up his face and revealing a mangled row of yellow teeth. "You wouldn't disobey your beloved king, would you?"
"Of course not," he said through gritted teeth.
"If you succeed on this mission, His Highness intends to make you a general of Yonador's armies. Can I tell him you accept this task?"
With some hesitance, Cavaroth dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Now was the time to dispel any feelings he had on the matter at all. In truth, all of the powers of Yonador disgusted him, including the king. Someday, he intended to escape their reign of cunning and deceit and live a more honorable life elsewhere. But if he ever wanted to do that, he had to have enough power and influence. This mission was his opportunity to gain it.
"On behalf of His Excellency, I will stop King Astonen."
At one end of the long table, a decrepit old man sat hunched over, his claw-like fingers intertwined. Patches of white hair hung in wisps around his wrinkled face, which was plagued with jaundice. His skin, much like his wizard's cloak, seemed to simply hang off his weak old bones; by looking closely enough, one could trace the outline of his twisted skeleton. By the looks of his ancient body, it was a wonder he could even hold himself up. In fact, every time he coughed, the woman sitting next to him had to check to see that he was not dying. However, all his strength lay in his hard, icy eyes. If his entire body withered away at that moment, that cutting stare would linger in eternity.
Currently, his gaze traveled the length of the table to meet an identical pair of blue eyes. In all other respects, though, the owner of these eyes was quite the opposite of the aged creature across from him. His skin, a creamy alabaster, had a slight flush that was absent in the old man's - the sign of life and energy coursing through his powerful body. Thick, healthy auburn hair fell to his shoulder blades in waves. And unlike the old wizard's chilling, stone-cold visage, this man's expression blazed with hatred.
"My son." The wizard was the first to speak, his words little more than a raspy whisper. "It has been so long since we last spoke."
"I'm afraid you have no son - only a daughter." The young man's eyes flickered for a moment to the fox-like woman - his little sister. She had no words to offer him, only a small smirk. "What business do you have with me?"
"Please, Cavaroth," the wizard laughed. "No need to be standoffish. I come only to speak of formal matters. I trust you have been informed of the capture of C'elladore's Queen Brienna?"
"I have."
"Of course. As you know, Brienna's family has rivaled ours for generations. The curse we placed upon her was going to finally eliminate her family name and rid us of their burden. However, the wizards of C'elladore came uncomfortably close to discovering a remedy for this curse, so we were forced to intercept her."
Cavaroth scoffed. Rather than face his enemies like a man, his father had used a magic trick to make them disappear. It made him sick. "Always the cowards, you were."
The wizard merely laughed off his biting remark. "Well, my son, our efforts certainly haven't gone unnoticed. Our spies in C'elladore have informed us that the king has already made preparations to depart and rescue Brienna himself. That is what brings me to you, one of Yonadore's most celebrated knights. I beseech you, Cavaroth, to take your finest men and and pursue the king of C'elladore yourself."
Over the top of the table, Cavaroth's powerful hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white. "You expect me to waste my best knights on a journey to humor you and your petty rivalry?"
"This is your rivalry as well as mine, Cavaroth. This is C'elladore's king you must find."
"Enough! I won't have you insult me further." Cavaroth rose abruptly to his feet, turning for the door.
"Setsimi, stop him," the old wizard's voice whispered from behind him. The young woman darted in front of him, standing between him and the doorway. From her pocket, she withdrew a small piece of paper - an official document from Yonador's king.
Cavaroth's eyes widened imperceptibly. This wasn't an informal request from his estranged father; this was a direct order from the King.
Swallowing his pride, he turned to face the old wizard. He sat motionless in his seat, a complacent smile creeping up his face and revealing a mangled row of yellow teeth. "You wouldn't disobey your beloved king, would you?"
"Of course not," he said through gritted teeth.
"If you succeed on this mission, His Highness intends to make you a general of Yonador's armies. Can I tell him you accept this task?"
With some hesitance, Cavaroth dropped to one knee and bowed his head. Now was the time to dispel any feelings he had on the matter at all. In truth, all of the powers of Yonador disgusted him, including the king. Someday, he intended to escape their reign of cunning and deceit and live a more honorable life elsewhere. But if he ever wanted to do that, he had to have enough power and influence. This mission was his opportunity to gain it.
"On behalf of His Excellency, I will stop King Astonen."
OOC Notes
"Alright Boys!It's time to get ready! The King has a job for us, and we aim to please, don't we boys!?", The acting commander, one Marcus Soppman, was yelling at the top of his lungs, "just to make sure we were listening." In realtiy he was lording all of his newfound power over us. You see he had just recently been promoted to Leiutenant Commander of the palace gaurds. Everyone knows that he used his father's influence as The King's top ambassador to achieve his position. He wasn't a knight, He didn't adhere to any codes except his own and his certainly wasn't chivalry. Even so, he was our commanding officer, and we can't disobey direct orders. I slid off of my bunk and stood up to shake Tain, the guy that bunks above mine, awake.
"Alright buddy, upsidaisy. Come on time to wake up. Soppman's on a rant again."
Once I determined that Tain was finally awake, I proceeded to gather my equipment. I lumbered over to my enormous trunk and pulled out my armor pieces.
All of the men in the barracks stared at this giant of a man. as it turns out none of them had ever seen me fully decked out in my armor, and judging from the smell... i believe a few had to change their britches after I left. I looked up to see that Tain was still lying there
"Dammit Tain I don't wanna have to kick yer ass again. Ha ha. Ah... Come on dude get up. I know Soppman's gonna be our commanding officer but come on, Let's just make the best of this and get to work. Ugh... Fine screw it I'll leave you alone. But it's your ass if Soppman finds you sleeping."
"Alright buddy, upsidaisy. Come on time to wake up. Soppman's on a rant again."
Once I determined that Tain was finally awake, I proceeded to gather my equipment. I lumbered over to my enormous trunk and pulled out my armor pieces.
All of the men in the barracks stared at this giant of a man. as it turns out none of them had ever seen me fully decked out in my armor, and judging from the smell... i believe a few had to change their britches after I left. I looked up to see that Tain was still lying there
"Dammit Tain I don't wanna have to kick yer ass again. Ha ha. Ah... Come on dude get up. I know Soppman's gonna be our commanding officer but come on, Let's just make the best of this and get to work. Ugh... Fine screw it I'll leave you alone. But it's your ass if Soppman finds you sleeping."
OOC Notes
Hokona, or "Hana" as she liked to be called, was wide awake. Hana had already received her daily fourteen hours of sleep during the morning and afternoon, so of course she was ready and alert. She peered into the boundless night with it's unlimited amount of stars. This was probably one of the most amazing sights ever. The golden, bright stars pierced the blanket of darkness to form a wonderful display of lights. The only sound that could match this amazing vision was Hana's singing. Her voice was amazing, and although she could reach any note, Hana loved to sing in a lower tone. The powerful voice contrasted her small build, and it made her famous through the kingdom.
Hana decided she wanted to travel to her favorite spot. Within the forest next to C'elladore was a small patch of land. Surrounded by trees and shrubberies, it was almost impossible to find it. It seemed like both the sun and the moon favored this spot because both of them constantly shined their lights into that concentrated area. Hana knew she couldn't go out the obvious exit. There were guards walking around, her father had put her under house arrest at night. Apparently it was too dangerous at night. She could be kidnapped. Oh noes! What will she ever do!? Not one to enjoy dealing with disciplinarians, I mean who does? Hana took the alternative route, through her window. Of course Hana's clumsy nature allowed her to somehow knock down a table that stood on 4 legs, and Gi's instrument came tumbling down. Whoops, got to go! She leaped out of the window, onto the window sill, and hugged the wall. At the other end of the window sill, was a pole. She would inch her way across the wall, and then climb down the pole. She had seen her younger sister Latika do these things all the time, Hana figured it wouldn't be that hard to do.
A warm draft of air covered Hana, and her shortish auburn hair flew in her face. She giggled at the fuzzy feeling she got inside. She continued onward. Hana probably should have trained in this before, but all her sleeping and pondering didn't give her nearly enough time to do anything. Her, and her sister's, room was on the second floor. Falling out of t he window and onto the stone floor would be catastrophic. I suppose that's what windows are for. Hana lost her footing as she neared the pole she would climb down on. Hana didn't scream, it was an annoying sound. She'd rather risk dying than call out for help in a banshee's cry. And so, she fell backwards. Downward and downward she went. A gust of wind blew upward. Of course that wind wasn't going to save her or anything, rather it was the servant boy she fell on.
She got up and the boy seemed dazed. She noted his short golden hair and is small build, Ooh! He's kind of cute. Oh, but he's probably going to wake up and tell daddy. All the servants do. She dragged his body into a little nook of the wall and hid there with him. The noise brought out more servants, and she refused to have more guards following her. It was already enough having sixteen guards personally watching her. Did she really need another sixteen? Her father instilled a new rule, whenever she was caught escaping the castle grounds, the amount of guards watching her would double. Of course the guards chosen were usually not bright, and she could easily manipulate them. Her favorite excuse was "it's that time of month" and she would escape through the bathrooms. Luckily she had no women guards, and used this excuse several times a week. She looked at the boy, he was about her age. The boy smelled of horses, a smell that she didn't mind. Hana had a pony herself, she used it whenever she was in trouble and needed a quick escape from the castle. I wonder what a stable boy was doing here. She hid in the nook and pulled in the boy's legs and stood him up while putting her hand over his mouth.
"What was that noise!"
"It sounded like a crash!"
"Wasn't the stable boy supposed to bring me a message?"
"Probably just an animal."
Hana stood for a few minutes, being forced to listen to pointless banter. Then she heard an interesting piece of news.
"Hey did you hear about Sir Oliver?"
"Oh god, I hope the queen is okay. She's probably one of the most competent and kind and beautiful queens we've had in awhile."
