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No I love the dwarves! They were a wonderful surprise. I hope they continue to be nice ha. Would suck for Sam to have continuously negative experiences with everyone she meets in Eldonia/the Five Kingdoms. She and Dorothea need some friends.
I'm sure Dorothea's had a very stressful time lately and her edginess is slightly justified~
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Call me cars. Or vroom. Or carsgovroom. Just another 20-something girl on the World Wide Web. I suppose I'd be considered a veteran RPer with probably a decade of RPing experience whose looking to have a bit of fun.
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Sam's shocked expression quickly faded into a bit of a bemused smile as she watched the little man, and when another voice rang out she stepped out of the room she had been hiding in to peer down the hall to see two more dwarves, another male and a female, standing around the unconscious Marshal. They explained how they had seen the Jockal attacking her before she had been found by the Marshal and brought here, and then how they orchestrated their rescue. From the sound of it these three were not allied with the Queen, and Sam allowed herself to hope that they had found friends, or at least people who would help them.
She felt herself smile a bit more as she observed the bickering between the male who had knocked at the door and the female, and didn't feel surprised when he introduced them as brother and sister. He had swept the hat off of his head and bowed, an action that made Sam blush a little despite herself, and introduced himself as Alphonse, his sister as Coralie, and their friend, who was sitting on the Marshal's chest, as Florian. She looked over at him to see his wave and she returned the smile before taking another look at the three rescuers. "It's lovely to meet all of you. My name's Sam," she told them, her tone grateful but she remained wary. They had sprung her from imprisonment, or what likely would have become imprisonment, but so far her experiences in this world had taught her to be initially cautious. Though she didn't want to believe the worst of them,
Something brushed against her leg and made a purring sound. Relief washed over her as Sam looked down to see Dorothea free of her cage and unscathed. "Dorothea! You're alright!" She knelt down, almost ready to pick up the cat, but she remembered that she was actually a princess and wondered if it would be appropriate. So instead she ran her fingers lightly along the fur on her back.
Alphonse spoke up again and Sam looked up to consider him as he offered her an invitation to dinner. She hadn't thought of food in hours, and it had felt like ten years had passed since she had eaten that Chinese take out at the office with Jane. She was famished, and as she looked into the hopeful face of Alphonse and over to where Coralie and Florian were preparing to carry the Marshal she let herself trust them a little more. Besides it was dark and they were still in the woods and couldn't get anywhere without help anyway. "I am hungry," Sam said in agreement, returning the smile as she gathered up Dorothea to set her back onto her shoulder once again. "And supper sounds so great. I'd be glad to accept your invitation. After all you did rescue me. And my cat."
She glanced over to the two dwarves carrying the unconscious man and looked back at Alphonse. "I'm guessing you three aren't very big fans of the witch. What are you going to do with him?" Sam gestured towards the Marshal.
She felt herself smile a bit more as she observed the bickering between the male who had knocked at the door and the female, and didn't feel surprised when he introduced them as brother and sister. He had swept the hat off of his head and bowed, an action that made Sam blush a little despite herself, and introduced himself as Alphonse, his sister as Coralie, and their friend, who was sitting on the Marshal's chest, as Florian. She looked over at him to see his wave and she returned the smile before taking another look at the three rescuers. "It's lovely to meet all of you. My name's Sam," she told them, her tone grateful but she remained wary. They had sprung her from imprisonment, or what likely would have become imprisonment, but so far her experiences in this world had taught her to be initially cautious. Though she didn't want to believe the worst of them,
Something brushed against her leg and made a purring sound. Relief washed over her as Sam looked down to see Dorothea free of her cage and unscathed. "Dorothea! You're alright!" She knelt down, almost ready to pick up the cat, but she remembered that she was actually a princess and wondered if it would be appropriate. So instead she ran her fingers lightly along the fur on her back.
Alphonse spoke up again and Sam looked up to consider him as he offered her an invitation to dinner. She hadn't thought of food in hours, and it had felt like ten years had passed since she had eaten that Chinese take out at the office with Jane. She was famished, and as she looked into the hopeful face of Alphonse and over to where Coralie and Florian were preparing to carry the Marshal she let herself trust them a little more. Besides it was dark and they were still in the woods and couldn't get anywhere without help anyway. "I am hungry," Sam said in agreement, returning the smile as she gathered up Dorothea to set her back onto her shoulder once again. "And supper sounds so great. I'd be glad to accept your invitation. After all you did rescue me. And my cat."
