We must end this endless war (medieval rp pafp)

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  • Plot: For the past fifty years, the kingdoms of Ellaria and Balon have been in perpetual conflict. Balon seeks access to Ellarian gold to replenish its depleted treasury, while the king and nobles of Ellaria are determined to protect their own. Thousands have died on both sides, noble and peasants alike. Now, after so long, the weakened nations find themselves under the piercing gaze of the vast Eastern Empire. The countries must unite if they are to survive. In the end, their fates will be determined by two unlikely allies, one from each nation, who must unite their people against the Empire, lest they see all they know and love come to ruin.



    Character: Your character can be either male or female. They can be a love interest with my character, or they could just be working together to save their countries and become friends. We can discuss the plot in further detail once we start. You don't need to make a form for you character. Just tell me their name, gender and occupation. Personality, backstory etc. can develop thoughout the rp.


    My character is a male man-at-arms from Balon named Garrett.


    Rules: All wcrpg rules apply.


    You don't have to use ye olde English, but please try to make the dialogue a bit more formal to match the setting. Think like the Game of Thrones manner of speaking.


    This thread will be semi-advanced. Please try to have at least two lines (not sentences, lines) per post.


    Hope we have fun!

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; Well, hullo. I'd very much like to join this thread, if you will have me?

    My character will be Lucia, a female lady-in-waiting for one of the Ellarian noblewomen.


    Unfortunately, I have not seen Game of Thrones, but I am very familiar with the time period, so hopefully you will find that I do well in this? ^^


    IC;;
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  • Ooc- sure thing! And no worries, I'm sure you'll be fine. I just hope you're patient with me, because about eighty percent of my knowledge of this time does come from GoT, and I don't know how accurate it is ^^


    So, for the plot. I was thinking something like this; Garrett is part of an escort for a Balon lord going to have a peace talk with the wiman Lucia serves, a prominent Ellariannoble. The talk is going well, but the Empire attacks and kills everyone in the castle except for Garrettand Lucia, who escape. Then they have to make it to the capital of Ellaria to alert the king of what happened. Sound okay?

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; Haha, you're fine! I know a few small details about it, and if there's anything I don't understand- well, that's what Google is for! C: I'll just work around whatever you throw at me, so don't hold back for my sake!


    Plot sounds great! I'm just going to go ahead and shove all responsibility of starting the actual roleplay onto you, but after that, I'll jump right in and we can get things going.


    If you wouldn't mind- I'm a bit of an artist? So if, even if it's thread through several posts, you could describe most aspects of Garrett's appearance, that would be lovely. I happen to be in need of things to draw, and this should keep my muse up through the rp, as well! And I will certainly share it with you, once finished. Unless it turns out terribly. ;n;


    IC;;
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  • Sure thing! I'll be sure to put his description in throughout the next few posts.


    Ic- Travelling was a right pain in the are, Garrett decided as they approached the high walls of Castle Maplewood. They had been on the road for two weeks, with only one innlying along their path. Every other night was spent on the uncomfortable ground of a forest or the open plains. Everyone was covered in muck and mud, with the exception of his lord. Malgos Mansley was spotless as usual, and dashing on his huge black destrier. The beast juxtaposed his silver and white armor pleasantly. The group, which consisted of ten knights, three dozen men at arms, and sundry grooms and servqnts, halted at the gate. Garrett looked up at the topof the wall, brushing a strand of mud brown hair from his sweaty forehead. "Let the gates be opened," Lord Malgos cried, voice hard and cold as ice. "We come to speakwith your lady."

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; Mkay! Thank you. C:


    IC;; At his command, the heavy iron gate was opened with a clatter of metal, a dozen servants quickly getting the job done.
    Inside the stone castle, last minute preparations were hastily being made. Lucia found herself with just a few minutes for herself, as every other moment leading up to this had been spent making sure that Marchioness Joscelyn looked her best for their guests. Now that that had been taken care of, she had the shortest amount of time to fix up her carefully curled amber locks, and fix the slight makeup she had on. The announcement of the arrival of Mansly was made, and soon she had to hurry out to welcome the visitors.
    She sighed and took one last look in her mirror before grasping the folds of her dress and leaving her room to meet up with the Marchioness so that they could greet the entering entourage.
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  • Lord Malgos entered the main all of the keep, escorted by two of the most prominent knights and half a dozen men-at-arms, including Garrett. The lord strode up to Joscelyn, halting a few feet away. Silence filled the place for a moment before the lord thumped his closed fist against his chest, the traditional Balon greeting. "Well met, my lady," he said simply. His sleek black hair andimmaculately groomed beard reflected the light from the windows and torches of the hall. Garrett yawned and glanced over Joscelyn's entourage.


