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Well like I had the idea that Dorothea's father had like an adviser, a Merlin type figure, who Narissa started planting doubts into the king's mind about after they were married and had him banished because he would know what she was. And he would have a little magical ability, too. Nothing like Narissa of course. He could be in Verinia or something. And then I was thinking about making some other characters and putting them in Verinia, since Narissa is clearly targeting them by making it look like they're behind Dorothea's disappearance. I was thinking of making Verinia a kingdom made almost entirely out of forest and lake and it is the least affluent of the five kingdoms. So even the king and other nobles of Verinia would be no more than peasants to someone like Narissa. Also putting most of the non human residents of the country (dwarves, elves, other fantasy races) in that kingdom. Don't want to talk about it too much since you like surprises~
Just trying to give Narissa reason to really hate Verinia ha.
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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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She has an eeeeevil plan ha. I have some character ideas that iI want to run by you if you're interested.
Sam watched him as he explained what he had been up to since the monster attacked. She restrained herself from smiling at the thought of the Tweedles barricading themselves into a dungeon. Shockingly enough she was not very fond of the men who had seemed so eager to cut her throat. She maintained an expressionless face even when she felt a relief wash over her that the monster was too distracted to continue hunting her, and raised an eyebrow at him. "You think? Now that's reassuring."
He ordered them to start walking and Sam glanced down at Dorothea to see her motionless for a while. Surely there was something else they could do, something else that could help them escape. She wasn't sure what it could possibly be but there had to be. They had not gone through everything that they had in the last hour only to be caught and taken back and thrown into a dungeon. But Dorothea just turned after a moment and started walking back in the diction of the run down fortress.
Sam closed her eyes, trying not to let the defeat show on her face, before looking back at the Marshal for a brief moment. She gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to run up and slap him, before turning around, as well, and walking after the cat. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she walked and she refused to turn her head to look back at the man. Instead she looked down at Dorothea in front of her, walking as tall as she could with pride. Sam wished she could imitate that sort of royal dignity, but she had no royal blood to draw from. Besides she was too angry to fake pride and dignity.
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Elsewhere Prince Liam of Itelia was bent low over his horse as he galloped down the path. He could hear the beating of two horse's hooves on the stones and knew that his steward and close friend Will was directly behind him. But he didn't look back to check. He only had eyes for one thing: Eldonia's central city, positioned at the direct center of the entirety of the Five Kingdoms. He watched as the castle and the city grew nearer, but it only made his heart race faster.
Dorothea hadn't been expected in Itelia until the next day, but that morning he had decided to rise out to meet her and her escorts on the road. He thought it would have been a nice way to surprise her, and so with his father's blessing he had set off with Will. But when they had gotten to the place on the road where Dorothea and her party should have been it had been deserted. So they had rose a bit further, with Will assuring him that they might have been moving slower than expected. Or something completely innocent that was just causing a minor delay. Liam was sure he had been right, that there was nothing to worry about. But the further they went the more abandoned the road had been. He had urged his horse on faster and faster until they came upon a disaster: what remained of Dorothea's traveling party.
The escorts and guards had been murdered, their bodies strewn across the road. Some of the horses were dead, as well, and the ones that had survived loitered in scene of the massacre. At the side of the road the carriage had been overturned. He had run over to it within a heartbeat. But there had been no sign of Dorothea.
They had reached the gate of the central kingdom's central city and the guards, their vision impaired by the darkening sky, called out for him to identity himself and his business. It didn't take much longer for them to recognize him and they began calling for the gates to be opened, that Prince Liam of Itelia had arrived to see the king. Once the gates were opened Liam and Will spurred their horses on words, up the street to the castle. In his fist Liam was clenching the one clue he had found at the massacre, pulling from a dead man's hand. It was a shred of cloth, ripped from a solider's uniform, that bore the crest of the eastern kingdom of Verinia.
He ordered them to start walking and Sam glanced down at Dorothea to see her motionless for a while. Surely there was something else they could do, something else that could help them escape. She wasn't sure what it could possibly be but there had to be. They had not gone through everything that they had in the last hour only to be caught and taken back and thrown into a dungeon. But Dorothea just turned after a moment and started walking back in the diction of the run down fortress.
