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I am starting a new RP. Please tell me if I am doing anything wrong or anything like that.
In this RP our characters live in this medival land with mythical creatures and stuff. We live in the kingdom Fayry. There is a war going on and lots of people have to train to be a soldier. It is unclear on if the kingdom will be destroyed. Please no more than seven people please.
Here is the sheet.
Name: Mazie Hawk
Age: 12
Apperance: light brown hair usually pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and freckles
Personality: Sassy, logical and smart
Strengths: A good fighter and as I said, logical and smart
Other: She is training to be a soldier
Let me make it clear that anyone can be in the royal family or have special powers. PLEASE POST!!!!!!!!
submitted by Lemon banana , age 10 , MT
(March 6, 2016 - 8:43 pm)
(March 6, 2016 - 8:43 pm)
Sorry for not posting! I've just been really busy lately, and yes, I know, that's a lame excuse, but it's true! Okay so anyway, here we go:
Colette--
Ugh. Time for etiquette lessons again. I sigh as I scoop up my books and step out the door, headed to the Castle for my lesson with Mr.Monotone, a.k.a. the Royal Instructor. I stopped for a moment as I was passing the field where battle training is being held. I looked longingly at the extra stash of swords, daggers, and shields at the edge of the field and wished I was out there beating the boys to a pulp with the other girls my age instead of sitting inside a classroom learning how to be "proper". My five cousins, the wonderful, beautiful, amazing, outstanding princesses, absolutely love their lessons, because the Instructors are "dashing" and "handsome", they say. Technically, I'm not even a princess, but my mother is the Queen's sister, and she takes it very seriously. My father just goes along with whatever she says because supposedly she's the most beautiful woman in the whole kingdom, according to him. I finally find the stupid classroom after getting lost not once, but twice, and now I'm late for lessons. Great.
(March 13, 2016 - 3:28 pm)
Catherine~ One, two three, four five six.
“I’ve always found balls a bit of a bore,” the voice of Lord Basil Egbert Aldwyn Hilhconton drones on and on and on.
“Really your Lordship? How, fascinating.” I strive to keep my voice polite and interested.
“Call me Basil, you know while I was at the front...”
“ I believe that's the end of the dance,” I say hastily before he can ask for the pleasure of the next dance. “I remember Lady Sheldon saying she wanted the chance to dance with you.” Lady Sheldon had in fact told me that Sir Basil would make an “excellent match.” Holding only a small bit of land, Lady Sheldon was always looking for opportunities to raise her station in the world. I curtsy and glide with mincing steps towards a seat at the edge of the ballroom.
“May I have this dance, Lady Catherine?" A courteous voice startles me, and I turn around.
“It would be my pleasure Lord Grafton.” Handsome, polite and very rich, Lord Grafton, who happens to be our host, is easily one of the most eligible men in the room. We take our places and the dance begins. Princess Minerva was intended to be the recipient of the Graftons hospitality, but as she was training to be a soldier, the invitation was offered to me.
“Is Her Royal Highness ill?” He startles me; I certainly didn’t expect a question about the Princess's welfare.
“Do you always start conversations this way, Lord Grafton?”
“You might think I deserve an explanation, since Princess Minerva was originally invited. Not that I don’t enjoy your charming company.” He insults me and compliments me in the same phrase.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, besides, didn’t the palace send you a letter of explanation?”
“In training to become a soldier. I mean really, she’s a Princess.” He sounds contemptuous and disdainful.
“It’s true, every word of it. I happen to be in close correspondence with her.” We come to the top of the set and sashay down. The dance ends and we go our separate ways. The rumors that Lord Grafton seemed to so easily believe disturb me; the country needs unity and strength, not discord.
(March 13, 2016 - 9:03 pm)
@ Shohannhandlily. Did I spell that right? Probably not. But could you give me a little more info on what you want Bastion to do? Just so I don't write anything that you really do not want Bastion to or say.
(March 14, 2016 - 12:30 pm)
Well, I don't have an exact plan. Basically he acts really politely and gentleman-like. Meaning that he lets Mazie win. Do you think that they should fight with swords? Because the other charries are all going hand to hand. No matter which way they fight Bastion is strong and talented. He is shy and does not talk much. Perhaps you could incorporate his dog, who is sitting still so Mazie can't see him, as he blends into his environment. Whatever you want.
(March 14, 2016 - 2:38 pm)
Ok thank you!
(March 14, 2016 - 3:49 pm)
So.............. Isn't it Mazie's turn to write?
(March 16, 2016 - 1:42 pm)
(March 16, 2016 - 4:31 pm)
Sorry about the wait guys!
Mazie~
Mr. Oaken hands Bastion and I swords. "These have already been used." He says, "The people who used them unfortunately, well, let's just say, couldn't use them anymore." I look at Bastion. We fight. He is really good. But I manage to finally get him on his knees. I advance. But something trips me. Does he have, like, powers or something? Anyway, I fall but he is on the ground too. So we tie. I think I will stay away from this guy as much as possible. "Alright," Mr. Oaken says, " that should be enough for the day. Everybody who has a long way home, there is soup in the great hall. If you need to borrow a room that is fine too." Bastion disappears into the crowd. He is patting the air. I am definitely going to stay away from him as much as possible.
