Kings Of A Different Kind (Private w/Frenchie.)

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    ooc: Oh, I forgot to mention: Ailsha's a nomad, so her family and herself are constantly travelling- sometimes by sea, usually by horse and cart over land.


    Sorry it's so very very short and not in-depth, I'm wanting to squeeze in some time for drawing before dinner.

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    ___________________||Finnr Larsen||__________________


    Finnr had immediately set off away from the others, constantly searching but with seemingly little interest for anything or anyone upon the ship. Perhaps it was just restlessness, but something was definitely on his mind, something which was not hard to judge had you witnessed any of the previous events which had played out that day. He had hesitated a step away from Mortie as the man emptied the putrid contents of the pail into the gurgling water, an agitated question twitching at his lips, but Dar'eme's blustering entrance onto the deck reserved any words for the conflict that was doubtlessly to come.


    Turning to meet her blistering rage with an infuriating smile that was so placid in comparison that it was provocative, Finnr listened in 'polite' silence as Dar'eme ranted her dismay. When she mentioned Nantale and the job which she had planned for Finn the lanky male tensed somewhat, cracked lips tightening and souring his slimy smile somewhat, but curiously he managed to hold back on any sly retorts. Instead, he cranked his expression into a bright grin and replied in a gallingly polite tone.


    "Why of course, Dar'eme," He cooed, bowing his head like a scolded dog though the venom coating his grin conveyed none of the same culpability, "So kind of you to think of me for such a task. You must truly think highly of my, my lady. I feel honoured."

    //Nantale doesn’t know what to say to Finn’s gift, staring at the bracelet as he slipped it on his wrist. A smile makes its way into his face.

    “I’ll... Be right there.”

    He examines it a bit more before getting up and joining the group again. He barely left Finn’s side the rest of the evening.

    Nantale, after receiving it, never takes it off. If he loses it, he freaks out. Thanks how much he actually believes in it (though he knows deep down it won’t protect him from everything, he still likes to believe it will ward danger off)


    Does Nantale give Finn any presents? All the time, though many of them are smaller. He likes to give Finn cool shells he finds as presents (or anyone really, but the really cool ones he gives to Finn) the best example (and Finn’s favorite) is white but with black spikes all over. He will give other types of presents, but usually those are for more special occasions.

    Nantale: I found this shell today and it reminded me of you! It’s got the black spikes that put your makeup in my mind. You.. don’t have to take it if you don’t want to. I know the shells take up space and serve no purpose.. but I thought you would like one anyway..


    //that’s fine. I still can’t fathom how you are having dinner now on th either side of the world.. it’s only just about 10 am here


    Dar’eme cared not for Finnr. This was clearly obvious from every bit of body language she was portraying, from her stance to the way her arms folded in front of her, and most of all her faintly glowing eyes. How she wanted to kill Finn right then and there, throwing his body into the ocean to let him drown. However, she knew Nantale would disapprove greatly, and would be upset by this, and of course she wouldn’t - and couldn’t - do that to her captain.


    “I would rather you rot in the brig where you belong.. But like you said.. I’m too ‘nice’.” The elf retorted, hissing back at Finn with a similar venom in her words.


    “Perhaps you can when we return to Turtle Island though. I’ve yet to think of what fate awaits you there..”


    Dar’eme stepped away from Finn, returning to the wheel to promptly ignore him and forget he exists for as long as possible. Before he could head to the surgeon’s cabin, Mortie stepped over to him.


    “I must apologize for the way Dar’eme is acting.. She has very tight bonds with Captain Nantale, so it only makes sense she would lash out..”


    The monk paused, looking towards the stairs that led below deck.


    “I will accompany you.. I have yet to see how the others are doing and if they have received any wounds themselves, but I need time to rest. Nantale’s surgery took quite a lot out of me, and I need to let some of my magic regenerate before I do anything else.”

    ooc: There's actually a bit of a backstory behind that bracelet. One of misdeeds and a tragic accident.


    Finn: *he takes the small shell in his long fingers, turning it over and feeling it's undulating surface against his fingertips as he peers closely at it; he looks at it strangely, as though unsure how to feel*

    Hm? No no, I like it! I just... *he looks like he's about to say more, then shakes his head with a light laugh* It's perfect. You know, I think I should start making these into hair pieces. They would look pretty, no? *he titters as he holds the shell up to his hair, posing and pouting his lips* Or maybe, if I grew my beard out, they would be lovely little decorations! Haheehee!

