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A kings' political marriage plan- closed

I'm doing fine, thank you.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

"What's this then?" Morgaine asks the strange little creatures, they're crawling toward her in a mass, each doing their part to lift a portion of what must be an incredibly heavy sheet of paper for them. She was tempted to simply grab it and read it, but stopped. Remember, must always remember. She reached up to her hood and pulled it over her head, a movement reported by the clinking of charms. The hood focuses the mind and blocks out lies. Then, at last, she leaned over, grabbing at the paper at first, but finding it as similarly incorporeal as the creatures themselves. Groaning, she finally decides to crouch and read the paper as it is presented mere finger-lengths above the ground.

"Companionship," Morgaine mutters. She had borne a habit of whispering along the words as she read. Reading for her, as for most in her home, was not a near-instinctual skill, as it seemed to be for many in the more urban Yharnam. To be able to read letters and divine their meaning in a single glance was a marvel to her, as if they were hearing the words said to them as they read. "Companionship," she said again, looking incredulously around her. Standing back up to her full height, she could survey the chamber again with more clarity. It was as she had first seen; everyone here seems to be either dead, near dead, or passed out. "Well, this best be worth the time." Stumbling a bit, she manages with the help of leaning on the other patients' beds to manoeuvre herself to the far end of the room, near to the door leading out.

Finally, her motor skills were returning to her. She began practicing for a few minutes, taking slow, jittery steps without assistance by her hands. Those transitioned in a few moments to confident walking steps. Her arms came next, a few stretching exercises and wiggling her fingers until they felt somewhat responsive. Then, the moment of truth, as she laid a hand on the door and pushed. It didn't respond, until she realized with a little embarrassment that it opened inwards via use of the doorknob. Strange, where had she come to the idea of pushing on it? "Well, one mustn't allow companionship to wait. So long, creatures," she said, mostly to herself, before finally opening the door and stepping through.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

What does everyone envision to be the time period equivalent for the rp setting? I feel like this would clear up a lot of future confusion.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Vyarin could only look on, in shock, as the intruder blasted open the doors, immobilizing the house guards of his host with but a flick of his wrist. Vyarin's hand went to his belt, pulling the shashka from his belt with a whisper-sound of steel. Within the second, Brudzkon was at his side, blade also in hand.

"Prince of Princes, your command," said Brudzkon, quietly. Vyarin considered it, but alas, all he could imagine was despair. He was in no condition to fight. Perhaps he never will be. Unless he squints very hard, he can't tell exactly if the interloper king was within lunging distance or not. The courtiers surrounding the two of them backed away, creating a small clearing for the two men of Prozdy. An unlucky few looked frozen as statues, caught between Vyarin and the shaman king.

"If any fighting should begin . . ." Vyarin began.

"Of course," Brudzkon said, nodding and stepping forward to put his admittedly smaller body in the way of any potential spells.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

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Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Morgaine awoke with a gasp, a deep breath of air reminding her now-stirring form that it was not yet dead. Her eyes still closed to the world, she spent the next few moments re-learning to breathe, slowly, steadily. She had not died there, at least she didn't think she did. However, she had fallen into a void of sleep so deep she may as well have been. With an arm that almost creaked with the strain, she pulled her hand up to grasp her head. Yes, her tangled hair was still there, its bun having come loose somehow. It did not matter how, that can always be fixed later, when her strength returns. Behind her hair . . . the reassuring feel of cloth. Without looking, she could tell its colour, and the familiar weight upon her back. How fortunate that she hadn't lost her greatest protection. Well, nothing left to do but open her eyes.

When at last she did, Morgaine wished she had kept them closed. A nightmare, that was the most succinct word for it. Blood and guts lay scattered about the floor, staining the wood reddish brown. Worse still were the creatures, scuttling about her like maggots on a corpse. She was not a corpse! With a half-asleep swipe, she slapped a few off of her body, and they dropped with a low chortle into the ground, passing through it like air. Was the ground itself but an illusion? Feeling was coming back now, as she stretched her fingers on the other hand. Grasping the sides of the bed firmly, she arose into a sitting position, to take stock of her surroundings.

The room was large, and sparsely adorned. It reminded her more of a wartime field hospital. People in rows, columns, some clearly dead, some who appear undamaged. Some she doubted severely were human at all, with their strange veiny appearance and pallid complexion. One most disturbingly not human at all, or at least not completely. A vaguely mannish body with otherwise-comical dimensions, long wide palms that ended in claws, attached to spindly arms covered in an animal's hair. A portruding jaw that housed rows of jagged round teeth. A demon, straight from a fairy tale.

"Well go'on then, ye," she half-whispered, to herself. "Can't be sitting around forever." She then pushed herself off of her cot, her legs hanging off hitting the ground with a clean tap. So, this is how a hunter's life begins.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Alright I think my sheet is ready to be scrutinized. Do you have a plan as for how to integrate a late joiner like myself into the story with the other players?

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Oh, thank you. I'll continue tinkering with the sheet.

Night of the Hunt - a Bloodborne RP

Morgaine, False Paleblood Hunter

Name: Morgaine Geiradot
Race: False Paleblood Hunter
Appearance: Preferably, the only thing a blood-drunk lunatic out on the hunt would see of Morgaine is the flash of her blade. Alas, not all those out on the night of the hunt are beasts. To those with the wits about them to recognize a fellow human and hunter, Morgaine appears to them an inscrutable figure, cloaked in a forest colour, which in the grey-brown streets of Yharnam is quite awkwardly perceptible. With her hood pulled back, she cuts a far less intimidating figure, revealing a tanned, almost browned face, lined with tangled brown hair tied loosely in a bun upon her head. Her face is somewhat pudgy and she leans more on the stout side than the lean in build. In the quiet streets as she walks, she tinkles lightly, a testament to the many charms and trinkets pinned to the inside of her cloak and on her clothes. On a night of the hunt, it pays not to compromise on matters of luck.
Height: 160 cm
Weight: 60 kg
Clothes: Dressed not dissimilarly to the local Yharnamite populace, but with the addition of the common hood and half-cloak of dark green. In her foreign land, though not so far from Yharnam, it is thought that the colour darkened the soul, becoming untraceable to the beast scourge, and the hood blocked out illusory light, leaving only the truth to be seen.
Background: The city is a strange place for Morgaine. Her upbringing lies in a small village, so small it does not have a name. The people there were reliant on their own strength to make their livings, in the field or in the woods. The community was insular, and given how much their livelihoods depended on good fortune, were given to superstition. Charms, naturalistic rituals, and reverence for the natural world have each imparted their respective wisdoms on Morgaine, lending her an eye that seeks out meaning and a heart that rests on vigour. She grew up strong in those environs, and no stranger to horror. The woods bred beasts, so it was said, that smelled blood coursing through veins. She learned quickly to keep her charms close. That was before the affliction struck her in her new adulthood, tearing through both her body and her soul. She traveled to Yharnam in search of the healing blood, incurring a debt to the Church that could only be paid by service as a hunter on this the night of the hunt.

I noticed the group doesn't use the Char tab. Is this by intention?

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

What does everyone (whose characters are in the palace) think about progressing the scene? I think the current one is nearly exhausted of rp potential.