Kyngdom Survival Guide
Beginner Thread For
Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ RP Board
Beginner Thread For
Beginner Thread For New Kyngdomers or Those Who Want a Slightly More Relaxed Roleplay To Participate In
By relaxed, I really just mean a thread that doesn't directly alter the main plot.
Here's a link to Hazel's Kyngdom Academy thread, if you have any questions: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/412799
Anyways, let's introduce a segment of story, hmm?
The Grasplands, located in Southeastern Kyngdom, were once a peaceful land, where people of all nations came to visit and enjoy the warm climate. But ever since the war, the Grasplands have been altered. And not in a good way.
Nations bordering Kyngdom began to take advantage of its weakness. They began to seep into the boundaries, seeking to take some of the land.
However, Catastrophe didn't want other nations meddling in his war. He began to bomb the area. The other nations left, leaving the Graspland to view him as their savior.
Ever since, the Nobyls (wealthy families that used to rule Kyngdom) have been replaced with Catastrophe's soldiers. He has begun to recruit people living in the Grasplands.
But he's not the only army in town.
The Resistance has been hiding in the alleyways and basements of towns in the Grasplands, seeking to recruit those who do not agree with Catastrophe's motives.
What side will you join? Or will you join any at all?
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Remember, post your charrie sheet on the Who's Here? thread, which is located on the homepage.
Happy roleplaying!
submitted by Sybill, age ????, Kyngdom
(November 23, 2019 - 3:32 pm)
(November 23, 2019 - 3:32 pm)
Moon: How wonderful! My sister and I have been wandering Kyngdom searching for something like this. Will the Resistance accept us?
Star: Yeah, this is awesome! Should we post our charrie sheets here too? We already made them on the Who's Here thread.
(November 24, 2019 - 1:18 pm)
Posting your charries sheets here may be helpful. But it's not required.
(November 24, 2019 - 3:26 pm)
TOP PLEASE
(November 24, 2019 - 1:31 pm)
TOP PLEASE!
(November 24, 2019 - 1:33 pm)
(November 24, 2019 - 3:25 pm)
(November 26, 2019 - 9:48 am)
Yep! Start whenever you're ready.
(November 26, 2019 - 12:57 pm)
Maybe could one of you all older Kyngdomers start the RPing off? Not really sure what to do.
(November 28, 2019 - 6:03 pm)
Ember Soleil is a 17.5 year-old healer for the Resistance. She's calm, gentle, and hates conflict. As a shapeshifter, she can turn into a small housecat with flames instead of fur. This allows her to walk through fire, sometimes into one fire and out another. If she falls in the water as a cat, she turns into coal and has to be reignited to come back.
She's been deployed to the Grasplands partially on her own accord, partially by order of higher-ups, to tend to the wounded in the high-danger areas. Right now she's undercover, instilling whispers of unrest about Catastrophe, running a medical outpost in a small town, and studying the unique flora of the area. If any Resistance members are caught, they can head to her quarters to be healed, protected, and hidden.
Right now, she's patrolling the 'wildlands' outside the city. Curiously enough, Catastrophe's soldiers are harvesting flowers. (Which, secretly, are Brazen Goo flowers.)
Ember~
Vast fields of green sprawl out before me, rolling endlessly into the horizon. I am surrounded on all sides by a fathomless sea of yellow-green grass, wildflowers, and whispering wind.
My ATV races on silent tires, parting the foliage effortlessly. It feels like flying, and warm wind beats back my hair, soft against my skin. The outskirts of the city are quiet as can be, and the peace of these fields are broken only by distant herds of wild gazelle.
I'm headed to a small basin whose location is etched on my hastily-scribbled map. The place I'm looking for is a dip in the hilly terrain--a tiny valley hidden in plain sight. It is filled with beautiful white flowers, and at its bottom is a small pond. I'd found the basin last week, relayed the discovery to HQ, and am now responsible for monitoring it.
Almost there. I turn to the right, swerve up another gentle slope, and reach the top of the flower patch.
I see flowers. I see the pond. And then I see something else.
Three men with scythes and an ATV of their own are parked at the bottom of the basin. Each one dons a loose tunic of a different color--casual-wear--but my sharp eyes pick up the glint of a red insignia on each of their outfits. The ATV is black and boasts the same Song of War bird emblem.