(March 17, 2016 - 11:51 am)
Me next, I guess!
~Lily
As soon as he mentions 'soup in the great hall', I utter a sigh of relief. I don't live that far away, but there won't be enough food for my brother, my mother, and I becuase I wasn't out working at the market like I usually do. My mother will have attempted the job today, but the odds of her making enough money for tonight's food is not very likely. (Let's just say, she's not much of the charmer.) I stand up, despite the headache that immediately follows it and throbs from all of the bruises that I've gotten today. The headache has made me lose my senses somewhat, but I just walk toward the mass of people moving in the same general direction.
I knew that I'd gotten there when I smelled the delicious aroma. Upon entering the room, there is a great surge of people running towards the soup. I almost fall, but I know that I have to get to the soup. Someone shoves me to the side, and another person punches me to get ahead. I would have fallen to the ground, had someone not picked me up. I try to gently get they're hands off of me, worried about what they might do now to get the soup before it all runs out, but whoever it is marches me right out of the room.
Next thing I know, I'm in what looks like an infirmary. A nurse comes by with a cool cloth to replace the old one on my forehead. "Ya was out cold when'e brought ya in!" she says, checking my bruises, touching them to see how tender they were.
"Who?" I cough out, asking about the person who had brought me in. But, she's not listening, and still rambling on about who know's what. I finally have had enough, and attempt slapping her hand off of my bruises. It was a pretty pathetic slap, but she seems to get the picture and backs off.
"Who?" I try again.
"Whataya mean 'oo, sweet'art?" she asks gently. I was about to ask again when a panicked thought came to mind. I thought so much about who the person was that got me here, I had forgotten about, "Family?"
"Ya famly? Ah yes, ya famly. Dey gotta know where yare!" She crys, eyes wide. A surge of energy overcomes me, and I get out of that room as fast as I possibly can. When I get to my little one-story house and push the door open, my mother was on the other side, looking like she was about to go looking for me.
"Lily!" she cries and throws her arms around me. Instead of telling her that she needs to wash like I do many times as a greeting, I hug her back. Max, my brother, squeezes in with us. I know my mother wants to say that I'm never going back there again, but there's just no way that that can happen. Once you join the army, you stay in the army. Our number in soldiers is too low for anybody to turn back.
In the bed that Max and Mother prepared for me, I want to know who got me to the infirmary. I must find that person.
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I was trying to figure out a way for us all to meet, so I was thinknig that one of you could be the one that puts Lily in the infirmary.
(March 17, 2016 - 7:55 pm)
It sounds like something Bastion would do, or maybe Matanus?
After they all meet, what do you guys think should happen? I was thinking maybe the village and castle would be attacked, and it would be up to them to save both. Any other ideas?
TOP!!!
(March 19, 2016 - 7:53 am)
Yes, I think that is a good idea. Also It is your turn to write.
(March 19, 2016 - 9:02 am)
Sorry I didn't right yesterday. I'm trying to bring the characters together in this-- just tell me if you object to anything.
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Bastion~
I am starting to regret joining the militia as I head into the hall for soup before I go home. My partner doesn't think very well of me, to put it lightly. Plus, she's a girl, which means I can't exert my full strength against her.
The whole partner system doesn't make sense to me. In a real battle, you are trying to fight to the death with your opponent. But obviously, you don't want to have half the militia to be killed. It doesn't seem like a good way to prepare for war, but I can't think of any better.
My stomach grumbles. I can tell that Dolphus is hungry as well.
"Come on, Dolphus," I say quietly, reaching down to pet him. "Let's get some soup."
Mazie looks at me and raises an eyebrow. Maybe we aren't supposed to have bring dogs to the training session.
I enter the building, and am immediately surrounded by youths rushing towards the pot of soup, any order they learned during training forgotten. A skinny freckled girl staggers woozily towards the food. I recognize her as the girl who was lying on the ground, knocked down by a brute.
Suddenly, the same brute punches her to get ahead. She falters, then collapses to the ground, her face streaming blood.
Forgetting hunger, I dart forward and pick her up. I can barely carry her, but Peter trained me to be strong in the forest. There is only one place I know where she can get proper care-- the castle infirmary. As I leave the building, I notice Mazie watching me.
I slowly make my way up the hill to where the castle is located, often taking breaks.
A guard runs down the hill, looking at me suspiciously. I explain what I'm doing, and he nods. Apparently a few other trainees for the milita had to go too.
The guard takes the girl from my arms, and enters the castle. I follow. He leads me down a long, winding passageway to the infirmary.
"What's happening?" I hear a voice in the hall. I think it's the princess.
(March 20, 2016 - 1:48 pm)
Say Top, CAPTCHA!
gnog
You want some egg nog? No, top!
gnog
I give up
(March 21, 2016 - 2:39 pm)
wyun
Wine? Now you want wine? I already gave you eggnog!
wyun
I think you're underage... oh well
(March 21, 2016 - 2:40 pm)
(March 21, 2016 - 2:41 pm)