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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 11, 2020 7:57:30 GMT -5
[ haha call it what you want lol I think it's fun : )
amazing! I have work this afternoon so I'll be on sporadically until this evening : ) I'm very excited
Cyn sounds like she and Ellie are going to be so much trouble together hahaha
I hope you did sleep some!! : P Is Cyn finished, or do you still want me to wait a little on adding her to the page? ] |
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 11, 2020 13:41:33 GMT -5
( yea I’ll get a form up tomorrow probably. I may have gotten a bit distracted by Dragon Age :3 )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 11, 2020 17:42:48 GMT -5
[ ℊℓоω haha I understand completely; I'll put her up on the page so she's final!!! : )
𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 haha you're so fine! not entirely sure what dragon age is but sounds like it must be pretty fun !!! ] |
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 11, 2020 21:15:52 GMT -5
( it’s an RPG (: )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 12, 2020 12:13:51 GMT -5
[ OK, finished Alistair ^^ ]
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Post by Amber on Jun 12, 2020 14:43:37 GMT -5
(Trying to figure out what to do with my character. Will hopefully have something up by tonight~)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 12, 2020 15:16:31 GMT -5
( whoops I forgot to add his face claim. I’ll fix it later )
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 12, 2020 19:12:10 GMT -5
( Alistair’s form is all done ^^ )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 12, 2020 22:33:09 GMT -5
[ hi everyone! i apologize but i had some last minute family stuff come up; i’ll take a look at everyone’s forms in the morning as it’s 11:30pm for me and i’ve been awake since 4:00am ;u; ] |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 13, 2020 11:25:11 GMT -5
[ hello everyone !! thank you v much, everything is good. I just meant that I had to quickly head home to help my grandmother lift some heavy furniture and move some stuff because the person painting her deck is coming earlier than he originally told her haha : )
is there anyone who doesn't want me to put their form on actual sheet yet ?
edit ;; also my friend alma messaged me and claimed the last spot so hopefully we should be good to get started sometime today!!!! I'm not sure if I really told everyone but I'm just going to set it up to start all our mornings and then from there have everyone getting ready for/travelling to attend a ball for Helene's coming of age party since she'll now be eligible to marry to take the throne as the only heir : ) ]
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 13, 2020 12:59:52 GMT -5
[ Starchaser me too!
yours looks really good, and as for powers: feel free to have them develop as we go along too! I just knew already what I had in mind for Helene, but if you want to figure it out as we go along or just not have any powers, that is also fine!! no pressure haha. it's a fantasy role-play, so I just included powers to make things more interesting, that's all!!
and awesome! no worries if you don't find one though; let me know when you're ready for me to put it up : ) ] |
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 13, 2020 14:26:44 GMT -5
( seems like Alistair is the only prince haha )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 14, 2020 19:40:25 GMT -5
[ hello everyone! I apologize for the delay; work has been ridiculous and my teacher recently got sick so I've been unsure of due dates for school. But I am here and I'm going to post the starter tonight after I finish adding everyone's characters : )
Amber don't worry about yours not being finished; just finish when you can and feel free to go ahead and just jump in !! <3 ] |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 14, 2020 19:47:55 GMT -5
[ I've been working on this for a few days now so I apologize for the length and slight ramble! Anyway, I left it pretty open ended so we could start establishing our characters and get them ready for the ball to come for Helene's coming of age. c: ]  Helene
The moon rose high above the treetops, silvery and luminous in its full glow. Beneath the trees, it was next to impossible for the girl to see through the thick, dark shrubbery. She continued along, however, feet stumbling blindly over root and bramble. Branches and thorns clung to her dress and hair, pulling and tugging her as if to cry out, Turn back now! While you still can! The young girl paid no mind to the anxious forest, moving forward despite it all.
The air was hot and muggy, the sound of cicadas humming like an ominous purr of something far bigger. The girl could feel what she prayed was merely sweat curling down her back in the humid night as she crashed through the underbrush, pushing forward. Inside her chest, she could feel the burning sensation growing warmer as she did, spreading further down her torso and shoulders. It burned like a flame, sparking and searing through her flesh. She knew that meant she was on the right path, and that she was getting closer with every step.
