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Magical
Instrument RP!
In
the land where is RP is set, magic and music are outlawed by the
king, who fears that someone will become powerful enough to overthrow
him.
He
tries to destroy all of the instruments, but some still survive.
These are found by our charries, who find out that they have a
certain power by playing the instrument. Thus, the king will try to
track then down, they having both music and magic.
Their powers aren't necessarily a good sort of power. They can be bad powers.
Rules:
1.
Don't be overpowered. You can have one power.
2.
You can have up to two charries.
3.
You can be royalty. (E.g. prince, princess, duke, duchess, baron,
baroness ect)
4.
Please commit to this RP by posting AT LEAST every three days.
Seriously, don't just join then never post.
5.
Two charries can have the same instrument.
6.
Their certain power happens when ever they play the instrument,
whether they want it to or not.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Instrument:
Power:
Type
of music that s/he plays: (Ex. Sweet and soft, sharp and quick.)
Back
story:
Plot
ldeas:
Other:
My
charries:
Name: Morcroft
HIll
Age:
14
Appearance:
Wild dark hair, pale grey eyes.
Personality:
Harsh, a loner. Kind of selfish. Not at all friendly.
Instrument:
Violin.
Power:
Can create a small storm but can't control or end it.
Type
of music that s/he plays: Fierce, wild, fast.
Back
story: Lives alone in forest. He can't remember his past.
Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.
Other:
Has a sword of black
metal.
Name:
Zayla
Age:
13
Appearance:
Curly blond hair, sparking blue
eyes.
Personality:
Stubborn. Kind of subdued. Shy and skittish.
Instrument:
Flute
Power: Makes a very very small earthquake.
Type
of music that s/he plays: Playful, quick, mysterious.
Back
story: Works at a castle as a scullery maid.
Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.
Other: Her parents live in the town by the castle but she hardly ever gets to see them.
submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Timeless, Lurking in Shadows
(July 31, 2015 - 7:54 pm)
(July 31, 2015 - 7:54 pm)
Ena~
When I get over the prospect of having food, good food, a whole potful, cooked and prepared and sitting right in front of me to be ladled out....oooh, that all in itself is the best, best, best thing in the world to me. On the better days I eat fruit. It's mostly scraps from the baker though.
After the initial prospect of food gets over me and we've all had our first helpings, things start to settle down. And then the girl asks me the question that haunts my dreams.
"May I use your fiddle?"
Okay, that isn't really exactly what she said. But still.
I've never found out if it's the fiddle or me that makes people dance. If it's the fiddle, and she doesn't know what she's doing, we're all in danger. Terrible danger.
I hand it over without a word.
Then I close my ears.
A few of the notes sneak in anyway. They're terrible and unorganized; this girl has probably never touched an instrument before.
Dark storm clouds fill the sky.
I almost laugh. It's raining because the music is so terrible! But I don't. Instead, I say, which is totally understandable, "What are you doing?"
She doesn't answer. She doesn't know.
After the first few raindrops come down, I ask gently and kindly if I could maybe have my fiddle back. She hands it over reluctantly.
I wonder why she did that?
(August 17, 2015 - 7:14 pm)
Erm, St. Owl, Morcroft is a boy.
(August 18, 2015 - 5:34 pm)
You know what, Katydid? you're right. forget all the planning word for word; we should have lots of room for creativity and unexpected twists.
Thanks for being honest!
Oh, and when I mentioned Fawn giving Terrance the "hazy look", I just meant confusion, though you can take it as whatever you want.
P.S. Okay, I feel awkward saying this, but you rock! Your charries are always so awesome, and you never give up on an RP.
(August 16, 2015 - 4:08 pm)
Hey guys, do you have any idea of how my charries can meet your charries? I'm kind of stuck on that right now....
(August 17, 2015 - 8:56 pm)
Eventually we will probably head to the village. Either that or you could stumble upon us.
(August 17, 2015 - 10:49 pm)
Fawn~
This boy has powers too? I ponder this while finishing up my stew. I've made better, but everyone loves it and that is all I could ask for. "So I only have a few days...maybe you guys could find a place near my house to stay? Maybe you should stay in my barn? I don't think Pa would mind..."
