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| Tweet Topic Started: August 13, 2010, 11:11 pm (1,244 Views) | |
| Wicked | August 13, 2010, 11:11 pm Post #1 |
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The Derp Queen
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![]() With hair aflame, she shall end your reign It is the 13th century and Europe is under the control of a tyrant who has brought prosperity to their kingdom but not without costs. He is merciless and will slaughter anyone who defies him. This strong king, though, is brought to his knees when a prophet utters those words. He becomes consumed with worry and paranoia, and sends his army to find the red head who is to kill him and restore order to his land. Years go by, the prophet regretting his words and the king spiraling farther into paranoia as the genocide of any redheads ensues, when everything changes. One female babe is born into a noble family and at first all is well until they see the hair on her head. She is a redhead, something that will end her life. Her parents rush to save their child by fleeing the kingdom but they are caught by the king’s army in a village near the forest and their temporary residency is burned down. Thinking their job is done, the army continues their mission but what they don’t know to this day is that the child was hidden in the woods before the attack and taken by a wolf, who has then raised the child as her cub after its own kin dies from being too frail. With the wild on her side, she continues to hide 17 years later and the king begins to feel comfortable in his hold over the land, until the prophet yet again arises with a new prophecy. She still lives. The hunt becomes more intense and he sends his own son to lead the party. This time, every square inch shall be searched for the traitor, a traitor who is very well hidden in the forests of his kingdom. Setting The King The Queen The Prince The Advisor The King’s Board (up to eight spots) The Prophet The Prophesized Redhead Soldiers Robert Olivia White Citizens William "Will" Upon request, wolves and mythological creatures can become roles, otherwise they are NPCs |
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| Wicked | August 13, 2010, 11:38 pm Post #2 |
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The Derp Queen
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The ground rushed beneath her paws, the colors of the forest blurring into a brown-green. Her nostrils took in the smell of the wild: the mushroom, wet moss, aging bark, leaves young and dying, the smell of game. It was all there before her, ready to be explored with all her senses. She gave a small smile, her canine teeth glinting as she panted, her ears pushed back against her skull. Her hind legs pushed off the earth rhythmically as she continued to run with the pack. Skia ran alongside her wolf mother, the wolf who had taken Skia as her own and raised her to be like a wolf. She loved her as any other would love a mother, though it came with an even stronger loyalty: the loyalty of a wolf. She was one with them when she was in her wolf form and decided long ago to stay in this form unless needed otherwise. When she was alone, Skia would shift back into her human body to climb trees or bathe but that was all she cared to do in that form. The human part of her was a stranger, the wolf part dominant in her life. When in human form, Skia didn’t know what she was supposed to do. It was all so strange to her. She never did much speaking, only grunts, growls, and other canine sounds. She didn’t know the first thing about humanity. The forest was the harshest terrain for any human to step foot in, so she never saw much life. If curiosity was truly nipping at her heels, Skia would venture off to the edge of the forest and peer off into the distant and strange land that was Thornston. She couldn’t tell too much about the people there for they were only small figures in the distance. They were a mystery she never dared to figure out, especially when her wolf mother came along and tugged her back to the pack. Skia slowed as the rest of the pack did. They were resting for the day and now was the chance for her to venture off. She loved her pack but sometimes she needed time away. With a small nod to her mother, Skia trotted off into the woods, wondering what she’d come across. |
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| The Warlord | August 14, 2010, 12:08 am Post #3 |
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Edward was pissed, though that was a given. He was angry, he could tear the arms off his most loyal guard simply by glaring at them if he wanted to. He sat on his throne breathing heavily. He had sent his own son, his only heir to hunt down this mysterious ginger that will someday, somehow bring an end to his reign. He slammed his fist on the throne. “Blast them to hell!” He furiously got up and started to pace the room. He felt trapped in his own castle. He was advised against leaving the castle ground. He was advised to stay indoors where the evil ginger wouldn’t get him, what nonsense! He could do battle and take down anyone in his state! He trusted his son would find the ginger. The prophet gave him a clue at least they could slow down the murder of ginger babies in the cities, and could focus on the small villages that live near forests. He thought of simply burning every piece of green, but he needed the lumber for his ballistaes and other war machines. There was also the duty to rebuild the houses of the traitors his men have destroyed and it was proving costly. The men he gave the prince were lightly equipped. He knew from firsthand experience that heavy armour in a forest wouldn’t be wise. But some things came first. “Guard!” He yelled as his dark aura flared causing one of the royal guard to faint from fear. The other stammered a reply. “y-y-y-es, my lord?” The King chuckled as the aura dimmed down. “Bring me the prophet. I have some queries.” The sat down back on his throne. “B-b-ut My l..” Something snapped within the king’s mind. “DID I STUTTER?! GET ME THAT PROPHET! OR I’LL PERSONNALY BURN YOU ALIVE!” The dark aura flared up violently as the guard ran off yelping with fear. It was unjust, the prophet came back and forth as she pleases, but this was urgent. The King had so few opportunities to think clearly, he had vital queries for the ol’ crone. He even went as far as to hire a French poet to help him decipher her tall tales. The King sat back down and waited. Each passing second increasing the dark fire that is in his heart, especially since he couldn't stand the french. He was passed out by the throne, such weak hearted people. |