Catastrophe's soldiers.
They hear me immediately and throw down their harvesting tools. I notice that they have a burlap bag filled with the white flowers. They must have just discovered this place very recently. Looks like they're gathering samples.
I must act nonchalant. Hopping out of my ATV, I wave down at the trio, pretending not to have noticed their badges. "What are you three doing, picking flowers like that? Getting ready for a date?"
They laugh, sounding amused. "We're harvesting them for decoration at our outpost. It does get dreary out on the front lines."
"You're with the Great Army?" I pretend to sound surprised and pleased. The Grasplanders are somewhat indebted to Catastrophe's 'Great Army'--he's been keeping other nations out of Kyngdom's borders--and the Grasplands essentially are Kyngdom's border. To many of the Grasplanders, Catastrophe is a peacekeeping hero... "Well maybe you can help me out. I'm out with the field workers today--and one of their buffalo got away from the herd. You seen it run past here?"
"No, sorry," they call back, hoisting their scythes up to continue their harvest.
"Thanks anyway."
I hop back into my ATV and motor away, taking the long route so it looks like I'm actually searching for a buffalo.
Then, I turn around and race back through the fields, all the way to town.
(November 29, 2019 - 2:56 pm)
Eniyan is a Homo Tenebris, a special kind of SOCS experiment created purely as weapons for Catastrophe's army. His charrie sheet is on the last page of the Who's Here? thread.
Eniyan~~
The suspect hopped back into the ATV and drove out into the fields. I revved up my motorcycle and followed her, staying far enough behind so that she couldn't see me.
She's taking the long way back to town--staying true to her buffalo story, then. I pull out my pistol, driving with one hand and holding the gun with the other.
I'm not able to stop her before she gets to a nearby town, so I follow her in. It's a small town, and there's not many Catastrophe soldiers around. Perfect for a Resistance member to hide out in.
She drives to the edge of the town and parks at a melancholy building. It's hard to tell whether the building is a house or an office of some sort. I drive down a side street and park, then walk up to the building.
I check my bags and make sure all my equipment is there, then I pull up my hood. Best get this done and over with.
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(November 29, 2019 - 10:03 pm)
Jira is a type of elf with very dark green skin. She's a loner in the Grasplands, and a part-time thief, and looking for some organization to join. She'd probably join any side with an invitation, even Catastrophe's.
Jira~
I run lightly across the grass, heading for a nearby village. It's small, but there's enough people there for me to do some successful stealthy stealing for my next few days' worth of provisions.
As I come in, I see an ATV parked by a building, and a person going inside. Seconds later, a motorcycle rolls up past, with a strange-looking person on it. They soon come back up to the building, checking their bags for something, and then they pull up their hood.
Oh. This person seems to be on a mission for something, and if I'm not mistaken, they probably have something in their bags that I can benefit from, either to sell or use myself. I run up to the drab building after the person disappears inside, and follow him.
(November 30, 2019 - 7:37 am)
Inside the drab building that shrouded itself with gloom, was a smokey, warm tavern. It held many groups of people, merchants, travvelers, and only a select few of Catastrophies recruits. However, only an emblem separated the new recruits from normal townspeople. The soldiers looked very young, and were very careless. As it often happens, their new positions blew their importance out of preportion. I can't understand some who would willingly join Catastrophies army, or any other organization, good or bad. It isn't that I don't want to fight against Catastrophy and his ruthlessness. But joining the Resistance is a life of sacrafice, one of which I won't willingly choose. The only way I know to live is for survival.
I sat comfortably in a half broken wooden chair, leaning behind counter, watching the taverns occupents. The tavern's door quickly creaked open and a young girl entered the warmly lit front room. She looked normal and calm, yet when she approached the counter, her breathing was quick and irregular. I didnt give her much thought until she turned towards me, and asked in a hush tone,
"I need help, someone is following me."
"Sorry?"
"I need a place to hide. Please, he'll be here in just a second!"
I wasnt sure what to think, but quickly decided to take the chance that she wasn't lying and was in real trouble. She had to be from and organization, most likely the Resistance, as she held an honest air.
