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Post by zhunter on Dec 28, 2006 18:09:25 GMT -5
This is the country of Dunburrow. The Castle _____ is located in the west of this country and there are small villages around the enormous castle of the Legendary Knights. They protect the land and patrol the entire country protecting the innocent and rooting out the dark and twisted. All is peaceful in this land so far...
I realize all of us are Knights (so far), but you don't have to be a Knight in this story. You can range your character from a peasant to an assassin to your own Knight. So far the role-play is just like our Guild. Leaderless. So the country is seeking out a worthy man or woman to become King/Queen. When we get a King and he will be the King of this role-play. Good? Okay then...Happy role-playing!
P.S.
I will post as soon as possible. And you can use your real names if you want. It's a role-play so almost anything is alright.
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Post by zarikrahia on Dec 28, 2006 22:24:29 GMT -5
We should start this RP soon, we don't want this board to be forgotten!
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Dec 29, 2006 2:06:29 GMT -5
Kit paced the empty halls of the castle’s left wing, the tapping of metal on stone echoing throughout the entire corridor. Here he was very much alone, away from the everyday commotion of the main hall. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the other knights, he just preferred to be in solitude once in a while. A gust of wind entered from one of the wing’s many windows, rustling his raven black hair which ran down to the base of his neck. He had foregone the traditional full-plate armour of a knight in favour of a lighter chain shirt, leather bracers, and a pair of sturdy greaves. Over his chain shirt he wore a short-sleeved grey tunic, the insignia of a NTWF knight emblazoned in a fiery white on the front. A ripple ran across his dark grey trousers and past his silver cloak as another gust of wind entered the hall.
It was certainly one windy day.
Kit always had a certain affinity for divination since he was young. Clairvoyant skills ran strong in his blood, his father was the head oracle and his mother used to be part of a gypsy fortune-telling family, until his father took her away of course. He wouldn’t call his talent a gift, it was as much a curse as it was a blessing. More than once he had to deal with cries of demonic accusations, more than once he had to live with the foreknowledge of an impending disaster while being powerless to stop it.
All that changed when he was finally accepted into the ranks of the knights however. There were certain hurdles that he had to face at first, the traditional heavy armour for one restricted his movement, proving problematic when trying to perform reading or while casting a spell. Still, he had always preferred one of his own incantations to solid plates of metal. Magical armour was always that much stronger than conventional armour to him. The same went for weaponry, he didn’t carry a sword or a bow but two packs of tarot cards and a pretty little gemstone.
No, he didn’t really know what the gemstone was for himself. But he carried it around just because he felt like he should, and his feelings were usually right.
He turned and walked back in the direction to the main hall, wondering how long peace will last. Not long if he had done a certain reading correctly.
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Post by Kat on Dec 29, 2006 3:03:16 GMT -5
There was a set of oak and gilded steel double doors at the very end of the right wing, positioned just next to the ornate, curlicued gate that opened out into the garden and the pavilion. For the knight who claimed the room behind the doors as her own, this was very convenient, as she often went out into the garden, either to collect plants for her next magical potion or to simply think.
Yes, this knight was a girl. A girl of seventeen summers, no less, and her name was emblazoned on the right door on a shining silver plate with the badge that marked her as a bonafide knight and a mage - Lady K.T. Lunara. Kalianne Triss was more well-known by the nickname Kat, one bestowed upon her by her fellow knights when Kalianne Triss became quite a mouthful.
Today, instead of staying inside her workroom and library, which was also her dormitory and her private thinking space, Kat was outside in the garden, her long purple robe sweeping the grass as she took a leisurely stroll, and her matching boots flattening the green blades as she went. The cool breeze played with her jet-black hair, which fell past her shoulders and down her back, and she watched the world go by through curious brown eyes. Her blue cape, emblazoned with golden stars and moons, fluttered as well, and her gold star earrings swayed ever so gently.
Kat was more of mage material than knight - magical blood ran in her veins and through her ancestors'. Her goal was to one day become the most powerful sorceress in the land, to master all elements, and earn the title of Gold Archmage, the highest position there was for a mage.
