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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 11:09:14 GMT -5
"When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable." - Nikolai Lantsov, King of Ravka, occasional privateer Welcome! This is a little one on one rp thread for my new friend *Nightwhisper and I, however I am more than open to starting more plots in the the Grisha-verse with anyone else who wants! Hey, enough interest and I might even start a proper rp! Maybe I'll make this page pretty one day, but I'm on my phone right now so that's improbable.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 16:15:53 GMT -5
Yeah, I know. I just like pretty pages but hate coding. That doesn't really mix well.
Would you rather have me start with character forms or just a in depth starter post that contains all of that info in it? Also, do you like to plan a plot or just wing it?
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 24, 2017 16:25:18 GMT -5
All good questions. XD Normally I like to give character forms if only for my sake to get an idea of the character I'm going to do. However, we don't have to. I assume you're going to be the Grisha, so I may just make me a Mathias. XD Depending on the gender of your character, that is. I'm fine with being either male or female, but I will need to know so I can either make them a druskelle or not.
As for the plot, if you have a general idea of what the plot is going to be about, that'd be great. Just so I know where we're going to be located, what's going on in the world, and what might be the main point of action. Some of this can be covered in a starter post, but if you want to give me just a general overview so I'm on the same page as you, I'd appreciate it. If you didn't have a specific main action point in mind, than we can just wing it. XD
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 16:36:52 GMT -5
Woooo, yeah! So my basic idea for one of my characters was for a female Grisha that is also a member of a poweful and respected Fjerdan noble family. If you played a druskelle that would be really cool! And feel free to play multiple characters or a Grisha if you want. I'm pretty chill. I was planning to start with the process of my character fleeing Fjerda.
Usually I only rp OCs, but I think it would be easiest and the most fun to have this set in the canon Grisha verse (so basically the same one as Kaz, Nikolai, and that way be able to reference things like the Ravkan civil war.)
Also somehow in all of this I got an idea for a pirate from the Southern colonies that will work his way in somehow because why not.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 24, 2017 16:48:11 GMT -5
So pretty much like a few years after the events of Crooked Kingdom. Alright, that sounds good. Then we could include a possible cure/vaccine for jurda parem (I have no clue if I'm spelling any of this correct, lol). Of course, cannon character might not make an appearance except for maybe Nikolai, and maybe Inej and her ship, but we can figure out that later.
Oooh, a pirate. Sounds cool! ^^ Well, since I'm going to be a druskelle, than we can pretty much assume what he's going to look like. XD So if you don't want to bother with character forms, than you don't have to. We can just dive right in.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 17:31:26 GMT -5
Yeah, that sounds about right. Canon characters don't have to make an appearance and if they do probably won't until we get deeper into the plot.
I'm at the beach rn, but I'll try and get a starter up tonight.
Part of me wants to ask about what your druskelle character will be like, but the other half is telling me to let myself be surprised. ><
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 17:46:34 GMT -5
It' is completely up to you
Usually I would but I powered through a bunch of forms last night for a couple of other rps, so I'll probs come back and do it later
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 24, 2017 18:32:42 GMT -5
Sweet. There's no rush.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 25, 2017 11:30:30 GMT -5
Soren Falk Soren is like every other drüskelle in existence. Standing at 6' even, the young man is built like a tree. Muscular and solid, the boy poses an intimidating figure to anyone who doesn't know him. A mop of pale blonde hair resides on his head that he wears shorter than most of his fellow brethren. The longer his hair, the more troublesome it is to maintain, and he doesn't like to have to worry about his hair. His eyes are glacier blue, but only one is clear. The other is lightly clouded over. Since he is a fully fledged drüskelle, he has the option to grow facial hair, yet the young keeps his face clean shaven. Some habits never die, and he genuinely prefers a smooth face. Soren has an issue controlling his temper. When he's happy, everything is fine. He can laugh and cut out with his friends without any problems. However, it doesn't take a lot to make the man mad. An especially sore spot with the man is the fact that he is blind in one eye. He had been born with the defect, but that didn't mean he wasn't insecure about his disability. There was multiple occasions where he got into trouble picking fights with the other boys for there teasing. (How does he look?)
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 25, 2017 12:05:02 GMT -5
He look so awesome!
"Like every other druskelle in existence." -- I died at this part.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 25, 2017 23:19:24 GMT -5
It was a clear night. Stars sparkled against the pitch black sky like bits of ice. The cold wind howled as it swirled around the curling walls of the Ice Court.
The compound had been rebuilt since the assault by mercenaries hired by Ravka two years ago. Buildings could be rebuilt, but rumours swirled about saying that Djel’s spring had been destroyed in the attack, and that the Druskelle had not managed to rebuild it.
