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evershadow said
@Ayesha: How about a Dryad or Nymph of some sort? They are known for being malicious. As well as this considering most people at the Hallows Inn have had bad experiences with the Drakenwald, and some may even feel trapped by the woods. A forest spirit such as a Dryad or Nymph (known for being shape-shifters, usually between tree like folk and human folk). would probably be seen in a similar fashion to how you wanted your Troll to be seen.


That would work for me. I'll have to do some research and edit my IC post to fit accordingly. Thanks for the suggestion. For now I'll edit my IC post and make a note that the "Troll" will be edited out to be Nymph. I can't do the full edit right now because I have a job interview to get to!
evershadow said
Well normally you do wait for approval before posting IC. Common courtesy. But, that post was pretty impressive for a casual role-play and I like your CS. I do not like the troll's appearance, trolls are much uglier, dark looking creatures than that (in the world that is envisioned here). Think LOTR Cave troll type things. They are also dumb and brute.


Thanks! Okay than I need to change him into a different " humanoid creature" that might be misunderstood as "Bad" but is not bad, and can shape shift. Any ideas? Please don't take my first post as how I will post every time. I'm very rusty with role playing and this would be my first group. Sorry again for posting IC. I got confused.
Hey, thanks! It's good to know. I beat myself up about post lengths when I can't match the words of my partner. I have my on and off moments. lol
Forsythe said
... Arlia was taken advantage of by one of her male servants....Wouldn't there be guards or something like that? Hard to imagine a servant could do something like that to a member of royal family...


Guards can be negligent. The other servants took care of him, by the way. Oh well, anyways, that's that. Sorry if it seems like a dumb character.
Sorry, I posted in the IC already. Was I supposed to wait? Confused since I have never done a group rp before.
Princess Arlia felt tears falling down her cheeks. She looked over at her sister, twin sister to be exact, though the world knew nothing about her. For years, Princess Arlia and Fiona were kept from each other, all because of the breeding violation their parents had committed. Each family from her kingdom were allowed one male and one female child. The King and Queen had to set an example and uphold this law.

The twins only knew about each other because one of the kitchen maids had told them the truth on her death bed. Princess Arlia's sister had always lived and worked within the castle. They looked exactly alike, except for their hair. Princess Arlia had red hair, and Fiona had blonde hair. It had always been a fantasy of theirs to switch places, though neither had been brave enough. Now just barely seventeen, Princess Arlia found herself in trouble. She was pregnant, though through no fault of her own. She had been mistreated by a male servant. No matter the reason, they were forbidden to carry a child before they were wed.

“If we don't switch now, you'll be punished,” Fiona said, fear making her normally soft voice, loud and agitated. “This is your chance to go beyond the walls.”

“I know, but it will be just as risky for me out there as it would be in here.”

A pregnant girl, alone in the world would be picked off quickly; Arlia had sense enough to know that. The world out there scared and excited her at the same time.

“I know, but there are steps to take. Mr. Wilber can forge the exact papers you need for a wedding certificate. If asked, all you've got to do is say your husband went missing after going on a hunting trip.” Fiona 's idea would keep her from being thrown into prison for breaking the forbidden taboo, but it would not save her from people and things that prey on the helpless.

With the help of the kitchen staff, and other people who worked in the castle, Fiona and Princess Arlia traded places. It challenged both of them; they had to learn each others way of living in less than a week. Princess Arlia also had to make a big show of coloring her hair to match Fiona 's so nobody would question the pretend princess's hair color whenever Arlia left the castle.
Her satchel backed with important belongings, including her fake marriage licensee, Arlia hid beneath a pile of palace trash as she left the castle walls for the first time in seventeen years. She didn't even care that the cart smuggling her smelled so horrible. It felt like a bittersweet escape.

For a while, she just wandered around the village, getting familiar with the various shops. She smiled when she found an inn. All her strength fled her body, whether from the thing inside her or from the excitement of the day, she did not know. Before going to the inn, Princess Arlia walked into the cover of woods. Magnificent trees surrounded the whole village. Trees so tall, it hurt her neck to look up at them.

She found the stream of water she had been looking for. It amazed her how the vary same stream had hidden with her behind the castle walls and now here it was, as free as she found herself. She set down next to the water. She had a lot of time to sit and think. Her name had to go. Fiona called her Lia, her shortened name, so from now on that would be who she was. Her fake marriage license even said so. "Lia Windthorn married to Nathaniel Finnegan." The dates and everything else were smudged. The fake license looked as if it had become wet quite a few times, though it had the seal that proved it was real, even if the seal itself was fake.