Wait what? Hana herself wasn't that worried. Her mom was cunning, and beautiful. Her mother could probably talk a horde of wolves out of eating her. But Hana knew she had to tell her sisters. Something about sisters never keep secrets. And she didn't feel like engaging in more pointless arguments, so she readied herself up to climb the pole back to her room.
Hana decided she wanted to travel to her favorite spot. Within the forest next to C'elladore was a small patch of land. Surrounded by trees and shrubberies, it was almost impossible to find it. It seemed like both the sun and the moon favored this spot because both of them constantly shined their lights into that concentrated area. Hana knew she couldn't go out the obvious exit. There were guards walking around, her father had put her under house arrest at night. Apparently it was too dangerous at night. She could be kidnapped. Oh noes! What will she ever do!? Not one to enjoy dealing with disciplinarians, I mean who does? Hana took the alternative route, through her window. Of course Hana's clumsy nature allowed her to somehow knock down a table that stood on 4 legs, and Gi's instrument came tumbling down. Whoops, got to go! She leaped out of the window, onto the window sill, and hugged the wall. At the other end of the window sill, was a pole. She would inch her way across the wall, and then climb down the pole. She had seen her younger sister Latika do these things all the time, Hana figured it wouldn't be that hard to do.
A warm draft of air covered Hana, and her shortish auburn hair flew in her face. She giggled at the fuzzy feeling she got inside. She continued onward. Hana probably should have trained in this before, but all her sleeping and pondering didn't give her nearly enough time to do anything. Her, and her sister's, room was on the second floor. Falling out of t he window and onto the stone floor would be catastrophic. I suppose that's what windows are for. Hana lost her footing as she neared the pole she would climb down on. Hana didn't scream, it was an annoying sound. She'd rather risk dying than call out for help in a banshee's cry. And so, she fell backwards. Downward and downward she went. A gust of wind blew upward. Of course that wind wasn't going to save her or anything, rather it was the servant boy she fell on.
She got up and the boy seemed dazed. She noted his short golden hair and is small build, Ooh! He's kind of cute. Oh, but he's probably going to wake up and tell daddy. All the servants do. She dragged his body into a little nook of the wall and hid there with him. The noise brought out more servants, and she refused to have more guards following her. It was already enough having sixteen guards personally watching her. Did she really need another sixteen? Her father instilled a new rule, whenever she was caught escaping the castle grounds, the amount of guards watching her would double. Of course the guards chosen were usually not bright, and she could easily manipulate them. Her favorite excuse was "it's that time of month" and she would escape through the bathrooms. Luckily she had no women guards, and used this excuse several times a week. She looked at the boy, he was about her age. The boy smelled of horses, a smell that she didn't mind. Hana had a pony herself, she used it whenever she was in trouble and needed a quick escape from the castle. I wonder what a stable boy was doing here. She hid in the nook and pulled in the boy's legs and stood him up while putting her hand over his mouth.
"What was that noise!"
"It sounded like a crash!"
"Wasn't the stable boy supposed to bring me a message?"
"Probably just an animal."
Hana stood for a few minutes, being forced to listen to pointless banter. Then she heard an interesting piece of news.
"Hey did you hear about Sir Oliver?"
"Oh god, I hope the queen is okay. She's probably one of the most competent and kind and beautiful queens we've had in awhile."
Wait what? Hana herself wasn't that worried. Her mom was cunning, and beautiful. Her mother could probably talk a horde of wolves out of eating her. But Hana knew she had to tell her sisters. Something about sisters never keep secrets. And she didn't feel like engaging in more pointless arguments, so she readied herself up to climb the pole back to her room.
OOC Notes
After persistent shaking and nudging on Ekken's part, Tain finally sat up on the top bunk of the bed, his blonde curls sticking out in every possible direction. For the last few minutes, he had tried to tune out the raucous yelling of his fellow guards and stable boys. After all, his dreams had been much more interesting. As he drifted in and out of sleep, he imagined himself dressed in knight's garb atop a great stallion, looking altogether manly and heroic. In his dream, he had saved one of the princesses from a band of crooks, and then saved her once again by wrestling a dragon into submission with his bare hands. To repay him for his bravery, she agreed to marry him, and hand in hand, the two skipped off into the setting sun...
Finally, Soppman's booming voice and Ekken's shaking shattered his fragile dream, and he was forced to leap down from the top bunk and pull on his boots. "I'm up, I'm up," he insisted, but he made no comment about the threat of ass-kicking. As quickly as he could, Tain threw a shirt over his head, grabbed his sword from the rack, and made his way outside. However, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. The guards usually had no important business at this hour; what was the occasion?
He turned to his bunk-mate to see if he was following, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Do you know what's going on today?"
Usually, he tried to avoid talking to the other guards; more often than not, they simply liked to tease him about his job as Neema's bodyguard. In truth, he liked the youngest princess quite a bit, and to watch out for her was an honor. Rather than explain this to the other boys, though, he preferred to keep his mouth shut. But Ekken rarely heckled him about the subject, so Tain had grown fairly comfortable around him. As he walked next to this hulk of a man, though, he looked even scrawnier than usual.
Finally, Soppman's booming voice and Ekken's shaking shattered his fragile dream, and he was forced to leap down from the top bunk and pull on his boots. "I'm up, I'm up," he insisted, but he made no comment about the threat of ass-kicking. As quickly as he could, Tain threw a shirt over his head, grabbed his sword from the rack, and made his way outside. However, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. The guards usually had no important business at this hour; what was the occasion?
He turned to his bunk-mate to see if he was following, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Do you know what's going on today?"
Usually, he tried to avoid talking to the other guards; more often than not, they simply liked to tease him about his job as Neema's bodyguard. In truth, he liked the youngest princess quite a bit, and to watch out for her was an honor. Rather than explain this to the other boys, though, he preferred to keep his mouth shut. But Ekken rarely heckled him about the subject, so Tain had grown fairly comfortable around him. As he walked next to this hulk of a man, though, he looked even scrawnier than usual.
OOC Notes
"I have no idea what the hell is going on. I planned on going to my brothers chamber to see how his last assignment went though and to see if he has any clue as to what might be going on."
I tied my scarf around my neck and threw the two excessively long ends behind me, from the side it would look surprisingly like a cape. This complimented my armor and made me look like the epitome of knighthood, bold, dashing, heroic, everything a knight should be.
"You are most certainly welcome to come along, but I'm not staying here that'sfor damn sure."
I tied my scarf around my neck and threw the two excessively long ends behind me, from the side it would look surprisingly like a cape. This complimented my armor and made me look like the epitome of knighthood, bold, dashing, heroic, everything a knight should be.
"You are most certainly welcome to come along, but I'm not staying here that'sfor damn sure."
OOC Notes
If there was anyone capable of ignoring the chaos associated with the return of Sir Oliver, it would have to be Neema. Princess Neema, to be specific. And the reason she was capable of such innocent? Her age, which happened to be five.
"Tain! Tainatainatain!" She screeched, dashing down the hallways. When her friend-slash-guard did not immediately respond to her childish cries, she stomped her foot, then dodged around the arms of a maid who tried to grab her, jumping down a staircase. "Jogyennnnnnn!"
As she made her way rather rapidly to the banquet hall, which was pretty much empty at this time during the day, she spouted off the names of various servants and such that she knew well. "Latika! Fahn! Hana! Phillip!"
After a few minutes, this grew tiresome for the young girl, whose blond hair streamed behind her like some sort of banner. Stopping in the middle of the hall, with several servants running her direction, she grinned broadly, then started climbing one of the benches that people were supposed to sit at. This took longer than expected, since she was roughly three inches taller than the bench itself. Her gray dress lost any sense of floatiness as she reached the top and tried climbing up to the barren table itself.
Just as Neema reached her goal and stood proudly atop the table, one of her handmaidens rushed up. "Your Highness, you must stop dashing about like some kind of mad beast!" the woman said, wringing her hands and trying to grab Neema, who dodged cheerfully and started running once more. "Stop running!"
Neema stopped abruptly and the handmaiden ran too far beyond her due to momentum. "Neema a cheetah! Grawr!"
"Neema needs a bath!"
"No! Cheetahs no need bath!"
After several more minutes of such, Neema eventually expressing a desire to go bathe in a stream in the woods, the woman simply gave up and stood by the door. Luckily for her, two other guards were walking by, and so she said loudly as Neema cavorted on the tables a few yards away, "Are either of you familiar with Princess Neema? She's being a little monster!"
"Tain! Tainatainatain!" She screeched, dashing down the hallways. When her friend-slash-guard did not immediately respond to her childish cries, she stomped her foot, then dodged around the arms of a maid who tried to grab her, jumping down a staircase. "Jogyennnnnnn!"
As she made her way rather rapidly to the banquet hall, which was pretty much empty at this time during the day, she spouted off the names of various servants and such that she knew well. "Latika! Fahn! Hana! Phillip!"
After a few minutes, this grew tiresome for the young girl, whose blond hair streamed behind her like some sort of banner. Stopping in the middle of the hall, with several servants running her direction, she grinned broadly, then started climbing one of the benches that people were supposed to sit at. This took longer than expected, since she was roughly three inches taller than the bench itself. Her gray dress lost any sense of floatiness as she reached the top and tried climbing up to the barren table itself.
Just as Neema reached her goal and stood proudly atop the table, one of her handmaidens rushed up. "Your Highness, you must stop dashing about like some kind of mad beast!" the woman said, wringing her hands and trying to grab Neema, who dodged cheerfully and started running once more. "Stop running!"
Neema stopped abruptly and the handmaiden ran too far beyond her due to momentum. "Neema a cheetah! Grawr!"
"Neema needs a bath!"
"No! Cheetahs no need bath!"
After several more minutes of such, Neema eventually expressing a desire to go bathe in a stream in the woods, the woman simply gave up and stood by the door. Luckily for her, two other guards were walking by, and so she said loudly as Neema cavorted on the tables a few yards away, "Are either of you familiar with Princess Neema? She's being a little monster!"
OOC Notes
Phillip always happened to be nearby when anything important happened. It was both a blessing and a curse at times.