She glanced over to the two dwarves carrying the unconscious man and looked back at Alphonse. "I'm guessing you three aren't very big fans of the witch. What are you going to do with him?" Sam gestured towards the Marshal.
Sam heard her name being called through the door and raised her head. She recognized the rough tone, but it was strange hearing him use her name. She hadn't thought he had been listening to her angry rambling when she had told it to him. Sam hurriedly rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, trying to wipe the tears away as much as she could. She didn't want him or Dorothea to see. But for all she knew her crying had been loud enough that the entire fortress had heard. And while her cheeks might be dry her eyes were still red. He'd probably notice.
Sam got to her feet, picking up the knife and candle as she did and was about to open the door when she heard a crash. It made her jerk away from the door in shock and stumble back against the wall again. The candle had nearly slipped from her grasp and Sam felt her stomach churn out of fright. She could heard someone screaming, and she knew it was Dorothea. A part of her wanted to get out of this tiny room and go to her, but she heard the Marshal yell at her to stay before she heard his footsteps running off.
"No, hey! Wait! What's happening? Don't leave!" Sam shouted after him, even though he was probably long gone by the time she was finished. There was an explosion, which startled her again, and the sound of Dorothea's screaming. Sam pressed her ear against the wood, trying to hear everything, and only hearing muffled scuffling, shouting, metal clashing against metal. Like some sort of battle had broken out. But who was attacking? Sam thought she heard the thump of a body hitting the floor and then she heard nothing at all.
The silence seemed to echo in her ears and Sam hardly dared to breath as she stared at the door she was hiding behind. Then she heard footsteps and a small knock on the door. Her breath caught in her throat and she held the handle of the knife tighter as she imagined who it was. The Marshal? Or something worse. Sam heard a voice call out to her. It was small and high but undeniably male. He said he was here to rescue her.
The statement took a moment to register in her mind, and Sam stared at the door for a moment before approaching it. She took the handle in her hand before hesitating. The Marshal had told her not to open it except for him. But she didn't trust the Marshal and this person said he was rescuing her. But who would be here to rescue her? She didn't know anyone here, she wasn't even supposed to exist in this place. But Sam figured if the person on the other side really wanted to get to her, then sooner or later he would find a way. So Sam opened the door, looking directly across from her as she did so and seeing no one. Then her gaze lowered until she saw the little man standing there wearing his hat with the feather.
It was a sight so surprising to her that she was speechless for several long seconds.There were dwarves in this world, too. She felt like she shouldn't be surprised by this. But why would a dwarf be rescuing her? "Who are you?" Sam asked when she overcame her shocked silence. Her voice wary with uncertainty. "How'd you know I was in here?"
Sam got to her feet, picking up the knife and candle as she did and was about to open the door when she heard a crash. It made her jerk away from the door in shock and stumble back against the wall again. The candle had nearly slipped from her grasp and Sam felt her stomach churn out of fright. She could heard someone screaming, and she knew it was Dorothea. A part of her wanted to get out of this tiny room and go to her, but she heard the Marshal yell at her to stay before she heard his footsteps running off.
"No, hey! Wait! What's happening? Don't leave!" Sam shouted after him, even though he was probably long gone by the time she was finished. There was an explosion, which startled her again, and the sound of Dorothea's screaming. Sam pressed her ear against the wood, trying to hear everything, and only hearing muffled scuffling, shouting, metal clashing against metal. Like some sort of battle had broken out. But who was attacking? Sam thought she heard the thump of a body hitting the floor and then she heard nothing at all.
The silence seemed to echo in her ears and Sam hardly dared to breath as she stared at the door she was hiding behind. Then she heard footsteps and a small knock on the door. Her breath caught in her throat and she held the handle of the knife tighter as she imagined who it was. The Marshal? Or something worse. Sam heard a voice call out to her. It was small and high but undeniably male. He said he was here to rescue her.