    *it is his favourite because it reminds him of his mother, who used to have an elaborate trailing necklace of seashells that would softly clatter everywhere she went; Finnr had only ever contributed one shell to it, which was one very similar to the black and white one which he now held in his hand; she said that these ones were special shells, into which you could whisper a wish that would eventually come true if you kept them safe*


    Time zones. Physics.

    Complete gibberish.

    I mean misdeeds and tragic accidents are these boys lives so yeah.


    Nantale makes Finn a shell necklace.

    Finn: Thanks Little Thief! Though I'm not realy a jewelry person *he says jokingly*

    Tale: well.. I was planning on making one for Cinna..

    Finn: Shut up no I'll wear it forever


    Haha I've been thinking about the exact story of how Tale and his mom got seperated (who said she's actually dead muhaha) and its a bit sad as it also explains why Tales father doesn't like him and someday imma write it but not today or probably ever in depth but its really good (and now has a track to back it hahaaaaa i love prince of egypt too much)

    ooc: 'Tragic' basically sums up everything here tbh.

    Corliss: Tragically handsome *swishes his hair like Prince Charming in Shrek*

    Me: ...Did I just make a Shrek reference? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO??


    I've always wondered that story- it's kinda a big blank space that keeps drawing me back.

    I'll probably never write the boat incident, either. I mention it lots, and I'll continue to go into slightly more depth, but I wouldn't be able to do it justice. The uncertainty of what actually happened before he got picked up by the pirates is part of what adds to it, I think. No one really knows what happened to him. Just like no one knows the reason for his absurd makeup XD

    //nooooooooo that just killed my perfect image of Corliss!! you will be missed, sweet prince..

    Lmao jk



    And I think there is a difference between Finn’s falling into the ocean and things like Nantale being separated from his mother and the whipping in Nobility Square, two differences actually.

    For one, like you said, no one else was really where Finn was and no one really knows exactly what happened before because of the limited people. However, there are other living people who were there at Nantale’s traumatic things. With his mother there were some attendants and Nantale’s older elven brother (who is still alive in the time of the roleplay, though Nantale has no idea whether or not. Maybe he’ll make some crucial appearances) and there sure as hell were people there when Nantale was whipped - his father, his human/not elven siblings (one of them is part dwarf), nobles in the area, merchants in the area, slaves who had escaped, Dar’eme too, though there was little she could do but try and comfort him after the fact.

    And the second thing is memory. Not that Finn doesn’t remember no no of course who would forget something like that? However it is so,etching you’d want to forget. If he did, Finn would be able to start healing, but probably won’t forget it for some time. Nantale’s situations, however, are not ones you’d want to forget. Not only are they monumental, but they are a driving force for Nantale’s life. His father wronging him makes him want to bring the man down so no one else may be hurt in that way, his mother being ripped from his arms, never to see her again? He wants to make sure that never happens to people again, and maybe, just maybe, he could find her again. Why would you ever forget that?


    So I think it’s okay if the whole story of Finn nearly drowning is never told. It isn’t supposed to. It doesn’t drive him like Nantale’s experiences do, but is still a huge part of his character. It gives him an air of mystery to his character and is a good mirror to Nantale, which is a good bit of story telling (oh look my English reading and analysis skills are coming back to be actually useful. I can think of a few other things I could talk about with symbolism and such about these two like they are an official literary classic (but they should be one))

    ooc: Yeah, I don't think Finn's character would be the same were I to tell the entire story. The mystery is kinda part of him. And yeah, it's true, even he doesn't really know exactly what happened. He went a bit mad, after all, and how could he or anyone else trust what he remembers?


    Unlike with Corliss' backstory, which will be told c:< He doesn't like talking about it, but it's gonna happen.


    Sorry, I'd totally go into a huge analysis, but I'm about to go to bed 'cause I'm up super early tomorrow :c

    That also makes sense.


    Not so fun fact: Nantale is actually afraid of thunder. Why? Two reasons: one, it sounds like a whip to him, and two, and this bit has been established, Nantale was left at the whipping post for a time after initially being whipped and it began to thunder storm. He though he was going to get shocked by lightning as the thunder was so loud above him. It’s not super 100 percent crippling as it should be, as he knows that the thunder win’t exactly hurt him in any way, but if it is a particularly loud thunder crack, he will cower. If it’s small, he will be noticeably uncomfortable, but is usually able to handle it on his own. Not fun.