For example, he was the one instructed to greet Sir Oliver upon his return, along with the King's page, Qimat. Upon receiving him, he ran to the stable with the knight's steed, but soon after, he followed behind, remembering clearly the day that the beautiful Queen had left, this brave warrior by her side. Now, however, he looked simply defeated, and the curiosity of the quiet fourteen-year-old got the better of him.
Listening at the door, his eyes grew wide with shock and fear. He had adept hearing, thanks to sleeping in a loft above the stables during the night. He heard every word - and comprehended their meaning as well. The Queen was in grave danger, and now the King would do something foolish enough to screw the kingdom of C'elladore over forever - leaving not a single male heir in his place, in case of an untimely demise.
Phillip crouched back underneath a table just in time to avoid discovery by the knight and the page as they left the king's chamber. Standing up straight, he fixed his golden hair and headed back out of the castle, fear in his heart.
Another example of the boy being in the right place at the wrong time occurred just minutes later, as he walked outside to deliver the news to Yong, the man who keeps the king's horses (and the only other person with keys to the stable). Hearing a strange noise above him, he stopped in his tracks, looking up - only to see a flash of pink fabric before lights exploded his eyes.
What just happened? he thought, trying to get his bearings. He had just come to the conclusion that someone had fallen on him, knocking him over, before he felt himself being dragged, probably by the person who had fallen on him.
Before he could think much more, he realized that the person was not just any person, but Princess Hokona, of all people. She forced him to stand upright, then covered his mouth. This was slightly embarrassing, since she was taller and probably able to beat him up, if she desired. What, is she trying to kidnap me or-
That was when they overheard a portion of the 'news'. Phillip quickly realized that the news was new to the princess, who looked disturbed and a bit annoyed. Strange emotions. Still, he felt he should tell her what he knew. Oddly, his mouth wasn't working. He merely gaped at the princess, unsure of what to say.
For example, he was the one instructed to greet Sir Oliver upon his return, along with the King's page, Qimat. Upon receiving him, he ran to the stable with the knight's steed, but soon after, he followed behind, remembering clearly the day that the beautiful Queen had left, this brave warrior by her side. Now, however, he looked simply defeated, and the curiosity of the quiet fourteen-year-old got the better of him.
Listening at the door, his eyes grew wide with shock and fear. He had adept hearing, thanks to sleeping in a loft above the stables during the night. He heard every word - and comprehended their meaning as well. The Queen was in grave danger, and now the King would do something foolish enough to screw the kingdom of C'elladore over forever - leaving not a single male heir in his place, in case of an untimely demise.
Phillip crouched back underneath a table just in time to avoid discovery by the knight and the page as they left the king's chamber. Standing up straight, he fixed his golden hair and headed back out of the castle, fear in his heart.
Another example of the boy being in the right place at the wrong time occurred just minutes later, as he walked outside to deliver the news to Yong, the man who keeps the king's horses (and the only other person with keys to the stable). Hearing a strange noise above him, he stopped in his tracks, looking up - only to see a flash of pink fabric before lights exploded his eyes.
What just happened? he thought, trying to get his bearings. He had just come to the conclusion that someone had fallen on him, knocking him over, before he felt himself being dragged, probably by the person who had fallen on him.
Before he could think much more, he realized that the person was not just any person, but Princess Hokona, of all people. She forced him to stand upright, then covered his mouth. This was slightly embarrassing, since she was taller and probably able to beat him up, if she desired. What, is she trying to kidnap me or-
That was when they overheard a portion of the 'news'. Phillip quickly realized that the news was new to the princess, who looked disturbed and a bit annoyed. Strange emotions. Still, he felt he should tell her what he knew. Oddly, his mouth wasn't working. He merely gaped at the princess, unsure of what to say.
OOC Notes
The all-too familiar shouting of the youngest princess turned Tain's attention to her. As usual, she was drawing as much attention to herself as possible and giving the servants nothing but trouble. As much as he pitied the poor woman trying to chase after her, Tain could not help but laugh. When he looked at the little princess, he wanted very much to be a child again.
"Sorry, Ekken; duty calls. Let me know what you find out." Tain playfully saluted his friend before he rushed to Neema. Even though it felt strange to bow before a five year old, Tain always felt compelled to abide by protocol; when he approached her, he kneeled. "At your service, Princess Neema."
Rising to his feet, he reached for the little girl and swooped her into the air. To the frazzled servant, he nodded his head apologetically. "I'm Neema's personal guard. Don't worry, I'll see to it that she is bathed. Sorry for the trouble, ma'am."
At the sound of her name, a young girl's face peeked into the hall. Where she had been moments before, no one could say; Princess Latika had stealth down to an art. Over the last few hours, she had been here and there, picking up little bits of information about the latest news. By this time, she knew everything. She hadn't slept a wink, so her hair looked just as tidy as it had before, but her bright eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Judging by the look of her baby sister, not everyone had heard the awful news yet.
Cautiously, Latika stepped out into the hallway, keeping her eyes on the ground. She wanted desperately to find one of her older sisters - preferably Dreya, or maybe Jo - someone who could help her make sense of all the thoughts buzzing in her brain. She just wanted someone to tell her that her mother would be all right.
"Sorry, Ekken; duty calls. Let me know what you find out." Tain playfully saluted his friend before he rushed to Neema. Even though it felt strange to bow before a five year old, Tain always felt compelled to abide by protocol; when he approached her, he kneeled. "At your service, Princess Neema."
Rising to his feet, he reached for the little girl and swooped her into the air. To the frazzled servant, he nodded his head apologetically. "I'm Neema's personal guard. Don't worry, I'll see to it that she is bathed. Sorry for the trouble, ma'am."
At the sound of her name, a young girl's face peeked into the hall. Where she had been moments before, no one could say; Princess Latika had stealth down to an art. Over the last few hours, she had been here and there, picking up little bits of information about the latest news. By this time, she knew everything. She hadn't slept a wink, so her hair looked just as tidy as it had before, but her bright eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Judging by the look of her baby sister, not everyone had heard the awful news yet.
Cautiously, Latika stepped out into the hallway, keeping her eyes on the ground. She wanted desperately to find one of her older sisters - preferably Dreya, or maybe Jo - someone who could help her make sense of all the thoughts buzzing in her brain. She just wanted someone to tell her that her mother would be all right.
OOC Notes
"Hmm..." I looked over casually to see Princess Latika creeping into the hallway. When she was looking away I made my move. I quickly and silently (despite my heavy armor) strode in front of the princess, without her realizing i moved.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Sneaky princesses shouldn't be out of their rooms after bedtime."
I crossed my arms and looked down at her as a smug smile played across my face.
"Well go on, explain yourself... hm... Your Highness have you been crying? What's wrong?"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Sneaky princesses shouldn't be out of their rooms after bedtime."
I crossed my arms and looked down at her as a smug smile played across my face.
"Well go on, explain yourself... hm... Your Highness have you been crying? What's wrong?"
OOC Notes
In a room at the far end of the castle, Gitanav, Or Gi, held a violin upon her shoulder playing a tune that matched the softness of the breeze flowing through. Her light colored hair was bound up in a knot around the nape of her neck her eyes partly closed as she listened to the melody. Her dark dress contrasted in the suns rays and her green tented eyes looked solemn there.
It had been five years since she had seen her mother, and as childish as Gi knew it was, she missed her. Though she didn't often tell her sisters this, they had other things to worry about. The sisters seemed to have no secrets, but Gi was probably one of the most quiet. That was fine she didn't want everyone knowing her thoughts. A small smile tucked a corner of her mouth up as she thought about the years before.
Will we ever get them back? Gi let the violin off her shoulder as her bangs covered her eyes, which looked off at the other instruments in the room. She had practiced most of them but the one that took her by both hands the most was the one with the black and white keys. Sitting there on the seat in front of the piano, Gi didn't lay one of her finger tips on the keys as she stared at her reflection on its black surface.
What was it about the feeling of being alone that could eat away the smile you worked so hard on? If one person went missing, it would always be the one that you trusted the most. Unfortunately, the girl would have to deal with it.
A finger touched a black key of the piano, pressed it down slowly, which let it barely make a sound.
It had been five years since she had seen her mother, and as childish as Gi knew it was, she missed her. Though she didn't often tell her sisters this, they had other things to worry about. The sisters seemed to have no secrets, but Gi was probably one of the most quiet. That was fine she didn't want everyone knowing her thoughts. A small smile tucked a corner of her mouth up as she thought about the years before.
Will we ever get them back? Gi let the violin off her shoulder as her bangs covered her eyes, which looked off at the other instruments in the room. She had practiced most of them but the one that took her by both hands the most was the one with the black and white keys. Sitting there on the seat in front of the piano, Gi didn't lay one of her finger tips on the keys as she stared at her reflection on its black surface.
What was it about the feeling of being alone that could eat away the smile you worked so hard on? If one person went missing, it would always be the one that you trusted the most. Unfortunately, the girl would have to deal with it.
A finger touched a black key of the piano, pressed it down slowly, which let it barely make a sound.
OOC Notes
Illuminated by the light of the full moon, the man with the sack-cloth bag over his head twitched. His legs jerked and kicked in a futile attempt to prolong his already ended life. The crowd looked on, for the most part silent in the cool midnight breeze. Public hangings were common-place, but a night-time hanging? Whoever's head occupied the noose must have been a truely evil being (or at least one deserving of such a special death). Several on-lookers jeered and made crude cat-calls, others carried wide-eyed children on their shoulders. One, a young girl with dark brown hair and a heart-shaped face cried against the shoulder of another woman who stood tall and proud by the scaffold, presumably her mother. Then, with a sudden and final spasm of the legs, the man hung motionless; swinging gently in the night air.
The handsome young man with a dark blonde pony-tail and mis-matched eyes watched all of this from the roof of the church, bent on one knee. He was shining an apple on his waist-coat.