The statement took a moment to register in her mind, and Sam stared at the door for a moment before approaching it. She took the handle in her hand before hesitating. The Marshal had told her not to open it except for him. But she didn't trust the Marshal and this person said he was rescuing her. But who would be here to rescue her? She didn't know anyone here, she wasn't even supposed to exist in this place. But Sam figured if the person on the other side really wanted to get to her, then sooner or later he would find a way. So Sam opened the door, looking directly across from her as she did so and seeing no one. Then her gaze lowered until she saw the little man standing there wearing his hat with the feather.
It was a sight so surprising to her that she was speechless for several long seconds.There were dwarves in this world, too. She felt like she shouldn't be surprised by this. But why would a dwarf be rescuing her? "Who are you?" Sam asked when she overcame her shocked silence. Her voice wary with uncertainty. "How'd you know I was in here?"
What ever you want is fine. A female Doctor sounds cool~
I guess I'll post my character details. I'm thinking about how to start her off. Probably leaving the train station. They can bump into each other on the sidewalk in front of it?
Lenore Fay Clarke
Nora
23
Museum employee
Born and raised in London and the youngest of three, Nora was a classical studies student when she was in university. She moved to Guildford to live with her grandmother after graduation. She's returned to London for her sister Evie's wedding.
Cool. I just got home from my class and grocery shopping and I'm basically done for the day so after I work on some responses for people I can focus on this
Basically the companion character starts off by arriving in London for her sister's wedding. She encounters the Doctor briefly and then is shortly abducted by the bad guys. He catches onto their energy trail or something and manages to rescue her but she heard them talk about getting the other one and they figure out that "the other one" means her sister but they're too late to stop her from being kidnapped (whatever the bad guys are up to they need siblings or relative for it). Then they have to rescue the sister and her finance (who has been replaced by one of the baddies but the actual fiance has been kept alive), and get them to the church on time and save the world etc. Later during the reception the Doctor could come back and spirit her away. Just an idea for a starting point.
Don't fret too much. It's not even 5 for me and I owe like 3 people posts and I'm so tired from classes ah
Another very long post from me, but mostly because of Narissa's giving August orders ha.
Narissa titled her head slightly as she looked at the cat. The girl was stubbornly silent, staring at her as though she didn't see her. It made no difference. Dorothea may not acknowledge her existence but she would listen. The Marshal entered the room and Narissa looked up at him, smiling. "Well I see that despite your previous mistakes you were able to make this up to me, Marshal. Well done. You have done everything I've asked and I believe you've proven your loyalty." She moved around the table, looking down at the cage as she passed it. "I'm afraid Prince Liam discovered Dorothea's disappearance a bit earlier than I had anticipated. He rode all day in order to reach Eldonia by nightfall. By now he has informed the King of what he discovered. That soldiers from Verinia have abducted the princess."
The queen looked down at the cage again. "He must truly love you, stepdaughter dear. I'm sure Raquelle will take good care of him for you." She looked back up at the Marshal. "Tommen won't declare open war until he's been given a firm reason to. As long as he believes his daughter is still alive he believes negotiations will bring her back. He'll send a party to Verinia's palace as soon as the sun begins to rise tomorrow, undoubtedly the prince will be with them. They'll be instructed not to make accusations to the king and queen. There isn't any proof that it was the royal family who instigated the abduction, after all." Narissa paused for a moment at the thought of the royal family of Verinia. Royal in the most basic of ways. The smallest of the Five Kingdoms, Verinia was the home of woodsmen and lakemen and the creatures that shared their wood and lake. Fairies, elves, trolls, giants, centaurs, merfolk, even a few dwarves, and so many others inhabited Verinia in more numbers than in any other kingdom. It was a strange place, so unlike the other kingdoms. There were no cities, no real wealth (the king and queen themselves were not much more than the commonfolk), and it was said that the magic of the land had originated there. You could feel magic in the air in Verinia, and it made the land and the people different. It was almost like another world in their own, although you didn't have to go through a special gateway to enter it.
