Chatterbox: Inkwell

Fantasy RPG

Rules:

1. If you join please please PLEASE stick to this RPG.

2. Only one charrie. And it must NOT be overpowered. They must have weaknesses. People with a more Snape-like character and especially one who loses at things sometimes are much much better than Mary Sues.

3. No godmodding.

4. This is NOT a fast-paced RPG. I suggest you edit and plan your posts. Insert description. If you are posting more than once a day I would appreciate you slowing down a bit.

5. Have fun.

They live in a sprawling country hidden by a crust of long-dead volcanoes and surrounded on all sides but one with sea. There is a king, a queen, princes and princesses but there are other positions of power- there are the queen’s handmaidens, who are her messengers and advise her, and there are the Mage Guilds, who work with the monarchy to protect their little kingdom. Just to switch things up, in this world the Queen is in a higher position than the King. It is more likely for Mages to be girls than boys.

Mage powers:

Fire, lightning, earthbending, making plants grow, telepathy, telekinines (but the last two only work for adult mages)

I’m thinking we could just do some court intruige. Love triangles maybe a bit of a rebellion and some betrayl along the way all works great.

Here are some characters I think it would be nice to use:

         -A villain (A Mage who wants to marry the eldest princess)

         -Handmaiden to the queen (who just might actually work for the villain)

          -The queen

         -The eldest princess (In love with a guard who always protects her faithfully. Her parents want her to marry the villain.) [14-18]

  • -A mage or two

    - The next oldest princess (who is actually adopted from a mage family) (Yes she has magic- but only ONE power) [11-14]

    - A thief

First come, first serve applies here.

Charrie form:  

Name:

Age:

Character type:

Appearance:

Powers/talents:

Weaknesses:

Personality:

Habits:

My character:

Name: Anura (Ah-nor-a) Shyle (Shy-ul)

Age: 42

Character type: Queen

Appearance: She has red streaked bronze hair pulled up into a high tight ponytail or braid. She has tapering fingers and violet eyes. She has lightly tanned skin.

Powers/talents: She conveys authority and her citizens are very loyal. She also is good at shooting arrows and weaving.

Weaknesses:  She is bossy and set in her ways. She makes all of her children wear formal clothes all of the time, and she makes them attend all manner of banquets. 

Personality: Slightly bossy, set in her ways. She is just and kind but isn't very brave. She also indulges in her riches a little too much sometimes. She collects shoes. However she is on good terms with her handmaidens.

Habits: Folding her hands, standing up very straight

submitted by Indigo
(July 11, 2015 - 8:38 am)

back to the Inkwell

I'll start if no one else was going to. If it clashes with something someone was going to post, we can get rid of it.

I carefully held the flute to my mouth.

"Now an A."
I move my fingers to the right position and blow.
"Good." My flute teacher, a tall woman with tall shoes and ironically short hair, continues to lecture about the importance of hitting the right notes and how we mustn't offend the delicate ears of others in the peerage. When she finishes, I try to look as if I find all this of the utmost importance. She nods seriously, and I nod seriously in return.
"That is the entire lesson for today. You may leave."
Shaelle and I walk out the door to the courtyard. I giggle. 
"Hush, Estella," my sister says, but she's smiling, more than she was earlier.
"Yes. I really ought to hush, as my laughter might disturb one of the lords and ladies of the castle. Why, such a terrible occurrence would be worse than playing a B Flat instead of a B!"
She laughs, then pauses. "It really is our duty to learn these things, you know."
"I know, but everyone needn't be so serious and grave about it. It's flute-playing, not war, and anyway, our kingdom hasn't had anything like a war or famine since the year I was born. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go attend to my embroidery."
"Is that really what you'll be doing?"
"No. My embroidery is such a mess I don't think I'll ever untangle those threads again. It's hopeless. I'm hopeless at embroidery. I'm going to the gardens."
"Don't be late for supper. It annoys Mother so."
"It wouldn't be anything she wasn't used to. But I'll try." I open the gate to the gardens as my sister heads back to the castle. 
As I walk through the gardens, I see a figure, also walking, seeming oddly nonchalant for a shadowy figure in the gardens. As I get closer I see that he's a boy about my age, with messy, fairly long black hair falling over his eyes. [For anyone who's read the series, think Leo Fitzpatrick from the Willow Falls series, except his hair is less curly.] He sees me and walks over.
"Good day, Miss," he says, not very seriously.
"Who are you?"
"Lucas." He holds out his hand.
"But-" I stop. Why bother asking him what he's doing here? I probably shouldn't tell him who I am (hazard of being royalty), so I cast about my brain for a name to give him. I think back to my history lesson.
"...Helen," Of Troy, I add to myself.
He raises his eyebrows. "Really."
"Yes..."
He shrugs. I look at his hand, then relent and shake it. This is so ridiculously awkward.
"Oh...Uh...I'm probably late," I say, which is most likely true. "I should go."
"Well, then it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Helen." He looks like he's about to laugh. He totally knows who I am. 
"And you." I hurry away. That was both incredibly awkward and incredibly strange. Nobody who was "Nobody important" would be allowed in the castle gardens, so he had either snuck in or was the son of some lord or other. I thought back to his fine clothes. Most likely the latter. I shrugged and walked back to the castle, dismissing the thoughts.
 