But becoming a knight had called to her one fateful day. She had to learn how to become a knight, in case her magic failed her. She could not use her magic as a crutch, leaning on it till it cracked underneath her, so she had to extend her skills beyond the wand and staff. Alternating her training with her mage studies, it took quite a while to pass everything and finally earn the rank of a fully-fledged knight. Of course, her swordsmanship still had to be polished till it shone like the amethyst-washed armor she wore every now and then.
Kat sighed. Now she had three weapons on her person whenever she entered battle - a staff, a wand (but most of the time she left the wand for less important endeavors), and a longsword. But usually she could perform magic without a channeling item; the only shortcoming was that it wasn't as powerful.
Often, she wondered if her parents would be proud of her now. They were long dead - she was raised by an archmage who first introduced her to magic. It was in her parents' will that she become a mage. An archmage, to be exact.
They sure knew how to lay on the pressure.
Kat took a deep breath again before heading inside again. Would her parents also be proud of her passing the knighthood test? They didn't think too highly of knights, if she remembered correctly from the old archmage.
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Post by Frozen on Dec 29, 2006 10:13:27 GMT -5
[glow=teal,2,300] Frozen was busy practicing sword strokes on the castle grounds, his blade cutting the wind like a hot knife through butter. He was a good swordsman but he still practiced every morning to keep himself in top form.
After a while, the knight stopped to take a break and took the opportunity to admire the scenery. His sky-blue waist length hair billowed in a passing breeze. The heat from staying out in the sun was getting to the knight so he took off his heavy cerulean cuirass. He massaged the sores on his shoulders and wore his scarlet sleeveless jacket over his grey long-sleeved T-shirt.
The young knight sheathed his blade, and smiled. This particular sword was once used by his mother. An excellent knight, she was. His father was also a great knight himself. Frozen always looked up to them; he decided to become a knight because of them.
Fifteen years ago, Frozen was born Leonard Aldwulf. He had blue hair just like his mother and eyes just like his father. At the age of 7, he became a page at House Genoa and was assigned to Sir Raymond as a squire at age 13. Leonard worked hard to become worthy of knighthood under Sir Raymond’s guidance.
On the 14th day of the 10th Moon last winter, Leonard followed Sir Raymond into battle and saved his life by taking an ice spell by an enemy mage. This act of courage got the boy knighted, although his body was permanently affected by the ice, thus giving him the name ‘Frozen’.
After his knighthood ceremony, he was given a pardon and he eventually found his way to this very castle and has served here ever since.
The sound of a beak pecking his cuirass brought him back to reality. Frozen shooed the bird away and started making his way back to the castle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2006 12:58:56 GMT -5
*Role-play looks demanding, and has no time to read up on past posts...* Lord Wolf awoke, blinking his eyes at the bright light falling in through his window. He cursed under his breath-- his servant had failed to awaken him at sunrise and half the day was now wasted for his deeds. Grabbing his clothing and then fastening on his armor, he rushed out the door.
His ventures would lead him far across the land. He hoped it would only be soon till he returned. *Has now read up on past posts, and rightly reformatted this RP instant to look cooler* |
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Post by Shadaras on Dec 29, 2006 14:31:19 GMT -5
Sitting on top of the gate to the knights castle, Shade twirled a dagger, tossing it in to the air and catching it. Her shadowy wings were folded behind her, and she was wearing dark leather armor.
Looking around, Shade saw a young, blue-haired knight returning to the castle. Grinning, she stood up and yelled "Who goes there?" at him. Wonder how much that'll startle him, she thought, spreading her wings.
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Post by zarikrahia on Dec 29, 2006 14:34:06 GMT -5
A cloaked figure strode through the castle, and stopped. Lady Zari, an enchantress/knight from a strange country. She removed the cloak and rolled her shoulders 'So much for open minded.' she muttered. 'When they found out I was the Crimson Knight they wanted to know things "Can I see you sword, Sir?"' she mimicked 'They were so suprised!' she packed her cloak away and continiued walking to her room, shaking her long red sleeves and muttering.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2006 15:47:02 GMT -5
Wolf closed his book and leaned back in his seat, sighing in accomplishment. He had finally finished his reading for the day. He had volunteered to read a few of the country's writers stories as they wrote them and to assist with their skills. He himself was, after all, a storyteller like they were.