    One of the Ellarianwoman's handmaidens, an amber haired beauty, caught his eye. He winked at her and offered the girl a slight grin. He hoped he looked dashing. With piercing green eyes and evenly tanned skin, he caught the eye of more than one girl back home. He wasn't particularly tall or muscular, but there was a certain energy and swagger in his wiry build. He couldn't help but think he looked rather dashing, especially in his chainmail and black surcoat, with Lord Malgos' crescent moon sigil emblazoned on the chest.

  • I'm really sorry, dude, but this is a pafp thread. That means private after first post. But we can do an rp on a seperate thread if you want. Just dont like non private threads that much. Id be happy to do apr8vate rp with you on another thread, like I said.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; Oh dearie! I'm sorry. Now I feel bad. ;n; I've been ninjaed on great threads plenty of times before as well, so I truly am terribly awfully sorry. D:
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    IC;; Joscelyn returned his gesture by placing the palm of her hand at the base of her chin, a sign used by the Ellarians to show that all words spoken were true. "Quite so. Thank you for coming. I hope your journey here went well?" she inquired, escorting his lordship to the dining room, where further talking would be done briefly before the others joined for the feast the kitchen staff had spent many hours preparing.


    Lucia observed the men who had accompanied Lord Malgos. They were all of varying levels of attractiveness, but one man grabbed her attention more so than the others. And he was looking directly at her, as well. She quickly angled her freckled face downwards, hoping that and tinge of pink of her cheeks would be dismissed as the glow of the torches on her fair skin. It was most inladylike of her to allow herself to be caught off guard by the charming looks of a visitor; after so many had come and gone, she had thought herself to be above most men, and not like the silly serfs who swooned over every traveling knight. A faint giggling spread through the other ladies as they watched the newcomers with childish glee. It had been some time since they had last seen a group of handsome men, and some of the girls whispered of having more than peaceful discussions with the Balons.


    When the two parties had simply stood, staring at each other for more than the appropriate time, Lucia took it upon herself to unite the groups and herd them over to the dining hall. She lifted the pale blue skirt of her lacy dress and stepped closer to the men, being extra cautious not to allow her gaze to wander over to the man who had winked at her. She cleared her throat, "On behalf of Marchioness Joscelyn, I would like to offer a warm welcome to our honorable guests from Balon, and invite them to join us for supper. Afterwards, rooming arrangements will be taken care of and so on and so forth," she said, her soft voice ringing clearly over the quiet chatter. As if on cue, the other ladies took no time in waiting to socialize with their visitors.
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  • Lord Malgos nodded his head. His brow had furrowed at the queer Ellarian gesture Joscelyn had made, but he did not comment on it. He strode after the lady, straight backed, the very image of somber dignity. Garrett watched them go, then sought out the redhead from earlier.


    He found her in the small crowd easily as they dispersed to talk. "Your friends won't have much luck with the knights," he commented casually, watching the girls flirt. "They're so obsessed with their 'honor', I sometimes think they've no attraction to anyone at all." He smiled. "Of course, they'll do little better with the other men. I'm afraid we're all a bit stuffy and sexless across the Grand." He was referring to the grand river, which divided most of the two countries from each other. "My names I Garrett, by the way. What, may I ask, is yours?" He removed his half helm, allowing his brown hair to tumble out. It fell to about his shoulders, the custamary length for commoners.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;; oh- I- *facepalm* I'm sorry, my phone autocorrected that to amber. I meant auburn, oops. I'm sorry. ^^' She got brown hair and loads of freckles. Cx
    Should I be picturing Garrett as Aragorn? Probably not. But I will, because Aragorn is wonderfully fantabulous. :D


    IC;; Lucia did her best to move the group towards the dining hall, but gave up on that happening any time soon as the people merged and talk filled the lobby. She sighed softly and straightened the hem of her dress, wishing she had chosen something nicer looking rather than comfortable.


    She lifted her gaze to see the man from earlier standing in front of her, sharing his thoughts on the behaviour of her girls. "Well, let them have their fun for now. Sooner or later they'll give up. It's best if they do it themselves; I don't want there to be an angry revolt against the maid of honor for not allowing them to flitter after hopeless Balons," she murmured, speaking more to herself than to... Garrett, he said. The corners of her lips tugged upwards into a slight smile, and she dipped her head respectfully. "I am Lady Demitri, but please, call me Lucia." She added a tiny curtsy to emphasize her diplomatic approach at introducing herself.