    Also slightly more fun fact - because of this, Nantale has difficulty manipulating rain water (he can manipulate any water, but obviously ocean is his best)


    I also don’t feel like the whipping needs to be explained too much in depth as it’s both rather obvious and it is no secret, though Nantale just doesn’t tell the story because it brings up bad memories. The thing with his mother though? I feel like it should it’s a very interesting story, as you learn about a) his and his mother’s life in the Elven Isles b) his place there c) his role in the Mornimian family d) why his father hates him. The thing with this is Nantale actually didn’t spend too much time in Mornum before the incident with his mother, or at least in the Manor. He only went there after the incident, at about age nine. Before that he travelled most of the time and whenever going to Mornum he lived on Turtle Island or a small island owned by the royal families (which acted like a safe haven to go to if a country isn’t safe for the royals) not the Manor, and didn’t speak good Commons (common speak) when he arrived at the Manor proper after his mother was taken from her.

    //here’s your first snibbet of the text i’ll Give you with more info about leaving...//


    “Oh my poor baby... such hardship in your life.. I will never forget your face the day we had to part for good..”




    “You are so brave. Leaving the life you knew for one so foreign and strange to you.. Gods how I wish I could take you and your brother’s place.. But the Elven Isles are no longer safe.. War has consumed the land and I fear what may happen if you are caught. I have nothing more I can give then the chance that your life will be spared... my dearest Na’an’tala.. you may not be going to the safest place - It pains me to send you to Westley - but it is your only hope. It also pains me that I will not be able to see you grow up. Your brother will just have to do that for me.

    ..

    ...

    My little trouble maker Nantale... I know you cannot possibly understand this now, but someday... you are destined to be great.. you will Shepard the world and save the people of both kingdoms...”

    ooc: DUDE, NO, BUT FINN LOVES THUNDER. HE LIKES THE STORMS SO MUCH AAHHH NOOOOO

    He would be so conflicted about whether to dance outside in the rain like a madman or comfort Nantale indoors.

    And I know, you would think that Finnr would hate storms because one basically ruined(?) his life/turned his life upside down, but he has always loved storms, and the many good memories of them have outweighed the bad. It's like the sea- he loves the sea, and could sit and watch it for hours, but it's just the thought of being submerged that has him extremely anxious. If he feels safe enough and secure and is sure that he will not fall in, he could sit on the edge of a ship mere millimetres from the ocean's surface and really enjoy it.


    NANTALE NOOO ;n; ;n; ;n;

    If Finnr heard all of that he'd be a mess. A MESS.


    I'll hopefully get my reply up within the next couple of hours- I'm about to get my dinner, and I just got back from work.

    //don’t get me wrong Nantale loves rain (it is water after all) and would probably join Finn dancing in the rain like lunatics, but if it’s a thunder storm he probably won’t. He wuoldn’t mind watching Finn from inside the comforts of the den (besides if Finn gets a cold Nantale’s going to be the one bringing him some soup and warm cider while he sits and relaxes)

    This is what will make their relationship great - helping each other out with their fears. Still can’t wait until the two can chill at the edge of the water, enjoying each other’s company as well as the ocean.


    Yeah Nantale’s past with his mother was not good. Leaving her was so painful for him. Poor Tale had to be dragged away by his brother (who was 18 at the time, Nantale was 9) in order to get him aboard the ship (which was indeed the Pride of the Return) and leave for Mornum. Nantale.. does not have a good relationship with his elven older brother - who I have dubbed Ke’lan (or Kellan in Commons).

    I feel if he shows up in the story, and Finn finds out about this bit of Nantale’s past at some previous time, he will NOT be happy with Ke’lan (he goes more by elven name for some obvious reasons).

    Ke’lan: Na’an’tala! Dear sister it has been so long!

    Finn: Who the f*ck are you? And Nantale is a man, not a girl.

    K: I am Nantale’s older brother. But you are correct.. I do not sense a female presence here.

    F: oh there’ll be one once I cut off you-

    Nantale: Finn!

    F: Sorry ‘Tale.. But yeah once I cut it off you’ll be the one we call ‘girl’ *laughs*

    N: Ke’lan. What are you doing here? *his tone says he’s clearly not happy about him being here*

    K: I returned from my time in Falder to find that my ship, The Pride of the Return, was missing. And I noticed that you are in possession of it. Na’an’tala I ask of you: give me the Pride of the Return. Leave these low, baseborn fishermen and thieves and return with me to the Elven Isles. We have made great strides since you left and it is much safer now!