But he was much more than that.
He rubbed the back of his hunter-green glove that he wore on his right hand. It had no fingers to it, but what was left of it was enough to cover his scars, his scar. Claws from his past in the wild had been ripped through his flesh five times, and the wounds were then treated with fire. The attack and the healer had brandished him with a blackened pentagram on the back of his skin. It had since come to mean much to the knight, a sign of his faith in the world and a sign of his inner strength, yet he kept it hidden.
He was afraid what those around him might think of him differently if his truth were know. So kept it silent, unseen.
The scar would shine with green light when he channeled his magic. He hadn't seen that light in so long. Busied with the duties of knighthood, the training and his own promises to himself and the world, he had lost the time to practice in privacy. He at times thought he had lost himself. Yet at his core, he knew who he was. And that was all that mattered to the Green Knight.
If he could serve his kingdom justly, and keep himself whole, he would be content.
He slid his hand up his arm, to where his weapon rested. The blade was concealed, retracted into its housing, a mythril bracer of sorts emblazoned with a plate of emerald, the stone of the forest from which he came. Leather straps held his weapon onto his only-barely muscular forearm. He was a being of balance and grace of swiftness, not of brute strength.
The Knight stood up finally and reached for the armor that he had removed before sitting down to read. He fitted the mythril cuirass over his chest and snapped the greaves back into the metal of his boots, lacing the leather straps around his legs. His armor was light and malleable, as he needed it to. Most of the time, he armored himself more lightly, with mail, yet his chains had been sent for cleansing and he did not have them today. This silver-toned armor was not his fancy. Only the shoulder piece on his right, plated with another slab of shimmering emerald, was of his usual armaments.
Nevertheless, he had spent too much time reminiscing already.
He turned from the table in the library and began leaving. He had other duties to tend to today. |
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Post by zhunter on Dec 29, 2006 16:48:32 GMT -5
Shino pushed the double doors leading out-wards and walked briskly toward the West Wing of the castle. He had just left the room bustling with activity because of the coronation of the King of all Dunburrow. Of course no one knew who the King would be except for a few high lords. But the whole mystery was viewed by the other kingdoms as "simply not done". Shino just knew that the right person was judged to be King. Shino was not one of them, but he was adamant to make everything magnificent for an equally magnificent King.
He bowed slightly, out of courtesy, to a group of orantely-dressed ladies talking and trying to keep themselves looking decent as the wind toar through the open windows of the castle. Most were shut, but a few still hung open. One lady he passed smiled a certain way at him and he bowed gallantly to her as he did to the others. The lady, who was dressed in red, looked a bit dissapointed at Shino's action. He never understood why women acted that way around him. He did admire her dress though and wasn't sure how much women noticed his attire. It was a simple white, short-sleeved shirt, with a chain-mail shirt over that, then a grey, leather vest over that with white trousers and black boots. His Blue Dragon Spear was in his room at the moment so the only weapons on him was a hidden knife in his boot and a traditional silver sword with a gleaming, white sheath.
Originally some Knights had made the suggestion that he should be made King, but he refused, saying "There is another more worthy than myself." Besides, who would make him King? He was a tall, silver-haired, hazel-eyed, 21 year old. He wasn't a scholar, a mage, or a defense lord. The point was...he wasn't bred to be a King. He had become a Knight by a debt owed to his family by the former King. I can't even believe they dubbed me a Twin Dragon, Shino thought about this for a moment and then shook himself, I mustn't dawdle. I must get everything ready for our King.
He had talked with many people already about the arrangements for the ceremony, but he needed to talk with his magical advisers. And although the two magical advisers, also Knights of the Order, looked almost identical with black hair and grey-ish clothes they never agreed on incantations, destiny of the stars, or choice of bearing.