"Come with me," I said ushering her into a back room, which held a small kitchen and the owner, who was a good friend of mine. I opened a trap door which led to a small cellar.
"What the heck are you doing, Jasper?"
As I gestured for the girl to climb into the cellar I replied, "Some questions are best left unanswered. Trust me, Sam."
He reluctantly nodded consent and went to his own buisness muttering. Sam, although I have known him for most of my life, was as loyal to Catastrophy as they come. I closed the trap door after her, and replaced the few boxes on top of it. I entered the main room again, and a mean looking creature glided into the tavern. He was definetly after something.
(November 30, 2019 - 1:43 pm)
Ember~
I could not stop the chills from racing down my spine as soon as I realized I was being followed. The gray hood--the silent motorcycle--the safe, constant distance--and then losing sight of the motorcycle in the bustle of town.
Those symptoms had one diagnosis: Someone was on my trail.
The pre-noon sun beat down over the sprawling town. Orange clouds of dirt wafted up lazily, churned by the busy comings and goings of humans, animals, and the like. Buildings, old and new, lined the streets and alleys, creating that complicated, rough-and-tumble network so iconic to small towns. This town was colorful indeed--with plenty of places to hide.
I veered around the crowds and continued calmly, turning down an alley until I arrived on a dusty concrete street, which I crossed at a much more hurried speed. I wasn't sure if I was still being trailed, but chances were I was, and I couldn't risk putting my safe house in danger. I had to find somewhere else to take shelter.
I swerved again and ended up in the part of town featuring tall, cramped buildings that cast a sort of shadow over everything. Panting in an attempt to control my mounting panic, I parked at the edge of a nondescript building. I knew that fellow agents had camped out here before and come out alive. I grabbed my things and dismounted the ATV, hands shaking and sweating.
I forced myself to walk calmly inside.
The tavern's warm interior did nothing to calm me. I ignored the soldiers dining in the corner and made my way straight to the front counter, where I begged for a hiding place to a friendly-looking young man.
"I need help--" I demanded urgently-- "someone is following me."
He led me to a hidden cellar.
"Oh, thank you so much," I gasped before diving in.
The space was small, cool, and dry, lined with barrels of wheat and a gently-whirring fridge.
My heart pounded. I felt as though someone would burst down the ladder at any second, but if I was captured, I'd put all the agents in the area at risk. The first thing I did, as soon as the voices in the kitchen above quieted, was pull my phone out of my bag and make a quick call.
The receiver picked up, but nobody spoke to me, as per custom. I relayed my message quickly: "Danger, outskirts."
The next thing on my mind was safety. Should I hide within my hiding place? Where would I go?
The fridge was full of food and so was the freezer. If it had been empty, I would have hopped in the freezer as a cat. Alas, I would have to settle for crouching in the corner behind some barrels.
Then, there was nothing left to do but to wait. And if worst came to worst, I had my weapon.
...The question is, could I bring myself to use it?
(November 30, 2019 - 4:46 pm)
Also, I was thinking Eniyan would probably take Ember prisoner. Catastrophe's soldiers would probably try to get her to tell them where other Resistance members are hiding out.
(November 29, 2019 - 10:06 pm)
Eniyan~~
I stepped into the building. It's a tavern, filled with mostly just farmers and herders, but there's some of Catastrophe's soldiers sitting at a table in the corner.
The girl is nowhere to be found. I wonder where she could be hiding. I close my eyes and breathe in, searching for her scent amongst the smoke and people.
My eyes snap open and I realize she's not in this room. So not trying to blend in, then.
"So, what can I get you?" I look over at the barkeeper.
"I'm looking for someone. A girl, probably about seventeen or eighteen. Just walked in," I say. When he looks uneasy , I pull my Song of War bird badge out of my pocket. "It's in your best interest you help me find her, whether you're betraying someone or not."
He sighs and says something like "Sorry, Jasper." under his breath , but with my advanced hearing I could make it out.
He looks back up. "Right this way."
He takes me to the back. "They're in the cellar. Where in there, I don't know." He closes his eyes. "Promise me you won't kill them, okay?"
"The only thing I can promise is the reward you'll be getting if this isn't a trap." With that I climb down the trap door.
My eyes adjust to the dark. Now, just to find them.
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(November 30, 2019 - 4:15 pm)