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In the tradition of ZNZ (and probably many others), I'm starting a new RP thread, open to all! Create a character for yourself and put yourself in the story! I'm a fan of magic and medieval times, so that's where this story is set. My only request is that we don't add modern things like cell phones or laser beams... or spaceships. Right! Off we go!
//Thresh//
"Dreg, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea!" Thresh hissed at his twin. Dreg of course paid him no mind.
"You remember your line, right?" asked Dreg, his eyes glinting with anticipation. That was the only visible difference between the two--their eyes. Both had long blond hair kept perpetually back in a ponytail, tanned skin, crooked grins that tended to make the opposite sex giggle, and perfectly straight, white teeth to go with. Dreg had blue eyes the color of the summer sky. Thresh, on the other hand, had red. Girls would fawn over Dreg until the cows came home, but one glance at Thresh and they would stare at him as if he were a new species of stinging insect. He'd learned to live with it--by sixteen he really hadn't been given a choice--but he'd be a liar if he said it didn't bother him. Dreg was the only one who looked at him like a normal person.
Which is why he usually went along with whatever his brother said, even if it was clearly a bad idea. Like right now.
"Yeah, but really... you're seriously going to go through with--"
"Thresh, please!" Dreg fixed him with a calm, blue stare. "This is going to work. I promise. And we'll be able to feed the girls for a month!"
Thresh pictured their three little sisters back at their house--hut, really; pictured how skinny they were and how resigned even little Terra had become to their tragic state of poverty. No five year-old deserved to starve to death. That made up Thresh's mind.
"Okay," he said, squaring his shoulders, "let's do this. Please make sure my head stays on my shoulders if something goes wrong."
Dreg grinned his crooked grin. "Nothing will go wrong, brother," he promised. "In three hours we will be feasting on roast pheasant!"
submitted by Tempest, age Lucky 13, Somewhere Indec
(June 25, 2010 - 11:48 pm)
(June 25, 2010 - 11:48 pm)
I created Noreen, but I don't mind what age she is.
(August 22, 2010 - 12:22 pm)
Hey Guys! I've been reading along for a while and want to join, can I?
Here's my Charrie:
Name: Rosalia Èpine
Apperence: Tall, thin, with fine blond hair, pale skin, and rosy cheeks. Always wears a pale blue dress, that goes down to her ankles, with a pink sash and white knee-high boots and socks. Looks like she a fine china doll.
Abbilities: She can do magic.
Other: Speaks in a French accent and lives on the streets.
(August 22, 2010 - 8:24 pm)
Hey Guys! I've been reading along for a while and want to join, can I?
Here's my Charrie:
Name: Rosalia Èpine
Apperence: Tall, thin, with fine blond hair, pale skin, and rosy cheeks. Always wears a pale blue dress, that goes down to her ankles, with a pink sash and white knee-high boots and socks. Looks like she is a fine china doll.
Abbilities: She can do magic.
Other: Speaks in a French accent and lives on the streets.
(August 22, 2010 - 8:28 pm)
Join away, Kat! We'd love to have you!
(August 24, 2010 - 3:18 pm)
So, I think 14 for the younger twins sounds good, or 13, but it doesn't really matter. @ kat: are you aware that you commented the same exact thing twice? i'm just wondering.
(August 28, 2010 - 1:34 pm)
Yay! Welcome Kat!
(This occurred to me................ What is our title?)
(August 28, 2010 - 5:13 pm)
Title? Do we need one? I'm going to wait until another person posts before posting more writing myself.
(September 1, 2010 - 3:05 pm)
TOP! top top
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(September 2, 2010 - 7:32 pm)
I don't know if we need a title, but we could think about it. Let's find one when we finish... if we ever finish. OK, I will write some more. IF YOU HAVE QUIT THIS RP, PLEASE SAY SO. I'm hoping some folks are still posting!!
//Clo//
I awoke. I was on a horse-drawn cart not far from where I'd been knocked out. A middle-aged man stood in the front.
"Hello? Why am I here?" I asked. He turned to face me. I recognized him as the traveling slave dealer who came round by our house on occasion.
"The Baron expects quality gifts on his birthday. And it isn't illegal to enslave an outlaw."
"I'm not an--"
"A false magic company admits to hiring you, girl! What's your name?"
"Clo Stonegate."
"Huh. Clo. That's not a suitable name for a gift. I like to make my wares seem better. It's all in the name, you see. You'll answer to Rireina Gareth from now on. A slave takes her master's surname, and soon you'll have the honor of being Baron de Gareth's property.
"Rireina Gareth?" I cried. It sounded like someone else's name. How could I answer to Rireina? The slave dealer ignored me.