"I'm now Lia Windthorn Finnegan." Lia lay on her stomach and ducked her head in the water, washing out the dye she had used to fool her parents into thinking she and Fiona were the same person. Now Fiona with her natural blonde hair ruled as the princess and Lia with her natural red hair was just another homeless wanderer. At least with the trade there would not be a big commotion about there being a missing princess and who would really care about a missing kitchen maid? Lia stood and shook her hair until it stopped dripping. To anyone looking, she probably looked crazy. She did not care. Walking over to a tree, she leaned against it and breathed deeply.

The tree let out a grumbled yell that sounded like "Getoruffme," making Lia jump away. Her heart pounding, and cheeks flushed, she looked up at what now looked nothing like a real tree. Blossom petals burst into the air all around Lia and the tree and before she knew it the shape of a young, very beautiful girl was standing before her.

"I beg your pardon," Lia said, not knowing how else to handle this.

"I am a tree spirit. I live in the trees, young lady." The tree spirit glided around Lia, looking her up and down as if calculating if she was worthy to talk to. "Your people know me as Dryad."

Lia turned pale. She had heard stories about Dryads. Some were not so good. They were very protective of their forest and could be ruthless if needed. This one looked like a normal human being, except she was far too flawless.

"Why have you shown yourself to me?" Lia asked hesitantly.

"I sense life within you. I have to stay linked to life or my existence will be forfeit. I want to leave, explore the world. You will allow me to come with you. If you agree, I will protect you and the life inside you."

"I thought your kind had to stay connected to a tree, the forest in general?"

"That may be true, but I am not pure blooded." She grimaced. "Though I'm loathe to admit."

'Do I have a choice? She does not seem like she'll give me a choice and it would be nice to have a protector. I know nothing about the real world...' Lia bit down on her lower lip. "What can I call you?"

"Willow is the name humans may call me. I was born near a willow tree many, many years ago."

“I am A... Lia Finnegan.”

She nodded. “Then we are in agreement. You will let me go wherever you go?”

"Will I ever be allowed my pricacy and for how long will you want to "travel" with me?"

"I will give you your privacy as I understand the need, and I will travel with you bore me."

From that day on, the Dryad kept her word. She went with Lia, protecting her from bandits, keeping her out of harms way and just helping her survive. The human part of Willow was opening more and more as the days went on. They were getting tired of walking and just wanted a place where they could be welcome, where nobody felt any ill will toward Dryads, because it was very true that a lot of travelers had bad experiences with them in the past. Most of the time this had to do with when someone tried to harm their forest. It was only natural that the Dryads would react.

It was a month after she first met Willow that Lia stumbled upon such a place, or so she hoped. It looked like a little inn in the clearing of the forest they had been traveling in.

"I do not smell any danger in the air. We shall stop here, Princess."

"Don't call me that," Lia said, eying the clearing a little nervously. It was now or never. She looked over at Willow, who had tried to take on a more natural human shape, meaning she had made her flawless looks look a little less flawless.
I might tentatively step in.... Are trolls allowed? They don't eat humans, I promise!

Name: Lia (Formally Princess Arlia)
Age:17
Race: Human
Sexuality: ? Does not have a fondness for men, so who knows!
Class: ?
Trinkets: A fake marriage license so she won't be punished for having a baby without a husband, her bag of coins and jewels she took with her from the palace.
Armor/Weapons: Nothing, but a heavy bag full of coins and jewels



Bio: Arlia was taken advantage of by one of her male servants. She is now pregnant. She has to switch places with her twin sister so that she can escape the castle walls and avoid punishment for the taboo of being pregnant before being married. The only reason she has a twin to switch with is because of the Breeding Laws in her kingdom. Each family are allowed only one male child and one female child. The king and queen are very strict with upholding laws, or at least pretending to, so when they had twin daughters, one of them was hidden away and given to the kitchen staff to raise. Arlia found out about her sister through the words of her favorite maid when she was on her death bed. The twins quickly became close and each were willing to switch so that Arlia would not be pushed, because even as princess, she could still be punished.

Name: Willow
Age: Unknown
Race: Half-Dryad
Sexuality: Does not have any sexuality taboos that humans have.
Class: Archer, Elemental Mage
Trinkets: No trinkets
Armor/weapons: Elemental magic and can materialize a bow and arrow made from leaves and twigs.


Dryad form



Human form, though they look more like elves, with the pointy ears. She is half dryad half human.