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King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom." Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you." Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it" Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be." Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal." Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone." | |
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| Gloryseeker | August 14, 2010, 1:04 am Post #4 |
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"Prince Nyles, why ride with such haste?" "The sooner we find this supposedly dangerous woman, the sooner my father will cool down from his constant rage..." "Yes, your highness." "Ah, ready your swords men, the tree line is visible. Be alert and ready. Those that underestimate the forest overestimate their pending lifespan." Spurring his mount, Prince Nyles urged his stallion faster and faster. Despite being annoyed by the wild goose chase his father is sending him on, the freedom from the dull castle confines always washed the negative thoughts away. His steed slowed to a cautious pace as they entered one of the few trials leading into a small clearing. It was here they would tie their horses down as the forest beyond was too thick and crowded for any form of travel other than foot. The Labyrinth would eat the horses alive. "You there, watch the horses. The rest of us will comb a circle around this clearing. There is no point searching any further as one woman, no matter how red of hair, simply would not be able to survive in such a dangerous place. Heh, she would have to be an animal herself to live here any longer than a few days. We'll then spend the rest of the allotted time at a nearby tavern, disguised of course. I think you all know that if the king found out, death would be a release for the punishment he would instill upon you so gentlemen, let us keep this digression among ourselves." |
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| Weird Brother | August 14, 2010, 1:13 am Post #5 |
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Quinn Wynne lit her two pillared beeswax candles. They rested next to her crystal ball; the light illuminated the clear quartz exactly as it should. Across the table was a young man, he was handsome and looked to be about sixteen. His brown eyes stared blankly at the crone’s face. “Aye, woman, what do you see?” He asked, waiting for Quinn to spit out her answer. Her face grew with a sly grin. She gripped the boy’s hand in her own and then stared straight into his eyes, “The sex will be grand, but that is all she wants of you,” she whispered and then let go. With each breath she took, her candles blew out. The man stared at her in disgust. “I offer you my gold and you give me this rubbish? Bloody hell, woman! I expected you to tell me we would be married. This is a sham, a scam if you will! I demand my gold,” He demanded. Spit flew from his mouth as he talk and the old woman just stared at him, still smiling. Her right hand shot up, pointing directly at his lungs. “I see another tale. With breathing short, your lungs will distort. Leave my place and never come back, unless you want this future to happen.” The woman picked up her cane and walked to the front door with the boy. He opened the door and Quinn picked up her cane and shoved him out. One of the guards rushed throughout the town and stopped at her door just before she was closing it, “Prophet, the king demands you see him at once.” Quinn Wynne walked out of her house and shut the door, following the guard to the castle. |
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| The Warlord | August 14, 2010, 1:42 am Post #6 |
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The guard walked with a steady pace toward the castle. He was granted passage by the other guards, as they made their way to the King’s chamber. He was sitting there, his face hidden beneath his palm. He was so stressed… When he heard the door opened he shouted. “Everyone but the prophet leave. I wish to speak with her alone.” There was a dark tone in his voice as he didn’t even look up. The guards that protected each and every entry in the throne room, bowed and left. The King waited until they were gone before addressing the prophet. He sat up from his chair. “Prophet, I trust my guard wasn’t too harsh by bringing you here. Just say the word, and his tongue will be yours” He slammed his fist against the throne, causing the unconscious bard to wake up. “Qu’est-ce que…?” He murmured as he awoke. The King spoke in perfect French. “Ne dit plus rien avortons, reste silencieux. Ose dire une parole et je te remplis de sable” The Bard simply nodded as he knelt down and bowed his head. « I’ve been getting frustrated by how you… speak Prophet. I simply lack the patience to try and decipher you, so this little French toad will aid me in the translation.” He stepped up. “I have more questions about your prophecy. I always ask, and I always need clarification. Are you sure this will happen? Please understand, I’ve killed and sent countless of gingers to die and be tortured.” The question was always asked whenever he made with the prophet. It was just to calm him down to know that all the resources he’s spending is actually leading somewhere. “I need more details about the ginger who will strike me down. I have posted various men to scout the forests, in which forest is she? Could you give me a clue? I have a map” He took out a map of his kingdom and opened it toward her. The first area he pointed was the area in which his son had decided to go. “Just say Hot and when I’m near; Cold when I’m far” Translation: What the...? Don't even utter another word you french toad, stay quiet. Dare utter a word and i'll fill you with sand. |