    F: Nantale won’t leave us. And the Pride is HIS ship, not yours y’ prissy elf boy! He’s not going anywhere, right Tale?

    *Nantale looks like he’s considering it, which worries Finn greatly. Thankfully...*

    N: Why the hell would I return with you? You split me and mother up and left me with Westley! He did awful things to me - beat me, whipped me, had me imprisoned and starved me.. And it is all your fault!

    K: which is EXACTLY why you should come with me back to the Isles! You can be my right hand man sis- brother..

    ooc: Finnr rarely becomes ill now (except things like food poisoning etc.) despite being such a sickly child, but if he ever did get a cold he'd probably be a child about it and take it as an excuse to be a lazy arse and spend his entire time drinking.

    Nantale: Finn, don't you think you've had enough? You'll get alcohol poisoning if you keep on at this rate-

    Finn: *slightly slurred* You can never have enough alcohol, Nantale! Isn't that right, Corrie?

    Corliss: *erupts from beneath a heap of empty bottles like a zombie, which he had fallen asleep under several hours before* Wha? Sshhhhhhhushh, Finnn, I think... I sssspewed up a liveeer. Or. A kitttennn *faceplants into the bottles ad begins snoring loudly*

    Finn: See? *hugs bottles of booze closer to his chest as Nantale reaches for one of them, glaring at his hand in deep suspicion* No! You drink water. I drink a f*ck-load of anything with at least 50% alcohol content.


    Finnr: No no, that will hardly work. I'm Nantale's right-hand-man. If he was to become yours, then what would that make me? The right hand's pinkie? I don't think so! Get lost, Kevin.


    When I think of Corliss and Finnr scheming darkly together, almost 'playing with their food' in a sense, I could easily hear this music in the background.


    Starting my reply now. Sorry, it took longer to get things done than I had expected.


    //Nantale simply rolls his eyes

    “Don’t come crying to me when you have alcohol poisoning and you want me to ease you damned stomach.. I won’t help you!” *he ends up helping anyway because he loves Finn too much to let him suffer, though he does just a little*


    Omg Finn calling any enemy of theirs by a name that isn’t their name but real close to it. Love that trope!

    Ke’lan: You will had over the Pride and Na’an’tala to me!

    Finn: Oh shut up Kalvin!

    Nantale: Yeah shut up Karen! Go write some more books on some sad shite!

    K: Gods give me patience...


    Cinna: *does anything*

    Finn: henlo Sinner

    F: hello Cinna

    F: go eat a fancy shoe ugly


    Hahaaaaaaa I drew both of Nantale’s parents and I wonder if I should show you now or wait til I do Ke’lan and Isma (his eldest half sister from Westley and his first wife) the rest of the siblings... just kinda exist elsewhere

    Important to note: Westley and Jan’tar never really married. Why they got together?? A mystery, as they hate each other. Rumor is for a politically advantageous reason. Who’s advantage?? Also a mystery..

    ooc: Sorry this took so long, I started writing something Friday night and it usually saves, but this time it didn't ;n; whyyy???

    Then I was trying to write it on the train today but FF was playing up and wouldn't let me write anything in offline mode aaaahhh

    Also, I need to reply to a couple of other RPs, so sorry in advance for any more delays. I'll try to reply again ASAP

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    ___________________||Finnr Larsen||__________________


    Dareme's distaste for Finnr was blatantly obvious with each curdled word and distasteful contortion of her lips, but the latter was confident that he gave as good as he got. It was undoubtedly childish of him to continue this bitter play, especially so when you consider that he was thoroughly enjoying it, but Finnr was the kind of man who did not willingly allow himself to be publicly scorned without some sort of retaliation- despite the fact that he, himself, had started it all.


    "Oh, how thoughtful of you!" The cutthroat crooned, the ghoulish black grunge surrounding his eyes glistening like rot in the red of the rising sun, sea spray speckling his damp cheeks like crocodile tears which were highlighted in the morning light like blood. A greasy grin plastered his face, and he tittered puckishly as he listened to her continuing scornful tones, "Perhaps another time, eh? You could give me a tour. I should like to know the layout of my new home if I am to be living there, heehee! Like which corner is for sleeping, which for eating, and which for pissing. It can sometimes be difficult to tell the difference between the bed and the toilet when living in a dungeon, and it helps to know which is which."


