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Hi I'm Sam, I used to post a lot on here, and now I'm back. I thought for my first post back I'd start a medieval/fantasy rp.
There is a land called Peridot, where magic and myth are common. Running rampant in this land are knights, thieves, and adventurers, as well as monsters and mythical creatures.
The crown of the king of Peridot has been stolen, and the king poisoned, by a thief only known as Obsidian, who leads the Obsidian Gang, a gang of highly dangerous mercenaries and thieves. The royal famliy is offering 100,000 gold pieces to whoever can retrieve the crown and the cure to the poison.
Basically you can be anything you want, can have any magical pet you want, and you live in a medieval world where all this stuff is common. I've set up a little plot to get us going, because I know that it's always weirdly hard to start a story like this.
I don't really care how many people join, but I think once somewhere between 5-10 people post, I'll start the story.
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Character Sheet -
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Age:
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My character -
Name: Ruby Imago
Age: 16
Gender: female
Appearance: flaming red hair, bright green eyes, tall
Role: blacksmith's apprentice, thief
Background: Ruby was born and raised in the Peridot city center. Her father is the royal blacksmith. He taught her his trade, and how to use the weapons he created. As she grew up she started to steal and became a very proficient thief. She wants to find the crown for the reward, and cares little about how dangerous the Obsidian Gang is.
Species: human
Weapon: a short sword, and a knife, both made by her father
Magical Proficiency: dabbles in magic - she stole a spellbook from a warlock once, and she mainly just uses the spells in the book
Other: she has a black cat that stops by her house occasionally and is more or less her pet
submitted by Sam B, New York
(June 10, 2018 - 6:38 pm)
(June 10, 2018 - 6:38 pm)
And since I haven't seen these around recently, that is an avatar, NOT my handrawn work! We used to make a lot of these a long time ago, but then someone warned that they were suspicious about whether making them put a bug in their computer, so I we stopped. But then I saw some more on the picture thread and decided everything was good...?
(June 12, 2018 - 2:03 pm)
@Tuxedo Kitten yeah feel free to jump in whenever, I don't mind at all.
@Rosebud best frienemies who deny they care sounds awesome to me.
I'm sort of in favor of just going for it with these sorts of things, so write away guys.
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I sat on the roof of my father's house, and watched as the Queen spoke. So the Obsideon Gang had struck again, and this time with more force than ever before. I watched as the Queen explained her challenge, anyone to retrieve the cure and the crown would be given 100,000 gold pieces. The Queen looked desperate. Her normally shiny gold colored hair was wilted, and her crown looked like it didn't quite fit on her head anymore. Her skin was sunken and she looked tired. I felt a pang in my chest. She needed someone to save her family, and I really needed that gold. I didn't bother to listen to the end of the speech. She didn't need to convince me any more than she already had; I was ready to go.
I jumped down from perch and made my way down the balconies until I reached the street. I turned a corner down cobblestoned walk ways, winding in and out of the city streets. I made my way down to an alleyway I knew by heart. The closer I got the more the anxiety curled in my stomach. I hated coming down this street. I traveled down until I reached the end of the alley where a decrepit old apartment that barely hung together sat. I climbed up the facade until I'd reached the second story window, and then I silently crept inside. Daylight streamed inside. The rooms looked empty, but I knew better.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," I sighed. A knife flew from the shadows and barely missed clipping my ear. Instead it embedded itself in the wall behind my head.
"If that's how you greet a friend, I'd hate to see how you welcome enemies," I smirked. Acerila Acres stepped from the shadows, her arms crossed across her chest.
"What do you want, Ruby?" She asked. It wasn't that we hated each other, but, then again, it wasn't that we didn't. I began to pace back and forth. I enjoyed making a spectacle of myself. Probably about as much as I enjoyed the attention it gave me.
"The Obsidion Gang's taken the King's favorite crown, and poisoned him or something ridiculous like that. Now, I could use 100,000 gold pieces, so I figured I'd sign myself up for the challenge of retrieving the lost items, so to speak. So there I am, with my new little challenge I've set up for myself and I needed somwhere to start. Then of course I thought to myself, who do I know that might know something worth knowing? Then it came to me, C's got all those nasty little Obsidion cousins, maybe she knows something worth knowing," I smirked, and pulled the knife from the wall sharply.
"So, how about it, C? Know something worth knowing?"
Acerila glared at me from the shadows. She finally stepped out into the light, and shoved past me into the kitchen. She pulled a bottle of wine from the cubbards and opened it, and pointedly removed only one glass from the cubbard.
"Maybe I don't, but for 50,000 of those gold pieces, maybe I do?" She said, her intentions clear.
"What, you're going to help me?"
"More like I'm going to let you help me. So how about it, Rubes? Partners?" Her smile was like a shark's. I didn't trust her for one second, then again I never had. I had the scars to prove why trusting her was a bad idea, but what was I to do? I needed information, and Acerila had it, and, if I were being honest, I couldn't find the Obsidion Gang on my own, and even if I could, I couldn't fight them by myself. Plus, if Acerila was good at anything, it was being a thief.
