Medieval Bad End AU - story permissions + preview snippets!!
Jul 26, 2014 1:15:24 GMT -5
Gelquie, Tiger, and 4 more like this
Post by Elcie on Jul 26, 2014 1:15:24 GMT -5
THE PREMISE: Courdon has declared war on Kyth and everything quickly goes downhill. The Courdonians subdue and occupy much of Corvus and Kine, and are steadily pressing their way northward. Many of those who stand against them are killed or taken as slaves. But the Kingdom of Kyth will not fall - not without a fight.
So yes, this is my dark AU for the world of Medieval. If you're in the Skype chat you've probably heard me talk about it there. And I need YOUR PERMISSION to subject your characters to it!
I figure it will probably be okay with most people, considering how many people responded to Icon's Plothopper thread, but I'm adding the extra warning here that this is dark fic. Nothing graphic or forum-inappropriate will happen, obviously, but there will be death and slavery and torture and angst out the wazoo. If you're not comfortable with that or if there's anything in particular that you don't want your character subjected to, please tell me. (Or, on the flipside, if you just think it would be really REALLY cool if your character got enslaved and tortured, well... you can say that too, you sick twisted personafter my own heart) I have vague plot ideas for some characters, but not all (and most of the major ones I've come up with I already have permission to work with anyway) so this thing is really flexible.
Not yet sure whether this will take the form of linked vignettes or one long story or what, but ... before I start any of it, I want permission to play rampaging Godzilla through our lovely shared sandbox.
(and hey, if anyone wants to join in with me, let me know? Or, well, don't, if you prefer. I don't care - bad end is for everyone!)
--oh, and I'm gonna go ahead and summon Jayeee because Garrick has already worked his way into my ideas for House Stallion and I need to know if this is acceptable. |D
TEASER SNIPPETS which may or may not be part of AU "canon" or an actual story, I just wanted to write them:
Leif finds Kirin:
Joffery:
So yes, this is my dark AU for the world of Medieval. If you're in the Skype chat you've probably heard me talk about it there. And I need YOUR PERMISSION to subject your characters to it!
I figure it will probably be okay with most people, considering how many people responded to Icon's Plothopper thread, but I'm adding the extra warning here that this is dark fic. Nothing graphic or forum-inappropriate will happen, obviously, but there will be death and slavery and torture and angst out the wazoo. If you're not comfortable with that or if there's anything in particular that you don't want your character subjected to, please tell me. (Or, on the flipside, if you just think it would be really REALLY cool if your character got enslaved and tortured, well... you can say that too, you sick twisted person
Not yet sure whether this will take the form of linked vignettes or one long story or what, but ... before I start any of it, I want permission to play rampaging Godzilla through our lovely shared sandbox.
(and hey, if anyone wants to join in with me, let me know? Or, well, don't, if you prefer. I don't care - bad end is for everyone!)
--oh, and I'm gonna go ahead and summon Jayeee because Garrick has already worked his way into my ideas for House Stallion and I need to know if this is acceptable. |D
TEASER SNIPPETS which may or may not be part of AU "canon" or an actual story, I just wanted to write them:
Leif finds Kirin:
Leif did not recognize the slave until he'd nearly finished untying him. The man's head was bowed, his hair falling forward to shade his face. "You're safe now," Leif said, picking apart the knots that held his wrists bound tightly behind his back. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Then he got a good look at the man's face for the first time, and Leif's heart stopped. "Kirin?" he whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, warily, Kirin raised his head. It was small wonder that Leif had not recognized him right away, even apart from the fact that he'd never expected to see Kirin alive again. Kirin's long hair had been hacked off, leaving it shorter and more ragged than Leif had ever seen it, and he was terribly thin. His back bore both scars and still-healing welts, and there was a large, nasty bruise on the side of his jaw. But worst of all was the hollow, haunted look in his green eyes. Leif remembered Kirin's smile, his bright eyes and the way he used to look at Leif, and was hit with almost physical pain.