    Finnr watched as the woman stalked away, climbing the steps to the wheel like an angry crow, and he continued to watch her in bitter mirth before turning away with another giggle to duck below deck. Before he could surpass the second rung in the rickety ladder, however, a becalmed voice had him hovering where he stood. Glancing up in mild confusion, he was intrigued to see Mortie drifting towards him.


    "Oh, I don't blame her," Finnr replied with an easy smile, squinting somewhat against the glare which illuminated the sky behind Mortie but encompassed the monk himself in impenetrable shadow, "Hehee, I was just having a bit of fun. I like to tease- it's who I am."


    To Mortie's next declaration, the taller man simply hesitated a few slothful moments before shrugging lazily and continuing his decent down the steps.


    "Come or go, I couldn't care. So long as you keep good company and don't bore me to death, I'll live." He stifled another small snicker, plunging into the underbelly of the ship which was still plagued by night while the open air above was now brightening to blue. On the way down, Finn grabbed a spluttering oil lantern from its rusted hook upon the damp wooden wall and used its gasping light to guide them, careful not to catch himself upon the mess of hammocks which were strung between pillars like strings of a spider's web. Thankfully there were no sleeping bodies sprawled across the floor to further impede their path, for this night it was all hands on deck, so their passage was largely unhindered. Finnr was casually watching a single rat scuttling out of sight as it darted away from the lamp's guttering glow, disturbed from it's feast upon some scraps of rations after creeping from the bilge to take advantage of the solitude beneath deck, and he finally spoke after making the majority of the journey in silence.


    "How is he?" Finnr uttered, a near-whisper mumbled with baited breath, though he refused to meet Mortie's eyes- possibly to hide the guilt which lurked within his own, "Is he... awake?" The door to the surgeon's quarters stood slightly ajar only five or so steps ahead, the dim light from within spilling out upon the creaking floor so as to make his own lamp unnecessary. Before entering, he hooked it upon a bracket hammered into the wall, and the shadows it cast as it swung skittered headily across the gloomy light that it emitted, cartwheeling across his face as he let it settle and crept inside.


    The open door had allowed some of the sickly smells from within to seep without and prepared Finnr for what was to come, but even so the stench as he passed over the threshold was enough to send any man with a sense of smell staggering. No wonder Mortie and Dar'eme had returned so pale and queasy; had he a softer stomach, Finnr would likely have added vomit to the aura of toxic fumes which perforated the stale air. In fact, he had every reason to believe that someone had already added such a contribution. Fortunately, Finnr was well accustomed to suffocating pongs- after all, he had spent much of his childhood shrouded in fish guts, and if living among putrid pirates wasn't enough to harden one's stomach then I don't know what will- but even so the miasma of rot which roamed the air was positively foul. It smelt of sickness. Of death. Finnr swallowed heavily and continued inwards.


    ***


    Corliss was sprawled out across a bench near the kitchen, and had evidently taken his short role as captain as an excuse not to do any work for the rest of the trip. His face, clothes and hands were still smeared with blood, though by now the majority of it was dry and brown and crackling, and from his drunken stupor it was apparent that he had deemed the need for booze to be greater than appearance or personal comfort- a mean feat, since the only thing the rapscallion treasured more than himself was a good swig of alcohol.


    In the hour or so since disappearing into the dark, Corliss appeared to have been making his way through the crew's supply of rum; several empty bottles of the substance were stacked haphazardly upon the table while more littered the unoccupied length of the bench and rolled lollingly about the floor at his feet, including the promised bottle of rum and an unhealthy horde of its friends, while the swashbuckler slugged back the final dregs of yet another. A small, wavering tune hummed from the back of his throat between swigs, a few incomprehensible lyrics mumbled between cumbersome lips, and his ice-pale eyes were threatening to droop closed as he studied the empty bottle which was now held aloft between the shortened fingers of his left hand. His song trailed to a mildly dissatisfied moan as he realised that he would have to get off his arse to replenish his supply, and his hand dropped despairingly onto his chest as he heaved a wearisome sigh.


    "Damn..." He muttered, voice slow and delayed, and it took him a further five minutes to squirm into a sitting position... right before he toppled backwards again with a groan.

    “Yes, Dar’eme could use with a bit of teasing.. That woman can be a real stick in the mud at times. And yet I cannot blame her. If what she says is true, she’s been through some...” Mortie paused. He couldn’t think of an appropriate word to use.

