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Truthful Pen RP!
Truthful Pen RP!
This is an RP where one person *coughcoughmecoughcough* owns a pen, and everything they write with the pen comes true. It is set in fantasy land, unless you would like to change that, and there are castles warriors, idiot -princess -stereotypes -that -can't -do -anything -but -get -into -trouble -and -be -saved -by -princes, swordfighting, revenge, etc.
It will begin with me and the pen discovering there are other people that own a whole set of pens. The villain will want all the pens for her/himself.
One last note: There are a couple postitions in the story I think would make sense: people who also have pens, villain, accomplice of the villain, and other.
Here's the form:
Name:
Age:
Description:
Personality:
Preferred Weapon:
Position/Occupation:
Role (villain, etc.):
Do they own a pen? :
Backstory:
Any Special Power:
Here's mine:
Name: Aranel Jeromé
Age: 13
Description: She has deep blue eyes that look like they were kissed by moonlight. She has long black hair that is very straight and reaches the middle of her back. It annoys her, but her mother will not let her cut it. She keeps it tied up in a braid with a thin strand of stiff twine wrapped around the hair to keep it steady.
She likes to dress simply. She tends to go against what everyone els wears and is quite rebellious. Her most recent outfits consist mainly of tunics, cloaks, leggings, or light cotton pants she designed for riding.
She prefers to go barefoot. Deep lines crease her face, for she is always frowning or has a serious expression.
Personality: Serious, at first glance timid, very loyal and observant.
Preferred Weapon: A bow. Aranel has fair aim and enjoys the sound of the arrow being released from the string.
Position/Occupation: A healer's apprentice. She has always had a fair hand for medicines. The healer sends her out on errands, handle minor cases, and mix up simple to medium difficulty medicines.
Role (villain, etc.): main protagonist
Do they own a pen? : yes
Backstory: Aranel was orphaned after a plague struck her village when she was a baby. The healer found her in a cradle, completely unharmed, and took her in.
Any Special Power: Nothing of magical sort. She has a good head on her shoulders, though.
submitted by S.E.
(February 20, 2015 - 8:12 am)
(February 20, 2015 - 8:12 am)
Name: Allison Lewis
Age: 14
Description: Flowing blond hair. Gray eyes. Tall for her age. A beautifull smile. She always wares a dress.
Personality: Calm at hard times. Shy(but not when she knows you!) Sticks up for people when they get picked on.
Preferred Weapon: She dose not have one.
Position/Occupation: A maid at local hotel.
Role: Dose not Know yet.
Do they own a pen?: Yes (She dose not know that.)
Backstory: Rased in a city, and her father disappeared when she was two, and she is a writer.
Any Special Power: No. She can write amazing storys.
(February 21, 2015 - 8:22 pm)
Name: James Lancelot
Age: 17
Description: James is tall and lanky with brown/black hair. He has black eyes and wears a suit of silver armor.
Personality: full of himself, smart, boasts frequently about tiny accomplishments
Preferred Weapon: sword( He is a wonder with it)
Position/Occupation: the knight
Role (villain, etc.): the knight that saves the princess
Do they own a pen? : yes
Backstory: James is the son of Sir Lancelot of the Knights of the Round Table. His father left quite a standard to live up to, so James is always nervous about meeting that standard.
Any Special Power: none besides pen an sword
(February 22, 2015 - 9:09 am)
Sarena~
Clara sighs, lookin hrough a hole in the hedge.
"They don't seem to be coming today," she says.
"Other side," I reply, and she runs off to check. I smile and roll my eyes when she comes back beaming.
"It's a dragon! They're fighting a dragon, Sarena!"
"Cool," I grunt.
"Can I go?"
"Hey, who's the boss around here?"
"Oooh, yeah!" I roll my eyes. Humans.
She starts rummaging through her bottomless pouch, looking forher sword.
"It's hanging off you belt already," I point out helpfully.
"Right. Thanks," she says, and she starts to run off.
"Hey, come back here!"
She turns around, looking confused.
