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FANTASY RP!
Okay, a fantasy rp.
You can be a dwarf, and they live in the southern mines. Ruler is Glingfeld. They control the element of earth (stone, metal).
You can be a fairy; they live in the Regara woods. Their ruler is Oberon (REFERENCES). They control the element of air (it's just air).
You can be a wood elf; they live in Regara woods too. Ruler is named Tanya. No special powers, but good with weaponry.
You can be a human. They live in the city of Durkon. No ruler, but a corrupt mayor named Theodore. No special powers, but talented at _______.
You can be a sun elf; they live on the western mountain of Armsnown. Ruler is Solla. They control the element of fire (fire, lightning).
I am the frost elf, and I live in Glacia, the northern lands.
So one of each race, more or less. Here is the form.
Name: Nellethiel Farronel
Race: Frost elf
Powers: Water element (water, ice, snow, mist)
Age: 35, about teenaged for a frost elf.
Personality: A genius, also wise. Is a druid and is very alert. A bit cold towards people who have wronged her.
Appearance: Long porcelain white hair; porcelain skin tone. Teal eyes.
submitted by Brookeira
(February 16, 2015 - 7:22 pm)
(February 16, 2015 - 7:22 pm)
Wastmrra~
"So, what's your name?" I ask, casually.
"Oh~" he says. "It's Larch. Larch Reedshaw. And-and you?"
"uh..." Uh oh. I've never been good at coming up with stuff on the spot. And Wastmrra is definitely not a human name.
"its," I say, "Chrissi-Cassandra. Cassandra...Mellark?"
"Nice to meet you, Princess Cassandra," he says.
"Likewise," I reply. "So, how goes the war effort?"
"Not well," he sighs. "The frost elves and wood elves are pretty strong. At least we have the sun elves on our side.I sometimes wish we could ahev the fairies, too...."
"Have them?" I blurt.
"Yes," he says. "After all, if creatures are going to work with humans, humans have to be the top rank....."
That's when I hit him. Hard.
"If you humans think like that," I snarl, "no wonder we haven't joined you. No wonder we're all at war!"
I kick him into the dirt, my fury taken over.
"The magical 'creatures' are stronger than humans!" I shout. "And you humans are just... snotty, arrogant, selfish brats.... you..... I can't believe.... No one of any proper mind would claim superior to any ther race!"
He stares at me, confused and obviously in fear.
"So run," I say. "Run and go tell your commander that! Tell him I said that! And have that be a lesson for you!"
(February 26, 2015 - 7:18 pm)
School is canceled for me again tomorrow (thanks, MNPS?) and therefore I'll post again, but in my newfound glee at being able to upload pictures to the Chatterbox, I'll post my (anatomically and historically laughable) sketch of Larch. Probably expressing annoyance over some rule of the mayor's, or (quite likely) just standing around being minimally helpful.
(February 23, 2015 - 10:22 pm)
Waldurn~
The smell of coal dust clogs my nose as I dig deeper into the mine. It didn't bother me, though, it was a rather welcoming scent. A smell that let dwarves know that coal, and maybe even more valuable things were close.
As I try to get a rock untangled from my beard, a smaller dwarf dressed in messenger armor approached me. "Waldurn Hardcopper," the dwarf pants, "King Glingfeld is holding a feast in the dining hall. He has requested your presence!"
Sorry for the short post, I don't have much time.
(February 25, 2015 - 5:47 pm)
Glad to hear she's in! Thanks Brookeira, and thanks again Katia for the nice comment. :)
~Tzii~
I can already tell this is going to be the worst staffwork class of my life.
Usually staffwork and nature studies are the only classes I'm any good at, but it's only five minutes in and Master Chrai has already called me up to do a demonstration. The class is assembled in a semicircle on the training sands, with Master Chrai at the center. As I walk up to him, whispered insults fly along the curved line: Sparkless. Mundane. Great, let's all watch the powerless purbleberry-brain get clobbered. The master raises a hand for silence. The whispers and snickers hush. He pulls a wooden cylinder, about a foot and a half long and intricately carved with vines, out of his belt and holds it up.
