Kyngdom Survival Guide
The Elvish Resistance
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The Elvish Resistance
The Elvish Resistance
The Resistance gets their own headquarters and conversation threads. Why shouldn't we? We are a part of the Resistance, after all.
This RP takes place in the Castle of the Villipaix Elves, where the Elvish Resistance works just as hard as the main one, living in the maze of secret rooms and passages that have been used for centuries for the royal family to hide in. They take in refugees left and right, giving them food and a place to stay throughout the night, no matter whether they're human or animal or fey or mutant.
You can make a new charrie or use one you already have. Here's the sheet.
Name:
Species:
Age:
Reason for Being in the Castle:
Job at the Resistance (if you have one):
Other:
submitted by Autumn, age 14, The Castle of the Elves
(March 11, 2017 - 1:06 pm)
(March 11, 2017 - 1:06 pm)
Name: Sylvie Hamensdoter
Species: Arbor vidire
Age: 100, which is about 16 in human years
Reason for Being in the Castle: Her mother is a counciler in the Royal Spy Unit
Job at the Resistance (if you have one): None, really. She will probably be a spy when she gets older
Other: She is a tree nymph, oak to be specific.
(March 11, 2017 - 2:56 pm)
(March 11, 2017 - 7:27 pm)
Ah, thank you Autumn. I'm sorry I haven't contacted you in a while. I was busy doing my queen duties and whatnot.
(I took down the Enemy of the Elves.)
(March 11, 2017 - 9:22 pm)
Neato. You sure you weren't also spending some quality time with River?
(March 12, 2017 - 7:26 am)
Oh, shut it. Where've you been? Planning things for the Resistance with Mha-att?
(March 12, 2017 - 12:01 pm)
Well, um...
*blushes*
SHOULDN'T WE JUST START THE RP ALREADY?!
(March 12, 2017 - 3:07 pm)
Aww, but you're so cute when you're embarrassed!
(March 12, 2017 - 6:35 pm)
(March 15, 2017 - 4:43 pm)
I wake to the sound of Rose laughing.
I open my eyes and see Rose in my room- with RIVER AND MHATT??????
Quickly, I rub the sleep from my eyes and straighten my hair.
"Looks like she's up, boys. Thanks anyway."
The guys leave the room, but Rose remains.
"Rose! What the heck-"
"Don't grumble, sleepyhead," Rose grins, "I was just trying to get you to wake up. We have a big day with loads of feasts and dances ahead of us and we need our werewolf representative to be there! But you wouldn't wake up, so I was going to get some help to dump that bucket of icewater on you."
"Did you really have to get Mhatt? And River? And- WAIT, DID YOU SAY ICEWATER?"
Roses' grin turned slightly evil.
"We don't have time for that now," She responded, holding back a chuckle, "We have to get you ready for the day's festivities. Time for you to get dressed."
Grumbling, I get out of my bed in one of the many rooms in the Castle of the Elves. I pull off my cotton pajamas and open the closet doors. Ever since my first night here, my wardrobe has grown and grown. Most of the stuff insiude is contraband jeans and t-shirts, but I still have some traditional Elvish and werewolf attire alike. Most of the gowns have been donated by Rose's colleagues, but I took a needle and thread to them and now they fit me perfectly. Rose helps me choose a lovely dress the colors of the season I was named for, and then we move onto accessories. Rose sorts through the jewelry box so fast all I can see of her is a flurry of green and white. Then, she pulls out a necklace triumphantly and clips it around my neck.
"Ouch!" I yell, pulling the necklace off of me.
"What is it?" Asks Rose, looking concerned.
"Silver," I say, pointing to the burn marks on my neck, "It's silver."
(March 16, 2017 - 5:56 am)