Sam closed her eyes, trying not to let the defeat show on her face, before looking back at the Marshal for a brief moment. She gritted her teeth as she resisted the urge to run up and slap him, before turning around, as well, and walking after the cat. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she walked and she refused to turn her head to look back at the man. Instead she looked down at Dorothea in front of her, walking as tall as she could with pride. Sam wished she could imitate that sort of royal dignity, but she had no royal blood to draw from. Besides she was too angry to fake pride and dignity.
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Elsewhere Prince Liam of Itelia was bent low over his horse as he galloped down the path. He could hear the beating of two horse's hooves on the stones and knew that his steward and close friend Will was directly behind him. But he didn't look back to check. He only had eyes for one thing: Eldonia's central city, positioned at the direct center of the entirety of the Five Kingdoms. He watched as the castle and the city grew nearer, but it only made his heart race faster.
Dorothea hadn't been expected in Itelia until the next day, but that morning he had decided to rise out to meet her and her escorts on the road. He thought it would have been a nice way to surprise her, and so with his father's blessing he had set off with Will. But when they had gotten to the place on the road where Dorothea and her party should have been it had been deserted. So they had rose a bit further, with Will assuring him that they might have been moving slower than expected. Or something completely innocent that was just causing a minor delay. Liam was sure he had been right, that there was nothing to worry about. But the further they went the more abandoned the road had been. He had urged his horse on faster and faster until they came upon a disaster: what remained of Dorothea's traveling party.
The escorts and guards had been murdered, their bodies strewn across the road. Some of the horses were dead, as well, and the ones that had survived loitered in scene of the massacre. At the side of the road the carriage had been overturned. He had run over to it within a heartbeat. But there had been no sign of Dorothea.
They had reached the gate of the central kingdom's central city and the guards, their vision impaired by the darkening sky, called out for him to identity himself and his business. It didn't take much longer for them to recognize him and they began calling for the gates to be opened, that Prince Liam of Itelia had arrived to see the king. Once the gates were opened Liam and Will spurred their horses on words, up the street to the castle. In his fist Liam was clenching the one clue he had found at the massacre, pulling from a dead man's hand. It was a shred of cloth, ripped from a solider's uniform, that bore the crest of the eastern kingdom of Verinia.
Oh man it's going to have been 28 posts into the rp and I've finally planned out how I'm going to introduce Liam in my next post.
They ran in silence for a while, and Sam tried not to focus on her annoyance with Dorothea. She felt a bit bad about being so short with her, her one friend and the one person she related to in this world. She reminded herself that she wasn't the only victim here. Sam hadn't asked for any of this, but neither had Dorothea. Both of them had been thrown together into this impossible, overwhelming situation. When Dorothea had said in a small voice that she needed to apologize, Sam felt her irritation begin the slip away. She couldn't alienate herself from this girl. "Yeah. I probably owe you one, too." Dorothea had been in the middle of asking her to look out for any danger when she suddenly went quiet. Sam glanced down and saw that the princess had come to a halt and was sitting there on the ground.
Sam stopped, slipping a bit on the leaves, and looked back at Dorothea with raised eyebrows. "What is it, why have you...oh..." She had turned her head to look ahead and saw that the Marshal was standing on the path in front of them. He hadn't changed back into his armor and he looked ragged and bloody. Sam glanced at his injury and grimaced. It wasn't life threatening but she hadn't seen such large claw wounds up close before. She met his gaze as he glared at her and her own expression went stony. Then he looked down at Dorothea and declared it was over.
He was alone, his cohorts no where to be seen, and he looked so much smaller without all of that armor. But he was still dangerous, she had seen it on his face, and he was armed. Maybe they could outrun him, they were both smaller. But he wasn't weighed down by metal and he probably knew the forest better. "Where are your friends?" Sam asked quietly as she watched him warily and stepped back closer to Dorothea. "Those men that just left you there to be eaten? And speaking of what happened to the thing? The Jockal?" She eyed his wounds again. "Is it dead or...is it still out there?" It seemed so unlikely that he had killed it on his own, and she remembered how ravenously it had attacked her. Sam doubted that she'd ever forget the hunger in those glowing red eyes as it had looked at her.
