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Magical
Instrument RP!
In
the land where is RP is set, magic and music are outlawed by the
king, who fears that someone will become powerful enough to overthrow
him.
He
tries to destroy all of the instruments, but some still survive.
These are found by our charries, who find out that they have a
certain power by playing the instrument. Thus, the king will try to
track then down, they having both music and magic.
Their powers aren't necessarily a good sort of power. They can be bad powers.
Rules:
1.
Don't be overpowered. You can have one power.
2.
You can have up to two charries.
3.
You can be royalty. (E.g. prince, princess, duke, duchess, baron,
baroness ect)
4.
Please commit to this RP by posting AT LEAST every three days.
Seriously, don't just join then never post.
5.
Two charries can have the same instrument.
6.
Their certain power happens when ever they play the instrument,
whether they want it to or not.
Form:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Instrument:
Power:
Type
of music that s/he plays: (Ex. Sweet and soft, sharp and quick.)
Back
story:
Plot
ldeas:
Other:
My
charries:
Name: Morcroft
HIll
Age:
14
Appearance:
Wild dark hair, pale grey eyes.
Personality:
Harsh, a loner. Kind of selfish. Not at all friendly.
Instrument:
Violin.
Power:
Can create a small storm but can't control or end it.
Type
of music that s/he plays: Fierce, wild, fast.
Back
story: Lives alone in forest. He can't remember his past.
Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.
Other:
Has a sword of black
metal.
Name:
Zayla
Age:
13
Appearance:
Curly blond hair, sparking blue
eyes.
Personality:
Stubborn. Kind of subdued. Shy and skittish.
Instrument:
Flute
Power: Makes a very very small earthquake.
Type
of music that s/he plays: Playful, quick, mysterious.
Back
story: Works at a castle as a scullery maid.
Plot
ldeas: Well, l just created the main plot. I'll wait for your ideas.
Other: Her parents live in the town by the castle but she hardly ever gets to see them.
submitted by Shadow Dragon, age Timeless, Lurking in Shadows
(July 31, 2015 - 7:54 pm)
(July 31, 2015 - 7:54 pm)
Her charrie isn't with the prince and the others. She couldn't have really tied that in with her post.
(August 7, 2015 - 10:12 pm)
(August 14, 2015 - 7:26 pm)
Morcroft~
l sneak into the palace, following a girl who appears to be a maid. She is carrying a case for some instrument. Whatever's inside seems to be pulling me, for some reason, and l can't help but follow.
l watch as she talks to a guard, then goes inside a room. l stand by the door after the guard leaves and listen to the others in the room.
"Yup. I know about powers and everything. That is why I took this from you," l hear a male voice say. lt arouses my curiosity. Powers? What could that be? And the pulling feeling is getting even stronger.
Without thinking about what l'm going to do, l get a grip on my sword and slip into the room. l don't go unoticed. "Hey!" cries the Prince. l know it's him.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"l-um." Think fast. Why are you here? "Summons from the king!"
"Oh, really?" Says the Prince. "He's lying." Says the girl with the instrument.
Now or never
l draw my sword, black metal gleaming and lunge torwards the Prince. . . .
Zayla~
l watch as the people dance, feeling rather jealous. The air is filled with whispears and the rustle of silk. Wish l could dance. But l can't. Have to wash the dishes.
If l was royalty..... l imagine the food, the dresses, and sigh. Life is hard. And then a girl starts to play a lute. Music! l've have barely heard music.
Why did the king ban it? It's beauitful, wonderful. Then it stops, and the king yells something, but all l can think aout is the music.
So wonderful....... If only l could play something like that......
(August 7, 2015 - 9:37 pm)
Philip~
"Whoa!" I step back, giving me enough time to bat the sword out of his hands. "Please!" Then I put my foot on the dark blade. "Seriously? I am not going to rat you out. I'm not supposed to be down here either!"
"Uh--"
We stand for a few minutes before I finally speak up. "Do we all play instruments with powers?"
(August 8, 2015 - 12:57 am)
Amethyst-
"I think we do," I laugh, plucking my lute and letting ice form along its handle.
Morcroft swears and steps back. "I-I"
"Save it, boy," I say, holding up a hand, "no one's telling, no one's hurt, and no one's sorry. Okay?"
He shuts his mouth. "Okay."
I wink my purple eye at the pretty beggar and she laughs.
I hear a banging coming down the hall. The king. I'm doomed.