    She coolly watched over the others, not wanting to miss anything that might be important later. The Bolans were there for peaceful negotiations, but that didn't mean the lord's men wouldn't try anything funny. Or be provoked by one of her subordinates. "There are more important things in lif than finding a suitable husband, anyway," she murmured thoughtfully. She gave a sheepish laugh and apologized to Garrett, "I'm sorry, I speak aloud to myself in high stress situations, and almost unknowingly become extremely critical of others. Don't take anything I say to heart, please." She twirled a curled strand of brown hair and tucked it behind her ear, taking a deep breath and opening up to her guest.
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  • Ooc- Aragorn with green eyes and no beard, basicaly. And a completely different personality, but that's neither here nor there.


    Ic- Garrett gave a short laugh. "Funny. I would have thought a lady's maid would be more inclined to remainsilent. Then a an, I suppose you Ellarians have a rather...peculiarly open society." He moved just an inch or two closer. "Not that that is a bad thing, mind you. I knew some girls who weren't allowed to talk in the presence of men outside of their family members at all. They practically had to stabsomeone to keep their stress down." He observed the girl with a keen eye. "I don't mind this way. Especially if they're openin more than just speech." He glanced at Lucia from the corner of his eye, hoping to see her reaction.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;;


    IC;; Lucia released a somewhat indignant huff at the man's assumption that, because she was not so important as the marchioness herself, she would think it best to hold her tongue. However, any irritation with Garrett quickly evaporated into embarrassment at his next comment. She both wished to and wished not to have interpreted it correctly. Her freckled cheeks were quickly flushed with a rosy color, causing her face to feel uncomfortably warm. I'm going to check that everything is going smoothly behind the scenes, please excuse me. Just follow the others and you'll be seated," she told him, hastily taking her leave. She shuffled off to the kitchens and alerted the staff to bring out the first course.
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  • Garret smiled. He had her flustered, and that was where he liked girls. The young man joined his fellows in the dining hall as bowls of steaming soup were delivered before them. Malgos and his knights sat at the head of table next to joscelyn, a place of honor. The lord seemed I'll at ease, and Garrett could sympathize. In Ellaria, the women were lewd (apart from Lucia, apparently), the food was too rich, and the wine was far too sweet. Most of the men could barely stomach any of the heavy food.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


    [justify]OOC;;


    IC;; It was not long before Lucia returned, looking much more calm, cool and collected than she had been earlier. It was easy for her to see that the two very different cultures did not mix together all that well, but there was not much she could do but cross her fingers and pray that some good came out of this. Especially after they had put so much time into preparing everything.
    Her usual spot near Joscelyn had been given to some other, so she paused to glance down the table to find an empty seat. When she saw who sat beside her place, it was all she could do not to groan outwardly. It was the less than gentlemanly man from before, from whom she had only just escaped. It wasn't that she thought him a horrible person, simply, she found that he was difficult to be around when he seemed so keen to have her blushing like a raspberry. She didn't seem to have any other options, though, and so she took a deep breath and made her way over.
    "Oh, don't mind me," she murmured, taking her place at the table. By this time, the second course was being served, and so she did her best to focus on eating rather than speaking to any one around her. If they tried, she answered as quickly and concisely as she was able, then turned her attention back to her plate.
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  • Garrett had d quite been looking forward to ribbing the girl again, but he saw her look and decided not to discomfort her for the rest of the meal. The third course was soon brought out, along with more of that sickly sweet wine. The knights and Malgos only sipped at it carefully, but the men at arms downed whole cups and called for more. Soon enough, the drunker ones seemed ready to accept Ellarian culture more easily.


    Before the fourth and final course came out, Malgos stood and held out his cup. From outside, someone began yelling, but Garrett didn't pay them much mind. The noble lord was grave as he spoke. "A toast," he declared. "To our gracious hoast, the lady Joscelyn." Every Balonite at the table lifted their cups. "May she live long under the sun," they declared in one voice, Garrett along with them. From the queer looks the Ellarians were giving them, it was clear they didn't know the guest toasting tradition. "Uncultured savages," the knight furthest from Joscelyn muttered into his cup as he drank. If Malgos heard him, he ignored it.