"Yeah, sure," I sighed, "partners. Now, what do you know?"
(June 11, 2018 - 8:36 pm)
C is very different from other characters I write. So I expect she's kind of got a skewed perspective on well...everything. So this will be interesting. Also, C has a weird way of expressing affection. She cares for her brother, and for Ruby as a friend, but maybe doesn't show it.
C~
I open my eyes to see golden sunlight filtering through the cracks and chinks in the wall, and silently curse myself. I've stayed here too long already, without wasting time sleeping in. In fact, I should have never let myself come back to my old haunt. I just needed time to collect my thoughts and get information from old streets and underground networks I know like the back of my hand. Rowan in trouble. Possibly dead. The cryptic message pounds in my head as I roll up my sleeping mat and open the cabinet with the broken door. Of course, I have to go after him. The Acres look out for each other in our own, twisted way. Rowan and I were close once, anyway. But it feels like I've aged decades since then. I'm not the small, dangerously thin, ginger-haired girl with frightened eyes waiting for news that my cousins have been captured or worse, that my mother cannot find work and is starving in a dirty alleyway like the one outside, or that my father will one day come back from the mountain. Now I know I'm on my own. And no one is coming for me.
There's still some cheese in the cupboard. I take a few bites and then pack the rest. Time to move on. To visit another spot the Acres commonly go to lay low for a while. This one was mine and Rowan's. There's still a square of less dusty floor where he used to lay his sleeping mat next to mine. Sometimes he'd stay out late at night and then come back with cheese and dates wrapped up in a stained piece of cloth. We'd lay it out on the floor between us, and relish the meager feast with as much enjoyment as if we were at the king's table itself. I can't say that I really missed him when he left. I can't say that I'm frightened or grieved. But he's one of the few people I still have. It's not exactly as if you can trust family. You can trust them to keep your secrets, or you can trust that they'll stab you in the back first chance they get. You can trust that their honest, you can trust that their thieves. But you can always count on them to be there. Whether for you, for themselves, or for money.
That's why I'm looking for him. For family.
I set my pack on the creaky wooden floor and start to tie it up when I hear a noise. Just the faintest rustle and creak outside that shouldn't be there. Loud yells, fighting, and other clamor I expect, but not a carefully masked, quiet sound that sets off my elven senses. In one, swift movement, I kick my pack under the cabinet and dive into the shadows. I slide my fingers over the grip of my knife, poised to throw it at the first sight of an intruder.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." The voice I recognize. I throw the knife anyway, a few inches from Ruby Imago's head. She shoots back a cocky remark as I cross the room to retrieve the knife.
"What do you want, Ruby?" I growl. Ruby is trouble. Always where you don't want her to be, and sticking her nose into other people's business. She also claims she's the best thief and spy out of the both of us. Ha. Couldn't even sneak up on me.
"The Obsidian Gang's taken the King's favorite crown, and poisoned him or something ridiculous like that," she answers, waving her hand in the air to show just how little she cared about the king's health, "Now, I could use 100,000 gold pieces, so I figured I'd sign myself up for the challenge of retrieving the lost items, so to speak." We all could use 100,000 gold pieces. And if I weren't going after Rowan, I would have already pocketed it. She doesn't have a chance at this type of adventure.
"So, how about it C? Know something worth knowing?" She finishes with a smirk.
"Maybe I don't, but for 50,000 of those gold pieces, maybe I do?" I answer as I casually continue packing. Of course I know. Rusty and Fridt have been boasting about this plan for ages. I delivered them the name of a servant girl close to the royal family and where she works. She mysteriously disappeared a few days later. I could really use some gold. And I could probably swindle Ruby out of a good lot of it. And probably find Rowan in the process.
"You're going to help me?" Ruby questions suspicially.
"More like I'm going to let you help me. So how about it, Rubes? Partners?" Ruby nods.
"Now, tell me what you know," she commands.
"I'll tell you once I've tipped off my cousins that you're after them," I retort, grabbing my patched, grey cloak from the hook on the cabinet and swinging it about my shoulders.
"And you still care about those low-lifes?" I shrug.
"They're family." And so we set off, for better or for worse.
(June 12, 2018 - 10:35 am)
Name: Vinian Aiday (Vinnie, Vin)
Age: 15
Gender: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Appearance: Black hair with a teal highlight, blue eyes, covered in freckles. Almost always has a pair of goggles and a pair of gloves.
Role: Alchemist in training
Background: Born into a family of farmers, Vinian has always been a bit of a black sheep, prefering science and research to the simple life the others were content with. They've caused a few accidents, creating a reputation as a bit of a hazard. They wish to get back the crown to gain the approval of those they know, and to make their family proud.
Species: Half human, half Moon Elf
Weapon: Handmade bombs, a large staff
Magical Proficiency: Isn't much of the magic type, but does dabble in a bit of potion making and magic studies.