But those were just rumours, and nobody could say for sure. Well, nobody but the Druskelle, and the Druskelle did not say much.
Broken connections with Djel aside, it was an uncertain and tense time in Fjerda. The corrupt Grisha state of Ravka to the South was growing in power and strength, on the rebound after the civil war that had kept it preoccupied. Additionally, the Ravkans were coming ever closer to refining Jurda Parem so that the side effects were reduced. If that was achieved, they would be unstoppable…
Additionally, Kerch was growing in wealth and influence as well, after a shake up in government from the inside.
To top it all off, Shu Han’s intent to imperialize was growing clearer everyday.
The world was changing. Would Fjerda be able to keep up?
Annelise paced back and forth in her guest room in the Ice Court. Her full azure blue skirts rustled as she moved, and the heels of her shiny black boots clicked the stone floor.
By the door her most prized and necessary possessions had been whittled down so that they fit in a small leather pack. The rest of her things were locked away in her traveling trunk, with the exception of her gowns, which hung limp in the closet.
Annelise had been planning this night for months. But now that it was here, why did she hesitate?
She caught a glimpse of herself in the rooms mirror and stopped. Every inch of her screamed Fjerdan girl, from her long platinum blonde hair had been pulled neatly away in a single braid that reached just past the base of her spine to her wide spaced cool blue eyes and a thin hawkish nose. Full pale pink lips and ivory skin that flushed with the near constant cold.
Did she really think she could do this? Did she really think she could leave Fjerda?
This beautiful country was all she had never known. It was her home.
Annelise bowed her head against the mirror in despair, doubting that she could go through with the plan. Her quick, shallow breaths fogged the glass. After a minute, Annelise raised her head, resting a hand on the mirror as she did so, staring at her reflection.
The mirror cracked.
Annelise jumped back in surprise as shards of glass and ice clattered to the floor in screeching symphony of shards. She stared at her hand in shock. It was shaking.
She was shaking.
Her breath quickened.
She could not control it any more. She had been lucky so far, but within a few days the curse would burst out from her one somebody could see and…
Annelise did not linger on the and.
She was leaving Fjerda tonight, as she had planned.
She bolted from the room, grabbing her pack and swinging it onto her shoulders as she did so.
So that was how a young Duchess of Fjerda came to be sprinting down the smooth halls of the Ice Court well past midnight several days before the Druskelle initiation ceremony.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 26, 2017 12:31:20 GMT -5
(Wow, that's a lot. XD I may not be able to match that, but I'll try to make my replies as long as I can!)
The Ice Court had taken a year to heal from the wounds it suffered. It took even longer to recover from the blow to their reputation. For the longest time, the Ice Court was the impenetrable prison: the most secure prison in the world. Decades of upholding that legacy had been destroyed in the span of one night. By a good of petty mercenaries of all people.
The walls and buildings that had been damaged had been rebuilt. Only the faintest of scars could be seen where the new construction had been placed to patch up the walls. New glass replaced the panes that had been shattered. If it weren't for the tales of what happened that night two years ago, no one would have been able to tell the Ice Court had been breached.
What hadn't been easily fixed with Djel's spring. Soren had been there the night it was attacked. He had been one of the drüskelle being initiated on that night. He remembered kneeling beside the sacred tree, mind searching for anything Djel would wish for him to see or hear. What he heard instead was several loud pops before the tree leaned over to one side, roots straining to keep their hold on the dirt they once been buried in. Since then, the spring hadn't been the same. The moats weren't as full as they once were, and the current in which they ran was slower.
The young man shook his head slightly to rid himself of the memory. Now was not the time to be distracted by past tragedies. Now he must remain focused. With the approach of the festival only a few days away, security had been increased throughout the Ice Court. At the moment, the young drüskelle was stationed by one of the inner checkpoints leading to and from the court. He was in charge of checking papers of those bringing in supplies and leaving to get more. Everything that had been doubled check by the outer walls were checked once more, making sure no one was smuggling anything or anyone that wasn't supposed to be there. For the first few hours, it had been an exciting job as he hoped to be the one to stop any nefarious plans of someone wanting to try their hand and destroying the walls again. However, as the hours wore on, the man was beginning to tire of the constant and boring tasks of checking over every single cart and paper handed to him.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 26, 2017 23:56:23 GMT -5
{Usually I don't write so much. Had to keep reminding myself I was not writing the complete history of Fjerda.}
The girl slowed as she neared the inner gate. Running would instantly be a sign of something wrong.
The first checkpoint.
Her first test.
Luckily, most of the guards attention was taken up by those trying to enter the court. Nobody was trying to leave at this time of night so close to the Initiation.
If all went well, Annalise would be able to slip through unnoticed.