She felt her stomach drop, and an unseen force tugged her abruptly to the right, as if something, or someone, was dragging her along by a lead at her waist. She gracefully recovered, spinning quickly on the ball of her foot to avoid twisting her ankle as she shot forward. The path seemed to clear slightly, as if the forest had given up on stopping her and was just avoiding her damage. The girl sped up, the heat spreading further down and pooling in her stomach with a sickly tumble. She swallowed back a bit of bile as she surged forward, trusting her feet as the shadows lengthened around her, swallowing her further into night.
Suddenly, the forest began to clear, the trees thinning. Moonlight began to slice through the cracks, cutting swashes of path clear ahead of her. The girl grinned slightly, ignoring the heat crawling down her spine as she pushed through the familiar ache in her legs. She stumbled forward, nearly losing her footing as she plunged out of the undergrowth and found herself alone in a clearing.
Nearby, a small stream babbled incoherently at her as she squinted, blinking in the newfound light. The celestial body painted everything in a strange pearly hue, foreign and surreal. Before the girl, an enormous cave mouth yawned and beckoned her forward into utter darkness. She swallowed, feeling a flutter of fear at her heart that was quickly swallowed by a new rush of heat. Something shifted deep inside the cave, and the earth trembled in response. She stood there, frozen, as a pair of red coals blinked into view from deep inside the cave, enchantingly terrifying. A gust of wind rushed over her, hot and sulfur-scented, the heat singing her brows slightly. This barely touched the fever that clung to her skin, hot and more fervent than ever, beckoning her forward into the cool of the darkness ahead. Yet she was rooted to the spot, watching as the coals began to burn brighter, getting larger as the ground rumbled beneath her feet. The heat grew to an immense, unbearable pain, but the girl could not move, locked on those burning coals. No, not coals you fool. Eyes. She waited, certain that she was about to burst into flames for eternity as time slowed down, the eyes dancing closer and closer and closer until—
A sharp rapping of knuckles at the door sent Helene shooting upward with a gasp. The slender girl panted slightly, soaked thoroughly in sweat. Her skin was hot to the touch, her chest smoldering slightly with left over heat from her dream as she sat there, struggling to orient herself. Another sharp knock drew the girl’s dark gaze to the door as she tilted her head slightly, squinting in the dimly lit room.
”M’lady? Are you awake?” The familiar voice of a woman called through the thick wood, soft and uncertain. Helene breathed a sigh of relief, shaking her shoulders slightly to loosen her aching muscles, pulling her hair up off her neck and fanning slightly as she did.
”Yes Janie, come in. I’ve just awakened,” She called to the disembodied voice. Soon enough, Helene’s beloved handmaid bustled through the door. A portly, stout woman, Janie just barely reached 5’2” on her tiptoes. Round and soft, the older woman of nearly 30 quickly set to work opening the curtains and spilling golden sunbeams across the room. The young princess yawned and stretched where she was, glancing down as a small, gray ball of fur brushed against her, rumbling warmly. She ran a tender hand over the cat’s spine, smiling with sleepy eyes and Rosie cheeks at Janine.
”Well, Princess, I’d say you slept quite well last night,” Janine remarked as she glanced at the pillows strewn haphazardly across the room. Helene gave a hollow laugh, shaking her hair loose as she not so gracefully tumbled free from her covers, kicking them to the side.
”Oh, just splendid,” She lied with a slight grin as she followed Janine over to her vanity. "You mean splendidly, my dear," Janine corrected as Helene gave a slight snort of contempt, tossing her head to dispel her hair from her eyes. She quickly scrubbed her flushed face with cool water from the basin before sitting down in an ornate chair with blush colored fabric, closing her eyes as Janine began to run a golden brush through her tangled chestnut curlicues to free them from each other’s grasp. This wasn't the first morning Helene had awakened from this scorching vision, and she was certain it wouldn't be her last. If Janine noticed the heat in her skin, she said nothing as she continued to groom the young girl, as was their routine every morning.
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 14, 2020 19:54:16 GMT -5
( yay! I’ll post a starter for Alistair tomorrow )
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Post by Amber on Jun 15, 2020 21:24:23 GMT -5
(Hi! So yesterday I basically got a job and went in for my first day today. I'll try and finish my stuff for Magus tonight, but I make no promises.)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 15, 2020 21:28:47 GMT -5
[ A l i s t a i r ]
The light filtering through the heavy curtains draped over the wide window in Alistair’s room drew him from sleep.