"Uh..." The Prince and the girl called Ena exchange glances. "I don't think he should know. Adults tend to...try and do the right thing."
"Good point...but where would you stay?" My best friend Lyria suddenly comes to mind. (Is this okay? And did I get the name right?) "My friend has a secret basement...she plays an instrument too. Maybe she wouldn't mind letting you stay there? Getting you inside would be a challenge...but I am sure we could manage!"
Morcroft nods. "Yeah. Might work."
Aq- whatever her name is- asks, "Would she be okay with it?"
I shrug. "We'll find out! And..uh..You might want to get a change of clothes your highness."
He smiles. "I'll sell them for some money, oh, and call me Philip."
I grin back, feeling want and fuzzy inside. Me? Calling the prince by his name?!?
(August 19, 2015 - 2:08 pm)
Zayla~
It suddenly begins to rain, first softly then harder and harder until it is pouring. "Did you create this?" l ask Morcroft.
"l didn't. l don't have any powers. The storm just came."
l don't think so...The sky was clear before he started playing. Who is he, anyways?
"We can't go anywhere in this weather," says Fawn. "We'll wait until it blows over."
(August 20, 2015 - 2:52 pm)
Ok, thanks! I think I'm going to wait until you guys get into the village for my charries to meet you.
(August 19, 2015 - 6:35 pm)
We covered all of the hard, mossy cave floor with hay not quite wet because it was under trees. Not all of the floor, but a lot of it, every section where we sleep. The cave is small, so it does almost cover the ground. Our instrument are placed up on a natural jagged ledge, "Great idea!" I had complimented the girl, Ena, for it was her idea.
I stare up at the cave ceiling, barely being able to see because it is shrouded in blackness. A gloom hangs over our figures and the rain eventually drowns out the howling dogs. Eventually I fall asleep, the damp, heavy air surrounding me.
(August 20, 2015 - 9:07 pm)
Morcroft~
l spy a small group of people though the rain. They are armred, and armed. Not good. Then l notice the king's crest on the flag that they're carrying.
They must be looking for the prince. For us. l quickly shake everyone who as fallen asleep awake. "The king's guards are here. We must flee."
They look at me, confused. "We've got to go! The king is looking for us! We must leave!"
(August 25, 2015 - 4:14 pm)
Philip~
"He left the castle?" I ask, humored as well as suprised. Morcroft turns to me, his features hidden by the dark.
"Princ- Philip, we must go," he says, obviously having detected the humor in my voice.
"No!" Fawn whispers. "They found my spot! My valley!" Fear is embedded in her voice and Ena's figure places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Lets go," Amethyst (? I can never remember her name. Sorry) urges, already handing the instruments from the ledge. I take my harp and safely tuck it under my arm.
"Wait..." whispers Fawn.
"We don't have time!" Terrance hisses.
"Trust me!" she orders, grabbing her flute case from Amethyst. She quickly and silently assembles her flute, stepping through the waving vines and into the rain.
"Over there!" I hear a gruff man yell, but it is quickly interrupted by the sound of music. (Eh?)
"Wait! Plug your ears!!" I whisper, doing so at the same time. I can see the others doing the same.
"No...stop...her..." I hear a guard topple over and land on the ground.
Fawn~
One guard down. I continue playing, hoping the rain won't completely damage my flute. My music is soon accompanied by the out-of-beat thumping sound that the falling guards make. The dogs make. It farther then the men, who are half asleep on the ground, but they too sleep. I lower my flute from my mouth, grinning. Success.
A lone man stands up, removing his fingers from his ear and quick as a bird in flight draws an arrow. He lets the arrow fly.
I feel the arrow slice my leg by a little, wondering why he missed. I hear the fiddle playing behind me and slowly look up, watching his continuous dancing. Suddenly the urge to dance hits me, along with someone's hands. I open my eyes wide, bringing my hands up to my ears, over the ones already there. "Oh yeah," I whisper.
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