He took a bite and rose, rubbing the left leg of his leather trousers down with his free hand. Turning away from the scene, his faded red woolen cloak billowing out behind him, he moved nimble as a cat to the bell-tower. Pausing, he tossed the apple-core from the roof and then quietly began his descent. He took care to place his feet on the edges of the old wooden stairs. It would not do well for a guard to hear him. He didn't want to be on the end of the next rope. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairwell he stopped and listened. Not a sound permeated the old church, the isles and stalls silent. Even the priest had left his Sacred House to watch the execution. The young man made his way quickly down the centre of the church and exited through the heavy wooden doors, still without making a sound. Not even a creak from the doors hinted to him having ever been there. Upon finding himself in the street he took to the nearest alley and made his way towards the Merchant's District. He was in need of a drink, and there was bound to be an inn or tavern still serving somewhere. He might even rent himself a room.
The handsome young man with a dark blonde pony-tail and mis-matched eyes watched all of this from the roof of the church, bent on one knee. He was shining an apple on his waist-coat.
He took a bite and rose, rubbing the left leg of his leather trousers down with his free hand. Turning away from the scene, his faded red woolen cloak billowing out behind him, he moved nimble as a cat to the bell-tower. Pausing, he tossed the apple-core from the roof and then quietly began his descent. He took care to place his feet on the edges of the old wooden stairs. It would not do well for a guard to hear him. He didn't want to be on the end of the next rope. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairwell he stopped and listened. Not a sound permeated the old church, the isles and stalls silent. Even the priest had left his Sacred House to watch the execution. The young man made his way quickly down the centre of the church and exited through the heavy wooden doors, still without making a sound. Not even a creak from the doors hinted to him having ever been there. Upon finding himself in the street he took to the nearest alley and made his way towards the Merchant's District. He was in need of a drink, and there was bound to be an inn or tavern still serving somewhere. He might even rent himself a room.
OOC Notes
Amidst all the chaos that Neema had caused in the hallway, Latika had planned to make it across the hallway without being stopped. However, as she walked, she heard the clunk of a knight's armor, and two large boots appeared in her path. Startled, she looked up at the bear-like man who had stopped her. Of course, he could see the traces of tears in her eyes, and when he asked her what the trouble was, she blushed furiously. She immediately turned her eyes back to the ground, letting her blonde bangs fall over her face like a curtain.
The man who stood before Latika was obviously a knight, and at first she thought he could give her more information on the current situation. Then again, if he couldn't even decipher why she was crying, odds were he wouldn't be much help to her. Without saying a word to him, Latika rushed past him and walked briskly toward the staircase that led to her chambers.
Spilling her tears all over one of the king's knights would not do any good, she reminded herself. If she was going to tell anyone what she had just learned, it would be one of her sisters. She needed to find Dreya or Jo, and soon.
The man who stood before Latika was obviously a knight, and at first she thought he could give her more information on the current situation. Then again, if he couldn't even decipher why she was crying, odds were he wouldn't be much help to her. Without saying a word to him, Latika rushed past him and walked briskly toward the staircase that led to her chambers.
Spilling her tears all over one of the king's knights would not do any good, she reminded herself. If she was going to tell anyone what she had just learned, it would be one of her sisters. She needed to find Dreya or Jo, and soon.
OOC Notes
Oliver had been alone in the King's throne room for some time now. Having long since overcome the initial shock of having been declared king pro tem, he was now deeply confused.
Although Oliver could not sympathise with old Astonen's feelings - having never had a woman himself, or even having been in love - he could understand the root of his motivations. The king was shocked and hurt by the loss of his wife, and wasn't in a good state of mind to be making regal decisions. This was a perfectly normal thing for someone to feel after the sudden loss of one who loved someone as much as Astonen loved Brienna.
The ride for vengeance, however? Oliver could not support that motion. Astonen was strong; true, but he was also much older than even the oldest castle guard. The guards would follow his command, yes - they were trained to follow Astonen's every command; the royal lap-dogs of C'elladore. But the guard was not the Order of the Knights of C'elladore. And Oliver knew that the Order would oppose Astonen's mission. They would oppose, but in the end Astonen's stronger will would win out - without a Knight Captain to unify the knights, the Order would not have the willpower to oppose Astonen, and would quickly be subjugated and made to help this campaign. And to what end? A massive contingent of the Order's greatest knights had been killed at the massacre - there was no other word for it - at Lake Lilywillow. The remaining knights were head and shoulders above the Guard, but they were still but stablehands compared to the knights who died at Lilywillow. If they were to face the Yonadoran knights in battle, they would surely fall. And then, as dominoes fell in that ancient game, so would fall the Guardsmen, and then - eventually - his king.
And what of Oliver? No matter how temporary his posting was, Oliver had no idea how to run a kingdom. His place was on the battlefield, leading troops - not ministering to an entire sovereign nation.
There was no more speaking of it. Astonen would have to be dissuaded from this mission, one way or another. Oliver sat in the throne of King Astonen and felt the weight of a nation settle itself upon his broad shoulders. He placed his chin in one open palm, and began to think.
Although Oliver could not sympathise with old Astonen's feelings - having never had a woman himself, or even having been in love - he could understand the root of his motivations. The king was shocked and hurt by the loss of his wife, and wasn't in a good state of mind to be making regal decisions. This was a perfectly normal thing for someone to feel after the sudden loss of one who loved someone as much as Astonen loved Brienna.
The ride for vengeance, however? Oliver could not support that motion. Astonen was strong; true, but he was also much older than even the oldest castle guard. The guards would follow his command, yes - they were trained to follow Astonen's every command; the royal lap-dogs of C'elladore. But the guard was not the Order of the Knights of C'elladore. And Oliver knew that the Order would oppose Astonen's mission. They would oppose, but in the end Astonen's stronger will would win out - without a Knight Captain to unify the knights, the Order would not have the willpower to oppose Astonen, and would quickly be subjugated and made to help this campaign. And to what end? A massive contingent of the Order's greatest knights had been killed at the massacre - there was no other word for it - at Lake Lilywillow. The remaining knights were head and shoulders above the Guard, but they were still but stablehands compared to the knights who died at Lilywillow. If they were to face the Yonadoran knights in battle, they would surely fall. And then, as dominoes fell in that ancient game, so would fall the Guardsmen, and then - eventually - his king.
And what of Oliver? No matter how temporary his posting was, Oliver had no idea how to run a kingdom. His place was on the battlefield, leading troops - not ministering to an entire sovereign nation.
There was no more speaking of it. Astonen would have to be dissuaded from this mission, one way or another. Oliver sat in the throne of King Astonen and felt the weight of a nation settle itself upon his broad shoulders. He placed his chin in one open palm, and began to think.
OOC Notes
Jogyenna woke at the sound of the knock on the door. She opened it to find Qimat, who related what he had heard to her. Mind already racing, Jo went to each of her sister's rooms to awake them, Qimat trailing behind. In doing so, she found that many of the doors were already open and her sisters already out of bed. Had any of them heard?
Father will certainly be awake soon, Jogyenna thought. In the mean time, I must tell my sisters what has happened, and what will happen. Father is a fool to leave his country without a proper heir, and without a proper plan. It must not be allowed. We'll have to think of something. She did not have enough time to wait for her sisters to awaken. She had to come up with something to stop the King. She hurriedly scrawled a note and hung it on the door of her oldest sister, Chira's, room.
Chira-
Please get the rest of the sisters and have them meet me in the dining hall. I have something to tell you all. And we must do something. Please hurry.
Jogyenna
Jo held the parchment a bit in front of her, glancing at her work. The perfunctory note scribbled in her dark, thick handwriting was certainly not her best. It was no literary masterpiece, but it would do for the time being. Her head wasn't in the right place for writing, she was much too worried about her father and the kingdom. With that, she hurried to the dining hall through the north hallway. Qimat hesitated behind her, reading the note. She did not wait for him. In fact, lost in her thoughts, she had entirely forgotten he was there.
As she entered the throne room, she found Sir Oliver standing there, in a state of shock.
Did he see me? her head pounded. Say something!
"Sir Oliver," she managed at last, trying to feign surprise at seeing him. "You're back!"
Don't let him find out you're planning to disobey the king, she thought over and over again. Whatever you do, you can't let anyone find out.
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Spots of light formed behind King Astonen's eyes as the sun rose outside his window. At last, he awoke. His head ached with the pressure of the nightmares he had had that night, and his heart was sore with fear and worry for his beloved wife. Still, he knew he could not stand around and do nothing. He had to save her, no matter what. She meant everything to him. She was everything to him.
The King quickly dressed himself, not bothering to call in servants to help him. When he exited his chambers, he was surprised to find that the vast majority of the castle was already awake. He did not notice his smartest daughter turning the corner on the north side of the corridor, but he did see Qimat still standing at Chira's door. "Shy-met," the King called. The boy looked up, struggling not to roll his eyes at the butchered attempt. "Come here." The boy obeyed. "Have everyone in the castle get ready and meet in the Throne- no, it's too small- in the dining hall. I will address them there. I have something... important... to tell them."
Qimat nodded and went to his work throughout the castle, summoning everyone to the west part of the castle. Running through the castle, the young page called, "Everyone to the dining hall! King's orders! All servants and knights and guard included! The King has an announcement!"
The King went out into the courtyard and sat by the fountain, thinking about what he would say to everyone once they had assembled. He pulled a half-Guilador from the pocket of his robes, looked at the portrait of the Queen on the front, and sighed. He rubbed the coin between his thumb and forefinger, his forehead wrinkled in thought. Then, with a careless motion, he flicked the coin up and into the marble fountain, with a wish that hadn't been answered in 5 years.
Father will certainly be awake soon, Jogyenna thought. In the mean time, I must tell my sisters what has happened, and what will happen. Father is a fool to leave his country without a proper heir, and without a proper plan. It must not be allowed. We'll have to think of something. She did not have enough time to wait for her sisters to awaken. She had to come up with something to stop the King. She hurriedly scrawled a note and hung it on the door of her oldest sister, Chira's, room.