He hadn't thought it was possible to hate Courdon more.
Leif reached out to him and Kirin cringed as if he expected to be hit, shutting his eyes tightly. The sight sent another jolt of rage through Leif and he had to take a deep breath. "Kirin," Leif said quietly. "Kirin, it's me."
Slowly he reached out, gently put his hand on Kirin's shoulder. Kirin looked up at him, his eyes still distant and fearful, before recognition broke across his thin face. Leif could have wept with relief. "Leif?" Kirin said, and his voice was hoarse. "It's really you? It's not a dream?"
"Not a dream," Leif said, and tentatively moved closer. Kirin let him, and Leif gently enfolded him in his arms. Holding him like this, it became clearer than ever how starved and frail Kirin was. Leif could feel every one of his ribs.
"I thought you were dead," Leif said, his voice shaking.
Kirin's response sent a chill sweeping through his body. "I wanted to be," Kirin whispered.
(Tiger, Killix)
Then he got a good look at the man's face for the first time, and Leif's heart stopped. "Kirin?" he whispered hoarsely.
Slowly, warily, Kirin raised his head. It was small wonder that Leif had not recognized him right away, even apart from the fact that he'd never expected to see Kirin alive again. Kirin's long hair had been hacked off, leaving it shorter and more ragged than Leif had ever seen it, and he was terribly thin. His back bore both scars and still-healing welts, and there was a large, nasty bruise on the side of his jaw. But worst of all was the hollow, haunted look in his green eyes. Leif remembered Kirin's smile, his bright eyes and the way he used to look at Leif, and was hit with almost physical pain.
He hadn't thought it was possible to hate Courdon more.
Leif reached out to him and Kirin cringed as if he expected to be hit, shutting his eyes tightly. The sight sent another jolt of rage through Leif and he had to take a deep breath. "Kirin," Leif said quietly. "Kirin, it's me."
Slowly he reached out, gently put his hand on Kirin's shoulder. Kirin looked up at him, his eyes still distant and fearful, before recognition broke across his thin face. Leif could have wept with relief. "Leif?" Kirin said, and his voice was hoarse. "It's really you? It's not a dream?"
"Not a dream," Leif said, and tentatively moved closer. Kirin let him, and Leif gently enfolded him in his arms. Holding him like this, it became clearer than ever how starved and frail Kirin was. Leif could feel every one of his ribs.
"I thought you were dead," Leif said, his voice shaking.
Kirin's response sent a chill sweeping through his body. "I wanted to be," Kirin whispered.
(Tiger, Killix)
Joffery:
Joffery knelt beside his father’s body, taking Everett’s lifeless hand in both of his and bowing his head. Before anyone else could speak, he’d started singing a hymn in a low, shaky voice.
“Let your wings enfold us
Through the dark of night
Will your feathers hold us
Till we see the… the light…”
He broke off, his voice shaking too badly to continue. Joffery curled forward and clutched at his father’s hand. The young man’s thin, ragged sobs were the only sound echoing in the stillness of the chapel, as the rest of those present stood apart at a respectful distance. After a moment’s hesitation, Ambrose slowly walked up, knelt beside him, and put an arm around his shoulders without saying a word. Joffery leaned in against the Stallion and keened.
((The song he is singing is a Woo-ified version of this. This one might not be "canon" but I wanted to write it anyway?))
(PFA, Dan, Celestial)
“Let your wings enfold us
Through the dark of night
Will your feathers hold us
Till we see the… the light…”
He broke off, his voice shaking too badly to continue. Joffery curled forward and clutched at his father’s hand. The young man’s thin, ragged sobs were the only sound echoing in the stillness of the chapel, as the rest of those present stood apart at a respectful distance. After a moment’s hesitation, Ambrose slowly walked up, knelt beside him, and put an arm around his shoulders without saying a word. Joffery leaned in against the Stallion and keened.
((The song he is singing is a Woo-ified version of this. This one might not be "canon" but I wanted to write it anyway?))
(PFA, Dan, Celestial)