Sorry if it's kind of long. (This is actually my first rp, so if I mess up, just let me know.) I figured Lucas could be a minor character, maybe if someone wanted to join, they could take him. I thought he'd be a duke's son that ends up friends with Estella. If you don't want extra characters, he doesn't really need to exist, I could stop that post at when she's heading out to the gardens.
submitted by Sydney C., age 12, Here and There
(July 13, 2015 - 5:29 pm)

Callidus~

On, how I hate earth mages. Just the sight of them ignites a fire in my gut that can only be extinguished by letting out rage. I know the ones I train to fight haven't done anything to me, but looking at them triggers memories of dark times, times when I was judged by what I was. I can still here what they said to me...

Fire scum! This is our forest. Go back to where you belong!

But I had nowhere to go. The nearest fire mage village had been miles away from the forest, and no one would escort me. It was out of the kindness of my father's heart that I was even permitted to stay in the forest. My father was the only one who wasn't hostile towards me because I was different from everyone else.

Of course, he was still baffled that I was different. I remember eavesdropping on midnight conversations him and my mother had about my "condition."

I just don't understand it, Rubella! There has been no history of anything but earth magic in both mine and your family! How could our son possibly be a fire mage?

Things like this are very rare, but they can still happen, dear. Once in a great while a mage is born possessing different powers than his or her parents. It is always an omen, but only time will tell whether it is a bad or good one.

The only thing that kept me going in those dark times was the thought that I would one day be king of the forest. The thought that once my father the king died, I would rule over everyone who had ever insulted me. Then, when my father lay on his deathbed, he whispered the name of the next king.

"Folium."

It was my brother's name. Not mine. It was then I realized that even my kind-hearted father was prejudiced against me, and believed that I could never rule the forest just because I did not possess earth powers. My father had stolen the one valuable thing I had. Leadership. 

That had all happened before the Great Merge, before the mage guilds set aside their differences and united for the good of the kingdom. But even though there was no longer any tension between the guilds, the flashbacks still persisted, and they most commonly happened when I made contact with an earth mage.

Rather unfortunate, since I see earth mages every day. 

submitted by J.B.E
(July 13, 2015 - 8:14 pm)

Quinn~

I let out a sigh of relief as the cold water falls on my head, which is already dampened with sweat. Usually I am not still panting now, but the workout was exceptionally hard. I shake my head sending water droplets everywhere, then I hand the bucket to the next person in line. I stop to talk with a friend, then head to the dining hall.

I grin at a lunch lady and she smiles back, then looks down. She serves my 'food,' and I head away to table. At closer inspection I recognise the man next to me as a first-year trainee. And as one of the talkative ones.

"So, Sir," he begins.

"No need to call me 'Knight,' or 'Sir," I say.

"Oh..uh...are you sure?"

"Call me Quinn," I give him a grin and we shake hands.

"Jeffery," He replies with a smile.

Usually you can't become a knight unless you fight in a battle. And you cant fight in a battle unless you are a graduated knight. But, on rare occasions, they need lots of backup. last year the war was so bad they needed backup all the way to the second-year trainees. I was a second-year, and thus gained the title of 'knight.' So basically third-years and up have that title. We finish lunch break and head out to our trainers. The third years trainer is Sir Rufus. Tough is the one word I can think of to explain him.

Much painstaking work later I collapse on my bed with muscles aching. I take of my remaining armor, basically my helmet and my shoes, and fall into a deep sleep before dinner. 