"This, class, is a wood elf double sword. It was captured at a recent battle, its magic suppressed, and its edges magically blocked for use in practice sparring." He presses a certain leaf in the design; I hear a snick noise, and an iron blade pops out of each end of the cylinder, startling everyone but Master Chrai. "It is important," he goes on, "that you learn to defend yourselves against such a weapon. Many fighting wood elves carry these, especially the more elite. The objective of this lesson is to familiarize you with the added level of difficulty inherent in defense against two blades instead of one, as well as some of the specific moves that wood elves use when wielding a double sword.
"You are to split into pairs. One partner will be using his or her staff, the other will be equipped with a double sword. Fighting with a double sword is quite similar to fighting with a staff, so you should have little trouble. You shall fight with standard sparring courtesies and protocols. The partner with the double sword should do their best to stay on the offensive; likewise, the partner with the staff should stay on the defensive. I want you to fight for a few minutes to get a feel for it, then switch weapons on my signal. When I call the halt, return to attention here. Tzii and I will demonstrate. Understand?" There is a noise of assent from the group.
Master Chrai hands me the double sword and I take it. Instantly a rush of...something flows through my body. This is exactly what happens when I pick up a bow! I feel a little quicker somehow, lighter on my feet. The sword is perfectly balanced in my hand. I gain a distinct sense that no, double-swordplay is not so similar to staffwork. It's quicker, closer, deadlier, and...easier? Somehow, it is easier than staffwork. The practice staffs always felt too light and fragile, like at any given moment they could fly out of my hand or break. Having no magic, I have no personal focus staff, so I've never understood the weight and hum of power that everyone else swears is there for them.
After we do the bows that courtesy requires before a sparring match, I drop into a low crouch, sword held diagonally across my body in two hands. I can tell Master Chrai is surprised; this fighting stance is completely unorthodox, but it feels right somehow. We circle for a moment, then he makes the first move, bringing the end of his staff under my blade in an attempt to throw it off. But I am already moving to avoid the blow, instead sidestepping and whirling my blade to his left, hoping to catch him off guard. The lower end of his staff blocks, and then we both launch into a flurry of blows so quick that I can hardly tell what's happening. Left, right, up and parry down, jump, slash and roll, block, block, up on my feet, swing, block, feint, stab...I am acting on pure instinct. My muscles are moving for me, while my mind is more concerned with strategy. The rest of the class has disappeared. The only things I am concerned with are myself, our two weapons, and Master Chrai. His jaw is clenched. I am dimly aware that I've never fought quite this well before, and I'm not the worst at combat even on a normal day.
Finally, it's over. In a moment of weakness after I'm forced to switch around my grip on the sword hilt, he feints and I fall for it, opening my right side to a blow from the other end of the staff. The clout makes me stumble, and he's on me in an instant, knocking me the rest of the way to the ground and sending my sword skittering away over the ground. His knees on my arms, Master Chrai taps my throat lightly and says, "Dead," then lets me up. I retrieve the sword, then hand it back to him. His face is stony hard as he calls a marshal on duty to supervise us, gives me Sushaq as a partner, then tells us to lay on and stalks off the sands. I'm so perplexed, I'm nearly brained by Sushaq's first blow. As I train my mind back on the fight, I can't help wondering, Where is he going, and why? What did I do? Because I know I did something, and it's going to be back to get me soon.
(February 26, 2015 - 12:43 pm)
And a random sun elf culture note I forgot to include in my last post: Sun elves consider the quarterstaff to be the most noble weapon in melee combat. Another advantage is that, more often than not, the staff a sun elf is using is their focus, and thus magical as well. The vast majority of fighting sun elves use staffs. (Is that alright with everyone, Aja especially?)
(February 26, 2015 - 12:51 pm)
I run away from the clearing where the wood and sun elves are facing each other; not the most noble thing to do, but the wood elf looks capable and I am a druid and prefer not to fight.
