tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Dec 28, 2017 23:12:06 GMT -5
closed, but not private. come and chat! This is waffles, ѕнσσт ƒσя тнє ѕтαяѕ, and goldfish's, medieval roleplay. The name has nothing to do with the actual roleplay, I just thought it was kinda cool. Anyways, I'll keep this short: Character A is a war hero who fought to save and protect the king and his kingdom, Character B was saved by A as a baby and raised by him despite their small age gap. Character C's family was killed by the King that A served for, and comes to A for training to kill the king. However A does not know the truth behind C's motives for seeking him out. Will C kill the king? Will A discover the truth? Find out next episode, on Dragon Ball Z.
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Maynard - Technically it's 'Sir' Maynard, but that's just a formality. He has short brown salt and peppered colored hair, along with strong, golden colored eyes. He is 6'2" tall, weighing in at 200 pounds of muscle. A former war hero, at the age of 29 years old.
starCeferinae Whelan - With golden eyes, inky balck hair, and pale skin, Cefe is a sight to behold. She is lithe with only a thin layer of muscle covering her body. She stands at an below average height of 5'2" and has delicate features. However, don't let her physical appearance fool you. Cefe is a mulish young woman with a fiery temper and a barbed tongue. Prone to making snap judgments about someone, she can come across as brash and arrogant. She has her flaws sure, but she is also an extremely hard worker and does whatever she sets her mind to. She's actually quite fun to be around once you get past the prickly exterior. She loves to laugh and enjoys a good book. After the king killed her family, she made it her mission to have her revenge. She's a little broken right now and is in the progress of picking up the pieces of her heart. She is 25 years old. waffe
Amelia - is about average at 5'6. She has a slim build and puts a lot of effort into her appearance. Her hair is light brown and falls only slightly past her shoulders. Her skin is lightly tanned and her eyes are a dark green, always guarded to hide her emotions. Amelia knows what she wants and she'll stop at nothing to get it. She generally keeps herself distant from strangers. Polite. Cordial. Even friendly. She just doesn't let strangers in close. When one does get close to Amelia, they'll learn that she really is a caring person. She'll do anything she needs to to protect those she loves. She is, however, very clever. She's a strategist and prefers to watch things and learn the ins and outs of people and the situation before she enters it. She can appear cold and calculating. In reality, she's just trying to figure stuff out so that she can get what she wants. Amelia tends to hide her emotions very well. She doesn't want others to see when she's weak because it gives them something to use against her. While this causes Amelia to appear emotionless, she really just pushes everything down.
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Post by . on Dec 28, 2017 23:30:51 GMT -5
Hey. I'm here but heading to bed soon
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 23:48:29 GMT -5
All the Kings horses and all the Kings men could never put Humpty Dumpty back together again.
I couldn't resist. XD
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Dec 29, 2017 12:58:47 GMT -5
Maynard - 4 am. That may seem a little early for most people to rise, even in this day and age, but it was a quintessential part in Maynard's morning routine. First he would wake up, then he would make his way to the outside bath. Most people would say forget the bath, it's winter, and there's no warm water, but again, Maynard is not most people. Then he dresses, and makes enough coffee for both him and his apprentice/friend Amelia. The time is now 0430. Maynard then puts four large logs on the steel grate for the fire. There isn't much this time of year, but the next thing Maynard does is tend to the crops, make sure they are watered and properly weeded. The time is now 0500. He is a very adequate archer and at 0515, after drinking a cup of coffee, he goes hunting. It usually depends on the time of year, but during winter, he'll spend an hour and a half at most in the woods. Maynard comes back to the cabin with a single goose in tow, plenty to feed two people for a day. The time is now 0645, Amelia is now awake, he leaves the goose behind for her to pluck. Maynard leaves their cabin fort he last time to go and chop wood for the fire, depending on the amount of precipitation on the ground, whether it be ran or snow or whatever. However on this day, Maynard was back at the cabin by 0730. It was another, typical day, in the life of Maynard. A man, who retired at a young age due to his efforts in the war, when all of a sudden something very different happened that disrupted his relative norm. "Would you care for more coffee Amelia?" He questioned, pouring her a cup anyways, knowing that the brown haired woman would. It was at 0800 when a rather rapid knock was placed on his front door. What the hell? Who could that possibly be? The large man looked over at Amelia, as if to ask if she was expecting anyone. After she shook her head he slowly and quietly, went to the front door. Maynard turned to look at Amelia one last time before cracking open the entryway. A girl? No, a woman, she's just small. She had better not be a scribe from the Castle. I already told them I want nothing to do with their silly book. "What business do you have here, girl?" Maynard questioned, in a deep and booming voice. In all honesty, he had hoped to scare the woman away as not to deal with her. He did not feel threatened by this tiny woman, not in the slightest, but there seemed something was off with her. She looked... scared, as if something had frightened her and she came here for help. However it was her eyes that caught Maynard's attention... they were golden, the same as his true, but it wasn't the color that intrigued him. It was the look, like she had been traumatized, but deeper he noticed... determination? Anger, perhaps? Whatever it was, this girl was definitely not a scribe.