Bio: Willow is a half-dryad. Her father was human and her mother a full blooded tree spirit. She has a love for nature, though is not tied down to any tree, unlike her mother. She longs for the human life her father had, though she does not know who he is. She seems standoffish, even cold at first, because she does not have much experience in socializing with other people. She is still considered a youngling by Dryad standards, though by human standards, she looks and acts like an adult.

Willow's mother's tree was cut down many years ago, her mother dying with the tree. She has no ill will toward humans or other races, but holds hatred for the ones responsible for her mothers death. She knows those responsible are long gone from this world. Since she loves nature and life in general, she found a way to stay by it, yet still get out into the world. This is why she has attached herself to the young mother to be and her child.

Most half-dryads tend to follow the ways of goodness. Their humanoid parentage will often influence how they go about expressing it. Often, those with an elven parent are chaotic, and those with human parents are neutral. On average, half-dryads are neutral and good.
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Sample of the part of the first post:

Before all this started, Remy had been a rookie cop with The LAPD, West Bureau, Pacific Division. He had only ever been on a serious case two times that involved shooting his gun. Around him, the forest was deadly silent, save for a few whistling birds that were up high in the treetops. He walked through them, looking for the town he knew was nearby.

What he had just stumbled upon reminded him of a gruesome movie; something he would never imagine seeing for real, even in his line of work. On the forest floor, lay three rotted bodies of adults and two children, a boy and a girl. The man had obviously been turned somehow. His face was distorted, nose smashed in, one ear missing and long trails of blood going down his cheeks.

On closer inspection, he realized those blood trails were deep claw marks.

Had the man done it to himself or had one of his companions done it while fighting for their life? The man looked like he was in his 40s. He had a fit body, seen through the tattered and bloody clothes he wore. His skin had the sickly pale, almost green/yellow look some of the creatures took on. The bulging of his eyes would have made a man with a weak stomach puke in the bushes. Both were popped out, hanging by only a thin strand of tissue. One was half deflated, blood and ooze dripping from it.

The world has changed..

When he saw the news on the television, he hadn't believed it at first. That had been several months ago and somehow he was still alive. He no longer considered himself a rookie, though. He was just a freelance guy, trying to make it in a world gone mad. The blood and grime on the corpse's face almost matched the amount that clung to the cop's face.

Subconsciously, he started to pick at the blood on his face, being reminded of how he needed to wash soon or he would attract unwanted attention.

Looking at the next body, he sighed. It was a lady. She did not look like she had turned. She was young, not much older than him. Her red hair laid around her head almost like a halo. She was nearly in perfect condition. He bent down on his knees and looked closer. What had killed her? This was when he realized she was not a redhead at all. The red he had mistaken for her hair was her blonde locks soaked through with blood. He gently nudged her to the side and sure enough she had a bullet wound in the back of her skull. The whole back of her head was completely gone, leaving a gaping hole that her mass of blood soaked curls hid.

((So yeah, blood and gore descriptions warning ))
She had just finished another painting on her walls. Rapunzel looked up at it with fondness in her eyes. It was the painting of a star shape, something she always painted and was always in her dreams. She was clueless as to what it meant. Mother Gothel never praised her paintings, at least not the ones of the star. It was like she hated them, or they were invisible to her, because she never even looked at them.

Rapunzel sighed. Pascal squeaked and then patted her on the shoulder. The blonde walked over to her tower window and set on the ledge. She looked down and swallowed. It was a long way down. She knew that if she really tried, she could get down. Her hair alone would help her do so. Her hair was an oddity. It grew very fast and was so long that it had to be braided in just the right way if she wanted it to stay off the ground. Right now it flowed free, seeming to take up all the space in the tower. Mother Gothel said she could never cut it. Her hair was magical and if she cut it the magic would be gone. She did not understand why she was magical, but it had always been that way. She could heal any wound, using her hair and a magic song and could even make someone look young again. Mother Gothel was growing old, each time she this happened, she came to Rapunzel and asked to be made young again. She did not want to die. Rapunzel did not want her mother to die, either.

She loved her mother so much, but she wanted out of her nest, so to speak. She was ready. She really was, but it terrified her. All she knew of the real world came to her in the story books her mother brought her. The stories her mother told were also very scary. Bandits, thugs, evil beings, and the list went on.

"Will I ever get the courage to take the leap, Pascal?"

"Will I ever meet someone other than Mother?" She moved away from the window, set in her favorite chair and faced her wall of paintings. Pascal buried himself under her hair and started to snore peacefully. She wished she could feel as peaceful as the little guy. But than again, Pascal did come and go. Mother Gothel could not stop him from doing his animal stuff in the outside world. Oh how she envied him.
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