Suddenly I here a certain sound: quarterstaffs. I'm near the enemy camp.
I decide I'll have to use most of my magical energy store for today to do this, but I must.
I shapeshift and disguise myself as a sun elf.
I walk into their camp and no one gives me a second glance. Fools. Our grand city has guards at every corner, and the druidic forests can drive anyone but a druid mad.
I walk into the armory and the one guard stares at me quizzically. I make him fall asleep and slam ice magic into the wall.
Immediately the secret door opens, revealing the star stone, the relic that gives the sun elves their eternal youth. All frost elves swallow some of the moon stone at birth, so we have no problems with aging.
I slide the star stone out of its holster and place it onto my staff as I hear the alarm sound.
Eight guards rush in and I freeze them solid.
"I am sorry," I say, "but when you invaded our lands, you should have known we'd retaliate."
I also take the Arch Staff, the most powerful quarter staff ever amde, and freeze it. It's as useless as a twig now.
A young female sun elf who almost looks like a wood elf runs in.
I put on a hood so I can remove my glamour.
The staff shatters and I vanish before her eyes.
(February 26, 2015 - 9:26 pm)
Brookeira, you are a master of plot twists.
~Tzii~
I am walking past the faculty armory when it happens. A loud crack, shouting, and the door flies open, blasting frigid air in my face. What is going on in there?! Students aren't allowed, but I'm too curious not to go in and check. Besides, what's with the cold wind? Something's not right here. I know it.
I dash through the door, past eight soldiers somehow frozen solid plus one not frozen but also not moving, and into a smaller chamber. The sight is so unbelievable that for a moment I can't wrap my mind around it: A frost elf, in druidic garb, holding what can only be the Star Stone. Other powerful relics line the walls. A staff, golden but frozen solid like the soldiers, lies at the druid's feet. For a fleeting instant she looks surprised to see me, but then without warning the golden staff shatters, releasing a huge blast of power. Alternating waves of searing heat and freezing cold shred the air. The light is so bright that I have to close my eyes or risk going blind. As it is, I may go deaf instead from the earth-shattering BOOM!
When the afterimage of the flash and the ringing in my ears have subsided, I look around in amazement. The walls, floor, and ceiling are covered in soot, and bear a few small cracks. My robes are now black instead of orange and gold. Splinters of wood, ice, and ruby litter the floor, along with a few shreds of gold leaf. None of the relics on the walls have been harmed, but a few have tilted or fallen altogether due to the breaking of a support.
The frost elf, and the Star Stone, have vanished without trace.
This might be the worst coup of the entire war for us! If the Star Stone goes outside our borders, the eternal youth it affords will end. For all of us. Many older elves will die on the spot. Younger ones will fade and wither within a century and a half. There is a reason it's our most precious treasure. And it's been stolen. My mind is reeling. The worst coup of the war. Many will die on the spot. And I'm the only one who knows. Me, a child with no magic, against an enormously powerful druid. What do you do when your entire race is incapacitated, and you're the only one who knows why?
(February 27, 2015 - 2:00 pm)
Short post, because there's not really a direction I can go at the moment.
Larch~
I stumble a few meters away from the girl who is obviously some magical creature in disguise, then double over in pain. I had perhaps suspected she was lying from the very beginning - there are no human princesses left, and certainly not wandering the edges of the woods - but maybe it was a trick, I had thought?
And then - ow. Ow. It wasn't as if I'd meant what I said - I was parroting my commanding officer in an attempt to see where her political allegiances lay, but moreso in a pitiful try at saying the right thing.
I glance up to the city walls rising before me. If I don't return, then I am a deserter, punishable by death; if I do - then how can I do it?
There is someone running out to me; it is my compatriot, Anwen. "The Wood-Elves have declared war!" he calls out, and I freeze in horror.
It's over now.
(February 27, 2015 - 1:42 pm)
Sorry guys, but I only have time to be in one RP right now, so I'm dropping out of this one.