Sam stopped, slipping a bit on the leaves, and looked back at Dorothea with raised eyebrows. "What is it, why have you...oh..." She had turned her head to look ahead and saw that the Marshal was standing on the path in front of them. He hadn't changed back into his armor and he looked ragged and bloody. Sam glanced at his injury and grimaced. It wasn't life threatening but she hadn't seen such large claw wounds up close before. She met his gaze as he glared at her and her own expression went stony. Then he looked down at Dorothea and declared it was over.
He was alone, his cohorts no where to be seen, and he looked so much smaller without all of that armor. But he was still dangerous, she had seen it on his face, and he was armed. Maybe they could outrun him, they were both smaller. But he wasn't weighed down by metal and he probably knew the forest better. "Where are your friends?" Sam asked quietly as she watched him warily and stepped back closer to Dorothea. "Those men that just left you there to be eaten? And speaking of what happened to the thing? The Jockal?" She eyed his wounds again. "Is it dead or...is it still out there?" It seemed so unlikely that he had killed it on his own, and she remembered how ravenously it had attacked her. Sam doubted that she'd ever forget the hunger in those glowing red eyes as it had looked at her.
There was more shrieking on Dorothea's part and though Sam could see her point about why standing still was a bad idea she still had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Mostly it was just a front to disguise how foolish she felt, but never in her life would she had ever expected to get scolded by a cat. "Was just waiting for you, your highness," she responded, "Seeing how I have no idea where anything is or what direction to run in."
She started to run after Dorothea as the cat dashed off and continued to lecture her. She didn't feel like bickering with the only thing in this entire world that she shared a sort of friendship with, but she wasn't able to stop herself. "Look sorry that you're a cat, but maybe you haven't noticed that I'm a little out of my element as well. Sorry that I'm new at monsters and men with swords and magic and everything. Sorry that I don't know what to do. Sorry that I don't think yelling in a forest filled with things that'll kill us is a good idea. Sorry that you're stuck with me."
Sam glanced behind her, and nearly tripped in the process, but she didn't see any sign that the monster had started chasing them again. She supposed they might hear it coming if it did. But there was something else out there looking for them, smaller and quieter. Unless he had gotten eaten instead. "Are we still going in the right direction?" she asked Dorothea between breaths. She was trying to keep up as best she could, but Dorothea was smaller and faster. Not that Sam felt like asking her to slow down and risk getting yelled at again.
She started to run after Dorothea as the cat dashed off and continued to lecture her. She didn't feel like bickering with the only thing in this entire world that she shared a sort of friendship with, but she wasn't able to stop herself. "Look sorry that you're a cat, but maybe you haven't noticed that I'm a little out of my element as well. Sorry that I'm new at monsters and men with swords and magic and everything. Sorry that I don't know what to do. Sorry that I don't think yelling in a forest filled with things that'll kill us is a good idea. Sorry that you're stuck with me."
Sam glanced behind her, and nearly tripped in the process, but she didn't see any sign that the monster had started chasing them again. She supposed they might hear it coming if it did. But there was something else out there looking for them, smaller and quieter. Unless he had gotten eaten instead. "Are we still going in the right direction?" she asked Dorothea between breaths. She was trying to keep up as best she could, but Dorothea was smaller and faster. Not that Sam felt like asking her to slow down and risk getting yelled at again.
Dorothea began to snap at her, and Sam gazed at her incredulously as she wondered where that outburst had come from. It was probably a good thing though, since she was distracted from her uneasiness about the height. The cat began to give her directions, a bit more forcefully than what Sam thought was necessary, and she finished by threatening to leave her behind and then sitting to glower at her.
Sam was still for a moment as she gazed at the cat in shock, then she made a face of her own. "Okay," she responded in a defensive tone. "Alright, I'm going. Jeeze..." She shifted her weight and raised herself into a crouch in preparation for her descent. She looked down to find the branches below and took a breath. "Okay, I'm going," she said to herself. Dorothea had been right about one thing. Children did this everyday. She could surely figure this out.