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King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom." Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you." Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it" Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be." Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal." Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone." | |
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| Wicked | August 14, 2010, 2:25 am Post #7 |
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The Derp Queen
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No one ever knew the full extent of the Labyrinth whether they lived within its mystery or were simply visiting. There was an unspoken rule that no one ever will. It would ruin the intrigue the forest brought if one were to know every knick and cranny. Skia, along with the rest of her pack, always searched and got lost. She loved the idea of an adventure, of having to figure ways out and about. Skia, however, did not like getting injured. During her outing, Skia had tried to walk around a pothole of quick sand and had instead stubbed herself against a thorny bush. What a bother. She pulled at the thorn that jabbed into her paw with her mouth, annoyed by how difficult it was. Skia growled in a low tone, further annoyed by having to shift back into a human. Once she had the use of her hands, she plucked the thorn off her palm, shaking it from the sting. She roughly put the bleeding spot to her mouth, licking it clean as she shifted back into a wolf. Skia shook herself, her fur flinging off the dirt that had collected throughout the day. It looked close to its normal shade of copper red, though still dirty from forestry. She would soon have to bathe. There were sounds of hooves on the ground, though they were not the familiar sounds of wild horses. Her canine ears perked, her green eyes scanning the immediate area before starting off quietly in the direction of the intriguing noise. After a few moments, Skia found herself staring at the most curious thing; there were animals much like her atop the horses! And with such odd ornaments on their bodies. What on earth? Skia scoffed as she lingered, weaving through the trees at a safe distance to keep an eye on the strange beings that had entered the Labyrinth. It was such a sight, and the noises that came out of their mouths! The noises were neither howls, growls, nor panting, but instead some other gibberish or sorts. She sat on her back legs, ears perked as the leader of the animal pack continued to speak to its followers. How peculiar… |
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| That Butler | August 14, 2010, 4:09 am Post #8 |
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Right after the king had started pointing at the map and asking the prophet those questions, a skinny young man with short black hair sauntered into the room. His clothes were a bit on the form-fitting side, with black pants, black boots, and a black shirt which had pink flowery designs embroidered on it. The young man's hair was a bit long in the front, positioned carefully so that it covered his right eye, hiding the unnatural red iris with its inner number--one, at the moment--from view. It was Rok Mokaer, the king's young, but skilled advisor. He had a nasty habit of turning up when the king wanted no one else around. It seemed that he always knew exactly when the king was going to be learning something vital that he didn't want other people to know about. But, of course, as the king's advisor, Rok was supposed to hear this information, correct? He certainly thought so. "Ah, if it isn't the dear prophet!" he exclaimed as he entered the chamber. "It is a pleasure to see you once again, my dear! I trust that you will tell the king exactly what he wishes to hear, yes?" Sometimes he really couldn't believe the things he could get away with while acting like a flirtatious and flamboyant young noble. It was truly incredible. And it served him well that they were so lenient with him. Though he often laughed at them when he was alone. |
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| Weird Brother | August 14, 2010, 5:20 am Post #9 |
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The prophet looks at the map and the king’s fingers slowly inching over the kingdom’s outskirts. Just before she was about to say something, one of the doors opened and came out the king’s advisor. His annoying voice rang in her ears. That voice she has been hearing for over seventeen years now has gotten quite tiresome to her poor hearing. "Ah, if it isn't the dear prophet!" he exclaimed as he entered the chamber. "It is a pleasure to see you once again, my dear! I trust that you will tell the king exactly what he wishes to hear, yes?" Wynne rolled her blind eyes and then, because the king would get angrier than he already is, answered, “I speak the truth always. You should know this, Advisor.” She turned around back to the king, finally telling him to stop right here the Labyrinth was, “She be hidden away in this forest, your guards are getting closer.” Quinn looked out of the window, clouds were rolling throughout the sky and she tapped the walking stick down three times. “Your highness, something dire is coming. With anger looming, high blood pressure is consuming. Oh, and that guard, you can execute him.” |
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| Joey! | August 14, 2010, 2:29 pm Post #10 |