"You must begin planting that idea in their minds. Fill them with doubt, make them hesitant to trust. Tell them that the people of Verinia are growing restless and envious of the wealth and civilization of the other kingdoms, even the king. That they feel trapped behind their borders, feel isolated and cut off and not trusted by the rest of the land." It wasn't entirely untrue. But she knew Verinia would never really antagonize the other kingdoms, despite their isolation and fragile alliances. But with the stressful situation of a kidnapped princess anything could happen. "They must accuse King Gregor and Queen Isabel. The prince must. And they will deny it of course. But when tensions run so high, anything might happen." She pressed a small mirror into his hand. "I will contact you with this and give you further instructions. And take her with you." She nodded towards the cage. "I can make it so Prince Liam won't be able to understand her." She had moved in Dorothea's line of vision again, holding a small vial with blue liquid. "But do your best to keep them away from each other regardless. I'll be in Eldonia, planting the same doubts in Tommen's mind. There will be a war, Marshal. Be sure to be back in the castle within the hour. I'd hate for you to be left behind." She hadn't told him everything, just the next few steps in her plan. There were still things she was keeping to herself, things she would reveal when the time was right. Narissa looked down at Dorothea. "I'll send your love to you father and fiance." She turned to walk back through the archway and back into Eldonia before pausing, as though remembering something. "Oh, and Marshal. Please send my love to my sister Queen Isabel." Then she disappeared under the archway.
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Liam watched the man, hating himself for bringing this news to him but hating the men who had caused it more. He wasn't a hateful person. He was rather goodnatured in fact. Always quick to find a joke or the bright side of a situation. But after seeing the slaughter and the carriage and thinking about what Dorothea must have gone through... It made him clench his fasts to stop them from shaking. The thought of her alone and scared made him want to yell. But Liam pulled himself together. She was depending on him and he wouldn't get anywhere by losing his temper or jumping to conclusions or making angry accusations.
Raquelle had come up to him, and the feeling of her touch startled him. He looked at her beautiful face, so like her mother's, but he didn't feel any attraction. He liked her well enough, despite the fact that they always seemed to be pushed together and it made him uncomfortable the way she looked at him sometimes. Despite that he was always respectful, polite, and kind to her. But Liam knew that he could never love her. He loved Dorothea, probably always had. He wished it was Dorothea's touch he was feeling, her dark eyes he was looking at. He longed to make her laugh and to touch her soft hair... He never considered he might have been taking those experiences for granted. She was alive, out there somewhere. He knew it. And Liam swore to himself that he was going to find her. He became aware that Raquelle had spoken and quickly composed himself. "Thank you, Princess Raquelle," he said, managing a quick smile. "But I think King Tommen might need you more than I do."
The king was speaking to him and Liam looked away from the girl to give him his full attention. He was warned not to do anything rash and he nodded. "Your Highness, you know I would never do anything that would put her in harm's way." He was then given his instructions. It was so difficult to get to Verinia. The woods could be perilous, and isolation had made the Verinia unlike the rest of the kingdoms. But he had never thought any less of Verinians for that, and he didn't think King Gregor or his wife, Isabel, would do anything like this to risk severing their alliances with the other kingdoms. He bowed. "I swear to you, King Tommen. I will bring her back to her people. To you." And to me. "We can leave tomorrow at dawn. Will and I will work on the supplied and I'll have Marshal Derrick gather as many men as he is able. When I find him. Where is the Marshal?"
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The only light Sam was left with when he closed the door was the flame from the candle he had given her. The room was small and empty. She moved over to one of the walls and lowered herself down to the ground. She was exhausted and cold and Sam didn't realize she was crying until she felt the warm tears sliding down her cheeks. She had subconsciously been holding back tears ever since she had arrived in this world. Sam hated crying in front of people. But now that she was alone there was no one to see. Setting the knife down on one side and the candle on the other, Sam leaned back against the wall and curled her knees up to her chest before folding her arms over them and burying her face in sleeves of her sweater.
The queen looked down at the cage again. "He must truly love you, stepdaughter dear. I'm sure Raquelle will take good care of him for you." She looked back up at the Marshal. "Tommen won't declare open war until he's been given a firm reason to. As long as he believes his daughter is still alive he believes negotiations will bring her back. He'll send a party to Verinia's palace as soon as the sun begins to rise tomorrow, undoubtedly the prince will be with them. They'll be instructed not to make accusations to the king and queen. There isn't any proof that it was the royal family who instigated the abduction, after all." Narissa paused for a moment at the thought of the royal family of Verinia. Royal in the most basic of ways. The smallest of the Five Kingdoms, Verinia was the home of woodsmen and lakemen and the creatures that shared their wood and lake. Fairies, elves, trolls, giants, centaurs, merfolk, even a few dwarves, and so many others inhabited Verinia in more numbers than in any other kingdom. It was a strange place, so unlike the other kingdoms. There were no cities, no real wealth (the king and queen themselves were not much more than the commonfolk), and it was said that the magic of the land had originated there. You could feel magic in the air in Verinia, and it made the land and the people different. It was almost like another world in their own, although you didn't have to go through a special gateway to enter it.