Keeping in mind what Dorothea had said about balance, Sam lowered herself onto the branch below her. She kept her focus on her hands and feet rather than the distance to the ground, and she tried to move as swiftly as she could. It wasn't as quick as when she had climbed up the tree but it wasn't as slow as she could possibly go, either. She found that it was a bit like climbing down a ladder. She still had to be careful but it wasn't as hard as she had made it out to be. But it was only when she finally dropped from a low hanging branch back to the earthy ground that Sam allowed herself to relax. Only slightly, though. The Jockal could still come back.
"Okay, I'm down now," Sam said as she looked up at Dorothea. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked a little annoyed despite her relief at being out of the tree. "You know you didn't have to yell at me up there."
Sam was still for a moment as she gazed at the cat in shock, then she made a face of her own. "Okay," she responded in a defensive tone. "Alright, I'm going. Jeeze..." She shifted her weight and raised herself into a crouch in preparation for her descent. She looked down to find the branches below and took a breath. "Okay, I'm going," she said to herself. Dorothea had been right about one thing. Children did this everyday. She could surely figure this out.
Keeping in mind what Dorothea had said about balance, Sam lowered herself onto the branch below her. She kept her focus on her hands and feet rather than the distance to the ground, and she tried to move as swiftly as she could. It wasn't as quick as when she had climbed up the tree but it wasn't as slow as she could possibly go, either. She found that it was a bit like climbing down a ladder. She still had to be careful but it wasn't as hard as she had made it out to be. But it was only when she finally dropped from a low hanging branch back to the earthy ground that Sam allowed herself to relax. Only slightly, though. The Jockal could still come back.
"Okay, I'm down now," Sam said as she looked up at Dorothea. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she looked a little annoyed despite her relief at being out of the tree. "You know you didn't have to yell at me up there."
She had been in this world for less than a day and already Sam had nearly died more times than she ever had in the rest of her twenty five years of life. She had been held at sword point by multiple men, nearly fallen out of this dumb tree, and she had felt the hot breath on her legs when the monster had almost gotten her. She was exhausted and sore just about everywhere and giving up would have been so easy. But Dorothea's shouts of encouragement had pulled her through and now she was huddled high in a tree, mostly out of danger. She hoped.
Dorothea called the creature a Jockal and in light of everything that had and was happening Sam fixated on one aspect that was humorous to her. "Me a maiden?" She smiled slightly and let out a nervous laugh, her eyes still half shut and her body still gasping for breath. "What a hilarious joke." She heard Dorothea purring and Sam forced her eyes to open all the way as she looked up at the cat perched above her. When she suggested that she move up the tree a bit more, Sam let out another nervous laugh as her arms wrapped around the trunk more tightly. "I think that if I move another muscle I'll fall." Either she'd die from the fall and the monster would eat her broken body, or she'd survive the fall and be conscious when the monster ate her broken body. "Amazing. My first time out of town in years and a monster tries to eat me. This is why I don't take vacations."
Sam made herself peer down to the forest floor and felt her stomach churn when she saw the Jockal circling the tree and leering up at her with it's unsettling eyes. She could practically see it's mouth watering as it looked at her and she looked away, squeezing her eyes shut before gazing up at the branches above her. "Oh why can't it go find an actual maiden to eat?" she lamented, trying to mask her fear with words. She supposed she was talking to Dorothea but mainly the words were for herself. "This is the worst day of my entire life. Tell me what I did that made me deserve any of this."
Unable to look away from the thing trying to eat her for very long, Sam gazed down and spotted the Marshal peeling off pieces of her armor. His lackeys had abandoned him by now, but the creature only seemed to have eyes for her. It wasn't flattering. The man was now free of his heavy armor and dressed in normal (normal for this place at least) clothes. Even from this height Sam could see how much the lack of armor had shrunk him. He was still for a while as the Jockal circled the tree, then she watched has he raised his sword and swung it down onto the creature's tail, The sound it made nearly startled her enough to send her falling. It had been an ear-splitting shriek and she shivered throughout the duration of it. Then she saw the Marshal running off and, unbelievably, the Jockal abandoned the attempts to devour her as it crashed through the forest in pursuit of him.