    “Some.. truly horrible things.. And I think that would affect just about anyone.”


    Unlike Finn, Mortie did not walk in silence. The whole way to the surgeon’s cabin, he mumbled quietly in prayer, his hands fidgeting either together at his chest or pulling at his robes at his sides. It was rather obvious who these prayers were for.


    Thankfully, Finn spoke, and pulled Mortie from his melancholic prayers. And yet still, the subject wasn’t too joyful to begin with.


    “Nantale is alive, thank the gods, but is very weak. His breathing is shallow and definitely not what it should be. And no, he is not awake. If he was, he surely would have fainted from the surgery.”


    Mortie slipped into the room after Finn, leaving the door open due to the sheer smell of what was no less than death. Just like the monk said, Nantale was asleep on the surgeon’s table, covered up past his waist with a stained white sheet but still wearing most of the clothes he had arrived with. His coat, bag, and belt with his sheathed weapons were on a separate table. And also like Mortie had said, his breathing was slow and burdened, a subtle pained look on the boy’s face as he slept.


    “Before leaving the room I had to manually help produce new blood with my magic to be sure he wouldn’t fade back into complete unconsciousness. The injuries he sustained will put him out for a month - he will remain in bed in that time.”

    He paused, but was quick to add, “That doesn’t mean he will be asleep the whole time. After healing a bit more he will most likely wake in a day or so, but will still spend most his time sleeping for the first week. That however is not our main concern..”


    The monk-doctor lifted the sheet and moved it out of the way to reveal the area of Nantale’s wound, now stiffly wrapped in bandages and showed through blood splotches just how bad the wound was; and there was something noticeable just below the wound - a second, much smaller splotch of blood.


    “The surgery would have been much shorter, had it not been for what I discovered half way in.. The bolt hit Nantale’s large intestine, puncturing it, but due to the hit, also ruptured his appendix. Now I don’t expect you to know what that is, but basically it is a little organ just below the large intestine that helps us fight of diseases, and isn’t necessary for survival. I had to remove it, otherwise he would have gotten terribly ill and died at a later time. The stuff inside the appendix is what you smell in the air, mostly pus and blood. That is what I threw into the ocean, and what will aid in making his recovery more difficult..”


    Mortie replaced the sheet when Finn had stopped looking, as it was a foul sight to look at and imagine,


    “Nantale is strong, and I have belief he will make it through, even if it takes time.”

    ooc: Monk-doctor. They pray to the gods for assistance while blindly sawing off someone's leg because they have their eyes closed.

    Patient: OPEN YOUR EYES, YOU'RE PERFORMING AN AMPUTATION GODSDAMMMIT.

    Monk-doctor: Fear not, child- the Gods will guide me.

    Patient: YOU'RE CUTTING OFF THE WRONG F*CKIN' LEG YA NUMPTY.


    *meanwhile I'm mesmerised by gifs of gay pirates kissing*

    LOOK AT THESE TWO.

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    Definitely one of my favourite canon tv pairings of all time. Thomas and James. Captain Flint ;u; I remember watching that scene and dying like that gay reveal was so unexpected and beautiful I aim for Nantale and Finn's first kiss to be this damn magical.

    Because yes, as opposed to it as I may seem, I do definitely plan on having them kiss.

    At some point.

    In the distant future.

    Like, maybe another year or seven.

    it was shit like that that got Mortie thrown from the religious hierarchy

    Actually its supposedto say monk turned doctor, but I didn't have time to go bad and fix it. It still works I guess, since he did use unorthodox methods and got himself booted for it.


    Gods that gif. Cant. stop. staring. Another thing to add to my growing list of things to watch.


    And I mean you're not wrong like cannonically Finn probably won't get any sort of big time romantic feelings for Tale until three years into knowing him, as he will make the gender change then and part of him not falling in love before is the fact Tale is still a girl and he thinks Tale would be uncomfortable with dating in his current body.

    But Yes, their kiss will be magical. When do you think it will happen?

    ooc: Mortie: It was just one time.

    Religious order: It was ten times, and you're doing it again right now.

    I need to learn more about Mortie. Like, what was it specifically that got him thrown out?


    Its from the TV show Black Sails and its kinda like a prequel to Treasure Island.

    The cinematography is utterly stunning and the ships, omg the ships, love at first sight when I saw those boats, not to mention exquisite scenes of men kissing, top notch, I couldn't recommended it more.