 

submitted by Katydid
(July 14, 2015 - 12:47 am)

Goodbye peoples. I won't be back until Friday around noon.

submitted by Lindsey R.
(July 14, 2015 - 8:42 am)

Mich~

A yell of a baker, the whoosh of a lady's skirts, and the filled stomach of one red-haired thief usually means that Mich has stolen something. As she ducks under a table and tastes her stolen sweet bread, Mich is aimed at nothing but pranks, laughter, and filled bellies. She is not afraid, indeed, Mich won't be caught anytime soon. Her whole life has been steal, eat, sleep, then steal again. 

Mich takes another bite of the bread, and then decides to save the rest. Shoving the sugary pastry into her pocket, she mutters a "sorry" as she knocks over a tray of desserts for the market. Deciding that it's nice to pretend no one else would want them, Mich grabs a few and throws them into her bag. Her eyes scavenge for more stuff and she reaches for a blanket. But instead, she muffles a gasp when a hand grabs her by the scruff and holds her high.

"Watcha doin', little lassie?" the man hisses, while Mich rolls her eyes. Studying the man closer, she figures that the man isn't above a well-placed trick.

"Mister, lemme go," Mich sniffles.

"Thief!" he screeches into her ear. "Don't gimme that."

"Fine, fine! How 'bout this: I give you a few gold pieces to pay for my little piece of bread," Mich pleads, carefully wording her sentence. The man thinks for a moment, and a smile grows on his face.

"Sure thing, little lady." He holds out his hand. Pulling out a few needles from her pocket, she swiftly jams them into his hand. He screeches and lets go of Mich, and Mich streaks away.

 

 

submitted by Danie
(July 14, 2015 - 7:00 pm)

Callidus~

General Zoroto! General Zoroto!"

It's Ramus, an annoying little earth mage. I look up from my book. "Training doesn't start for another hour, Ramus. What do you want?"

The young boy backs up a little at my intimidating tone.  "I... I just wanted to report the scouts have detected some bandits in the town square!"

"Did you try getting rid of them?"

"We did, but they dodged our magic. They were quick!"

"Then do your job and alert the queen, you little rat!"

"I c-can't sir, she's having dinner. I'm not allowed in the royal dining room."

I stood up. "Fine! I'll do it myself!" Ramus shuffled timidly out of my way as I marched out of my study. 

It was clear the boy was scared of me, but most of my pupils were. Fear was how I kept them in line, how I trained them to be great like me. Heaven knows how scared they would be of me if they knew my past, what I had really  done. Luckily, I'm the only living witness to the fire in the earth mage forest. There were no survivors, I made sure of that. The earth mage students I have are from different villages, and they will never find out what I've done. 

I reached the door to the royal dining room, and raised a fist to knock. 

submitted by J.B.E
(July 14, 2015 - 8:45 pm)

Quinn~

I smile and chat with Prince Timothy. "Ah, yes she has grown," he says, referring to his elder sister.

"I haven't seen her for ages, but I'm sure she has. As have you." I grin and adjust myself in my chair.

Back in the days where girls and boys played together in the gardens, Prince Timothy, Princess (I forget her name), and I played together. At least until their younger sister was born.

"Anyway, I do have work to do. Papers to sort and things like that. Oh! And I am actually heading out today for the peace thingy. But maybe when I get back we could plan a little reunion."

I nod and bid farewell. Prince Timothy leaves and I head to the tavern with some buddies.

"Come on Quinn!! Sing for us!!!" a couple knights shout in unison.

"If you sing along!" I bellow.

"OOOooooo," we sing, begining one of the most popular tavern songs.

In the middle of the song a guard appears, panic on his face. I stand up and the tavern quiets, all staring at the guard.

"The..." he takes a breath, "the Prince is dead." If the tavern was silent before it suddenly became silent. As in lack of noise. 

But that is impossible! I just spoke with him a couple hours ago!!! 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hope thi is okay with everybody. I made a prince and then killed him...whoopee!! 

submitted by Katydid
(July 14, 2015 - 9:06 pm)

can i still join

submitted by emij114, age 13
(July 15, 2015 - 9:24 am)

~Anura~

The servant opens the door to the royal dining room and we file in. I sit at the head of the table. My husband Tythlo sits at my right hand. Estella moves to sit at my left hand side but realizes her mistake and moves to the foot of the table. Shaelle takes her seat to my left hand. I make a motion with my hand and the servant who opened the door scurries to get the first few dishes. She lays out two plates of duck, a lamb leg with a thick mint sauce, creamed carrots, and chicken pot pie. "Chicken pot pie, please," says Estella. I serve her a portion then serve myself some of the duck and a small hump of creamed carrots. I'm chewing a bite of creamed carrot when there's a knock at the door. It's Callidus. Callidus bows. "I am sorry to interrupt your dinner... but... something has come up."

