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New Role Play

New Role Play Story!

Anyone who wants to join can!  Let's try to keep the archnemeses (plural of nemesis is nemeses, Admin) down to a max of five, persay; same with the heroes.  Let's get cracking, shall we?

The young woman sprang through the undergrowth of the forest.  Her clothing helped her blend in with the forest, but she did not need the camoflage.  Her hunting knife lay across her right hip, and her quiver and bow across her back, both within easy reach.  Her brown locks flew out behind her, her brown eyes wide with fear.  The men behind her must not discover Rihana!  She attempted to increase her speed in vain; the day's events had exausted her. Somewhere behind her, she heard a shout. The men were almost upon her!  She spun around and halted to draw her hunting knife from it's sheath.  A knife shot out from nowhere, hitting it's target in the side.  The maiden collapsed, unconscious , just as the men  appeared out of the forest now in front of her.  As the men carried her out of the forest, her hair fell back, revealing a single, perfectly pointed ear.

submitted by Megan, age 14, Copper Isles (I
(August 16, 2009 - 1:18 pm)

back to the Inkwell

((Bwahaha. I'll be a "nemesis"; only four more to go! :D))

"I'm an assassin too," said Helena sourly as they trudged through the forest. Bo, Nero, Quern, and Salbado were carrying the victim, and the rest of the company followed on horseback. "Just like the rest of you."

Valour Felonious smirked bemusedly. "Yes, yes, dear Lena. We're all well aware. Be a dear and shut up now, will you."

"It's Lieutentant d'Mario," said Helena, irritated. "Not Lena. And I like ray guns." She pouted. "You could've let me use my ray gun."

Valour only chuckled, like a parent might at a recalcitrant child. Helena stuck out her tongue.

submitted by Mary W., age 11.67, NJ
(August 16, 2009 - 5:19 pm)

Front!

submitted by Mary W.
(August 17, 2009 - 5:35 pm)

((Love that, Mary Liz! I especially like all of your names. The ray gun was a nice touch that I hadn't thought of.))

 

The elf slowly awoke in a dank cell. It was dark, but with her green eyes (a dead givaway that she was Fey) she could make out a chair on the far side of her cell, and a bucket ((I'm not sure; I might have said that she had brown eyes before. If so, please disregard it.)). She was lying on a cot thoughtfully set out for her, but the wool blanket was too scratchy for her to be comfortable. No elf used a blanket of their own will, prefering to sleep open to nature's soft embrace. Suddenly, she stiffened. There was someone in the cell with her.

submitted by Megan, age 14, Copper Isles (I
(August 18, 2009 - 1:59 pm)

((Thanks, Megan! Yours was great too. :D Regarding the ray gun... it looks like this is going to be our second roleplay together where everyone else leaves or never comes in the first place (remember Dmboogie's?)... so be warned that I have the strangest plot twists. Reading your posts over, I don't think this was meant to be a ray-gun-esque story, so... *guilty grin* thank you for being accepting of my weirdness... ;)

I will post a link to this on the "Ack! Inkwell is..." thread, as part of the Revive Inkwell Movement.))

"I can write the report." Helena scowled. "Not like I did anything but observe anyway..."

Valour waved his hand dismissively. "You need some rest, Lena, leave Salbado and I to this."

"That makes no sense for numerous reasons," said Helena stubbornly. "Firstly, why would I need rest? I just spent my whole day like the queen on a picnic, riding a horse through the forest. Great Malliago, I didn't even get to use my ray gun. Secondly, rest for what? Another picnic tomorrow? Ooh! I know! Maybe you'll let me polish the swords!" She grinned bitterly, her voice reaching a hysterical note. "Or charge the ray guns! Better yet, just sit around *looking* at the ray guns!" Now shouting hoarsely, she added, "No wait! My eyes are too delicate for that sort of thing! Maybe I could sit inside where it's safe and do needlepoint! Or crochet!"

Valour and Salbado smirked at each other. "This," said Valour smoothly, "is why you need rest." Salbado added that this new post was a strain on her nervous system.