We rode to the Baron's home, where he 'oo'ed and 'ahh'ed over me. I held my tongue. I couldn't believe I'd been captured just like that. I'd been stupid, just stupid. I was led to a room with maybe thirty other people, and told it was the slaves' quarters.
There were people of all sizes and genders and ages and body types! Several thin blankets lay on the ground. A mother held her baby, who was crying. As I was surveying the scene, a little girl tugged on my skirts.
"Hello. I'm Vivian, and I'm five. What's your name?" She was small, and came up to my waist. Her red hair stuck out like a little flame. Five. So she was Terra's age. I felt a sudden tug of longing to go home.
"Clo." I answered instinctively. "No, sorry. Rireina."
"They given you a new name?"
"Yes. Did that happen to you, too?"
"They given me my only one." Vivian explained. "They got me when I was newborn."
"Oh." I said. "I see."
The next day, my chores began early. Vivian and I were set to work in the kitchens under the supervision of the mother I'd seen in the slaves' quarters, Gertrude. I was shaping marzipan into a little castle for the birthday banquet, while Vivian helped Gertrude mix bread dough. The Baron walked by the kitchen to check our progress. Delving into conversation, he turned to...
"Thresh?" I asked. He was in disguise, that much was certain, but I couldn't miss those eyes. Besides, I'd known him all my life. Our gazes met, but Thresh turned and left stiffly.
"Rireina! Don't be silly, girl. The likes of you couldn't possibly know a lord like him." Exclaimed Gertrude.
"Yes." I lied. "He, uh, looked like someone I used to know."
"Humph." Muttered Gertrude. "You'll be lucky not to get a boxing from the Master for rudeness.
So Gertrude was denying it. Vivian didn't understand what we were talking about. But the Baron, the master; he had heard. He had known that I was right somehow.
Spam boy says 'uhmm'. um? I guess he can't think of anything. ha ha.
(September 4, 2010 - 1:07 pm)
NICE SASHA! i was wondering how i'd be able to connect our characters! I'm writing from a cell phone right now... so I won't post until tomorrow. But I'll have to think about this now.
(September 4, 2010 - 7:42 pm)
//Thresh//
Clo. Clo was in the manor. Doing what? How did she get there? She'd always been the most impulsive of all his siblings--which, considering Dreg's track record, was saying something--but he couldn't imagine that she would just show up at the Baron's and demand a position. So why was she here? He remembered the shock of seeing her, dirty and unkempt, in the kitchens that morning; remembered the fear and horror on her face when she'd seen him.
A wave of anger washed over him. He hadn't wanted anyone to see him like this--he was frightening enough with his eyes. To see him dressed as the Scarlet Sorcerer... well, at least it hadn't been Melayna who'd seen him. Seeing Mel appalled with what he was doing would destroy him. Still, he needed to figure out what to do about Clo.
There hadn't been time to discuss anything with the Baron yet--the Earl of Waterbury had marched into the study right after the Baron and the rest of the morning had been spent terrifying the man even further. He left, much as the Duke had: scared and paranoid that the King of the Realm suspected him of treason. Celeste de Gareth, the Baron's wife, had nearly fainted when the Viscount Tuville's coach pulled up behind the Earl's as he was leaving. The Baron, who of course had arranged events this way, had ordered one of his guards to take her inside and confine her to bed.
The Viscount had taken one look at Thresh in his costume, spotted his eyes, and fainted as well. Baron Gareth, feigning concern, had ordered the Viscount's guards to take him inside and he would have a physician fetched straightaway. Thresh and the Baron were in the study now as the doctor examined both the Viscount and the Baroness.
"This is going splendidly, Stonegate," the Baron chuckled, twirling a letter opener in his hand. "Old Tuville always was a coward, but the Earl and the Duke believed it all too. My spies tell me the Duke has already packed up and retired to his country estate. At this rate, we will have cleansed the province of all officials by the end of the week!"
"Then you will not need me anymore?" Thresh asked. The Baron gave him a strange look.
"Why? Not enjoying yourself?"
"No, sir, that's not it. It's my family--"
"Relax, Stonegate," the Baron assured him. "I've had your wages for the last two days taken directly to your siblings and, per your directions, had them placed directly into the hands of one Melayna Stonegate. Your family is fine."
"Except that one of my sisters is a slave in your kitchen!" Thresh glared at the Baron and saw the man's expression turn to one of surprise.
"A slave? In my kitchen?" He thought about it. "She must be the new one, Rireina."
"Her name is Clo!" Thresh said hotly. "I didn't expect you to enslave my family while I worked for you!"