"You must begin planting that idea in their minds. Fill them with doubt, make them hesitant to trust. Tell them that the people of Verinia are growing restless and envious of the wealth and civilization of the other kingdoms, even the king. That they feel trapped behind their borders, feel isolated and cut off and not trusted by the rest of the land." It wasn't entirely untrue. But she knew Verinia would never really antagonize the other kingdoms, despite their isolation and fragile alliances. But with the stressful situation of a kidnapped princess anything could happen. "They must accuse King Gregor and Queen Isabel. The prince must. And they will deny it of course. But when tensions run so high, anything might happen." She pressed a small mirror into his hand. "I will contact you with this and give you further instructions. And take her with you." She nodded towards the cage. "I can make it so Prince Liam won't be able to understand her." She had moved in Dorothea's line of vision again, holding a small vial with blue liquid. "But do your best to keep them away from each other regardless. I'll be in Eldonia, planting the same doubts in Tommen's mind. There will be a war, Marshal. Be sure to be back in the castle within the hour. I'd hate for you to be left behind." She hadn't told him everything, just the next few steps in her plan. There were still things she was keeping to herself, things she would reveal when the time was right. Narissa looked down at Dorothea. "I'll send your love to you father and fiance." She turned to walk back through the archway and back into Eldonia before pausing, as though remembering something. "Oh, and Marshal. Please send my love to my sister Queen Isabel." Then she disappeared under the archway.
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Liam watched the man, hating himself for bringing this news to him but hating the men who had caused it more. He wasn't a hateful person. He was rather goodnatured in fact. Always quick to find a joke or the bright side of a situation. But after seeing the slaughter and the carriage and thinking about what Dorothea must have gone through... It made him clench his fasts to stop them from shaking. The thought of her alone and scared made him want to yell. But Liam pulled himself together. She was depending on him and he wouldn't get anywhere by losing his temper or jumping to conclusions or making angry accusations.
Raquelle had come up to him, and the feeling of her touch startled him. He looked at her beautiful face, so like her mother's, but he didn't feel any attraction. He liked her well enough, despite the fact that they always seemed to be pushed together and it made him uncomfortable the way she looked at him sometimes. Despite that he was always respectful, polite, and kind to her. But Liam knew that he could never love her. He loved Dorothea, probably always had. He wished it was Dorothea's touch he was feeling, her dark eyes he was looking at. He longed to make her laugh and to touch her soft hair... He never considered he might have been taking those experiences for granted. She was alive, out there somewhere. He knew it. And Liam swore to himself that he was going to find her. He became aware that Raquelle had spoken and quickly composed himself. "Thank you, Princess Raquelle," he said, managing a quick smile. "But I think King Tommen might need you more than I do."
The king was speaking to him and Liam looked away from the girl to give him his full attention. He was warned not to do anything rash and he nodded. "Your Highness, you know I would never do anything that would put her in harm's way." He was then given his instructions. It was so difficult to get to Verinia. The woods could be perilous, and isolation had made the Verinia unlike the rest of the kingdoms. But he had never thought any less of Verinians for that, and he didn't think King Gregor or his wife, Isabel, would do anything like this to risk severing their alliances with the other kingdoms. He bowed. "I swear to you, King Tommen. I will bring her back to her people. To you." And to me. "We can leave tomorrow at dawn. Will and I will work on the supplied and I'll have Marshal Derrick gather as many men as he is able. When I find him. Where is the Marshal?"
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The only light Sam was left with when he closed the door was the flame from the candle he had given her. The room was small and empty. She moved over to one of the walls and lowered herself down to the ground. She was exhausted and cold and Sam didn't realize she was crying until she felt the warm tears sliding down her cheeks. She had subconsciously been holding back tears ever since she had arrived in this world. Sam hated crying in front of people. But now that she was alone there was no one to see. Setting the knife down on one side and the candle on the other, Sam leaned back against the wall and curled her knees up to her chest before folding her arms over them and burying her face in sleeves of her sweater.
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