Worlds Collide Medieval RP (Warning, LONG Intro, but worth it!)

[Taiylor Wallace]

Where... am I?
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Your eyes open to the blue sky, dotted with wispy white clouds in swirling patterns. The air smells of grass, of fresh, untouched earth, and of nature itself. Nothing like the gas, the fumes, and the smoke of the city you were in- which felt like only seconds ago- and certainly nothing like anything you'd ever smelled before. And to see the clear sky, unframed by skyscrapers and free of planes and smog... it was gorgeous. But how? After all, you'd been inside only a moment ago... In an old, decrepit library that was selling all its books so that the old woman who owned it could retire at age 80. The poor woman had only been hanging on by a thread, and even with the money from the books, she'd never make it a whole year, even if she survived that long in her illnesses.
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You'd gone to the library from your apartment in Boston, where you and your three roomates lived in relative harmony amidst the concrete jungle. You'd heard that the old lady needed the money, that the library was required to be destroyed as it was falling apart. You took pity, and went to buy a book on your meager college-kid-budget, and you'd found an old leatherbound beauty with silver leaf letters that read: Andenomaya. You didn't even have to look inside the book to know this was the one you wanted. When you brought it to the old woman, she nearly cried as she had at having to sell all the other books, but this one really hit her hard. She smiled though, that you would take an old tome that, the old woman said, "... no one's read that old thing since, oh, let me think back... Almost 1950. That was when I last read it, I couldn't put it down." She hoped you'd take care of it, and gave you a good price. You went on your way.
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You got home and forgot about the dusty old volume until your spunky female roomate, Dana Burke, was digging through your bag (she had no sense of personal property) and found it. She blabbered about it and how pretty it was, but she never read it. But now that you remembered it... you decided to set aside a Saturday when your three roomates were all gone, to read it.
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It took a month for that to happen, and by then, you were excited to see what this Andenomaya held.
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You settled on the couch, only the distant hum of traffic in the streets and your stereo on low for sound, and you opened to the first page... And it was a journal. You'd bought someone's journal from the library. It looked ancient, though, probably three times as old as the woman who'd sold it to you. It looked like it should've been in a museum, not your college-kid apartment. Even so, you couldn't help looking to the clear cursive handwriting on the first pages.
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This journal is the property of Kalabar Andenomaya IX. Whoever reads this once it is finished, know that you are about to go on a journey with me in a grand place called Strahlholm. And know as well that, though many things in this story may seem fantastical to you... it is all completely and wholly true and unexaggerated...
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You spent the rest of the evening reading about this Kalabar, who was a young man at the time, a weak young page of sixteen, and his lord knight, Sir Harlo. They traveled far and wide, and gathered a whole posse of allies. One, a berserker axeman called Hawk. Another, a young mage (and Kalabar's secret love for most of the story until he finally admits his love) named Selana. With them, much later, also came a dashing Robin Hood-like forester called Will, and a lethal beauty of an assassin named Valencia and her airship-pirate husband Balan.
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There were great mythical creatures, from a noble and gentle Chimera, to wise and sometimes tempramental dragons. Goblins, orcs, dwarves, witches, drakes, they were all thereand even mysterious tribal people, all werewolves, weretigers, and many other types of werecreature. By the end of the story, Kalabar had become a King of Strahlholm after raising a revolution to overthrow the evil Emperor, and Kalabar split the empire back into its respective kingdoms. He married his Selana, and he gave his thanks in the form of freedoms and land to his allies. Hawk returned north despite nearly having died in the final battle, Will served Kalabar as his head forester, and Valencia and Balan, both heavily wounded in battle, were pardoned from their crimes, only to go off on their magic-powered airship and continue doing what they had always done before. Sir Harlo had died to protect his allies in the last fight, and was buried near his home in southern Strahlholm. Kalabar had four children, and, as the journal ended, Kalabar was in his late nineties. His final passages read as such:
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I'm close onto one-hundred now, and I know my time is near. I have beautiful children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. My dear Selana has passed on before me, and she beckons me to follow. I've had an adventurous life, full and rich with good and bad. I hope my fight has made a difference, and that the world will not forget that, in the face of tyranny, only one must stand up for what is right, and the rest will be bravened by him and follow. Never forget that one voice makes the difference, as that one voice calls the rest to battle.
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It is time, but before I go, I must speak to you personally, whoever you are. If you have read my journal, you must've been drawn to it. Wherever you are, and whenever you are, know that this did not happen for no reason. I know I said at the beginning that this entire story is true, and it is, but know that Strahlholm is not a part of your world. It is a different Earth where the creatures of legend roam, and you must go there. You were drawn to my journal because something has gone terribly wrong- Selana once linked this book to the health of my kingdom. If you are reading this, Strahlholm is in terrible danger. When you think yourself ready, light this book on fire, and it will take you there without destroying the pages. Use what is in these pages to help you find your allies. All the descendants of my party will be loyal to the one who holds the book.
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Good luck, my dear friend. Please, if you cannot fight, then send someone who can. Don't let the kingdom I saved be ruined. Farewell.
-King Kalabar Andenomaya IX.
You remember the story, and you laughed at the end. Crazy old man. But hardly a week later, you became curious but also in a mood to prove the man crazy. So you went outside, found an alleyway trashcan, lit the book on fire, and dropped it in.
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Here you are. Serves you right.
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Off in the distance, you see what looks to be a city, but there are no skyscrapers. The tallest thing looks to be... a belltower. You're laying in the grass, but near you is a worn old dirt road. There are no dirt roads anywhere near Boston central. So... maybe the man wasn't so crazy, or you drank too much last night and ended up a hell of a ways away from Boston.
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(And now I switch to third-person mode)
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And to top it all off, now there's a man in his fourties getting down from a wagon to come over and stare at you. "Ya'll right, there, kiddo?" He spoke with what to you sounded like an Irish country accent. He had a kind face, almost looked Amish with his beard lacking a mustache and his wide-brimmed hat. He wore a white tunic, belted about the waist, with loose leggings, tall boots, and a brown apron. His belt held all manner of tools. His wagon was loaded with baskets of apples and a couple bushels of wheat and corn. He chuckled, "Come on, up ya get."
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My Requirements:
You can be M/F, I don't mind which, but the idea is that they're a city kid and they have been all their life. Relatively young, too, please. College-age or so.
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I prefer proper grammar and a relatively nice handle on spelling.
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Godmodding... no. Occassionally, there will be a point where one of us wants something to happen and requires momentary control of the other's characters, and all it takes is a quick PM to ask. I WILL go for it if it's reasonable or horribly dastardly.
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I love blood. I love killing people. I hope you don't mind, I'm a cruel bitch.
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Try to put up a paragraph or more, though I understand that interaction-heavy scenes will be shorter. That's totally okay!
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I will rp by thread or PM, but I prefer thread.
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I HATE CHARACTER SHEETS. You should be describing them IN POSTS, not on a sheet. Kills the story, I swear it does.
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Alright, there you go! If you're interested, PM me with a quick sample of your previous work!
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Oh, and, uh... That there bit in white with the farmer is the first post for you to run with as you please.

