Kyngdom Survival Guide
A little earlier,
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A little earlier,
A little earlier, BP had been traveling who-knows-where, and luckily, she had been able to piece together some information from what she had heard and seen, and was now riding through Hidden Paradise Valley. It was an absolutely beautiful place, but, unfortunately, the market was small for explosives and fireworks. Nobody seemed to be in the mood for any celebration. She should've gotten here earlier, according to the forlorn decorations halfheartedly swinging in the wind, there had been a festival of some sort before she came.
BP was staying at an inn, one which she had no idea what it was called. It had a seashell on a swinging sign, but the words were too faded to make out. Maybe she could meet some new people, make some new connections, but Hidden Paradise Valley felt altogether a rather sleepy town. BP wanted action, adventure!
It was currently early afternoon, and the weather was perfect. BP kicked off her shoes, and ran down to the beach. Waves broke on the pure white sand, and seagulls soared in the sky. Pretty relaxing, but relaxation wasn't for BP!
She started beachcombing, sifting through the sand with her feet. You'd never expect what you could find on beaches - people dropped all sorts of things there. She found nothing exciting, just a couple of pretty seashells which she put in her satchel.
With nothing else to do, BP went back to find her shoes, and started strolling around town.
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Hiya! I just wanted to start a small side RP so anyone can join (if anyone wants to join XD)! I'd be glad to make some friends!
submitted by Bagel Princess
(January 1, 2020 - 5:43 pm)
(January 1, 2020 - 5:43 pm)
The town was a picturesque town, complete with cobbled streets and windowsills filled with flowers. There were very few people out and about, so BP went around the market square. It was less busy than she had hoped, but there were still quite a few stores open.
BP stopped at a flower stand. The flowers had such vibrant colors, such blooming beauty, that she couldn't help but buy a bouquet. The rest were mostly seafood shops. BP did stop by a lonely shop that sold paint to buy some red paint for her wagon.
With nothing else to do, BP headed back to her hotel. Inside, it was cool and little light filtered through the pulled down windowshades. "Hi, can I check out?" she asked the concierge.
The concierge glanced at her, bored. "Yeah, sure. Room number and key?" they said.
BP produced the key, and in a couple minutes, she was outside in the fresh air, back on her wagon. Hotels were nice and all, but she really preferred her wagon - it was home. BP pulled out her phone. Online was a sort of website, where some people had been sharing bits and pieces of maps. Why oh why did they not have a complete map?!
I suppose I'll ride over to the grasplands, might find some adventure there, BP thought.
With that desicion, she snapped the reins, and Gemma cantered off in the general direction of the grasplands.
(January 2, 2020 - 11:26 am)
(January 2, 2020 - 3:51 pm)
Welcome to Kyngdom, BP!! I'm Hazel, formerly known as "Thimble/Jaaws". It's good to have you here!
Sybill gave you the link to the Ultimate Guide, so I hope that's been helpful. We also have a Young Writers' Program Classroom for Kyngdom, where we talk about plot development and just chat in general. You're welcome to join us there; the code is AJLGBNTZ.
I might join this thread soon, if that's alright.
(January 4, 2020 - 8:10 am)
Okey, thanks, and yep, it's alright!
(January 4, 2020 - 6:52 pm)
The grasplands was very dry. With no particular destination in mind, BP stopped at a small town. The alleyways were crowded with crates and trash, and it looked very empty. Oh, there were still people, but it just kinda looked . . . deserted, and forlorn.
BP shrugged away the thought. She could find out what happened later.
The air was tense with hostility and fear as she rode through, her wagon wheels kicking up dust on the dirt roads. It was hot and still.
"What's your business here?"
BP looked around. It must have come out of one of the closed and shuttered windows, though she couldn't identify which. She spoke, directing her response to the person. "Oh, just wandering around, and trying to find a bit of business."
"What business."
"Pyrotechnics and things like the sort."
"Fire?"
"Not exactly-"
"Fire isn't welcome. Explosions aren't welcome, not after the invaders. We don't welcome strangers. Go back to where you came from, and don't come back," the person said.
"May I inquire why explosions aren't welcome?" BP asked.
"Nobody wants them here. We don't want anyone disrupting our normal life!"
BP could sense there was more behind this statement. "So, having shells of used bombs and everyone locked inside their houses out of fear is normal life? Tell me, what in the name of bagels is going on here?! I try to find an inn, and suddenly I'm just told to go back! Tell me!" she yelled.
(January 7, 2020 - 8:46 pm)