"Are you really," I say, "going to dash out there without your armor?! What if the knights see you?!"
"Right," says Clara, and she starts digging through her pouch again.
"Allow me." with one smooth motion I have dumped the contents of the pouch onto the ground.
"Quit doing that!" Clara says, picking up her armor. I just laugh and start stuffing stuff back in her pouch.
"Well, see ya in a bit," I say. She tries to pat me on the head (I give her a reaproachful nip).
****************
(a little later)
Well, it's been awhile and Clara hasn't shown up. I quickly fly over to her site.
I was right. There are a few knights left, strewn accross the battlefield, injured. And Clara is one of them.
(February 22, 2015 - 9:41 am)
I slam my heels into my horse's flank and dodge thwe Dragonfyre, wincing as part of it slams my leg. My pupils dilate to slits and my eyes turn violet as I coat the dragon in ice. The battle is over, but many are injured...
(February 22, 2015 - 1:57 pm)
So I think I forgot to say outright that Lyessa was a princess, so are Adeline and she related, or are we princesses of different kingdoms? I left it deliberately ambiguous - as is Lyessa's age. I think she's more around 16, even though I guess arranged marriages could happen at 14? Ah, well, historical accuracy is for RPs without dragons and griffins in them.
Also, I despise first person present, but I can't use anything else when I'm writing on the CB. Search me for the ansewer. Are dream flashbacks lazy? Yeah. Am I going to do one anyway? Yeah.
Lyessa -
The old barn on the outskirts of town is drafty and cold, even with the protection my conjured blanket offers. I curl up further in the pen and clutch the pen to my hands, wondering briefly if I could use it to call up. Despite the weeks I've spent holding it, I still have very little idea of the scope of its powers - its slight, sleek, unusual form almost frightens me. Clutching it between my shivering fingers, curled up in a little-frequented corner, I fall into uneasy dreams.
Ink spreads out around me, black and tar-like in its substance. I am wearing the light-blue gown, still in perfect condition because I had known I wouldn't be hurt by the dragon, not really. Far across my vision, the ink soaking his leather boots, a figure stands, waving.
"Lyessa! Lyessa, my love, return to me!"
I shrink back - his armor bubbles under the weight of the ink, and the familiar coat of arms painted on his chest contorts into sinister symbols I cannot read, glowing a sinister red like dying embers. I attempt to shriek, but now the roiling ink has sunk over our heads, and he is reaching towards me.
You have something of mine, he whispers - except his mouth does not move, but it is simply an echo in my head.
The dream changes; I am huddling against a tree, as the sleek silver shape of the pen hangs inches away from me. He snores; the knights surrounding him stand tall around him, but pay me little attention. I have cried three times today already, and am crying now again - except iin the dream, the tears fall down as obsidian drops of ink.
One grab. I have seen such pens before - one grasp of it, and he could be dead, or miles away. He could have never come to the kingdom; he could run away right now and dedicate a life to the gods in the monastery. The last thought incites a brief smile from me, and I shift a little on the tree, so as to get closer to him.
One of the guards glances back at me, and I find it easy to slip into my failsafe get-what-I-want mode, whether it's from my parents or a knight or prince. The sincere tears are already running down my cheeks, but I manage to gulp.
"I'm so frightened...", I mumble; this was true. "What if the dragon comes back?"
The youngest knight gives me a wry grin. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll protect you."
Princess. The title I have relished my entire life feels like a threat. Princess, princess, princess, the ink writes around my head, and before I know what I'm doing, I have snatched the pen from the sleeping prince's grasp. It tingles in my hand as I kneel down, and on the silk fabric of my dress, write:
"Prince Virtue and the surrounding knights stood there for hours, the ability to move having left them, as Lyessa fled."
I feel myself jump up, whether of my own accord or not, and I take off as they still stare at me in horror.
Contrary to reality, the ink is catching up to me, leaking from the pen and covering the woodlands with glistening black rivers; inside them lie words unwritten, full of danger and thrill and possibility.