[Esper]

Sure, but a few questions.

What tech level are you working with here?
What magic level are you working with here?
How realistic are looking to be?

[Taiylor Wallace]

Technology is going to be just after the advent of cannons, so no smaller guns. No electricity or modern comforts.
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Magic is pretty rare here, but it IS possible. Witches, gotta love 'em.
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Realism sucks XD We've got werecreatures, dragons, purple people eaters... kidding on the last one.

[Esper]

You seem to be misunderstanding. Do the things that exist there have a reason for being there or is it that you threw them in there because you felt like it?

It's your world that you've meshed out so it's easy to justify that dragons are simply hyper evolved lizards in example. Lycanthropy can be tackled many ways. Is one bitten/scratched to become a Lycanthrope? Does one pass it along in their DNA? Is it attainable with magic?

[Taiylor Wallace]

Oh, you're thinking of this in a realist's standpoint, I think. Werecreatures are races of people, and they're not just half wolf either, they can be all sorts of animals. They are always in that form, they were never humans and never will be. They act like humans wih just a couple more animalistic tendencies and then they of course have one acute sense or another. Humans can't become werecreatures... well, I guess they could if you magicked them into it, but that's not my point. The idea is that they've been around almost as long as humans and they live alongside humans as fellow people, some even marry humans. Now the dragons are meant to be an ancient race, as they often are considered to be in a lot of stories, and they're very wise. They live generally alone, though they will interact with people if the situation calls for it. They can speak to humans and tend to be the calm sort. All of my races have a purpose, and the dragons' purpose generally falls within the eventual imparting of some wisdom or showing of care to a broken person. I have a particular dragon I like named Hinden, who I've used to effectively guide, shelter, and protect characters before.

[Esper]

Sounds like a solid concept then. Count me in. How many characters do you intend for each of us to control?

[Taiylor Wallace]

That's entirely your choice, though I tend to use a lot because I like a well-fleshed out story. All I need to know is if your main character is guy or girl, and you can have at it. And I must note that you've got to remember: your character has never seen the likes of this new world, and never seen werecreatures or any of this world's other inhabitants before. A freakout is in order, I believe, or whatever you so choose. And I imagine an adjustment from 2000's city life to the equivalent of about 1300's medieval town will be a tough one.
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Also, I adore your username. Just sayin'.

[Esper]

That's entirely your choice, though I tend to use a lot because I like a well-fleshed out story. All I need to know is if your main character is guy or girl, and you can have at it. And I must note that you've got to remember: your character has never seen the likes of this new world, and never seen werecreatures or any of this world's other inhabitants before. A freakout is in order, I believe, or whatever you so choose. And I imagine an adjustment from 2000's city life to the equivalent of about 1300's medieval town will be a tough one.
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Also, I adore your username. Just sayin'.

The fantasy nerd in me would love to be taken back to a time where my wealth of useless knowledge is valuable. If anything I would be like "This is so awesome."

Fem by the way.

[Taiylor Wallace]

You and me both! But I think I'd freak out first, then be a nerd later. That's just me. I'll put up the thread?

[Esper]

You and me both! But I think I'd freak out first, then be a nerd later. That's just me. I'll put up the thread?

Of course