Approaching the checkpoint, Annalise ducked her head so that her face was hidden from the light. No proper Fjerdan girl would be out this late alone. Especially not one of her rank.
Please don't notice me, please don't notice me. Prayed Annelise, her heart hammering in her chest.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 27, 2017 9:27:00 GMT -5
(Haha, I understand. A little backstory was needed.)
Soren waved on the owner of a cart he just finished inspecting. Nothing but food for the kitchen had been inside. The man pushing it nodded and continued on through the gate. "When is our relief getting here?" he muttered to the drüskelle beside him. They've been here for hours now. It was high time someone was sent to take the next shift.
"Probably still asleep," his companion answered, just as bored with the constant flow of activity, even at this late at night.
As the other man stepped forward to take over the search of the next visitor, Soren cast a glance around them to make sure no trouble had stirred up while they had been occupied. He had to turn his head a bit more to the left in order to take in the full surroundings of the inner court. His left eye created a blind spot, so he had to see the world solely from his right eye. It create some problems on certain occasions, but he had learned to manage. That's when he noticed a disturbance in the flow of traffic.
"You there!" he shouted, walking over to the person with his head lowered and face hidden. It was suspicious behavior. Then again, everything was suspicious behavior according to his superiors. And anyone who looked suspicious had to be stopped and checked.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 30, 2017 22:37:37 GMT -5
{Sorry for the delay, been swamped with work and family stuff.}
Crap. thought Annalise. There went the staying under the radar approach.
The girl drew up to her full height, lifting her face up to the light.
"Yes?" she asked with annoyance as if she was above the petty guards and that they were inconveniencing her.
Technically that was all pretty close to the truth. Annalise was of a higher rank than the young druskelle with midnight guard duty. They were an inconvenience to her at the moment.
Duchess Annalise Yseult Falk. Fjerdan nobility. Her mother was the king's cousin.
Annelise had inherited her family fortune with her mother's passing and her father was a decorated war hero and respected druskelle.
Her face was one that anyone who was anybody in Fjerda would recognize.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 31, 2017 9:04:18 GMT -5
(It's completely fine! Also, she shares Soren's last name. XD Do I need to change his?)
Soren stopped in front of girl and stared down at her. He was preparing himself for a long string of excuses, threats, and bribes from the girl. That's what many tried to do when caught without proper papers. Then he would have to escort them to the holding area and let one of the regular guards deal with them. At least it was a break in the boring routine he had fallen into. However, as soon as he caught sight of the girl's face, he stood a little straighter.
"Lady Annalise," He greeted. "Forgive me, I didn't know it was you. The way you were walking, I thought you were someone here to cause trouble."
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 31, 2017 12:45:25 GMT -5
{Nope, I'll change it. What I get for naming characters at midnight. Sorry! I knew it sounded kinda familiar. Oops. }
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 31, 2017 12:55:07 GMT -5
Annalise shook her head. "No. I am simply going for a walk." Alone. At midnight. Because this is totally something completely normal.
Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Hopefully the flustered druskelle would stop blabbering and let her through. If he sent her back...
Hidden by her skirts, her hands were shaking.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Jul 31, 2017 22:18:33 GMT -5
"I cannot sleep, but it seems my guards are having no trouble with that." Not that she had spiked their tea with a sleeping draught or anything. "Now if you would excuse me." Annalise made a move to slip past Soren, brushing off his advice as much as she was brushing off him.
{Short post is short.}
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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 1, 2017 13:55:45 GMT -5
"I would hate to make you go through all that trouble." Annalise tried stepping to the other side, to the same result. Hmm. Was like there a size requirement to be a druskelle.
"It will be fine, nobody in their right mind goes out in this cold." assured the noble girl. Naturally this brought up the question of why she was going out in this cold.
Hopefully the young druskelle was too dazzled by her rank and stubbornness to see the fear behind her blue eyes.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 1, 2017 21:19:13 GMT -5
"No." said Annalise firmly.
Her hands were shaking so hard, she clenched her skirts in a futile effort to stop the shaking.
She had never left Fjerda. This was insane. What was she thinking? She could not even get past guards that were trying to help her. Of course, that would change the minute they knew the truth.
"In fact, I expressly forbid it. In the unlikely event that something would happen, you can say despite your best attempts I absolutely insisted and there was nothing you could do."
Annalise really helped she would not bring down this druskelle's reputation. With her disappearance by tomorrow and all.
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Post by dietmountaindew on Aug 1, 2017 21:42:54 GMT -5
Annalise sighed. They were going in circles.
"And what would you do if I ignored you and went anyways?" Her gaze sweeped around the checkpoint and back to Soren.
"A purely hypothetical question, of course." added Annalise with a small innocent smile.
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