The prince of Velves stirred slightly, too deep in sleep to awaken swiftly; the night still clung to him, vague images of danger that disappeared like mist in the sunlight, leaving only lingering feelings. Finally, the bastard prince lurched into full awareness, sitting up halfway in his bed. The heavy comforter pooled about his waist, and the cooler air of the room brushed against the bare skin of his chest. In the distance, he could hear the bustle and life of the castle as it woke fully. With a sigh, Alistair rolled out of bed and stood, walking around the oversized bed to pull at the curtains. The sun had barely risen, with just a crest of light peeking over the horizon. Like usual, he’d awakened at dawn. Years of training in swordplay and caring for horses had set Alistair’s internal clock to a rigid schedule. Even if he’d wanted to sleep in, he couldn’t. He was awake now, so best get started with the day.
There was a knock at the door, and he heard the voice of one of the castle’s servants, asking if he was awake for the day. Alistair called out an affirmative and the servant opened the door, bustling in and greeting him. He flashed the man a half-smirk as the manservant pulled out an outfit for the day. Alistair moved towards the large looking glass and fussed over his blonde hair for a moment, ensuring that it was settled exactly as he wanted. He then waited as his servant – who was joined by two others – assisted in dressing him (which Alistair found a bit silly, considering he’d dressed himself since he was barely old enough to walk). One hour after sunrise, Alistair swept out of his room, giving the guards at the door a wide smile. Although he was a bastard, Alistair was well-liked among the common-folk, and the guards were no different. They bowed as Alistair passed, heading for the great hall, where his father would be.
The King wasn’t in the great hall, much to Alistair’s surprise; a bit of searching revealed the king’s location in his study, where the older man was stood over a wide table, decorated with a map of the various kingdoms of the continent. Surrounding the king was his advisors, of course; at the sound of the door opening, the king lifted his head to peer at his son.
“So you decide to join us at last, then,” the king said.
“I would’ve been here soon,” Alistair responded, “but that would cut into the time I’ve allotted to being late. Very important. Time well spent – or wasted, I suppose.”
The king sighed, shaking his head. “Always with your wily tongue.”
“That’s what I’m here for. Witty one-liners and disappointment.”
“Enough, Alistair. We have business to attend to. You have heard of Ladon’s princess, yes?”
“Yes… what was her name? It’s right on the tip of my tongue.” He clicked his fingers. “Helene! That’s it. Helene.”
“Yes, Helene,” the king said, clearly getting exasperated. “She’ll be coming of age soon, and there’s been a ball arranged for such an occasion. It’s also likely her father wants to find her a suitor.”
“Well, that’s nice. Parties are fun, especially if there’s wine to be found.”
The king slammed his palm on the table. “Enough!”
Alistair raised his hands in a placating gesture but didn’t say anything else. The king glared at his son, and Alistair held his gaze the whole time. Finally, the king seemed to settle a bit and sighed. “As I said, I suspect that Ladon’s king is searching for a suitor for his daughter, especially since she’ll soon be of age. For that reason, you will be attending this ball, Alistair.”
“Wait – what?” the prince snapped, surprised. Alistair narrowed his amber eyes at his father, a sickening feeling rising in his gut.
“You heard me,” the king said. “I expect you to go to Ladon and present yourself properly, Alistair. If you’re lucky, and if the gods smile down upon you, you’ll manage to convince Ladon’s king to pair his daughter off to you. It’s a far better match than you’ll ever deserve, boy, so be grateful.”
Be grateful? That you’re selling me off like some common merchandise – your own son? Alistair clenched his jaw, forcing himself to take a deep breath before he lost his temper. Generally, he was an easy-going person, and more often than not it served to do little more than piss his father off. Sure, the king was framing it as something good, but Alistair had a sneaking suspicion his father was trying to punish him. The king knew how much Alistair loathed being royalty, how much Alistair did not want to be king. And he seemed to take perverse pleasure in subjecting Alistair to the things he hated most.
Alistair cracked his jaw and inclined his head. He reached for the humor that served as his shield. He squinted and sniffed, as though tears were pooling in his eyes. “I understand, father. I’m being sent away – how kind of you. I will remember your generosity.” The king sighed and waved, dismissing him.
“Go prepare for the journey. You’ll leave at half-light.”
Alistair offered his father a rather dramatic, overstated bow and backed out of the room. Once the door swung shut, he swore to himself beneath his breath. Great. Just great. Of all the ways to start the day, this wasn’t even on his list.