(February 27, 2015 - 6:43 pm)
So I was gone for the last for days, I read up but I may have missed something, please tell me if I did.
(February 27, 2015 - 9:09 pm)
I stand at the precipice overlooking the sun elf camp, near their border.
"SUN ELVES," I call.
The sun elves flood out and gasp as they see I have the starstone.
"YOU WILL END THIS WAR," I call, "OR YOU WILL LOSE THIS FOREVER."
I hold the stone over the edge of the cliff, menacingly near the border.
"WHAT DO YOU SAY?" I call.
(February 28, 2015 - 10:37 am)
~Tzii~
The crowd parts to let Sir Khiralte, Commander-in-Chief of the sun elf army and younger brother of the queen, through to the bottom of the incline. The frost elf from the secret room is standing at the top, holding our Star Stone over the edge of the cliff! "What are your terms, Mistress Druid? Do you speak for all frost elves?" he calls at her.
"I speak for Queen Rhovania and the frost elf Council of Elders, for it was they who sent me here. My terms are thus: You will cede the city of Jenethyr and surrounding forest to the wood elves, and the Silver Downs to us, the frost elves. You, and Lord Theodore your ally, will agree to a peace treaty with Crown Princess Tanya and her Regency, as well as with my liege Rhovania and said Council. You will hold by the terms of this peace treaty. Otherwise, you shall suffer the destruction of your Star Stone. I know you, Sir Khiralte. You are of rank enough to speak for Queen Solla. What say you?"
Nobody moves. Nobody speaks. The cliff, and all the gathered elves, are silent for what seems like an eternity. Then finally Sir Khiralte shouts back, "Tell your Queen and Council that we agree to your terms. I have an offer for the striking of the peace treaty: Their Majesties Rhovania and Solla, as well as the Elders, Lord Theodore, Her Highness Tanya, and all Lords and Ladies Regent, shall meet in our City of Light on Mt. Armsnown in a fortnight's time. Each foreigner shall bring no more than three servants, and no more than two guards. Their safety shall be guaranteed. I am willing to let the Star Stone remain in your possession in the meantime, provided that it does not leave our borders and it is returned when the treaty is signed. Does this satisfy you, Mistress Druid?"
She pulls the Stone away from the cliff. "It does, but for one additional request. I wish for sun elf messengers, lightly armed and bearing the white flag of parley, to be sent to the wood elves and humans to inform them of the deal. I can contact my queen by magic, but the others have shields preventing me from doing so."
Sir Khiralte nods. "Certainly, Mistress Druid. It shall be done. I can give you whatever hospitality this camp can offer, if you wish it before the journey up the mountain."
"With all due respect, sir, I would prefer to deliver the news to Queen Solla before nightfall. The day is still young."
Without further ado, the frost elf begins to come down from the cliff. The cheering starts slowly, just a few claps and whistles, but before I know it, the whole field is in an uproar! There's too much noise to pick out any individual voice, but I hear shouts along the lines of "Huzzah for Sir Khiralte! Long live the Star Stone! Hip hip hooray! Up with peace!" I see Sir Khiralte and the druid walking away towards the camp proper, side by side. Like old friends.
I, for one, couldn't be happier.
************
MY GOVERNMENTAL SYSTEM IDEAS (please, let me know if this isn't to your liking!)
Dwarves: Similar to Inheritance Cycle; a number of clan chiefs, with a king (or, rarely, queen) elected from among them. King Glingfeld currently inhabits the throne.
Fairies: Monarchy/magocracy, presumably constitutional. The throne is inherited, but any of the myriad nobles can challenge the ruler to a duel of magic. The winner gets the crown; the loser usually dies. The current king is Oberon, with Titania (yet more references!) his queen. As the genders are considered equal in fairy culture, they rule in tandem.
Wood Elves: Monarchy, presumably constitutional. Since the death of King Lareth and Queen Siriana, their eldest child Tanya rules with a regency of twelve lords and ladies as the Crown Princess. When she comes of age at 36, she will be crowned Queen.