The Baron held up his hands. "No, no, Stonegate, you've got it all wrong. I would never. She--your sister--was given to me late last night as a gift. A birthday gift."
Thresh processed that, remembering the shaky toast the Earl had raised last night in the Baron's honor. "Given to you by whom?"
"A... certain trader who finds it profitable to be in my good graces," answered the Baron evasively. "But don't worry, my friend, I'll free her of course. I need you more than I need another kitchen slave, and as I didn't even have to pay for her, let nothing more be said on the matter. I'll send her back to your house today."
"No, wait!" Thresh bit his lip. If Clo went back home, she would tell Melayna what he was up to. He couldn't have that. Mel was the one person who actually thought well of him. Plus, if Dreg heard about this, he'd come by looking to see how he could get in on it. The Baron waited politely for Thresh to continue. "I don't want her going home until after--" He gestured to his scarlet costume. "--this is done. Could she--could she stay here, my lord?"
The Baron frowned thoughtfully. "Not as a guest, no. I'm afraid I can't afford any whisper of a scandal in this house--especially not now. You understand. However... I could see to it that she's made my wife's personal servant if you like. Better accomodations, better clothes, better hygiene. Of course, I can't guarantee it'll be better company for her..."
Both of them smiled. "My wife's been asking for a personal servant for months now. This will be the perfect way to keep her in check over the next few days too. Your sister can take orders?"
"Well enough. The Baroness won't--she won't hit her, will she?"
"I'll make it a condition of the girl's employment," promised the Baron, smiling and putting a hand on Thresh's shoulder. "And if she does well, I'll pay your sister for her troubles when this is all through."
Thresh felt his jaw drop. "You'll--oh, thank you, sir! That's--"
"Nothing," said the Baron firmly. He looked Thresh in the eye. "I told you, lad, I need you for this. You are too important."
(September 5, 2010 - 12:04 pm)
//Rosalia Èpine//
I saw the girl unconscious on the street. She had been fooled to trip over a Fal Semag (I think that's what it is) Tripping stone- the kind that was made 5 years ago. The only person who still used those was Eval Levar, the slave dealer. Sure enough, I noticed his cart in an alley and soon, he had her loaded and on the road. What he didn't know, was that I was in the cart too.
(September 5, 2010 - 7:12 pm)
I think the last two posts are out of order because I Replied instead of created a new post. sorry. Kat's post still works, just think of it before mine.
(September 6, 2010 - 7:23 pm)
If we need a title now, I guess Stonegate would do, as the story is very focused on the Stonegate family. What do we do with an RP when we're done, anyway? Do we ever get done?
//Clo//
I couldn't understand what I'd seen, but then I remembered the messenger's announcement: Thresh was helping the Baron out. But why hadn't Thresh tried to help me? Didn't he realize that I hadn't wanted to be here?
In the slaves' quarters, a paid servant and overseer by the name of Raryon was scolding me for being lazy. "You think you get slack just because you're the new girl, don't you? Well, Rireina, you're also a slave, a possession of the Baron! The rest of us are doing work around here, don't you get that?"
Just then, the Baroness walked into the room. I knew it was her because I'd caught a glimpse of her at the birthday banquet. "What is happening here, Raryon?" Everyone made a path for her, scurrying out of the way. Raryon saluted. I curtsied. Vivian clung to me.
"She was lazy, Baroness. Wouldn't do her work. Sat around playing with that child. I would say a talking-to is standard, if not mild, punishment."
"That is for me to decide now," the Baroness told him. "Baron de Gareth has informed me that Clo-- or, according to some of you, Rireina-- will be my personal servant for a time, then given freedom. Come, Clo."
"Oh," I said. "Yes... Mistress." And I followed her away.
"Please tell me what this is all about," I implored her in her bedchamber that night. "Mistress."
"It's about my husband, really," Baroness Celeste replied. "And your brother, Thresh. He noticed you and realized that some sort of misunderstanding led to your enslavement."
"It did," I said, not telling her that actually, I was captured as an indentured criminal.
"Thresh is helping out the Baron at the moment, and I don't entirely understand why from what Danforth said," she explained. "Fetch my book, will you?"
I scurried across the room and brought the book to her. "What do you understand of it, then?"
"He's a personal attendant. And it has something to do with his eyes." She shuddered. "Those cherry-red eyes."
"Do they really bother you? They never bothered me."
"Stop asking questions and go to bed, girl! I'm sick of your queries!"
"I was just about to, Mistress." I lied, climbing a ladder by the closet and slipping off to a creaky trundle bed.
(September 7, 2010 - 6:21 pm)
I'M STILL HERE--will post later.
(September 8, 2010 - 5:26 pm)