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Post by . on Dec 29, 2017 15:55:12 GMT -5
(Sorry I've been working on something all day and I'm getting ready to leave for work soon but I may be able to eat a reply up afterwards? If not, you two can keep going with out me and I can just jump in when I have more time)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 16:40:53 GMT -5
OK! I am here and will work on a reply shortly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 17:20:07 GMT -5
test
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 19:21:49 GMT -5
Ceferinae Whelan ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
"Get out!"
The door to the tavern burst open with enough force to break bones and wood. The young woman, basically limp in the hairy man's arms, went flying unto the ground. Dust erupted from where she had been thrown out of the doorway. The chickens squawked and flew away, frightened by the sudden arrival. She rubbed her backside with a groan.
"And stay out!" The owner slammed the door in her face after a particularly nasty look.
Cefe returned the favor with a string of unladylike curses. She stumbled to her feet, wobbling as much as a newborn colt, "Fine! I will! Your food tasted like manure anyways."
How many taverns was that now? Cefe didn't know anymore. She had lost track after the fourth one. Besides, it didn't matter that much. Once she found who she had been looking for these past weeks, she wouldn't care to ever set foot inside the rundown places again. No good had come out of them, and she had developed the unfortunate habits of drinking and cheating unsuspecting patrons out of their money. She rubbed the bruise on her cheek, remembering the time when a particularly nasty gentleman had taken offense to her swindling him. She had to make money somehow. The meager stores she had managed to find when her life has gone to pieces only lasted her the first few days... and she had been frugal.
Cefe hobbled away from the bustling tavern, head swimming. Funny, she hadn't even drunk that much, but she still felt like a pile of dung. She rubbed her eyes until she saw shapes and briefly she wished that she had some water to clear the static. She also wished that she hadn't tried to play the owner of the tavern for all he was worth, but you live and learn.
One good thing had come out of her stay: the location of Sir Maynard. Up to this point, she had traveled based on hearsay and unreliable information, but now she knew she was only about ten miles out from his home to the north. Bless that little man's soul.
The young woman dusted herself off and rolled her neck, "Time to go." She had no horse (though that one by the back door did look horribly stealable), no bags or items. The trip would be a long one, but she had done worse. Seen worse.
Cefe set out on the trail the older man had described to her. The sun hadn't even broken the horizon yet and by the position of the moon, it wouldn't rise for another few hours at most. Now, if she was wise she would have stayed near tavern until first light, but sadly, she wasn't in the best decision making state at the moment. So she went. Nothing bothered her as she slowly made her way down the path, faithfully headed north. And by the time that she had reached the small cottage that the man had told her about, the sun was already taking its place in the sky.