Other:
(June 12, 2018 - 9:00 am)
You've yet to decide what gender Vinian is?
(June 12, 2018 - 12:51 pm)
Yeah, so, Vinian is just gonna be nonbinary
(June 12, 2018 - 2:57 pm)
.... You know what? I Don't have time for this
(June 12, 2018 - 6:46 pm)
Sorry Im so late! Heres my sheet
Name: Chancler Mc'limorn
Age: 27
Gender: M
Appearance: Tall, lanky, lithe, very strong, dusty blond short hair, light stubble, dark forest green eyes, thick eyebrows, darker taned face. Ragged looking.
Role: Farmer
Background: He was raised by his Aunt and Uncle, his Father had mysteriously dissapeared, and his mother died from a fever. He had five siblings, three younger, two older. He always had a good relashonship with his Aunt and Uncle, and he was ok with his younger siblings, but his two older brothers were always putting him off. A while later, the eldest brother, Hiltor, got up and left to join a gang. After that, the second eldest, Thrim, became closer with Chancler.
After they grew older, the family went their seperate ways, some living in boarding houses and working, some servants, etc. But Chancler became a farmer to support his elderly Aunt and Uncle. Then Hiltor had suddenly re-appeared (Because he ran away from the gang), and had both re-conected recently, till Hiltor's old gang had returned to punish Hiltor for not being 'loyal' to them. Sure enough it was the Obsidian Gang. After they had apparently gone, Hiltor died mysteriously out in the field he was plowing. Some say it was the Obsidian Gang getting back at him, and Chancler agrees.
Species: Plain and normal Human
Weapon: He owns a sword from his late Uncle, and has a few other knives and such for farming. He also has a gun.
Magical Proficiency: None.
Other: He's heard of the Obsidian Gang stealing the crown, so he figures this is a good way to get back at them. Also he lives on a large farm.
(June 12, 2018 - 3:15 pm)
Name: Korryn
Age: 14 almost 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elfin form; Long white hair, grey-green eyes, fair skin, pointed ears, silver elf-dragon wings. Dragon form; Silver scales, grey eyes.
Role: Hired assasin/spy.
Background: Orphaned when she was a hatchling. In order to survive she had to kill, so she is very good at supressing/hiding (more hiding) her emotions.
Species: Elf-dragon
Weapon: Bow and arrows, elfin broadsword, herself...
Magical Proficiency: TBD
Other: She needs a best friend/rider. Open to shipping with a male of any species that looks like a human. HYPERUNCONTROLABLLYWILDTOP!!
(June 12, 2018 - 9:12 pm)
Wait. Her hair is brown dyed white.
(June 13, 2018 - 5:39 pm)
And she has a silver diadem that morphs into horns when she shapeshifts.
(June 13, 2018 - 5:53 pm)
Little late to the party, but this looked interesting. I haven't joined an RP in a while.
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Name: Cameron Dragonheart
Age: 20
Gender: Nonbinary
Appearance: Dark skinned and short. Hair is straight and almost black, very brittle. They have it shaved so one half of their head has only stubble left, the other with longish hair that reaches to their ear. They have a nervous habit of running their fingers through it. Very muscular. Wears long pants and a white tank top with a jacket over it, plus a necklace strung with teeth (none look particularly human).
Role: Warrior
Background: Grew up in a close-knit and very small tribe of Balkur until they reached adult age, 18. They then set off on a ten-year-long quest that every member of the Balkur completes. People take this time differently; some work on art, or science. Cameron has chosen to work on becoming a warrior for their tribe. Now two years in, they've already developed a name for themselves, and are looking for a real challenge.
Species: The Balkur, a species that would be considered endangered if such a thing would be considered. Rare to find, but incredibly intelligent and practically immortal, they live in small, close-knit, and highly protective tribes where they raise children and perfect their specialty together. Chosen and worked on during their aforementioned quest, they return to their tribe to find a profession waiting for them in that area. All Balkur have very high magical potential, but not all choose to persue it.
Weapon: A longsword, and a knife curved like a crescent.
Magical Proficiency: Has the potential, but doesn't have the time to study for it. Has used magic to heighten their tracking skills.
Other: Attracted to guys, open to shipping
(June 14, 2018 - 4:17 pm)
SAINT OWLLLLLLLL!!!! Hello! You haven't been posting for a while!
(June 14, 2018 - 7:43 pm)
Hey y'all! I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, but don't worry, I'm not abandoning C. I'll be back before you know it!
(June 14, 2018 - 8:44 pm)
Vinian~
News of the stolen crown and reward spread quickly, and soon reached my home. Though the reward would be nice, my father has told me we're okay without it. But, I know things could be better. We wouldn't have to live on the outskirts, we'd be able to have more spare time from working on our tiny farm. And, if I were to find the crown, maybe my family would be proud of me...
(June 15, 2018 - 9:09 pm)