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


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    IC;; Lucia was only able to poke at the food on her plate when the third course was served to finish of their meal before a simple array of desserts would be brought out later. She hasn't raten too much prior to the arrival of Lord Malgos, but an unsettling feeling disturbed her stomachs to the point of being unable to consume any more.Something felt off, and it felt inappropriate to enjoy herself if there truly was anything amiss.
    She could hear the distant shouting, and it made her slightly more perturbed, but there wasn't much she could do, so she settled for telling herself that the noises were only the bored servants messing around while most others were occupied with the Balonites. Her light blue gaze was drawn to Malgos as he stood and said a few strange words. Then, in response to him it seemed, Harrett and the other members of his entourage chanted back a phrase. It was a peculiar custom to her, but she couldn't help but smile when she thought about what had been said. It was a very nice thing for them to do, and she only wished that the Ellarians shared it and could chant back as well.
    Her small grin immediately fell into an angry frown as she caught the knight' swords. Either Malgos hasn't heard or he hadn't cared, and the thought that the latter was a possibilty made her more upset than she cared to admit. "Why, of all the ungrateful little--" Whatever she thought the tiny thing the knight was, no one would ever know. At that moment, yelling came from right outside the dining room's doors. Within a matter of moments, the oak doors were shattered and splinters of wood pierced the air as some fanatical group rushed in.
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  • Malgos surged to his feet in an instant, his knights and other soldiers close behind. As the first man ran forwards, sword singing in the air, Malgos caught his wrist and plunged the dinner knife he had been holding into the man's neck. Picking up the sword, he procceeded to battle the other invaders. Garrett got up, looking around wildly. Malgos' and Joscelyn's soldiers out umbered the invaders two to one, but other than the handful of guards who hadn't partaken in the feast, they were weponless and unarmored. One by one, the assaulted fell to the attackers.


    The men were not the only casualties either. One of Joscelyn's handmaidens lost the top of her head and fell in a growing pool of blood. Another was still begging when an assailant plunged a blade into her breast, piercing her heart. Clearly, they meant to take no prisoners.


    Malgos and his knights had managed to seize wepons from the fallen, and were forming a ring around Joscelyn. Garrett dared hope they would prevail, but then a crossbow twanged, and a bolt appeared in the lord's neck. More twangs, and his knights were dying. They had no hope.


    Swiftly, the man at arms seized Lucia's wrist. "Come on," he shouted over the screams and the clash of blades. He dragged her through the melee, and they emerged miraculously uninjured near the head of the table. "Where is a safe way out?" He demanded. "Hurry!"

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    "I had no reason to be
    over-optimistic."


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    IC;; Lucia's eyes widened greatly as the room was filled with the confused, terrified cries of the servants. Within a matter of minutes, nearly all of her fellow handmaidens had fallen. Shortly after, Malgos suffered the same fate. It was unbelievable to her how quickly things had gone from a mild evening's dinner discussion to a bloodbath of tons of death and destruction ((how bout that alliteration, yo)).
    She felt something tighten around her wrist and, assuming the worst, turned sharply in an attempt to shake off her attacker and fight back or flee. She was given only a second or so to realize it was merely Garrett before he pulled her with him to the farthest edge of the table. She was trembling a great deal by this point, but still managed to angrily state, "If Joscelyn is still here, I'm staying as well." She spun around in order to run back towards the marchioness, but the scene that was splayed out in front of her stopped her in her tracks. Her mistress had joined the ranks of the dead, collapsed on top of a slaughtered knight. The gore that Lucia had done so well to ignore previously now made her sick to her stomache, and it was the best she could do not to vomit.
    With the back of a hand raised to her mouth to stop herself from crying out, she grasped the bits of Garrett's fingers she could reach and briskly moved to the back of the room, doing her best to dodge the chaos which surrounded them. "Servants' passageways," she explained curtly, revealing a well hidden door amongst the stone walls. "They're old and unused; I don't know where any turns lead to."[/justify][/fancypost]


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  • "Good enough," Garrett said in an equally curt manner. "Now go, go!" He shoved her into the passage and looked back. Taking a risk, he rushed out and seized up a sword from a fallen foeman, then followed Lucia into thepassage amidst the bloodshed, nobody noticed them depart. The tunnel wound this way and that, but eventually they emerged into the courtyard. If they had been hoping to find a better state of affairs here, they were disappointed. All of Joscelyn and Malgos' men were dead. Only a few horses whinnied in the stables. "Come on," Garrett ordered, dragging Lucia towards them. Suddenly, hehalted. Malgos' family sword was halfway across the yard. It had to be returned to his home, to his now widowed wife and orphaned child. Alternatively, it would sevre them better than the dull blade he held now.