Oh, Alistair certainly understood why the king was sending him. The union of two kingdoms was definitely worth trying, as it tended to solidify alliances and bring about stability. It was also an easy way to grab at power, but Alistair wasn’t interested in that. He just wanted to live his life by his own choices, but he was bound by blood and duty. He understood both.
Born a bastard, and now a prince, all thanks to his blood. It seemed his heritage was going to haunt him for the rest of his days.
With a sigh, Alistair headed back towards his rooms, resigning himself to his duty.
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ℊℓоω
ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Jun 16, 2020 3:22:30 GMT -5
A pair of horses cantered up the road. Their elegant legs made long shadows cast in morning light. Atop them sat a brother and a sister. They were dressed for riding: the male in wore leather gear and the sister in a structured gray riding gown. They rode in familiar, if somewhat tense silence. He was more stoic than his usual persona--he was tired from the ride, his sister guessed. He had not spoken to her all morning. He hates this kind of thing, Cynder thought to herself. If he had his way, we wouldn’t be here right now. He did, however, address the guards at the gate of the palace. The siblings’ horses came to a reluctant stop, tossing their heads and neighing in protest.
“We’re Prince Ransom and Princess Cynder of House Tanit,” he announced, for the guards had reached for their weapons at the sight of two unknown riders.
“Prince?” guffawed the guard, and it was clear for a moment that he could not tell if it was a joke. He pushed back his visor and looked the pair up and down, dark eyes skeptical. His mouth curled into a questioning smile. “Then where is your travelling party? And your banner?”
Ransom looked back over his shoulder, feigning shock. “Are they not with us?” he shrugged his broad shoulders then cast an amused glance in the direction of his sister.
“You’re so forgetful, Ran! How could we travel across three kingdoms and forget our servants!” scolded Cynder who fell step with her brother’s joke without missing a beat.
The guard’s smirk faded, bemused. “Should I call for my captain?” he asked.
“No need,” replied Ransom, giving his horse a light kick in the side. He reached into the pocket of his trousers then tossed the guard a shiny gold coin. It glinted brilliantly in the light as the guard examined it in his palm. The side facing up had an imprint of the famous Needle Keep. The guard’s eyes widened as he realized his mistake. He had been insolent to the real prince and princess! He cast his eyes up to apologize only to find that the horses were already passing through the gate.
“Our sigil is on the back!” he heard the princess call. He mutely turned the coin over and traced the delicately raised image with the tip of his thumb. A golden raven with a sprig of nettles in its talons. When the guard pried his eyes away from the glinting piece, he found his companion gawking at him in envy but the prince and princess were already gone.
As they trotted into the shadowy embrace of the castle walls, Cynder could not help but stare at the magnificent sight. The palace was far more sprawling and impressive than their own, built both to astonish visitors and to protect the royal family it housed. Cynder had been there before, but something about the morning light made it all the more beautiful. It was buzzing like a beehive--workers bustled about carrying elaborate flower arrangements and leading fat pigs for the night’s feast.
“May I take your horse, m’lady?” asked an inquisitive voice. Cynder nodded and slid down from her horse, handing the reins to the dapper stable boy. Her pale eyes were delayed in finding his face. Once they did, they betrayed a face of sharpness and wry humor.
“Have my saddlebags sent to my room as quickly as you’re able.” she instructed. “I don’t think the princess would appreciate if I arrived at the ball in my travel clothes. Though perhaps it would make for a good conversation starter.”
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 16, 2020 17:48:45 GMT -5
[ ahhh this is all so exciting! loving your characters already omg : )
Amber no worries really! if you want to delay responding until the ball or if you need some extra time, just let us know : ) jobs are exciting, so congrats! <3 ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 17, 2020 19:53:16 GMT -5
( ^^ )
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 18, 2020 21:43:56 GMT -5
[ Starchaser no worries dear!! starters are hard; once the ball gets rolling, things will flow much easier : ) do what you can ok? ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 19, 2020 13:15:34 GMT -5
(( mattress shopping. Fun ))
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jun 19, 2020 18:03:36 GMT -5
[ mattress shopping sounds like the perfect time to take a nap xD ]
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Jun 19, 2020 19:40:44 GMT -5
( lol xD my mom wants to redo one of the bedrooms and wants to put 2 twins in there so we went to look at some )
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