Chira-
Please get the rest of the sisters and have them meet me in the dining hall. I have something to tell you all. And we must do something. Please hurry.
Jogyenna
Jo held the parchment a bit in front of her, glancing at her work. The perfunctory note scribbled in her dark, thick handwriting was certainly not her best. It was no literary masterpiece, but it would do for the time being. Her head wasn't in the right place for writing, she was much too worried about her father and the kingdom. With that, she hurried to the dining hall through the north hallway. Qimat hesitated behind her, reading the note. She did not wait for him. In fact, lost in her thoughts, she had entirely forgotten he was there.
As she entered the throne room, she found Sir Oliver standing there, in a state of shock.
Did he see me? her head pounded. Say something!
"Sir Oliver," she managed at last, trying to feign surprise at seeing him. "You're back!"
Don't let him find out you're planning to disobey the king, she thought over and over again. Whatever you do, you can't let anyone find out.
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Spots of light formed behind King Astonen's eyes as the sun rose outside his window. At last, he awoke. His head ached with the pressure of the nightmares he had had that night, and his heart was sore with fear and worry for his beloved wife. Still, he knew he could not stand around and do nothing. He had to save her, no matter what. She meant everything to him. She was everything to him.
The King quickly dressed himself, not bothering to call in servants to help him. When he exited his chambers, he was surprised to find that the vast majority of the castle was already awake. He did not notice his smartest daughter turning the corner on the north side of the corridor, but he did see Qimat still standing at Chira's door. "Shy-met," the King called. The boy looked up, struggling not to roll his eyes at the butchered attempt. "Come here." The boy obeyed. "Have everyone in the castle get ready and meet in the Throne- no, it's too small- in the dining hall. I will address them there. I have something... important... to tell them."
Qimat nodded and went to his work throughout the castle, summoning everyone to the west part of the castle. Running through the castle, the young page called, "Everyone to the dining hall! King's orders! All servants and knights and guard included! The King has an announcement!"
The King went out into the courtyard and sat by the fountain, thinking about what he would say to everyone once they had assembled. He pulled a half-Guilador from the pocket of his robes, looked at the portrait of the Queen on the front, and sighed. He rubbed the coin between his thumb and forefinger, his forehead wrinkled in thought. Then, with a careless motion, he flicked the coin up and into the marble fountain, with a wish that hadn't been answered in 5 years.
OOC Notes
Oliver was still deep in thought, trying to get into the mindset of royalty. He had decided that he needed to rally the Order of Knights and talk some sense into the King, citing the reason that he wasn't ready for his kingship, and the damage dealt to the Order would take time to recover from, and besides, you are in no condition to fight a war, my liege -
A voice came from across the throne room, startling him and shaking him from his thoughts. He looked across the throne room and, at first, saw nothing. "Who goes there?" He said, his practiced, controlled voice not letting on any of his inner strife. After a few moments, his sight cleared, and he noticed Jogyenna standing across the throne room from him, looking surprised. He relaxed, and lowered his hand from where his sword still sat around his waist.
"Oh. Jogyenna." Oliver put up a brief smile. "I suppose Qimat-" (here he used the proper pronunciation of the servant's name) "has informed you of what has happened."
A voice came from across the throne room, startling him and shaking him from his thoughts. He looked across the throne room and, at first, saw nothing. "Who goes there?" He said, his practiced, controlled voice not letting on any of his inner strife. After a few moments, his sight cleared, and he noticed Jogyenna standing across the throne room from him, looking surprised. He relaxed, and lowered his hand from where his sword still sat around his waist.
"Oh. Jogyenna." Oliver put up a brief smile. "I suppose Qimat-" (here he used the proper pronunciation of the servant's name) "has informed you of what has happened."
OOC Notes
Since he was already standing in the dining hall, Tain was able to remain where he was. He sat down on one of the long benches, releasing his grip on Neema and shooting her a nervous glance. Very rarely did King Astonen call for all of the castle's inhabitants to converge like this. A mixture of excitement and anxiety brewed in the pit of his stomach as he quietly wondered what the king had to announce. Was he perhaps giving up on his quest for an heir and handing the throne to one of his daughters? Was there an impending invasion from Yonador? He had no clue.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tain saw Ekken still standing in the middle of the hall. He called out to get his attention and waved him over. "Oi, Ekken! Over here."
When she heard the young guard steal the attention of the bear man, Latika quickened her pace. On the off chance that he decided to follow and interrogate her, this distraction was her chance to get away. She would be back in the dining hall in time to hear the announcement, but she was certain she already knew what her father would say. Right now, she wanted to be with her sisters.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tain saw Ekken still standing in the middle of the hall. He called out to get his attention and waved him over. "Oi, Ekken! Over here."
When she heard the young guard steal the attention of the bear man, Latika quickened her pace. On the off chance that he decided to follow and interrogate her, this distraction was her chance to get away. She would be back in the dining hall in time to hear the announcement, but she was certain she already knew what her father would say. Right now, she wanted to be with her sisters.
OOC Notes
Jogyenna smiled. He's good, she thought, entertained. She had not noticed his hand go to his sword, or else she might have been more frightened, even more careful. She would have known he was a bit on edge. However, Jo was not one to understand these things. That was more the forte of her sister and roommate, Kioni. She hesitated before speaking, thinking through her next words, her new plan of action, thoroughly before continuing the conversation.
"Am I that easy to read?" she asked, crossing to him, acting as friendly and carefree as she could.
Should I act more distressed? the Princess wondered. My mother was captured, after all, and all of Sir Oliver's knights killed... all of them... Oh, Qimat! His brother! And I didn't say anything, I was so worried about my father. Poor thing! I'm such an idiot. He must hate me...
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, bringing herself out of her thoughts and back into the real world. Her eyes cleared and she saw Sir Oliver again.
Don't let him know your plans, she repeated in her thoughts again. Focus on that for now. Don't let him so much as guess. Just... don't.
Jogyenna held a sigh in her head that she didn't let release through her lips.
I can read books on native C'elladoran and advanced mathematics as well as anyone... and yet I can't read people to save my life. Does he know what I'm thinking? Does he... Oh, hush your thoughts and listen to what he's saying, Jogyenna!
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By this time, Qimat had gotten the message out to everyone in the castle that he could find, so he made his own way to the dining hall. And he most certainly didn't hate Princess Jogyenna, for he would not expect anyone to think of him in such a hectic time. Even Qimat wasn't really thinking about his brother, or, at least, he had tried his hardest to put it from his mind.
The King looked at the water falling from one level of the pretty marble fountain to the next, without really looking at it. It had been his wife's idea to add the fountain to the courtyard. She said the sound of rushing water always soothed her, like the smell of pumpkin pie cooking on Christmas morning. He wished he could find the same comfort as easily as she had.
"Am I that easy to read?" she asked, crossing to him, acting as friendly and carefree as she could.
Should I act more distressed? the Princess wondered. My mother was captured, after all, and all of Sir Oliver's knights killed... all of them... Oh, Qimat! His brother! And I didn't say anything, I was so worried about my father. Poor thing! I'm such an idiot. He must hate me...
She shook her head almost imperceptibly, bringing herself out of her thoughts and back into the real world. Her eyes cleared and she saw Sir Oliver again.
Don't let him know your plans, she repeated in her thoughts again. Focus on that for now. Don't let him so much as guess. Just... don't.
Jogyenna held a sigh in her head that she didn't let release through her lips.
I can read books on native C'elladoran and advanced mathematics as well as anyone... and yet I can't read people to save my life. Does he know what I'm thinking? Does he... Oh, hush your thoughts and listen to what he's saying, Jogyenna!
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By this time, Qimat had gotten the message out to everyone in the castle that he could find, so he made his own way to the dining hall. And he most certainly didn't hate Princess Jogyenna, for he would not expect anyone to think of him in such a hectic time. Even Qimat wasn't really thinking about his brother, or, at least, he had tried his hardest to put it from his mind.
The King looked at the water falling from one level of the pretty marble fountain to the next, without really looking at it. It had been his wife's idea to add the fountain to the courtyard. She said the sound of rushing water always soothed her, like the smell of pumpkin pie cooking on Christmas morning. He wished he could find the same comfort as easily as she had.
OOC Notes
Neema was practically bouncing off the walls when she saw Tain, her favorite person in the whole world, walk in to the room. "TAIN!" she shouted gleefully, and when he bowed respectfully before Her Highness, she giggled and poked him on the nose.
She started giggling even more merrily when she was lifted high into the air. Tain practically had to holler just to be heard. Of course, the noisy joy ended when Tain set her down, replaced by running in more circles. Finally, the five-year-old started to understand that something important was happening, and so she simmered down a bit, standing still and looking a tad bit forlorn. "Where sissies?" she asked, her way of expressing a desire to see her eleven siblings.
Meanwhile, Phillip realized that something was going on, based on the yells across the palace for everyone to go to the dining hall. Knowing that meant him as well as the princess, he shyly murmured, "We'd best go to the dining hall, as the King desires, if Your Highness will." Hesitating, the stable boy carefully took Princess Hokona's hand, treating it as if it were made of glass, and started leading her gently toward the palace, as if she were a young foal. At the same time, he prayed no one would see him. After all, it was probably some sort of crime for a common stable boy to actually make contact with a princess without permission from the King himself.
She started giggling even more merrily when she was lifted high into the air. Tain practically had to holler just to be heard. Of course, the noisy joy ended when Tain set her down, replaced by running in more circles. Finally, the five-year-old started to understand that something important was happening, and so she simmered down a bit, standing still and looking a tad bit forlorn. "Where sissies?" she asked, her way of expressing a desire to see her eleven siblings.
Meanwhile, Phillip realized that something was going on, based on the yells across the palace for everyone to go to the dining hall. Knowing that meant him as well as the princess, he shyly murmured, "We'd best go to the dining hall, as the King desires, if Your Highness will." Hesitating, the stable boy carefully took Princess Hokona's hand, treating it as if it were made of glass, and started leading her gently toward the palace, as if she were a young foal. At the same time, he prayed no one would see him. After all, it was probably some sort of crime for a common stable boy to actually make contact with a princess without permission from the King himself.