There was a water trough near the front of the house and quietly she bent down in front of it, dunked her head into the water, and held it there for a few moments. The woman broke the surface after her worsening headache ebbed away and she knew that she would be able to carry on a cohesive conversation. Cefe grimanced at her reflection. Gosh, she looked terrible. Her once pale and rich skin was grimy from her tumble today while her hair stuck to her head with dirt. Her eyes were slightly sunken in and for a horrifying moment, she realized her eyes had lost their carefree gleam. Now, there was only anger and fear and bloodlust for the man who had done her so wrong.
Water dribbled down her face as she looked up at the door. It was now or never. She could either wallow in self-pity or do something with the lot she had been dealt.
Ceferinae approached the door, this time her legs strong with determination. She knocked three times, rapidly, and stepped back from the door. When it opened, she was forced to look up at the man who she had journeyed so far to find. She studied him for a brief moment after his gruff voice asked her why she had come. He was so much taller than her - her head barely reached his shoulders - and he was broad, so very broad. She swallowed at the sight of him, fear settling in the bottom of her stomach like a rock.
But the lost woman squared her shoulders and said, "Are you Maynard?" She looked around his broad form into the house, "Or are you his apprentice?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 19:25:09 GMT -5
[Wow, I got a little carried away. XD]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 19:51:48 GMT -5
[Your starter was perfect!!! Don't worry about it. XD And it worked well to help me figure out what I needed to do.]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 21:44:12 GMT -5
[Sounds good to me. ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2017 13:24:01 GMT -5
[Good morning all! ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 0:26:53 GMT -5
[No problem! I hope you enjoyed the time with your family! ]
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tenny
please talk me into doing homework
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Post by tenny on Dec 31, 2017 0:51:26 GMT -5
Maynard - Maynard looked at the woman before him, clearly confused, as there was a million questions flying through his head: Who is this woman? Why is she here? How did she find me? Is she a threat? The large man pondered each question before she spoke. Her voice was so determined, but so small he almost didn’t hear it. Maynard? Apprentice? What?... Oh I get it. “My name is Sir Maynard of Cidaris*.” He said, his voice loud and proud as he spoke. “I ask again girl, what is your business here?” He blocked the entrance with his body, preventing her from seeing anyone else behind him. Nosy little bugger innit she? Why is she so dirty, her skin is clean but her hair and face look dirty and greasy. “I have no patience for beggars mind you. So if it’s money you’re after, seek elsewhere. There is an inn ten miles south of here, go there and seek refuge. I know the innkeeper, tell him Maynard sent you and you’ll be in good hands.” He promised. He still hadn’t decided whether or not this girl was a threat or not. Everything about her screamed friendly but… there was something underlying in her eyes. A hatred that burned bright for something… or someone. Whatever it was he was hoping she’d leave and he’d never have to find out. But it was very rare that things went in Maynard’s favor, in fact, it was a joke during the war: if Maynard the Fierce was content, run, because that means Hell has frozen over.
After a short silence the former knight shook his head. I’m forgetting where I came from, that’s no good. “Come in girl, beggar or not, we’ll feed ya’ clothe ya’ and send you on your way.” He said, snatching the golden eyed woman up and setting her inside. “Amelia here is preparing us some geese and carrot stew with bread. You’re more than welcome to some if you wish, you look as if you could eat.” Maynard led her to the table where there were only two chairs. “Please, sit, sit… what is your name?” I feel like I’m going to regret showing her this hospitality… but whatever, it’s my own problem now.
Note: The town of Cidaris is the subsidiary to the Kingdom of Velnon, of which Maynard fought on behalf of in the past war. It is a rather large city, the third largest in all of Velnon actually. It even has its own regency, as would a city nowadays would have a mayor. Maynard lives on the outskirts of Velnon, fifteen miles east of the city gates. It usually takes the two of them an entire day to travel back and forth from the city for supplies, as neither of them owns a horse. The current regent of Cidaris is a crooked man named Terkin, who is simply a cog in the machine. You see, the Kingdom of Velnon may have won the war but they aren't exactly the friendliest or most law abiding country. While the people are wholesome, the political officials often cut corners and are solely in it for the money. Terkin is a ruthless man who has killed many to get to where he is today... though you wouldn't know that if you had just met him. In fact, three people, alive, in the entire town of Cidaris know of how vile a man Terkin is... one of them is dead, the other a discredited drunk, and the third... is Cefe. You see Terkin is the man responsible for the execution of her family, as her husband had seen the regent do business with Dranya. Who is Dranya you ask? Oh only the most vile, and heartless man in all of Velnon. In fact, Dranya is a wanted man by the Kingdom of Velnon, for aiding in the war against Velnon! While all of this may be true, Maynard like everyone else in Cidaris, see's Terkin as a wonderful, loving ruler.
