We Were Gods (Semi-Advanced to Advanced RP Thread) Until Humans Took That Away From Us

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    //I dunnoooo, maybe your charry knocks something over, alerting someone to the library? Mine's outside, I can't have her interact with yours rn unfortunately ^^ If Lille's rper doesn't reply soon, I could have her do something else

    As Karmina hears that they’ve all been invited to dinner with the Queen, she scrambles to her feet, and rushes to prepare herself, since she generally doesn’t put much effort into her appearance in this form, her hair slightly tangled. She stays clean of course, but she far prefers her true form to this one.

    (Sorry I've been having huge motivation issues to keep rping, ill try to keep going. Not just for you guys but for myself too: I really love roleplaying but Idk.


    Ryu had been sleeping but now he stumbled out of bed. He shook his head and put his clothes on. Nothing fancy, just a white shirt and some brown pants. The shirt had a few decorations though but it wasnt near as fancy as another piece of clothing he had. He only used that shirt for special occasions. The boy went down to the dinner room where his mother was. He took his seat and waited for her to say anything.

    The herbalist girl listened to the commotion of everyone and tilted her head. Was everyone supposed to attend this dinner? She really didn’t want to go to anything at this point. She had been alone and solitary since her parents died, and supposedly her with them. Honestly, Nausicaa preferred it that way. Many didn’t assume she was true so called daughter of the couple that used to live where her barn was. Nausicaa bit her lip uneasily; Black, red, and blue hair flashing slightly as she shifted.




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    Human Form

    Nimewe Jess Fen (Nim-eh-way)|| The Voiceless One|| 2,500 years (25)|| Female|| Heterosexual|| European Dragonborn|| Plant Elemental|| Rank: Farmer (former healer)|| Parents: Deceased|| Siblings: none/open|| Spouses/Dating: none|| Hatchlings: none|| Mentor/Squire: none



    'It's fine. I'm fine, don't worry about me.'


    After showing Lille the spot, Nimewe realized how much time had passed. She'd only meant to be out for a little while, then return to help the other farmers cook. Well, this is why you're not a healer anymore. You can't be relied upon. Nimewe dipped her head in apologies to Lille, and took to the skies, heading for the castle. When she reached the door she shifted into her human form, and ran to the kitchen. She opened the door hesitantly, not sure if she was late or supposed to be in the dining hall, or what she needed to do.


    OOC:

    Crossing my fingers that this thread won’t die. Also that people notice Lilias’s cake disaster.


    IC:

    Queen Margravine held onto her dress as she headed down the stairs. As she got down to the first floor, she dusted herself off and calmly went to the dining hall. The dining hall was a large room, with no windows, only lit up by several torches on the walls, perfectly mirroring each other. The main centerpiece was a large table in the middle of it all. There were seas of chairs at the table, as it fed everyone in the castle, regardless of rank. There were banners of the Dragonborn flag draped above the room, perfectly tailored. There was a large wooden door in front that led to the hallway, and smaller door on the side that led to the kitchen, that way farmers could move in and out, bringing food and plates to and from. Queen Margravine walked over to the head of the table and sat down next to her son. Without turning around, she said, “Good morning. You sure slept in late I see.”


    Lilas scrambles towards the dining room and burst open the door. “Morning your majesties!” She said, smiling and waving, although some beads of sweat were dripping down her fur. She took a seat at the table and stayed quiet, hoping they didn’t find out about her cake eating crime.

    Karmina comes in, and scampers to her seat, looking around to see that she’s the fourth person to get here. Alright, so she’s not late, at least. That’s always good. She brushes her hair back behind an ear nervously, not making eye contact with anyone If she can help it. No matter how many times she does this, it’s still terrifying for someone as socially anxious as the young prophet.

    OOC: By the way guys, make sure to write longer and/or more sentences. I would like each paragraph to be a the length of a detailed paragraph. Like the tag says, this is an advanced thread.

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    Human Form

    Nimewe Jess Fen (Nim-eh-way)|| The Voiceless One|| 2,500 years (25)|| Female|| Heterosexual|| European Dragonborn|| Plant Elemental|| Rank: Farmer (former healer)|| Parents: Deceased|| Siblings: none/open|| Spouses/Dating: none|| Hatchlings: none|| Mentor/Squire: none



    'It's fine. I'm fine, don't worry about me.'


    Nimewe scanned the kitchen, widening her eyes at the remains of the cake. Great...That was one thing the dragons in the hall wouldn't be eating. Most of the cooking was done, and the other farmers handed Nimewe plates to bring out to everyone. She entered the dining hall carefully, and set down a plate of food in front of each dragon. Nimewe bowed before her king and queen, hoping they liked what had been cooked.


    OOC really sorry for the short post, I believe my next one will be better





    Nausicaa entered the palace cautiously and made her way towards the dining room cautiously. Her cloak was donned and hid her face and hair well as she kept her eyes down and made her way towards a corner and leaned against the wall, making sure she blended in with the dark shadows before taking her hood off and letting her eyes roam cautiously around the hall.

    Alexandria entered the dining room, clad in her regular plate mail holding a two hand sword by the pommel with the blade resting against her shoulder. It was a relax pose but was plenty ready for her to grab the hilt and jump into battle. She scanned the room with her glowing blue eyes hide behind her ever present mask. The cold metal out lined her brilliant eyes like sapphires in a crown. Her skin was impossibly pale, the pale of the dead, one of a few things her mask couldn't hide or heal. The burning wight walked to the table to ensure her Queen was safeguarded at all times. Her tall height let her scan the whole table and the small group, a small smile parted her lips. All seems as normal and no threats seem to be present. "Good morning your Majesty." The undead dragonborn greeted her Queen.