The prince is behind me; he scoops up the ink, and around him erupt the words: they were married at dawn to the ringing of the bells - the valiant Virtue inherited the throne, and they all lived happily ever after.
I wake up gasping, my fingers curled so tightly around the pen that my nails were digging into my palms.
~~
I have found work as a maid in town of Valkazi's local tavern; as people grin and yell in rowdy drunkenness, my instinct makes me feel polluted and small. (A/N: yes, that's internalized classism, no, it's not supposed to be okay.) As I wipe a tabletop, my elbows drawn in so as not to draw attention to myself, I hear bits of conversations. There were the usual bits of local gossip, yet one name seemed to appear more than usual - Shaddar.
I had heard the name before, and yet before now it has always been far away. He was not born nearby, nor far away, from what I could tell - perhaps he had been made, or called into being by a powerful sorcerer. The whispers never seemed to match up, and yet today there seemed to be a common element.
Pens. Pens this, and pens that - reward money, and false versions, and finally a large middle-aged man let out a burst of laughter, and mentions one name - Prince Virtue's coming this way.
There are many he could refer to, but the talk of Shaddar has spooked me enough. I run out into the dusk, and kneel down by the grass. Retrieving the last tattered scraps of my old dress, I let instinct take over.
He is coming after me. I could not triumph in a physical struggle - and I've heard legends (A/N: I don't know if this is true, it might just be a rumor - it's just done for characterization purposes, I'm not taking over pen mythos. I do think we need to discuss the scope of this power, though) that there is a limit to how much free will the pen can limit.
Anger at Virtue boils in me like the ink of my dreams. The pen seems to whisper to me - an easy few words, and he could never hunt me again. Ink drips out of it, stinging my wrist; amost hypnotized, I write out the words:
Prince Virtue of the Northern Empire was slayed as his knights fought a dragon on the outskirts of Valkazi.
So this is meant to take place just a bit before Clara arrives on the scene - she wasn't influenced by the pen, she just walked in on what Lyessa had caused. On the other hand, if that goes against your intentions, then it could well be a different dragon.
(February 22, 2015 - 1:46 pm)
Since not that many people don't have pens,
Name: Mildred Young
Age: 34
Description: short, dumpy woman with long curly blond hair, pale green eyes, and a "ski jump" nose. She always wears an expression of disapproval. She wears a white shift with a blue checkered apron.
Personality: strict, disapproving, dislikes children
Preferred Weapon: She has the power of the ummmm... DISHES! Yeah, the dishes.
Position/Occupation: kitchen Maid in the Royal Linderbergin Hotel
Role (villain, etc.): one of no importance what so ever
Do they own a pen? :no, but she knows a fair bit about them.
Any Special Power: The power of the dishes.
(February 22, 2015 - 2:15 pm)
Knights litter the battlefield. The battlefield is covered in ice-ice I made.
As the High Druid of Glacia, I am compelled to help the kingdom fight once a year, and they chose now.
Suddenly I hear weeping, and I already know what has happened.
Prince Virtue is dead.
I hang my head and silently pray to Obad-Hai. Suddenly I feel it, in the air:
Pen Magic.
I take out my own pen and write on my arm. "Take me to the pen that caused this."
The ink leaks off my arm and swirls around my horse and me, gathering speed like a tornado. I suddenly appear-oops, I should have left my horse on the field for a bit-in front of a princess.
(February 22, 2015 - 5:29 pm)
Sarena~
"Clara. Clara, come on. Speak to me. Come on, wake up. Atta girl! Yip yip! Come on!"
It isn't working. Clara's out cold. I sigh and flip her up onto my back (what did she eat for breakfast?! Bricks?!) and fly her over to out hideout.
Unfortunatly, I haven't a clue for what to do for her. I only know about gryffins, and humans completely mystify me. I groan. Then I notice something sticking out of Cara's pocket.
It's a pen.
(If we did chapters, this would be chapter two!)
I remember that Clara told me that whatever was written with the pen would come true, because her father told her that when he was dying; that's how she won the battle. I can't write super well, but I pick up the pen and write, in really messy scrawl (like if you were using your non-dominant hand to write and not looking at what you were doing): Clara will wake up in a maximum of five minutes, returned to full health.