OOC Notes
The servant boy's hands were warm and soft. He looked familiar, but she couldn't remember his name. Where have I seen him? I recognize his face somewhere, and his green eyes. But where? For the most part, the part of her mind where the faces and names of her servants were stored was completely blank. He was pulling her hand, leading her to the dining hall. It was obvious what was happening, or at least to someone with the knowledge Hana had. It would be impossible not to accurately predict what was happening with that type of knowledge. You'd have to be an idiot not to know. The boy looked worried, but Hana couldn't tell why. Hana really didn't want to deal with people right now, and she figured her sisters would probably have figured out the current situation.
Before they could reach the dining hall, an idea came into her head. It would be nice to share her secret spot with someone. "I have a better idea. How about you take the day off and come with me?" Hana liked him, he was quiet. She hated dealing with chatty or emotional people. If everybody was calm and composed, the world would run a lot more smoother. She noticed the red blush on his face and giggled. Phillip!That was his name. Of course! He was the one that helped her pick her pony. She chose the lightest one, one that would make the least noise if she ever decided to run away. He was blushing then too! Does he ever stop blushing? She giggled again. Hana never laughed. Her giggling was the equivalent of that.
She pulled Phillip's hands and led him through the corridors of the castle. Despite her resistance to learning anything from her tutors, Hana had learned a lot under them. Just not the things they had hoped for. With her history tutor, she learned about the blue prints of Castle C'elladore, rather than actual history. Hana knew the castle interior like the back of her hand. Every nook, every crevice, and every unused room. If anybody noticed that she was holding the hand of a servant boy, both would be severely punished. Although many servants and guards were rushing to the dining room, too much excitement filled their heads to allow them to clearly see two children scurrying about the hallways.
Despite it being unnecessary, Hana continued to hold Phillip's hands. It was quite obvious he probably could outrun her, he probably got more exercise as a servant in a week, than she got for being a princess for a month. The best way to the forest was through the secret passage way in the throne room. She wasn't sure how often it was used, or if anybody knew about it. But the back of the massive Queen's throne was hollow. Considering the size of the throne, a huge man would be able to fit into the throne and travel through the secret tunnel into the forest.In the middle of the night, this room was almost always left unguarded. And with everybody in the dining room, she was sure it would be empty. Holding Phillip's hands, Hana blazed into the room.
Upon entering she saw two people. Sir Oliver and Jogyenna. Her younger sister's voice was trembling. Blast! Then realizing the potential dangers of being seen with a servant by a knight so loyal to the king, Hana dropped Phillip's hands. She couldn't tell what had been going on, but what she could tell was that Jogyenna was a horrible liar. Jogyenna's voice was quivering so much, and it was obvious she was trying to seem calm and upbeat. Hana hoped the knight hadn't noticed the hand holding or her sister's lies. "Hello Sir Oliver. It is good to see you have returned. I've heard of the tragic news that be felled onto your party and my mother. But my father requests you at his presence in the dining hall." Hana wasn't sure if that was even remotely true. But the strange facial gestures of her sisters roused a suspicion. Hana wasn't the type of person to get involved, she was the one who ignored the problems. But Hana could see her sister was in trouble, and she wouldn't hesitate to help her, as long as it didn't require much effort..
Before they could reach the dining hall, an idea came into her head. It would be nice to share her secret spot with someone. "I have a better idea. How about you take the day off and come with me?" Hana liked him, he was quiet. She hated dealing with chatty or emotional people. If everybody was calm and composed, the world would run a lot more smoother. She noticed the red blush on his face and giggled. Phillip!That was his name. Of course! He was the one that helped her pick her pony. She chose the lightest one, one that would make the least noise if she ever decided to run away. He was blushing then too! Does he ever stop blushing? She giggled again. Hana never laughed. Her giggling was the equivalent of that.
She pulled Phillip's hands and led him through the corridors of the castle. Despite her resistance to learning anything from her tutors, Hana had learned a lot under them. Just not the things they had hoped for. With her history tutor, she learned about the blue prints of Castle C'elladore, rather than actual history. Hana knew the castle interior like the back of her hand. Every nook, every crevice, and every unused room. If anybody noticed that she was holding the hand of a servant boy, both would be severely punished. Although many servants and guards were rushing to the dining room, too much excitement filled their heads to allow them to clearly see two children scurrying about the hallways.
Despite it being unnecessary, Hana continued to hold Phillip's hands. It was quite obvious he probably could outrun her, he probably got more exercise as a servant in a week, than she got for being a princess for a month. The best way to the forest was through the secret passage way in the throne room. She wasn't sure how often it was used, or if anybody knew about it. But the back of the massive Queen's throne was hollow. Considering the size of the throne, a huge man would be able to fit into the throne and travel through the secret tunnel into the forest.In the middle of the night, this room was almost always left unguarded. And with everybody in the dining room, she was sure it would be empty. Holding Phillip's hands, Hana blazed into the room.
Upon entering she saw two people. Sir Oliver and Jogyenna. Her younger sister's voice was trembling. Blast! Then realizing the potential dangers of being seen with a servant by a knight so loyal to the king, Hana dropped Phillip's hands. She couldn't tell what had been going on, but what she could tell was that Jogyenna was a horrible liar. Jogyenna's voice was quivering so much, and it was obvious she was trying to seem calm and upbeat. Hana hoped the knight hadn't noticed the hand holding or her sister's lies. "Hello Sir Oliver. It is good to see you have returned. I've heard of the tragic news that be felled onto your party and my mother. But my father requests you at his presence in the dining hall." Hana wasn't sure if that was even remotely true. But the strange facial gestures of her sisters roused a suspicion. Hana wasn't the type of person to get involved, she was the one who ignored the problems. But Hana could see her sister was in trouble, and she wouldn't hesitate to help her, as long as it didn't require much effort..
OOC Notes
Jogyenna's eyes flicked to her older sister, with a look that said "Thank you," since she could not whisper it with Sir Oliver standing so close. She didn't even dare to mouth the words.
Jo then noticed the boy next to Hokona. It was the stable boy, Phillip, she thought. She had often talked to him before and after she took out her horse, a pretty brown mare she had named "Llamrei," after King Arthur's mare. After lighting her glance on him, she quickly averted her eyes to the ground, not wanting to think of what her sister and the boy had been doing together before they entered the throne room.
Jogyenna pulled a strand of hair from behind her back and began twirling it between her fingers, a bit embarrassed at being caught being such an awful liar, and just as embarrassed at having caught her sister and the stable boy gallivanting suspiciously about the castle. Jo's mind raced. Hana, I've known you to be lazy, but downright foolish? You are lucky if Sir Oliver does not say anything to father. You are in enough trouble as it is. Do you want more guards watching you? Maybe someday soon father will think to assign a woman, she thought.
Jo cleared her head with a little shiver, but did not raise her eyes from the strand of hair she was now braiding.
Jo then noticed the boy next to Hokona. It was the stable boy, Phillip, she thought. She had often talked to him before and after she took out her horse, a pretty brown mare she had named "Llamrei," after King Arthur's mare. After lighting her glance on him, she quickly averted her eyes to the ground, not wanting to think of what her sister and the boy had been doing together before they entered the throne room.
Jogyenna pulled a strand of hair from behind her back and began twirling it between her fingers, a bit embarrassed at being caught being such an awful liar, and just as embarrassed at having caught her sister and the stable boy gallivanting suspiciously about the castle. Jo's mind raced. Hana, I've known you to be lazy, but downright foolish? You are lucky if Sir Oliver does not say anything to father. You are in enough trouble as it is. Do you want more guards watching you? Maybe someday soon father will think to assign a woman, she thought.
Jo cleared her head with a little shiver, but did not raise her eyes from the strand of hair she was now braiding.
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Oliver remained silent as Jogyenna spoke, paying respect to the young princess. When she finished, Oliver again paid his respects to the princess by telling her a half-truth. "Normally you would be better at hiding your feelings, Princess -" that was the lying bit - "But given the circumstances, I believe I can forgive you for not being at your most serene."
At the very instant where he finished his statement, the throne room door burst open. Oliver's mind, taken completely by surprise at the force of the blow and therefore assuming a small invading army had just forced through the unlocked door, again threw one hand to the handle of his shortsword - only to lower it immediately after, noticing the "invader" was just another princess, Hana, bursting into the throne room with a servant boy in tow. He took note of the fact that she appeared to be holding hands with the servant boy, but made no move to interrupt. He took in the information regarding King Astonen's request for all citizens of the castle to make their way to the dining hall, then nodded. While it was strange that the princesses weren't in the dining hall - indeed, hadn't Astonen called for everyone? - Oliver made no move to order them, instead pushing himself out of the chair.
"Very well, Princess Hana. By your leave." With a nod (his armor too stiff and immobile to allow him to bow), the Knight Captain-in-training and temporary regent made his way out of the throne room, his iron sabatons (A/N: foot armor) making loud clicking noises all the way down the hallway.
At the very instant where he finished his statement, the throne room door burst open. Oliver's mind, taken completely by surprise at the force of the blow and therefore assuming a small invading army had just forced through the unlocked door, again threw one hand to the handle of his shortsword - only to lower it immediately after, noticing the "invader" was just another princess, Hana, bursting into the throne room with a servant boy in tow. He took note of the fact that she appeared to be holding hands with the servant boy, but made no move to interrupt. He took in the information regarding King Astonen's request for all citizens of the castle to make their way to the dining hall, then nodded. While it was strange that the princesses weren't in the dining hall - indeed, hadn't Astonen called for everyone? - Oliver made no move to order them, instead pushing himself out of the chair.