Humans: Humans control only one city, run by Lord Theodore as an absolute monarchy of sorts. (Lord Theodore is evil.)
Sun Elves: Monarchy, presumably constitutional. Solla is the current queen.
Frost Elves: Though there is a queen (Rhovania), she has more duty than power. The Council of Elders, composed of the realm's most powerful druids, is the real ruling party. This makes it an oligarchy/theocracy, but instead of worshipping any one god, the frost elves revere nature.
(February 28, 2015 - 7:01 pm)
Wastmrra~
I turn back into fairy form and fly, seething, into the forest, and I accendentally fly right into the Royal Hall. Not like that wasn't what I was trying to do. It's just you must enter with respect.
Queen Titania and King Oberon are in the center of the hall, sitting on their thrones. King Oberon has a glass of wine in his hand. Blushing, I notice that other nobles are putting down slices of bread or sipping from a goblet. Whoopsie. I interrupted lunchtime.
"Wastmrra," says King Oberon. "What brings you here so... urgently?"
"We must declare war," I say. "We must, we must!"
I would add more, but it feels like the events of the day are stuck in my throat.
"Why?" Asks Queen Titania. Uh oh. I know Oberon would be willing to go to war, but Queen Titania? Not so much.
"A human and a wood elf met earlier," I say. "In an area humans are forbidden to go to."
"Continue," says King Oberon, and I realize that actually what I did could be illegal because I did not ask permission.
"Well," I say, quietly, "i transformed-"
"Transformed?" asks Queen Titania. Doubly uh oh. I'm the only one with the power to transform. It's supposed to be a secret.
"I'll explain later," I say quickly. "So I transformed into a human and walked to the town with him, hoping to get some information-"
"You did that?!" King Oberon is leading forwards, his veins popping. "Without permittence?!"
"Sh," says Queen Titania, "let the girl finish."
"So I walked with him to the town," I continue. "And I casually asked him how the war is going. 'Not so good,' he said. 'The frost elves and wood elves are pretty strong. At least we have the wood elves on our side. I sometimes wish we could have the fairies too...'"
"Have us?!" says King Oberon. He's getting more upset by the minute. Queen Titania shushes him again.
"So I said the same thing you just said, your highness," I continue. "And he said-he said, 'Yes. After all, if creatures are going to work with humans, humans have to be the top rank.'"
"NO," says King Oberon. "That is idiotic and racist. You are right, Wastmrra. We need to declare war."
Even Queen Titania does not object.
"Send a messenger," says King Oberon. "The fairies have picked a side. We are in this war."
(March 2, 2015 - 4:37 pm)
TOPOTPTOPOTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(March 4, 2015 - 3:55 pm)
Atar-
I quickly grab the stone that had caused all this trouble and swiftly run back into the forest, making sure to watch for passing guards. The two main thoughts that are in my head are: "I have to get home, get my things, and leave" and "I have broken the human wood elf rule and I could die for that!" I reach my town and see my house. I am just about to sneak towards it when I see two guards come out of it. I shrink back into the shadows and listen. ". . . heard Gergen say he saw her confront a human outside our borders." My mind whirls but the main thought I think is: "I have to leave!" The two guards walk away, heading for the tavern, not noticing a small shadow creaping towards the Surne house. When I reach my house i grab some food and water, spare clothes, and my bow and arrows, then I dash towards the stable at the botttom of the hill. When I get in there I find my mare Loain freshly groomed in her stall. Loain greeted me with a whiny as she did every time I came to visit her. I quietly open her door and put on her harness. She canters out and I vault onto her back. All the ride out of the town went smoothly until Loain whinnied an alarm that we had been spotted. I urge her into a gallop and we speed out of the town. I jump a stream with arrows flying behind me. I head to the thick of the forest where nobody ever goes. I gallop for a mile or so, then slow to a walk. Night is falling when I stop in a clearing to rest. The last thought I think befor falling asleap is "I think I will live here."
(March 8, 2015 - 8:49 pm)