Five minutes later, she's awake. And she decides to be miss clueless.
"Why are you holding that pen?"
(February 22, 2015 - 6:19 pm)
James Lancelot~
I dig my heels into Ugagi, urging him to go faster. I can hear the crowd cheering as I charge my opponent, the Black Knight. My lance drawn, I strive to disarm him. I hit him. The crowd's going wild...And it was a dream. I sigh and climb out from under the vast sea of silk blankets that the maid placed on my bed last night. Walking to the window, I pull on a brown tunic and some leggings. Not my usual attire, but no one royal is going to see me , the way I've planned it. I slip over to the stables. The hand is asleep. Typical. I open Ugagi stall, wispering to him to stay quiet. I saddle and mount him outside. Before we start to canter away, I slip my hand inside the leather pouch around my waist and take the pen out. I write on the bag Take me to Exana Tormen, the only other known one with a pen. As the ink swirls around me and Ugagi, I feel emmense staisfaction. We need to talk.
Mildred Young~
Mildred was baking her earliest batch of bread when she sensed it. Pen magic. Eurgh, Mildred thought Hasn't the stupid Lancelot boy learned that those pens are dangerous? Mildred left the bread and set out to the knights stables. Stepping over the slepping stable hand disdainully, she made a beeline for Ugagi's stall. It was, of course, empty. Curse you, boy! she thought
(February 22, 2015 - 6:23 pm)
Posting twice in a day because I'm Just That Rebellious.
(what's rebellious about posting twice in a day? Absolutely nothing, but I am still Rebellious.)
(Don't take me seriously, please.)
(This post will be much shorter, just to sort of draw the threads together, so to speak.)
Lyessa~
Ink spurts from my fingers, staining the front of my linen dress and the silken scraps in front of me. For a moment I huddle on the ground, shivering as I realize that oh gosh, I just killed a member of the Royal Family of the North Empire. There are plenty of excuses I could give. Prince Virtue, contrary to his name was greedy, needlessly violent, and entitled to everything - but there are ways of tracing pen magic! I will be blamed for the death of their youngest Prince - and to hear that one princess did that to another may well start a war!
He was hunting you, I remind myself. He would have used the pen on you if you hadn't stolen it first - made you a witless prisoner, used your kingdom to further his empire.
I have no time to further consider it, because suddenly a being of pure power whirls into being around me. I wonder whether to write that she could not take my pen, but whatever plan I had fades away as I recognize the figure. She is the Frost elf - not only a frost elf, but a druid, and one of the few to be publicly known to carry a pen.
Nevertheless, she is an authority figure, and I have been raised to deal with them; instantly I straighten and meet her eyes dead-on. "Have you come about -"
"Prince Virtue, yes," she finishes for me. Having seen the brief flash of panic in my eyes, she smiles a little. "You're a princess," she says brusquely, and calmly reveals the flash of a pen in her hand. I gulp, but refuse to answer.
"Do not be so jumpy, it's not like I'm going to hurt you," she sighs. "But that pen can do muchd damage, and I'd rather you were supervized. How long did you survive, blundering about and why did you -"
Suddenly another burst of ink materializes into a tall boy, dark-haired, plainly dressed, and about my age. Despite his simple clothes, I feel instinctively that he's a noble, seeing as I'm a disguised noble myself. There are more than clothes that one has to change - bearing, style, the confident look in one's eyes that marks him as used to giving orders.
"[However it is you a dress a druid]," he bursts out, paying attention only to the lady before me. "I must -" He paused, and glanced at me. "Somewhere private, can we talk?"
She smiles at him - a chilly, regal smile, but genuinely kind-hearted. It doesn't make her any less intimidating to me personally. "I can imagine that the both of you have plenty of questions, as does a young Guardsman we left back there," she says vaguely. "Do either of you have something to write on? There is little tme - fewer than ten true Pen-bearers remain within the borders of this country, if I am to hazard a guess."