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Will lounged around in the over-sized bed that was just for him. It was a little unsulting. The king has him captured, locked up, but he is locked up in one of the nicest places he has ever been to. This morning was strange, however. No one had been taken up to see him? Doesn't Will normally have numerous guests by now? Well, it didn't matter to him. At least he had his peace. On the huge bed. Well, at least the king sent him women to keep him company. However, he did not use the girls as the king thought. When they were sent to his room, Will would talk to them and let them share his bed for the night. It was plenty large enough and was very comfortable. Well, with someone else in the bed, it wasn't as lonely. Will was rather generous with his gift for the young ladies though. He thought they should have some happiness. However, he doesn't give them as big a dose as he does with the king's men that are sent to him. He just wants the girls to be in a pleasant state. He did find out by them that they would now volunteer to spend the night with him now. Will laughed out loud to that. "I wonder how the king thinks about that!" Well, if no one was to visit him that morning, Will decided to just get more rest. There really wasn't anything else to do. |
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| Gloryseeker | August 14, 2010, 4:00 pm Post #11 |
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"Start straight ahead, we'll walk until the campfire is but a dimly lit candle and then comb the perimeter in groups of three while working back towards camp in an overlapping pattern. Never keep the light out of your sight or that would be the last thing you ever see." Nyles had a feeling someone or something was watching them. It was watching their every move, hearing their every thought, and feeding on their uncertainty. The forest was called The Labyrinth due to its sheer size, complexity, and danger. Nyles could almost feel it breathing, as if every tree, vine, leaf, and living being inside was a part of it. Perhaps the forest was watching now, angered by the intrusion. "Alright, here is good. You two come with me. You three go ahead and start that a way." Nyles commanded while gesturing the opposite way. "Keep your swords at ready and never let your guard down. Who knows what might be stalking us at this very moment." The two parties parted and began combing. Nyles wondered how they were to find the woman in The Labyrinth. Would they find her sleeping against a tree? Would they find her corpse, half eaten by worms? Or would she actually be some witch or mighty warrioress that will slaughter them? These thoughts pummeled him as he looked up to realize he could not see the campfire. "Curses! I have failed to practice what I just preached moments ago! Lost in my thoughts I haven't noticed how far out we went. Huh? Why are you two grinning?" The two accompanying Prince Nyles were smiling maliciously and he realized why. It was treason. They had the perfect cover. Prince Nyles was usually disliked due to being associated with his father's cruelty and anger. It seemed like the two guards had a bone to pick with Nyles. "Many of our friends were ordered off to execution by your father. My brother was unjustly murdered! It is time your father paid his dues..." Nyles drew his sword and readied himself. |
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| Wicked | August 14, 2010, 6:11 pm Post #12 |
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Skia cocked her head to the side as the interactions between the creatures continued. What on earth were they? Of course, they had to be something similar to her but if they were in the Labyrinth, they’d be wise to change their form. Then again, could they change as she did? Her head was filled with curiosity and even though the creatures posed as a wild card to her with their swords and strange appearance, Skia continued to follow them as they departed. Oh, but of course they had to go separate ways. She scoffed to herself, unsure at first which group to follow. She stood up, circled herself once with her tail swaying indecisively when she finally figured she might as well follow the leader. Keeping a safe distance, Skia trailed after the pack of three and eyed them cautiously. They had shiny, pointy objects she’d never seen before. She felt a nudge in the back of her head telling her she shouldn’t get to close. To be a few meters away from her new specimens would seem just fine but in the Labyrinth, those few meters meant new challenges. Every few feet, Skia would have to maneuver her way past those pesky thorn bushes, the sink holes, and every once in a while the poisonous snakes. She had seen much worse in her days but these were the most common obstacles of the forest she called home. Soon, the trees between her and the group grew thicker and she could barely make out their silhouettes. The forest was so dark from the cover of trees that Skia didn’t even think the sun existed! It was always night within the Labyrinth, an endless trial of whether one could make their way through the dark. Unlike the group she was following, Skia had keen eyes that could cut through the dark, making it only a bit easier to make out the figures of the three animals. She thought the shadows were playing tricks when the two followers turned on the pack’s leader. What on earth! She growled to herself, unable to keep back the foul taste in the back of her mouth from seeing the lack of loyalty. She would never turn on her alpha or beta; it just wasn’t the way nature took its course. The fight was turning for the worst; it always did when it was two against one though the leader was holding his own well in the situation. Still, Skia just couldn’t sit on her hind legs and watch now could she? With a huff, Skia sprinted around the trees; avoiding as well as she could the thorns that seemed to spring from every direction. She truly despised these parts of the forest. There were such marvelous places deeper into the heart of the Labyrinth: a prize for those who could make it that far. Too bad the two attackers would not see them. Skia lurched at one of the opponents, grabbing onto his naked skin with her teeth and shoving him to the ground. She was used to fighting things that were bigger than her, though usually she had the help of the rest of the pack. She could only hope the leader of this pack wouldn’t think her a threat! Oh, that would just be quite a pain. |