I sigh. Dinner is one of my favorite times... often Tythlo and Shaelle play chess or Estella plays her flute. "What is it?"

 

submitted by Indigo
(July 15, 2015 - 9:30 am)

Callidus~

"Will you please step outside for a moment?" I try to speak as softly as possible. Anura reluctantly leaves her seat and walks across the marble floor of the dining room, until she joins me on the other side of the door.

"Your majesty, my scouts have detected some bandit-"

"THE PRINCE! THE PRINCE!" hysterical shouting from across the hall cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. It's a guard, and from the looks of it he's run up at least ten flights of stairs. He stands with his hands on his knees, panting, while the queen and I stand awkwardly waiting for him to say something.

"The prince... is dead!" The guard finally gets out what he wanted to say, and it's much graver news than what I was about to tell the queen. Shock jolts through my body when I hear the news. I look over at Anura. She's very pale, and almost looks like she's about to faint.

I briefly run back into the dining room. "Someone get a chair out here, the queen needs to sit down!"

The king stands up in concern. "But, why?"

"That's no one's concern right now, your majesty! Just now that something terrible has happened and Anura didn't take it well." Without looking to see if they followed my advice, I run out of the dining room and over to the fallen guard. "How did this happen?" I demand. "I have mages all over the city! It's incredibly safe!"

The guard seems like he's about to talk, but just ends up coughing.

I grab his tunic and shake him. "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" I repeat.

"You... you'll have to ask the captain of the guard..." the man wheezes.

"I don't have time for this..." I grumble to myself. I let go of the guard, and sprint down the stairs.

 

submitted by J.B.E
(July 15, 2015 - 7:29 pm)

~Estella~

I look up from my chicken pot pie. The general is standing in the doorway. "Something has come up," he says. It's odd, really, because the general in particular likes to solve things for himself-I think he gets frustrated having to train the beginner mages. I'm honestly glad I have a Royal Magic Expert (or whatever the official title is) to help me- I know the general is a good man, but he intimidates me. I think almost everyone feels that way- except Mother of course. I turn to Shaelle but she gives me a quelling look. I glance at the general one more time, then meekly look down at my plate. Something's really wrong. This isn't normal. Dinner is Mother's favorite time of day. The general wouldn't interrupt unless it was a grave matter. Mother and Father follow the general out of the room, leaving Shaelle and me alone.
I pick at my food. Every few seconds Shaelle and I glance at each other nervously. It seems to take ages for Mother and Father to get back, but I can't tell because Shaelle and I aren't really eating, so who knows if it's still supper-time or not. Then the door opens and Mother stands in the doorframe, white.
"It's your brother," she says. "There was a band of...of ruffians, in the square, but they were too fast for the mages, and...and...in the short time it took for news of the bandits to come to us, Timothy..." Tears stream down her face. I don't know what to do. I'm afraid of what she's saying. Shaelle stands up. I just stare, frozen.
"He was killed." The general seems apathetic, but he's always that way.
Why would bandits be in the square? There are a few thieves- I've seen them out my bedroom window occasionally, and you have to admit they're quick, and smart. But the thieves steal food, and pull pranks. Nothing like this has ever happened. And that it would happen...to Timothy. I'd never say it aloud-even I'm not that bold-but what if this was planned?
I'm afraid to think such things. 
submitted by Sydney C., age 12, Here and There
(July 15, 2015 - 7:54 pm)

Well, minor continuity error. Disregard my post, I guess. I like Sydney's better. It's more how my character would act in the presence of the royal family.

submitted by J.B.E
(July 15, 2015 - 9:13 pm)

Quinn~

I dash out of the tavern and toward the castle with one thought impressed in my mind. The queen.

I arrive at the castle to find out the royal family are mourning seperatly in their rooms. I make my way toward the queen's chambers with a grim exspression. I silently open the door and take a step in her unguarded room. "Your highness?" I ask softly, bowing my head. 

"Go away," She replies, attempting to sound strong.

"Your higness, it's me...Quinn."

"Oh..Quinn.." She rounds a corner, looking down.

"I would just like to pay my respects your highness....he was a..great..man..." 

submitted by Katydid
(July 15, 2015 - 9:58 pm)

Sorry! I missed that you posted.

submitted by Sydney C., age 12, Here's and There
(July 16, 2015 - 8:29 am)

That's alright, I like your post more than mine. Just make sure to read the post of the last person who posted before you right your own continuation.

submitted by J.B.E
(July 16, 2015 - 10:09 am)
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