I glance back at the inn. "I've heard stories -"
She nods coldly, and scribbles something on her arm. "Shaddar is putting his plans into action," she has time to say cryptically before the three of us are whisked to the site of Virtue's death.
~~~
Not as short as I expected, but I gathered it'd be best if at least four of the (currently active) members were brought together at the moment.
(Technically five, but there's two characters involved.)
I love everyone's characters! (Might end up doodling them later out of pure boredom.) It's been a while since I've been in an RP.
(February 22, 2015 - 7:06 pm)
i smile as we talk. I can feel her staring into my electric blue eyes. I can feel my cheeks blushing. She smiles. I flicker my eyes around. And to think, I almost assassinated her! I hear a bang on the large wooden door. It swings open and shadarr steps in . " I told you I would be back." He smirks.
" Go princess," I say as I turn into a cat and leap at the villain.
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dun dun dun! Sorry for the short post. I only have 2 mins intil I have to go to bed.
(February 22, 2015 - 8:07 pm)
James-
The first thing I see when the ink clears is the girl that has caused me so much pain. When every speck of ink is gone, however, I see a princess-ey girl standing there. Her eyes betray her fear of us. Exana says something about Shaddar.
(February 22, 2015 - 8:09 pm)
"James Lancelot," I say to the boy. He looks shocked.
"Oh, don't be surprised. Your frontal cerebral cortex is quite distinguishable."
He looks confused and I sigh.
"Your forehead, boy."
"Oh," he says.
Suddenly I hear screeching, screaming and crashing from a nearby castle.
"Tol, roch!" I call to the horse in ancient elvish and it sweeps towards me, allowing me to mount as it rushes by. James follows and the girl uses her pen to appear behind me. Shaddar is at that palace to the east.
(February 23, 2015 - 10:05 am)
Sorry didn't have time to write earlier. This is my first RP, so I hope I did this right...........
Queen Lumina~
I lean back in my diamond throne as I yell, "MARY ANN!! Bring me some royal paper IMMEDIATELY!!"
I finger my magical pen, as I think of a fit punishment for John Lenning, a servant who was stupid enough to come here and ask ME to marry him!!
Mary Ann wasn't here yet. "Mary Ann! If you don't come here with that paper now I will blind you!" I say. I can do it too. I have the power of light, and everyone knows that too much light ruins your eyes. At once, Mary Ann came scurrying and handed me the paper saying, "Oh, your Majesty, I'm so sorry, please don't blind me, it's only that the cook spilled the soup and-" "Never mind." I say, as I place the paper on a special little gold table. "You are dismissed." Mary Ann sighs in relief and runs away before I can change my mind. I woudn't blind her anyway, she was actually a rather sweet little girl, only she did get distracted. I turned my attention back to my paper and pen, as I wrote, John Lenning will disappear from the face of this earth in a maximum of five minutes." I smiled, as I wrote the last word, then I put my pen in my pocket. Through a window, I could see that horrid man talking with one of the garden servants, distracting the servant from work. I looked at the grandfather clock in the throne room, then back at the window, and watched the look of astonishment on the gardener's face as John dematerialized before his eyes. I grinned, the reached for my emerald bow. The pen dropped out of the pocket in my white dress, and ink immediately began swirling around me. I felt dizzy, and held on to the bow and my quiver with all my strength in one hand, and grabbed the pen with the other. Suddenly, the ink cleared, and I found myself staring into the startled faces of a group of girls and boys my own age.
(February 23, 2015 - 11:40 am)
I watch the cat with narrowed eyes.
"You shouldn't have said no. You know what I can do," I hiss. I know she can already feel her heart swarming with darkness. Even though she is brave, no one can stop the power of fear. I wave my hands around, guilding them toward her. She finally backs away in fright.
"See my power? Do you fear me?" I shove my hand down, making her back bend down. "Bow down to me!"
"Never!" A voice calls out. I smile.
"More victims to destroy? My my, and this must be the frost elf, something along the lines of... Oh, I forget." I smile again.
(February 23, 2015 - 11:03 am)