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| Gloryseeker | August 14, 2010, 7:02 pm Post #13 |
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A slash from the left was aimed for Nyles' torso while the other charged forward aiming to hack straight down, forcing Nyles to choose. Nyles chose neither. Quickly sidestepping to the right, he counter slashed at the neck of the nearest one. It was blocked while the other soldier circled around behind Nyles. The two attacked at once and Nyles stepped back again, allowing the two to clash swords. Nyles would be able to hold his own, but he was on the defensive. He would have to employ a wiser strategy such as separating the two. Within the dense forest, it would be easy. Unfortunately, being so dark, he might also risk losing track of their whereabouts. It was better to kill them now. Before any of them made a move, however, something launched out and rammed into one of the soldiers. Nyles made out the outline of some sort of wolf and cursed his luck for after killing the traitors, he would have to fight off wolves, since they always hunted in packs. The other soldier was distracted by the sudden attack and Nyles dashed forward with his notorious speed and ran the guard through, while grabbing the fallen man's sword. Now he had two, something he always thought of as cool but his swordmaster warned him not to attempt, as it was a highly advanced style. The wolf was mauling the soldier and Nyles took a moment to survey the surroundings best he could. No other wolves had attacked yet which was strange. The soldier dropped his sword as he dedicated both hands to try to get the wolf off and Nyles took this time to impale him as well. Now it was just the wolf and him. At least, he thought so unless the pack was waiting out of sight. Nyles sheathed one sword and stood ready with the other to see what the wolf would do next. Would it carry its food off? Or would it try to get him as well? |
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| The Warlord | August 14, 2010, 7:31 pm Post #14 |
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« Rok! You dare enter my chambers?! Well… Good… I’ll have need of your… abilities” That Rok he was young, beautiful, had a powerful power and the people around his castle liked him. He tolerated his actions, due to his fierce loyalty. Rok reminded the king of his younger self: charismatic, flirting with the ladies; though in his case it was just one lady in particular. Also, Rok had this impressive persuasive skill. Nobles would admit to the most hateful crime, even when they didn’t do it, after a talk with the advisor. It was really helpful in lowering the numbers of useless nobles lying around. “Don’t tease the Prophet, Rok. She’s the only one, outside my Queen, I allow to tell me bad news, don’t take that extremely annoying yet useful power away from her.” The King’s lingering dark aura had entirely vanished when the prophet uttered the words; he FINALLY wanted to hear after 17 years. “YES! Finally, and…” He turned the map and he said with a serious tone. “My son…. This is my son’s post. So he’ll find the Ginger and kill her. Oh, How poetic! My son will save my reign! With the Ginger Gone, I’ll finally be able to expand our land in French territory!” The French Bard looked up, and Edward glared at him as his aura loomed up. The Prophet spoke once more and Edward looked at the prophet with confusion. He then let out a frustrated scream. “ARGH! More Bad News?! Couldn’t you have the politeness to tell me tomorrow?! I was happy! I was going to bask in this feeling knowing my son will end the Ginger’s reign of terror over me! But now, something about anger and cholesterol!” Edward then glared at the bard. “Translate, you moron! Translate! What the hell’s Cholesterol?!” The French bard tried to back away, but he was attached from the ankle to the throne chair and fell on his butt as he tripped. He stammered. “Je-j-je parle pas Ang-Ang-Anglais” Was the room shaking? It felt like the room was shaking, probably had something to do with the geyser of darkness emanating from the king. It dissipated as the King smirked. He took out a small dagger of French design and walked toward the French bard. The Bard was panicking, and tugged on the chain as much as he could. He handed him the dagger. “Tell you what; I’m in such an amusing mood. If you happen to kill the guard that will try and restrain you, then I’ll give you liberty and freedom as well as a rather large cash reward.” He said the sentence in French and the bard seemed unsure, until he saw the king’s aura starting to flare up at which point he nodded fiercely. Edward smirked as he removed the chain from his ankles. “Ser Richardson!” As he said the name, a knight walked into the throne room, slamming his right fist against the left side of his chest. This knight was the one that dared speak back to him earlier and was also the one to escort the prophet back here. Needless to mention, he was also the nephew of one of the blasted nobles on his council. The Bard did his duty, and jumped on the knight before he could properly defend himself. He expected the French to lunge; they were never one for fair play. “Guards!” The King yelled out as the Bard was in the moment and furiously stabbing down the dead knight. The other guards came in to serve as witnesses. Edward pointed the bard. “Capture him! I want him alive!”