(August 8, 2015 - 1:09 pm)
Ena~
"Who-who's that?" I ask, shuddering.
"I don't know," the prince replies. "My father, maybe?"
"Great," the girl with the multi-colored eyes sighs.
Sweat trickles down into my face. I've been convicted once, and the king won't be so merciful to me again. I grab the case of my fiddle for support.
"No-wait- I've got it!" I say in a whisper. "Everyone close their ears!"
They shoot me strange glances, but oblige. I take my fiddle out of its case and begin to play.
Faster and faster the music goes, a classic Irish step that I like very much. My bow slides along the strings, my fingers flying. And then the person appears.
((We can change this part if you want. I just think it works.))
She's obviously a kitchen maid. She seems to love the music and hate it at the same time. It's as if she's never heard it before- then I remember, she hasn't.
At the end of the song, I lower my bow. She collapses, panting, onto the ground, and the others unplug their ears.
(August 8, 2015 - 3:56 pm)
Philip~
"Wow..." I stare at the exhausted maid. "That's something. But now she knows...Okay...I have an idea. One moment." I step back and grab my mother's golden harp, returning in a heartbeat. I bend down in front of the maid. "Do you swear never to tell?" She meets my gaze, her once kind eyes burn and bear into me. "Then I will give you a sample of what will happen if you do."
I turn to the others, but their ears are already plugged and I nod approvingly, then pluck the harp and begin.
I play a mournful song of loss, sorrow, and grief. The maid throws her already exhausted self around, sobbing and screaming, "No! WHY! Whhaaaaiiiiii...." I stop in the middle and turn it to a slightly happy tune, motioning for the others to unplug their ears. Soon everyone is beaming, then I stop.
"Do you want to experience that pain ever again?" I ask the maid. She shakes her head timidly. "Then go, and be silent."
Then I turn to the others; the beautiful beggar and the merry maid are smiling, but no one else, though you can tell they were just beaming.
"Well...now what?" Morcroft asks.
(August 8, 2015 - 4:20 pm)
Zayla~
l slink out of the room, but l hang around the doorway. Who are these people? And that boy, with the instrment. It was weird.
l hear the other boy ask the girl something. There is a bit of a silance, then the boy with the harp asks, "How did you know that? Not many people do. Who are you, anywyas?"
"l-l don't know. l don't remeber anything about myself."
More silance.
"So you lost your memory."
"Yes. But l don't play music like the rest of you. l've never even seen one."
There is a fair bit of whispearing then, "May l?" l wait for a moment, then jump as eeire, fast, music feels the air. Thunder rumbles and rain starts to patter on the roof.
Heavy footsteps pound down the hall. Guards.
(August 9, 2015 - 2:26 pm)
Ena~
"I can make them dance again!" I say quickly. They look at me, nod, and close their ears.
After a few of my personal favorites, the guards lay knocked out on the ground.
"When they wake up, they're going to remember," says Multicolor-Eyes.
"What can we do?"
(August 10, 2015 - 12:17 pm)
Philip~
"One word: run. Lets get out of here. Im sure we can find shelter in the village."
~~~~
Okay...this is where whatever Boosky(?) character's name is. And howabout fawn and that character's name are friends.
(August 11, 2015 - 12:23 pm)
um, Katydid, important question>...
you started out calling him Peter but now he's Philip.....?
by which name do i call him?
(August 11, 2015 - 9:28 pm)
*facepalm*
I could have sworn I named him Philip. I'll go with Philip, if this isn't too confusing.
(August 13, 2015 - 7:45 pm)
Fawn~
I walk through the my small village, which looms under the mighty castle upon a mountain. I sigh and start singing a little. I am what you would call a beautiful singer, but I don't receive any powers from singing.
I readjust the satchel on my shoulder, nervously glancing around. The satchel holds my most precious possession.
My flute.
An exspensive flute.
Even people who had no idea of anything about a flute would be able to tell it was expensive. Mostly due to the beautful engravings on the pure, silver body. Also the gem embedded on the closed end of the flute. The keys are even pure gold, and I have my suspicions that the blue-white gem is a diamond. A large diamond.
I could buy my father and me a mansion with this flute.
If it wasn't outlawed.
(August 8, 2015 - 2:47 pm)
I'm back! I did post a couple charries, I don't know what happened to them though! Is it to late for me to join? Or can I jump in real quick with the other characters?
(August 10, 2015 - 10:56 am)
You can still join.
(August 10, 2015 - 12:08 pm)