I just want everything to go smoothly, Shino thought, Is that too much to ask? He knocked on the door leading to Kalianne's room and waited for a response. "Lady Kalianne? Are you in there?" He often knew her to be in the gardens usually, but he hoped she was in her room at present.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2006 19:42:19 GMT -5
Fenrix Silverstreak sighed as she glanced over her book for the fifth time. "You'd think this spell would be easier." Disdainfully she closed the spell book and stood, the amber knight was restless, she raised a delicate brow towards the sleeping form of Cross Fire, her minor dragon. "Come." The gold dragon was the size of a cat, but was lightweight, so he rode on the shoulder.
Brushing back her waist length hair, she strode towards the shelf where she had taken the book, her black boots making an dull thud on the castle floors. Dressed in an silk amber shirt and dark brown breeches. She cast a glance towards Lord Wolf, the green knight. Smiling she cast a glance towards him, her emerald eyes shone bright. "Lord Wolf wait!"
She started towards him, stopped, and grabbed her spell book, knife and brown cloak. "May I ask you something?" She raced towards him, so as to stop him before he was out of sight. He was so quiet and stayed out of sight. "I was wondering if I might ask you to practice sparring this afternoon? I am not so good at swords. Long bows are easier."
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Post by Kat on Dec 29, 2006 20:05:13 GMT -5
"Sir Shino?" She found him knocking on her door - or, more appropriately, doors. "Were you looking for me?"
Kat smoothed out the skirt of her robe and pointed at a small spot of dirt on the hem. It disappeared in a tiny flash of purple light. And before she forgot, she curtsied before him in respect and salutation.
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Post by zhunter on Dec 29, 2006 20:23:38 GMT -5
When Lady Kat opened the door(s) he was struck by how beautiful she looked. Either she has cast a beauty spell on herself or I've been spending too much time in my books, Shino thought as she curtsied before him. He bowed graciously back and tried to keep the rush of the day out of his speech now. "My, Lady Kalianne. How lovely you look since I last saw you." Shino bowed once more before her and took her hand and kissed it.
"I must speak with you, m'lady. May I come in?" He looked cautiously down the halls and made sure no one was listening in.
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Post by Kat on Dec 29, 2006 20:57:12 GMT -5
"You flatter me," said Kat, smiling and hiding a giggle as Sir Shino brushed her hand with his lips. "And of course, come in. Perhaps you would like to tell me what is on your mind?"
She led him into her room, which was actually a room with two more doors that led to a privy and her bedroom. The main space was a huge workroom, with one side totally dedicated to a large bookshelf stuffed with all sorts of tomes and scrolls dedicated to magic and other assorted subjects. There was a small desk beside it, devoid of any scraps of paper, broken quills or ink splotches, and opposite it was a long table underneath several ledges and shelves full of random magical paraphernalia.
Her sword, staff and wand were mounted on the wall, ready for use in case she needed them, and shimmering violet magic surrounded them - an anti-theft spell that kept anyone from touching her weapons unless they knew Kat's magic buzzword. The center was an empty space for testing out spells, and just beside the doors were two long cushioned benches for visitors, or for slacking off. Everything else was stowed in locked cabinets, and pictures of plants, animals, and even people were tacked up on the walls.
It was like an organized mess.
"Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to one of the benches. "Would you like a drink? I promise I won't add any extra magic," Kat added with a grin.
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Post by Frozen on Dec 29, 2006 21:15:54 GMT -5
[glow=teal,2,300]Frozen was surprised to hear someone at the gates shouting something at him. There was hardly anyone in the grounds seeing how His Majesty's coronation was to start at noon. Frozen hastened his pace just in case it was an intruder, but as soon as he recognised the leathery wings, he relaxed. It was just Lady Shade.
"Hail Shade. On guard duty?" Frozen inquired. "It's almost time for His Majesty's coronation. We should get in soon."
Frozen observed the skies. The sun was almost at its zenith, so the blue haired knight slipped on his cuirass again. The knights were to be in full uniform, he was told. [/glow]
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