Helena found that the best thing she could think of to do was stick her tongue out again.

submitted by Mary W., age 11.68, NJ
(August 19, 2009 - 9:34 am)

I'll be a person-who-everyone-thinks-is-a-bad-guy-but-really-isn't.:)

Surinta crept through the forest, following the men. She narrowed her large green eyes. Who were they carrying? Suddenly the men stumbled, giving Surinta a full view of the woman. Surinta gasped. How? After all this time...At least they wouldn't have to hide anymore, Surinta thought bitterly, shaking back her long golden hair. She sadly crept over to an old oak tree. Perhaps she would find comfort in its peaceful branches. Surinta climbed nimbly up, like a squirrel or even a bird. She had always been a wonderful climber. But throughout her entire life the others had paid no mind to her abilities. She had been an outcast, someone who would never really belong.
Suddenly the branch she was on splintered. Surinta twisted in midair, landing, graceful and catlike, on her feet. But the noise had attracted the attention of the men, who were some ways ahead. They came rushing back. The men stopped and shouted to each other. Finally one stepped forward. "Ah, Surinta. We were expecting you." The man paused for a while, then said: "How is the tracking going? You should have found the secret land by now." "Sadly, the Fay are too secret. We will have to find some other means of tracking," Surinta replied primly. The man nodded. "Alas, it is too true. Yet we have captured one of them and we hope that after torture she will tell the land's whereabouts." "Good!" Surinta replied, though on the inside she was despairing.
The man turned to leave- when suddenly he threw a knife at Surinta, pinning her against a tree! He stepped in front of her, grinning. He then pulled back her hair right over her ear- an ear that tapered to a point at the tip. "See, boys? Proof," the man called out. Then, in a whisper meant only for Surinta- "I always knew you were one of them."
Surinta felt a sharp pain in her side before completely passing out.
submitted by Mango
(August 19, 2009 - 9:43 am)

Hi, Mango!  I don't think we've met before.  To sum myself up, I am a fairly quirky bookworm and someday author, often scaring friends and family with book references (ex. "Maybe I should find a Mo to help us out."  "A Mo?"  "A bookbinder.  Inkheart?  Inkspell?  Oh, come on, you're the one who read those books with me!"  This is an actual dinner table chat I had with my family recently.)  Anyway, I liked your addition.  Is she supposed to be the one in the cell with my elf (still haven't named her yet!)?

Mary Liz, I look foward to matyrdom with you (again!) and Mango.  Don't feel bad about the ray gun; I just decided that the elves were way more primitive than the humans.  Wouldn't you be, if you decided that you wouldn't use anything not created from nature?

Anyhoo, I can't write more until I hear back from you Mango, but I look forward to great fun with you guys.  Hopefully we'll get even more people soon; after all I started this thing, what was it, two days ago?

submitted by Megan, age 14, Copper Isles (I
(August 19, 2009 - 2:08 pm)

((Hi, Mango! Please stay with us!

@ Megan: Lol. :D))

There was a knock at Helena's chamber door, ((Suddenly there came a tapping / As of someone gently rapping / Rapping at my chamber door -EAP)) and a small serving girl stepped in. "Lieutenant d'Mario," she said timidly, "will you be coming down for dinner?"

The very brief euphoria at being addressed by her professional title evaporated quickly and Helena assumed a pouty expression. "No," she said sarcastically. "The food might be poisoned! Or they might have the vegetable stew again...! What if it burned my eyes out! Malliago, we couldn't have that!"

The girl's eyes widened.

"Or there might be assassins there!" Helena continued. "What if they shot me!" She paused, and tilted her head as though considering something. "Wait! I nearly forgot! I *am* an assassin!"

The girl left hurriedly.

Helena closed her eyes. "Valour was right. I am in desperate neesd of sleep."

submitted by Mary W., age 11.68, NJ
(August 19, 2009 - 3:16 pm)

((lol. can I join?))

Nereme was a nobody. A simple peasant. But what no one knew, not even her, was that she was a changeling. And that could change her world.

 

She had always suspected it, dreamed of it, feared it. But when the assassins ((are they hunting elves or something?)) had come to drag her away, her worst fears had come true. 

submitted by Jenni
(August 19, 2009 - 7:53 pm)

((I'm horrible at roleplays, so I can't join this one, but am enjoying reading it. At some points, Helena sounds slightly like TNÖ.))

submitted by Brynne, age 14, Flying away on
(August 19, 2009 - 8:30 pm)

((@ Jenni: The assassins are hunting elves, and spies, and changelings, and whoever else strikes their fancy. Because they're assassins, see. They do that.

@ Brynne: regarding Helena: That's a compliment, right? ;) ))

"I'll tell you what," said Valour the next morning, with a great air of charity.

"Oh Malliago, this'll be good," muttered Helena, clutching her ray gun for moral support.