    Idk when it'll happen... at some point, inevitably, but I feel like it'll be more real if it's entirely unplanned. If neither of us really know its going to happen until BOOM there we go, it's happened, it'll be a lot more interesting and natural and, ultimately, rewarding. I say we just go with the flow and see where it takes them.

    Maybe we time skip a year or two at some point? Unless we plan on progressing their relationship much faster, though Finn's not the kinda guy who gets into serious relationships overnight, like you said.

    //I've said before he was thrown out because he sought more ways to heal and wanted to learn more about blood magic and the human/bipedal body. He sought out Avinioam, the dark magic guy who's like a scientist/alchemist and also crazy. Mortie took up his studies and the monks found out. He was given the choice to stay and stop or leave and continue with magic. You can guess what he picked. However it wasn't long after that he realized what the magic was doing to him and he stopped using that magic. And that's all stuff I've already explained! He will play an important role when Tale does the gender change, as it will be dark/blood magic he uses. And it's blood magic that makes him so weak after the transformation - he literally spends the body tissue he gets rid of in the spell.


    Yeah, I was just wondering if you felt the same. We could speed it up if you want, but I agree with you with the natural thing. But I like the dynamic of the roleplay so far, like its an actual story with the romance as a sub plot (but like and important one). With that.. BRING IN ThE ANTAGONISTS!! Nyin, Cinna, and Tale's father (Lord Jordan Westley) are three, with Nyin as more a lesser villain

    ooc: Yeah, I remember you saying that, but was there a specific thing which the monks found out about? Like, did he take it one step too far one day and hence the other monks found out, or was it simply by chance? And what made him realise that what he was doing was getting out of hand?


    I could never write something where romance was the first and foremost topic. I just don't feel like it's so enthralling as a proper story where the relationship develops naturally as a result of the greater plot at play, not where the plot revolves around the relationship- because, if you think about it, that's not the way life works. The relationship changes with the story; the story doesn't change because of the relationship. That's like saying people can control their own lives and what's going to happen next, and shape it to suit them so that they get the perfect ending. People might have their lives planned out, but it never plays out that way- there's always unexpected twists and turns in between. So yeah, I don't like roleplays where the other person is absolutely 'alright, so we're gonna have our characters meet on a train and then they're gonna kiss and then they'll go through some shit but they'll be together so it doesn't matter and they'll just kiss some more because kissing'. Like, no, life's more complicated than that. Kissing is not a productive and interesting plot, please stop. They need to have a reason for doing it, not just for the gay, it doesn't work like that, dude, no, people don't just decide that they love each other, they need to develop the bond first.


    I would totally bring in another antagonist or two or three because I love my villains, but I've already got Cinna so I wasn't sure if I should or not ;n; I don't know if it's just because I haven't really had the opportunity to RP him yet, but I don't really feel the same... connection? To Cinna? I mean, I'm still not entirely sure of his personality and quirks. He's still a bit of a blank canvas for me, and I'm not really sure how to play him.


    I was thinking about that idea you suggested about someone taking 'revenge' on the group for hurting Lilianna etc.

    What if the king sends out an assassin or something? I've got my guy Moray that I've been wanting to use for a while, who I originally created as a knight/assassin sent out to take Corliss back to face the Crown's Justice or kill him if he refused (not in this RP, in a separate story).

    Maybe the king has sent Moray out to track down and bring in Nantale and the group, or kill them if it comes to it? I've got another character (a woman, lo and behold) that I've been thinking about for a while; she's a pirate, and used to be the Quartermaster of a pirate ship (The Bloody Widow *Original Corliss is fangirling in the background because the Widow is his baby, he loves her so*) until the navy caught them and brought her and the crew in to custody (the captain was killed upon boarding, to which she is sad and pissed off because she really liked that guy). Maybe her and the crew are destined to hang, but the king now sees a better use for them- the woman and the crew know much more of the ways of pirates and all the hidey holes they might use than the navy does, and would be much better at finding Nantale. So the king offers her a deal: should she and the crew work for him to help bring in these wanted thieves- now known as the Pyres of Alistan- serving under Moray of Allin, then the Crown will grant the crew and herself lifelong pardons. The Quartermaster agrees, because it means that her crew will live to see another day, and so as well as the threat from Cinna and future threat from Nyin, there is also the looming threat of the assassins sent to take them down by the King (or possibly Tale's father? I mean, Westley's obviously gonna hear of this, so maybe it's him that sends out these guys to find Nantale?).