[ I thought I may as well expand upon the world we live in a bit. ^^ ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 1:39:32 GMT -5
[No that is great! It's nice getting to know a little about the world. Thank you! I will have to reply to tomorrow since it is almost 1 o'clock. Yikes. XD Goodnight!]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 16:18:38 GMT -5
Ceferinae Whelan ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
The woman shifted from foot to foot as the large man in front of her surveyed her. Why did he seem like he was sizing up an opponent? There was literally no need for him to be suspicous of her. Even if she had come with ill intent, he could squash her in 0.2 seconds without trying at all. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly in the start of a pout when he blocked her view.
By gosh, he was huge. At least compared to her he was giant. To a normal sized man or woman, he would have seemed so monstrous. But just his size alone made Cefe pause as she opened her mouth to respond. What if he didn't like her reason for darkening his door? Maybe he would squash her. Especially since she had been to that inn he had mentioned and got kicked out it as well. If he thought her a beggar then he was mostly right. The innkeeper had mercy on her poor self the first night, but when she asked for another... the old puppy dog eyes routine hadn't quite worked. That was when she had moseyed her way on over to the tavern, looking for a quick buck and a way to dull the pain.
"I'm not a beggar," well she sure looked like one, smelled like one, and her pocketbook classified her as one. But that wasn't the point! "I've come to ask for your assistance in a different matter."
Cefe flinched when he laid his hands on her and moved her into his home. Board straight, she didn't make it easy on him, but she had the feeling that she was as light as a feather to him, "What are you doing? Let go!"
She hopped away from him, fear blatant in her eyes as she surveyed him once more. His demeanor had changed all the sudden, and Cefe sensed that he was genuine and not a threat. But in her day and age, a woman couldn't be more careful with who she trusted. Besides, he did he think he was just manhandling her like that? If she didn't need his help so much then she would have slapped his sorry face.
For a moment, Ceferinae wondered why she had even come at all. It had been foolish for her to believe that she could do what her heart longed for. That she could actually have her revenge. That she could do it on her own. That Sir Maynard of Cidaris would ever do what she needed him to do. She wrapped her thin arms around her torso as she surveyed the room that he had placed her in. In that moment, she felt lost or that a piece of her had died with her family. And maybe it did. She laughed mentally, the drink must have worn off if she was having such morbid thoughts again.
The back of her eyes bured with unshed tears as she was led to the dinning table. She was so tired and the house was so warm... Maybe she could stay here for a few days before she went back to be with her family. They had barely been put in the grave and she had left them. What kind of a wife and daughter did that?
The kind that refuses to sit by while a murderer lives a lavish life, she thought. Yes, that was why she had come. To train so she could kill him. She bit the inside of her cheek. You'll do good to not forget that, Cefe.
The woman gazed down at Ameila, eyes focusing in the dim room, "Thank... thank you." She took her seat at the table and switched her focus on Maynard. Send her on her way huh? Well, hopefully she wouldn't be going anywhere for quite sometime, "Well you see, I was going to ask you about that."
Ceferinae let out a breathy laugh, nervous for some odd reason, "Forgive me. I've forgot my manners." She looked into his eyes, not unlike her own, and managed a smile, "My name is Ceferinae Whelan. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've been hunting you down for over two weeks now."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 0:45:31 GMT -5
[HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! I hope 2018 is so much better than 2017 in every way possible!]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2018 19:06:55 GMT -5
Bump. )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 20:44:18 GMT -5
Bumping again. )
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