"Prince Rodney needs a gentleman disposed of," Valour said smoothly. "The gentleman in question has been interfering with... certain affairs of the Prince's. The job must be clean, quick. Hard to track."

"Oh, I remember the last time Rodney needed someone 'disposed of,'" said Helena cheerfully. "And just like last time, Rodney can manage the competition for some village girl's attentions all by himself. Don't get me wrong, ray guns give me inner joy, but I prefer to use them against more formidable opponents. If you know what I mean."

Valour gritted his teeth. "I was just hoping-"

"-that I'd run off and manage the dear prince's love affairs for him, so that you and the others could all go out and have the fun without me. I know perfectly well what you were hoping, Valour," she snapped. "There's no need to rub it in. Now let's not sit around waiting for the ray guns to rust, Bo mentioned we're supposed to be getting a changeling today." She smiled. "I like changelings. Using ray guns on them I mean."

submitted by Mary W., age 11.69, NJ
(August 20, 2009 - 8:52 am)

Hi everybody! I'm still here!;)

Surinta awoke to find herself on a cold stone floor. She groped around only to find she was alone. Wait... what was that? Something soft. Slowly, her vision cleared. Surinta was in a large dark room. But what was...? Oh, she thought. A blanket. She must have rolled off it. 
Suddenly she sat up, banging her arm in the process. What had happened? Why was she here? And it all came rushing back. "But," Surinta murmured to herself, "what happened to the other?" No, she couldn't be gone, Surinta decided. Elves were too tough for that. "Too bad we got our cover blown," she muttered out loud. "Now here I am talking to myself."
Then Surinta heard a noise. A mere sound. A moan, really. And it came from a nearby corner of the room. 
Surinta swiftly strode to the corner and looked down. And suddenly she knew where the other elf was. 
Sitting in the corner.
"So they captured you too," said the woman softly. Surinta nodded glumly. "And now I cannot spy on the hunters." They sat together for some time, the silence broken only by the footsteps of someone above them. And the people were talking. Surinta heard only some of the conversation. "Prince...in question...girls...hoping..." Then, out of nowhere, Surinta felt a burst of inspiration. She stood up. And spoke.
"We must escape."
submitted by Mango
(August 21, 2009 - 4:14 pm)

The elven warrior sat up quickly.  "We must escape?  You must think I am out of my mind.  Do you not know who I am?  I am an outcast.  I can never return to the Glade again."

The other elf, her interest piqued, asked "What was your crime?"

Immediately, the elven warrior stiffened.  "That is not of your interest."  No one, no one could ever find out about Rihana, her dear daughter.  If any learned of her birth, she would be doomed.  To lead the other elf off her train of thought, she said, "How do I know that I can trust you?  You said yourself that you spied for the enemy.  You might have been placed down here to get information from me.  So, again, I ask you,how do I know that I can trust you?"

submitted by Megan, age 14, Copper Isles (I
(August 22, 2009 - 11:03 am)

Surinta dipped her head. "I, too, am an outcast. I may not understand precisely how you feel, but I assure you I was spying for the hunters for the good of our people and I most certainly did not give them any information. I followed them the day we were caught because I saw you. I wanted to help. The least you can do is trust me." Surinta fell into silence. Then she gently said: "If we are on the same side, which I believe we are, then please let me help." 

        Then Surinta heard a noise. A creaking sound. Like...a door. Surinta looked up--only to see two hands roughly shoving her out. The same thing was happening to the other elf. Surinta instinctively reached for her dagger, but she couldn't feel it. The men must have taken it while she was unconcious. Panicking, she thought, Where are they taking us? Then she remembered something from the day she was discovered. Men, talking. What did they say? She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. Then they flew open. "...we hope that she will reveal the land's whereabouts..." Surinta struggled with all her might, but it was no good. Surinta grimaced and hoped that whatever was coming wouldn't be too horrible. 

                                       

submitted by Mango
(August 23, 2009 - 1:17 pm)

I said "we hope that she will reveal the land's whereabouts", and the last word was Sirinta thinking.

 

Mango, Admin deems the rest of your comment inappropriate for some of our readers, so it was deleted.

Admin

submitted by Mango
(August 25, 2009 - 5:19 pm)

No offense, but I am a little insulted. It's not like I used bad words, I just asked why someone changed it. That's all, I promise!

submitted by Mango
(August 27, 2009 - 5:08 pm)
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