. The bard was dragged off to the nearest dungeon, weapon still in his hand, as the other guard cleaned up the body. “I’ll deliver the bad news myself” said King Edward. He waited until every guard had left before sighing. “Rok, would you be so kind as to summon the Drug here along with Ser Richardson’s noble family? Also, I would very much like if in the report there’d be some… details added. It’s for Ser Richardson’s honour. I want it to be added that he died protecting his king and while you’re at it… Find out, who in the french nobility has ever hired this Bard”. This was a big gambit on Edward’s part. He wanted to start a war with France. He already gained the support of the King of Spain, and had discussions with Germany but they insist in remaining neutral. He hoped the little assassination attempt made by the French would be enough to sway the Germans, if not diminish the support the French citizen would have in the war since, unlike here, the french citizens were treated with respect and blah blah blah. Edward was fully going to use that against them. As for Ser Richardson's family, they were one of the few noble family yet to try out Will's fantasti touch. That needed to be remedied as soon as possible; they had much influence and were strictly anti-war. The King then turned to the prophet. “Miss Prophet, I insist that you stay here in the castle.” He always invited the prophet the stay within the walls of the castle, but yet she always refused. One day, she’ll accept. “Also… My son… Is he safe?” Edward loved his son, but never showed it. He would do as his father and only reveal such weakness on his deathbed. He wanted his son to be a grand king, much like he currently is. He also wanted both of them to go on warring campaigns together. He was confined to this castle because of the Ginger, and now that it seemed it was nearly over. He might be able to get his wish with the crusade against the French. |
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King of Wackatopia: "I'll guarantee your safety, give you meaning, give you knowledge and something to believe in for the low cost of your personal freedom." Fang: "Look at you, you're gorgeous, you're beautiful, and when i look into your beautiful eyes all I see is this magnificent elegant creature, full of grace, full of strength. You're mesmerizing. You're intoxicating. I want you near me. I want to indulge you." Ryan: "If my survival means the death of innocents, then so be it" Kyliden: "This one is strong. He's brave and takes what he needs. He's a better werewolf then i could ever wish to be." Diego: "I can't control what i feel, querida mia. This spark will become a big lively fire. It will consume me, it will consume you and everyone around us, and once nothing is left, new life will spring eternal." Wade: "She made me love her before she sired me. She wanted a companion, a friend, a lover to indulge her throughout the centuries. Her demise filled me with emptiness; she was to give me a purpose and now I'm alone." | |
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| That Butler | August 14, 2010, 8:02 pm Post #15 |
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"But of course, my lord," Rok said with a graceful bow, though his eyes never left the king's face as he did. He was probably the only person who never averted his gaze from the king at the proper times to do so. Another of his many quirks that people seemed to let him get away with. So amusing. "I will spin a wonderful tale of how the dearly departed knight sacrificed his own body to keep the blade of the treacherous bard from piercing your heart." He smiled at the thought. Without another moment's hesitation, he turned and left the room, without doing the usual few-steps-backward thing first. Honestly, the disrespect he showed the king at times through his actions if not his words was astounding. He made his way out of the chamber and down to where the slave called William was being held. Though it was quite the comfortable prison, it was a prison nonetheless. A gilded cage is still a cage, after all. No matter how much it sparkles. After knocking lightly on the door, he stepped inside to see that William was on the rather large bed. Rok couldn't blame him. Though he had personally never been in that bed, he could appreciate its comfort by nature of the fact that so many others spoke highly of it. "Why hello there, Will," he said to the man, leaning against the wall by the now-closed door. "It would seem to be a slow day for you. Usually you are not alone at this hour." |
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| Wicked | August 14, 2010, 8:02 pm Post #16 |
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Whatever this creature was, it was definitely giving Skia a hard time. She knew what she was able to do with her mutated paws when she shifted into their form and this one definitely knew how to use their own. It grabbed at her fur, yanking and punching at her body as she moved over it and tore at it’s flesh, causing cries of pain to come from it’s mouth. She flinched as it grabbed a rock and hit her directly in the ribs with it. Skia growled, ready to do the creature in when suddenly, it stopped moving. She hesitantly backed away from the still body, eyeing a spot that was trickling blood. Her ears pressed against her head as she glanced up at the leader, it’s sword ready if she made any sudden moves. Of course, she was probably as dangerous to it as it was to her. She lowered the front of her body closer to the ground as she started to back away from the corpse, eyes intent on the live one. She was too curious and too full of pride to run, and so she stayed there for a moment looking the creature over. It was clear that the leader was tense, still on the high from fighting and so was she. She didn’t want to fight off yet another of these peculiar things. Skia decided the best way to show that was to plop down on her hind legs. Her ears perked back to their normal height as she sat down directly across from it. She tried to figure out exactly what gender it was, though she didn’t have much to go off of. What she saw of herself was just of the reflection from the water she bathed in and as far as she could tell, all of her kind looked similar. She knew a male wolf from a female one, obviously, but what about her true form? She was so intrigued and in awe that the figures she used to stare at from so far off had actually ventured into her world. Skia scoffed at the creature, pointing her nose towards the now bloody weapon in its possession. Her instincts had been right to stay away from it; it was lethal. She cocked her head to the side, still utterly bewildered by the state of the creature’s body. It was so… covered and oddly shaped. She could never get over by how little fur covered those of her natural form. It seemed whatever the material was that was draped over these creatures was meant to serve as the fur she naturally had in wolf form, a sort of protection against nature and their own kind. |