"Very well, Princess Hana. By your leave." With a nod (his armor too stiff and immobile to allow him to bow), the Knight Captain-in-training and temporary regent made his way out of the throne room, his iron sabatons (A/N: foot armor) making loud clicking noises all the way down the hallway.
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Fahn sat on the wooden stool in her large white room. A mirror was in front of her she stared at the reflection as her hand grasps a wooden comb, which was imprinted with flowers. She ran the comb in her silver hair that was down. Knots in her hair annoyed her as she tried to let then untangle with her hands trying her best not to break the comb that was a gift from her father.
A pair of scissors sat in front of her she reached to get it as her hands let go of her hair. She cut off the knots in her hair off making her hair rather short, now. She started again to run the comb in her hair as she stared at her own reflection with those dark eyes of hers. She wished that someone would come and give her a new haircut but it seemed almost impossible. She tied her hair up into a messy bun then touched her face with her pale cold hand.
She spoke to her reflection something she did when her senses got over her.
“Why are you so cold?” she asked but there was no reply from the reflection.
“Why are you so beautiful…?” she asked stupidly but still there was no response.
A pair of scissors sat in front of her she reached to get it as her hands let go of her hair. She cut off the knots in her hair off making her hair rather short, now. She started again to run the comb in her hair as she stared at her own reflection with those dark eyes of hers. She wished that someone would come and give her a new haircut but it seemed almost impossible. She tied her hair up into a messy bun then touched her face with her pale cold hand.
She spoke to her reflection something she did when her senses got over her.
“Why are you so cold?” she asked but there was no reply from the reflection.
“Why are you so beautiful…?” she asked stupidly but still there was no response.
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Alex sighed he felt weak he has been travleing on the roads for days and hasn't ate at all his body hurting he sighed "Damn is there anything to eat?" he smelled the air and he smelt food like a flash he was following the scent he entered the inn and all he heard was a bunch of thugs harassing the locals there he sat in the corner and when the owner came past him he waved the owner closer as soon as the man came to him he said "For some food I will get rid of these guy." the owner shocked said to him "One of the men are the lords son he come here everyday just to push us around." Alex opened his eyes "I will take care of them for food and tons of it alright?" the store keeper nodded Alex nodded and smiled he stood up and walked over to the group sat down and started eating there food. One of the thugs got into his face "The hell do you think you are do you know who the hell your messing with?" Alex kept on eating he was eating a meat shickabob he said back "I really don't give a damn who you are." the thug got angry and tried to punch him Alex smiled and with the metal rod from the shickabob he drove it through the mans hand and pinned his hand to the table the other guys jumped in to fight him Alex smiled "Lets get started now!" he blocked all the attacks he jumped up and kicked one guy in the face and then drew his sword and started slashing within seconds the thugs laid down "Only 5 guys thats weak." he moved over to a lords son "Get the hell out of here and don't come back you rich boy punk." the boy ran out of the inn and Alex turned to the owner and said "Give me as much as I can take please."
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Jogyenna waited for Oliver to leave. With a glance at Phillip, she addressed her sister.
"Hana, we heard Qimat running up and down the hall. Father wants to meet everyone in the dining hall. He has something important to tell us," Jogyenna said. She would have told Hana what the important thing was, but Phillip was standing right there. Jo looked at Phillip again. "Everyone," she repeated.
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Qimat reached the dining hall and saw that most of the inhabitants of the castle were there, excepting a few of the princesses. He went back to the east corridor to rouse them from their beds, crossing through the middle of the courtyard on his way. As he reached the center of the courtyard, he noticed the hulking figure of the King leaning on the fountain.
"Your Majesty," he said respectfully, bowing dutifully.
The King's eyes raised to look at the boy. The eyes that met Qimat's gaze were tired and a bit overwhelmed, perhaps even sad. "Ah! Kermit! There you are my boy," the King said, trying to be cheerful (but failing). "Has everyone gathered in the dining hall?"
"Almost, your Grace," Qimat answered. "A few..." here Qimat searched for the right word that wouldn't be a lie, but wouldn't get the princesses in trouble either, "A few residents are still making their way there. I was just on my way to hurry them along."
"Thank you," said the King, lost again in thought. Qimat waited (impatiently, I might add) for further orders. After a time, Qimat hurried things along by clearing his throat, rather audibly.
"Oh!" said the King, startled out of his silence.
"Your Highness," Qimat said, pretending he had done nothing.
"Ah, yes, Camelt, you're dismissed."
With that, Qimat rushed off to the east corridor, covering his mouth so he would not giggle as an image of himself with a large hump on his back formed in his mind. Even though there were no camels in the lush lands of C'elladore, Princess Jogyenna had shown him pictures of the beast in one of her books. That reminded him that Princess Jogyenna was out of bed already, but had not yet arrived at the dining hall. He wondered what she was doing that delayed her, and worried that there might be other sisters dilly-dallying about the castle. With a sigh, Qimat entered the east corridor and strolled up to the first door, that which led to the room Chira shared with Dreya. Qimat knocked. "Your Highnesses!" he called through the door, "The King requests your presence in the dining hall immediately! Wake up!"
"Hana, we heard Qimat running up and down the hall. Father wants to meet everyone in the dining hall. He has something important to tell us," Jogyenna said. She would have told Hana what the important thing was, but Phillip was standing right there. Jo looked at Phillip again. "Everyone," she repeated.
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Qimat reached the dining hall and saw that most of the inhabitants of the castle were there, excepting a few of the princesses. He went back to the east corridor to rouse them from their beds, crossing through the middle of the courtyard on his way. As he reached the center of the courtyard, he noticed the hulking figure of the King leaning on the fountain.
"Your Majesty," he said respectfully, bowing dutifully.
The King's eyes raised to look at the boy. The eyes that met Qimat's gaze were tired and a bit overwhelmed, perhaps even sad. "Ah! Kermit! There you are my boy," the King said, trying to be cheerful (but failing). "Has everyone gathered in the dining hall?"
"Almost, your Grace," Qimat answered. "A few..." here Qimat searched for the right word that wouldn't be a lie, but wouldn't get the princesses in trouble either, "A few residents are still making their way there. I was just on my way to hurry them along."
"Thank you," said the King, lost again in thought. Qimat waited (impatiently, I might add) for further orders. After a time, Qimat hurried things along by clearing his throat, rather audibly.
"Oh!" said the King, startled out of his silence.
"Your Highness," Qimat said, pretending he had done nothing.
"Ah, yes, Camelt, you're dismissed."
With that, Qimat rushed off to the east corridor, covering his mouth so he would not giggle as an image of himself with a large hump on his back formed in his mind. Even though there were no camels in the lush lands of C'elladore, Princess Jogyenna had shown him pictures of the beast in one of her books. That reminded him that Princess Jogyenna was out of bed already, but had not yet arrived at the dining hall. He wondered what she was doing that delayed her, and worried that there might be other sisters dilly-dallying about the castle. With a sigh, Qimat entered the east corridor and strolled up to the first door, that which led to the room Chira shared with Dreya. Qimat knocked. "Your Highnesses!" he called through the door, "The King requests your presence in the dining hall immediately! Wake up!"
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1 ... 18, 19, 20by tylisasweet on Mon Nov 22, 2010 3:29 pm
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I'm considering starting my own Rp. If anyone's interested in joining let me know and I'll give a basic outline of wa'gwan. Nice to see there's a few of us still knocking about.
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Oh noooooooo.
I was finally able to come back just to say hello, and I was hoping to see that this roleplay had thrived. This makes me sad. I suppose I will just wallow in sorrow and hope someone sees this post. -wallow-
Sadness consumes me.
I was finally able to come back just to say hello, and I was hoping to see that this roleplay had thrived. This makes me sad. I suppose I will just wallow in sorrow and hope someone sees this post. -wallow-
Sadness consumes me.
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Irishhhhh~ -dramatic, swooping hug amidst a field of flowers- That sounds horrible. And you have a metal hip? You're definitely half cyborg now, y'know that, right? Start trying to kick walls in, the next step is fighting villains in the street and taking names... FOR JUSTICE.
I think everyones' in the same boat, though I check this religiously. Well, not really. But whenever I'm on, I check it when I remember. So, if anyone returns (or if half return), I'll still be pumped to kick start this again. I haven't left and I'm not planning to leave this, because I love the characters, story, setting and adventure. I'll post to this tomorrow, or the next day, and we'll see what happens. Again, if YOU find anything Irish, be sure to invite me along for the journey.
Love love love you guys.
Ghost-writer. ;D Orwaith is forever destined to play his mandolin in Roleplay limbo.
I think everyones' in the same boat, though I check this religiously. Well, not really. But whenever I'm on, I check it when I remember. So, if anyone returns (or if half return), I'll still be pumped to kick start this again. I haven't left and I'm not planning to leave this, because I love the characters, story, setting and adventure. I'll post to this tomorrow, or the next day, and we'll see what happens. Again, if YOU find anything Irish, be sure to invite me along for the journey.
Love love love you guys.
Ghost-writer. ;D Orwaith is forever destined to play his mandolin in Roleplay limbo.
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Guys I'm sorry. I've been in hospital for quite a while. Something to do with a vehicular mishap and pain. Lots of pain. I'm okay! And still alive! Though I have a metal hip (I think it's actually an augmentation that they've fitted me with, but I've yet to kick through any walls. :D :P)
I apollogise for not checking up on this often and for not letting anyone know why I've been away. Please don't run me off of this, because it's a grand group here and I'd hate to lose contact with you guys! If anyone starts something else please let me know. I don't want to just die on this forum and have this account become another ghost-link. Please let me know if anything happens!
Love you all!
Mwah! <3
EDIT: I posted something on the RP. Just to prove that I'm NOT some ghost-writer (terrible pun alert). So yeah. Let's not let this die. It's only been a week since the last post or so. I wanna get to the damn bridge!
I apollogise for not checking up on this often and for not letting anyone know why I've been away. Please don't run me off of this, because it's a grand group here and I'd hate to lose contact with you guys! If anyone starts something else please let me know. I don't want to just die on this forum and have this account become another ghost-link. Please let me know if anything happens!