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| Gloryseeker | August 14, 2010, 8:58 pm Post #17 |
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The other wolves had yet to come. By now, it would mean that in front of Nyles was indeed a lone wolf. It eyed him cautiously and Nyles stared straight back, unwavering. Then, it sat on its hind legs, ears perking up. Nyles wondered if he had mistaken a hunting dog as a wolf but the eyes gave it away. He felt strange though, looking in those eyes. It was almost like the wolf was trying to communicate something. Nyles slowly lowered his sword. "Hm... This might now be the wisest move, but I am feeling a bit daring at the moment, after killing two men..." He took a step forward, sword at his side in a friendly but alert position. Nyles never took his eyes away from his new opponent. Slowly, he approached the wolf and kneeled down on one knee, ready to spring into a fight if the wolf attacked. "Um... Hello there, thanks for saving me... I don't know what I would have done without you... Haha, here I am talking to a wolf! I must be going mad!" |
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| Joey! | August 14, 2010, 11:28 pm Post #18 |
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Will had almost drifted to sleep when he was stirred by the knocking. It was the king's adviser. It was strange. One of the few people that he didn't see that often. From what he heard, this man didn't want a taste of his power. That was a little strange to Will, but it didn't upset him. Maybe the adviser took a different view on it? Well, no matter the reason, Will hadn't learned his name yet. He spoke back to the man, "You are correct, sir. I am not used to such calm days. The usual ones are not here either. Has the king decided no one shall benefit from my ability today?" It didn't seem likely, but there had to be a reason. Maybe he could get more from the man. "Are you here to take me somewhere, sir? Perhaps the king is wanting a taste of my power now?" he prodded. Will found it very strange the king himself didn't use his powers for his own that much. The king seemed like the kind of man that would be addicted to it. The memory of those townsfolk trying to kill him for not letting them have more made him shudder. With a sigh, he got up from the bed. It seemed a little rude to stay laying when the king's adviser is addressing you. |
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| That Butler | August 14, 2010, 11:40 pm Post #19 |
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"Well, I believe the king wishes for you to use your talents on someone," Rok replied, still leaning casually against the wall. "There will be some ruffled feathers that must be smoothed over so the peacocks don't complain. Again." Obviously the king had another person from a noble family killed and the relatives had to be placated accordingly. He smiled at the slightly-older man, though it was hardly genuine. It looked genuine enough, but by this point the young advisor was a master at fake smiles and laughs. He hadn't given any sort of genuine smile since his parents were murdered. |
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| Joey! | August 14, 2010, 11:49 pm Post #20 |
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Will nodded to the younger man. He wondered how someone even younger than him had become the king's adviser. This whole situation seem rather off. However, if he was to address the man, he would need his name. "I see... So he plans on using me to calm them down? I hope I can do that... Is he expecting them to enjoy my ability so much that they forget about their anger? The only time anyone truly forgets about anything is when I heighten the power and keep it on. Afterwords, they are still upset. It is just pleasure after all," he stated. He smiled back at the man and looked around for guards. Were they trusting him not to run with just the adviser looking after him? Things seemed a little off. He decided to ask. "Sir? Are you the only one escorting me? Also, and I am not meaning to be a pest, sir, but may I know your name? I haven't seemed to pick up on it quite yet," he inquired. |
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| That Butler | August 15, 2010, 12:01 am Post #21 |
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"It would seem like I am the only one escorting you, yes," Rok replied with another of those fake smiles. "I trust that you will not attempt to flee?" Of course not. Even if Will tried, Rok was very certain that he could stop him. People tended to stop running when it looked like their path had been cut off by a stone wall. He doubted that Will knew of his particular talents, considering that Will didn't even know what his name was. Perhaps he had heard rumors that the king's advisor was skilled perhaps not physically--most of the time--but in the "special talents" department. "You may call me Rok," he told the slave after a few moments of consideration. Though most people below him in station tended to call him Mr. or Lord Mokaer, the "Mr." part would make him feel old and he didn't want to look like he enjoying being called "Lord" too much. He preferred to just be called by his first name. It wasn't about familiarity. The aforementioned reasons were certainly part of it, but mostly he just didn't want to be reminded of his father. He'd been around far too many people addressing his father in such a manner, and he didn't like being reminded that his father was dead. Or his mother, for that matter. But if he ever caught someone calling him "Lady" Mokaer, he'd probably kill them. Maybe be a little amused afterward, but they'd be dead by that point. |
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| Wicked | August 15, 2010, 6:39 am Post #22 |
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Skia was relieved when the weapon was lowered, though she kept her guard up as the creature approached where she sat. She straightened her head, smiling slightly at its amusing stance. The noises that came out of its mouth made her ears perk up. What a peculiar way of communicating. She huffed at it, sitting still for a moment as the creature kneeled down before she finally stood up on all fours and approached it. She sniffed at the material which draped over its body, taking in the smell that had a masculine odor. And so, it was a male. She scoffed, eyeing him again as she tried to figure out her next move. She didn't want the male to think her approach as offensive but she was, oh so curious. Skia circled the male, keeping a good distance as she observed him. She was contemplating whether to shift into her natural form or not. No, that would most likely startle him. The last thing she wanted was for the male to lash out out of fear. As well, she wasn't covered as he was. Instead, Skia turned and began to leave. She now knew the scent and would be able to track down the group whenever she pleased, though right now what she needed most was to bathe. With each step, Skia could feel the grim and dirt cling to her fur and skin. Soon, Skia approached a lake and shifted as she dove in. She swam underwater for a while, letting the water detach all the dirt from her bare skin before coming back to the surface with a sigh. She swam there idly, pushing her hair back from her face so that she could see her surroundings. Though she was relaxed, her ears were always listening to the sounds of the forest and fully aware. |
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| Joey! | August 15, 2010, 7:49 pm Post #23 |
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Rok, huh? Will repeated the name in his head for several moments gefore smiling in response. Well, he wouldn't forget it now. He moved closer to Rok and bowed. "Pleased to finally meet you, sir. I'm Will, but you must have known that already," he said to introduce himself. He moved to follow the man from his entrapment and looked around for a chance to escape. However, after thinking for a moment, he realized the king wouldn't trust him, therefore Rok must be an excellent guard. He cursed under his breath, but lowered his head in defeat. He waited for the man and followed behind him. Maybe he could strike a deal? Though, what would happen if he tried and Rok wasn't interested? Will was sure there would be hell to pay. "So, um, what has gotten the king so occupied today?" he asked. That shouldn't be too much. Just a simple question. Maybe he could figure some way to escape through small talk. Who knew? Maybe there would never be a chance. Well, maybe if he could talk a guard into helping him out for a large, free dose of Will's power... |
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| That Butler | August 15, 2010, 7:59 pm Post #24 |
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"He is meeting with the prophetess," Rok answered cheerfully. Seemingly cheerfully, at any rate. "So interested in his future, our king is. I am constantly advising him to keep his mind on the present lest it be wasted, but I am afraid he has become obsessed..." That last part was said with (false) concern. To the casual listener, it would seem like Rok was genuinely worried about the king. The casual listener would, of course, be wrong. He continued walking, leading Will toward where Rok expected to find the family of the guard who had been killed. He should probably tell Will what he was up to (so the man wouldn't get confused and try something stupid), so he explained, "We must run a little errand before going to the king. The nobles he wishes to be compensated must be fetched, and apparently I am the one who needs to do this." It sounded like he didn't think he was quite the right person for that, but he didn't sound angry about it. Amused, more like. Cheerfully amused. |
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| Joey! | August 15, 2010, 8:40 pm Post #25 |
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Will was some what confused. A prophetess? What would the king want with one of them? Was he worried about something? Maybe he could escape. He listened patiently to Rok and smiled. This man didn't seem so bad, but he was very close to the king. That had to mean he was just as black-hearted. Well, he would find out eventually. Oh, wow. He was being brought to another group of nobles? What could Will do for them? What did the king think he could do? He sighed and continued his inqueries, "Is the king worried about his future or something? Also, what are they being compensated for? Did some of their property get destroyed?" Why was everything so complicated in the castle? Even someone as skilled as he in medicines couldn't figure out these people. Many claim medicine was just as confusing! Have any of those that made those claims learned medicine and taken part in castle proceedings? If so, then they are liars! If not, then they have no idea what they are talking about! In any case, it didn't matter. Will was a part of it whether he understood it or not. He followed Rok to the nobles and sighed one last time before seeing them. |
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