Love you all!
Mwah! <3
EDIT: I posted something on the RP. Just to prove that I'm NOT some ghost-writer (terrible pun alert). So yeah. Let's not let this die. It's only been a week since the last post or so. I wanna get to the damn bridge!
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um is anyone interested in a warhammer 40k rp?
oh and..... T^T *all dramatic* ah, alas poor yorric i knew thee well...
oh and..... T^T *all dramatic* ah, alas poor yorric i knew thee well...
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Noooooooooooo~. B-Buh, I love this RP. Urk, well, I'll still occasionally check it because I love you guys', and this RP, and all of the lovely characters. Tylly, if you make another RP, I'd be glad to join, so keep me in mind! It should be put on Hiatus until people are contacted (or until Summer, when people have more free time). Now that I'm in the groove with my new schedule, it's easier to reach me and I'm on every now and again. Keep in touch, folks!
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Ok... so basically the characters we have are Chira, Jo, Oliver, and Ekken. And that's it. Nobody else has posted in a month. As a result, I think you guys realize that I'm going to have to shut this down and postpone it for some other time... maybe come summer? I don't know. In the meantime, I hope all of you succeed in finding other roleplays that can keep you busy till then. I'll keep all of your user names and contact you if I ever do this roleplay... or any other... again! :)
Thanks for all the time you've devoted to this roleplay. I sincerely appreciate it.
But, for now, Hard of Heiring is over. :/
Thanks for all the time you've devoted to this roleplay. I sincerely appreciate it.
But, for now, Hard of Heiring is over. :/
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Post my brothers! *ahem* and sisters...O.O srry my posts are so short all the time btw it's just tht someone else always sets the stage so all I can really do is post what my character says or does, which is usually dependant on what someone else says or does... tht and I'm relatively new to the RP scene XD hhhhherp....
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I'm still stubbornly clinging to the forums. I'm available most every day; although I have drama coming up, which means I'll be getting home later again, and I've also been tired lately, which means there will be days where I won't be around at all.
But still. Triumphant return, love and hugs, all that jazz.
But still. Triumphant return, love and hugs, all that jazz.
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@Everyone: I'm still around also! :) Works been sucking me dry. Seriously. Leeching my life. I don't even have weekends off. Usually, I have Monday's and Friday's off. March is going to be really busy. I've been trying to make an effort to not let myself fall into the writer's block pit. Not because I have no ideas about what I want to post, but more or less I'm exhausted when I get home. Erm, I'll try to post now though! -huggles-
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I'm practically available all day, er'ry day. Nothing stopping me from making a few posts through out a day. Which almost hardly matters when the two characters I'd likely be playing are completely separate from the main party.
What I meant by "bad luck" is the fact that we seem to have struck a time when many people suddenly went too busy.
That makes me worry about how many characters we're missing now.
What I meant by "bad luck" is the fact that we seem to have struck a time when many people suddenly went too busy.
That makes me worry about how many characters we're missing now.
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Hey guys... sorry that we've all sort of gotten to busy to do this, but I still want to do this roleplay, and I know you guys do, too. :/
@Music- thanks for letting us know!
@Icky- Well, yes... but many of the RPers also got busy (myself and 'Merican included) and were therefore unable to continue RPing. Although I understand why it may be beneficial to the RP itself to be reborn, I don't think it will have much luck even then. The topic I created, I think, is a little too involved for a time when many of us are working, in school, or busy in whatever ways. It seems silly to continue at a snail's pace, I agree. But I think that is what is doomed to happen. Frankly, I was having trouble getting on to check the progress (as you can see from my disappearance for the past week) due to my own business. So, if I were going to scrap the whole thing, as you suggested, I wouldn't start it up again until summer. Granted, I'll be busy even then (since that will be transfer year from high school to college), but I'll definitely have more time to RP, and so will many of the other users on that site. If I do end up killing this and bringing it back come summertime, I'll definitely be sure to PM you all with the info in case any of you want to return! I really enjoyed talking and writing with all of you guys-- you're all great, really-- and I didn't withstand tons of teasing from my friends about my "imaginary internet friends" (they aren't exactly the roleplaying type... :P) for nothing. So, it's definitely something to consider.
But, cha-kun, too has a point, and so... continuing...
@cha-kun- I can tell that you're really excited about this, and determined to keep it going. I am truly grateful for all of the faith and energy you've put into this little thing I created one evening because I was bored. :P Because you seem so interested in continuing, I will allow your scheduling thing to have a shot before I decide whether or not to shut the RP down until I can restart it with a freer schedule this summer.
And between Icky and cha-kun, let's try to keep things civil and pleasant. Negative attitudes are no fun, but it's also important to be realistic. Roleplaying is supposed to be a fun way to bring people together, not something to cause complaining, hurt feelings, anger, or anything of the sort and if I sensed a lot of negative energy among all of us, I would certainly scrap this Roleplay for something better able to achieve that purpose. :)
SO EVERYONE!!!
When will you be available to Roleplay? Are there any long weekends coming up when you could maybe get off work or school and devote a good portion of the day to getting our game on? Is Spring Break coming up for anyone? If you could make a list of all your currently available dates for, say, the month of March?... maybe we could, as cha-kun suggested, do some planning and figure out some days where we can do some rapid-fire roleplaying, and then leave it until the next date when a majority of us are available.
I can generally roleplay on either day of any weekend, so long as I have one day to complete any homework. My Spring Break runs from March 21 through the 25th, so any of those days would be great for me. What do y'all think? Please post your opinions on the issue of the roleplay's paint-drying pace, but be respectful to everyone else, and we'll make this decision together! :)
@Music- thanks for letting us know!
@Icky- Well, yes... but many of the RPers also got busy (myself and 'Merican included) and were therefore unable to continue RPing. Although I understand why it may be beneficial to the RP itself to be reborn, I don't think it will have much luck even then. The topic I created, I think, is a little too involved for a time when many of us are working, in school, or busy in whatever ways. It seems silly to continue at a snail's pace, I agree. But I think that is what is doomed to happen. Frankly, I was having trouble getting on to check the progress (as you can see from my disappearance for the past week) due to my own business. So, if I were going to scrap the whole thing, as you suggested, I wouldn't start it up again until summer. Granted, I'll be busy even then (since that will be transfer year from high school to college), but I'll definitely have more time to RP, and so will many of the other users on that site. If I do end up killing this and bringing it back come summertime, I'll definitely be sure to PM you all with the info in case any of you want to return! I really enjoyed talking and writing with all of you guys-- you're all great, really-- and I didn't withstand tons of teasing from my friends about my "imaginary internet friends" (they aren't exactly the roleplaying type... :P) for nothing. So, it's definitely something to consider.
But, cha-kun, too has a point, and so... continuing...
@cha-kun- I can tell that you're really excited about this, and determined to keep it going. I am truly grateful for all of the faith and energy you've put into this little thing I created one evening because I was bored. :P Because you seem so interested in continuing, I will allow your scheduling thing to have a shot before I decide whether or not to shut the RP down until I can restart it with a freer schedule this summer.
And between Icky and cha-kun, let's try to keep things civil and pleasant. Negative attitudes are no fun, but it's also important to be realistic. Roleplaying is supposed to be a fun way to bring people together, not something to cause complaining, hurt feelings, anger, or anything of the sort and if I sensed a lot of negative energy among all of us, I would certainly scrap this Roleplay for something better able to achieve that purpose. :)
SO EVERYONE!!!
When will you be available to Roleplay? Are there any long weekends coming up when you could maybe get off work or school and devote a good portion of the day to getting our game on? Is Spring Break coming up for anyone? If you could make a list of all your currently available dates for, say, the month of March?... maybe we could, as cha-kun suggested, do some planning and figure out some days where we can do some rapid-fire roleplaying, and then leave it until the next date when a majority of us are available.
I can generally roleplay on either day of any weekend, so long as I have one day to complete any homework. My Spring Break runs from March 21 through the 25th, so any of those days would be great for me. What do y'all think? Please post your opinions on the issue of the roleplay's paint-drying pace, but be respectful to everyone else, and we'll make this decision together! :)
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Icky.... just shut up... if we want any negative opinions we'll ask for them but in the mean time when is everybody free next? We are going to schedule this shit, find a day when everyone or at least most everyone is available, and we are going to play! This I swear! I apologize for my language, and to you icky for telling to shut up... but seriously.... stop being negative.
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It seems to me that this whole roleplay has been run to the ground by simply bad luck.
In my opinion, perhaps the best way to revive this, if it was wanted, is to just scrap the whole thing and try again.
I really liked it all, but there's not much left even thought it barely got moving.
In my opinion, perhaps the best way to revive this, if it was wanted, is to just scrap the whole thing and try again.
I really liked it all, but there's not much left even thought it barely got moving.
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Hello, this is 'MericanPie's sister again.
She would post herself, but she's just been so busy, she couldn't even log in this week. So I'm left with the task of letting you guys know that she's withdrawing from the RP. Could be temporary, but is probably permanent. She's gotten too busy with schoolwork and her new part as one of the main characters in her school play.
So... yeah. Sorry about that. I suggest NPCing her characters, so that she can post if she does end up having a spare weekend or returning. Personally, I'm more of a fan of killing off characters of departed RPers, but that's probably because I'm a demented and heartless writer.
~Music.
She would post herself, but she's just been so busy, she couldn't even log in this week. So I'm left with the task of letting you guys know that she's withdrawing from the RP. Could be temporary, but is probably permanent. She's gotten too busy with schoolwork and her new part as one of the main characters in her school play.
So... yeah. Sorry about that. I suggest NPCing her characters, so that she can post if she does end up having a spare weekend or returning. Personally, I'm more of a fan of killing off characters of departed RPers, but that's probably because I'm a demented and heartless writer.
~Music.
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Ok seriously. While I was gone you guys were posting like crazy, but now that I'm back nobody is posting... What the F guys...