Sam watched it as it smashed through trees with wide eyes and a gaping jaw, then glanced up at Dorothea. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a relieved and breathless laugh as she heard the creature bounding farther and farther away. "Are you okay?" Sam asked her once she got her breath back. She glanced down towards to ground and grimaced. "Oh...man. Is now a bad time to tell you that this is the first time I've ever climbed a tree?"
Dorothea called the creature a Jockal and in light of everything that had and was happening Sam fixated on one aspect that was humorous to her. "Me a maiden?" She smiled slightly and let out a nervous laugh, her eyes still half shut and her body still gasping for breath. "What a hilarious joke." She heard Dorothea purring and Sam forced her eyes to open all the way as she looked up at the cat perched above her. When she suggested that she move up the tree a bit more, Sam let out another nervous laugh as her arms wrapped around the trunk more tightly. "I think that if I move another muscle I'll fall." Either she'd die from the fall and the monster would eat her broken body, or she'd survive the fall and be conscious when the monster ate her broken body. "Amazing. My first time out of town in years and a monster tries to eat me. This is why I don't take vacations."
Sam made herself peer down to the forest floor and felt her stomach churn when she saw the Jockal circling the tree and leering up at her with it's unsettling eyes. She could practically see it's mouth watering as it looked at her and she looked away, squeezing her eyes shut before gazing up at the branches above her. "Oh why can't it go find an actual maiden to eat?" she lamented, trying to mask her fear with words. She supposed she was talking to Dorothea but mainly the words were for herself. "This is the worst day of my entire life. Tell me what I did that made me deserve any of this."
Unable to look away from the thing trying to eat her for very long, Sam gazed down and spotted the Marshal peeling off pieces of her armor. His lackeys had abandoned him by now, but the creature only seemed to have eyes for her. It wasn't flattering. The man was now free of his heavy armor and dressed in normal (normal for this place at least) clothes. Even from this height Sam could see how much the lack of armor had shrunk him. He was still for a while as the Jockal circled the tree, then she watched has he raised his sword and swung it down onto the creature's tail, The sound it made nearly startled her enough to send her falling. It had been an ear-splitting shriek and she shivered throughout the duration of it. Then she saw the Marshal running off and, unbelievably, the Jockal abandoned the attempts to devour her as it crashed through the forest in pursuit of him.
Sam watched it as it smashed through trees with wide eyes and a gaping jaw, then glanced up at Dorothea. She couldn't stop herself from letting out a relieved and breathless laugh as she heard the creature bounding farther and farther away. "Are you okay?" Sam asked her once she got her breath back. She glanced down towards to ground and grimaced. "Oh...man. Is now a bad time to tell you that this is the first time I've ever climbed a tree?"
Ha you should have August mention the scared young virgin thing to Sam ha haha. Might be hilarious.
The Marshal's hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her words as he hissed at her to stop shouting. For a moment all Sam could do was gaze incredulously at him over his hand. Had he not been shouting about how he was going to slice her to pieces moments earlier? He alluded to other things in the woods, more terrible than him, and she could only imagine what he could possibly be talking about. She didn't have to imagine for long because as soon as he went quiet a howl rang through the air. Sam's head jerked in the direction she though it had come from, made difficult by the fact that the Marshal's hand that was still covering her mouth.
Everyone had gone tense. The Marshal's sword was drawn, as were the other guard's, and no one spoke as all of their eyes scanned the woods. Sam was hardly daring breath as her gray eyes stared wildly at the trees, images off all sorts of nightmarish beasts filling her mind. The silence was was terrible and and seemed to hammer her ears more than an explosion could have.
Dorothea's voice rang out, a shrill scream, telling Sam to run. Then she heard whatever it was that was out there smashing through the forest towards them, and her head turned to look at it, no matter how much she really didn't want to. She saw the giant scaly monster that had swords for teeth and claws, and in retrospect she would have been amazed that she didn't faint from the hideous and terrifying sight.
The Marshal was speaking to her now, but not in the low, threatening voice he had used so many times earlier when speaking to her. It was almost human of him. His hand left her mouth and she felt the ropes being cut away. Sam didn't have long to relish her freedom (not that she could have since there was a monster bounding towards them) before he shoved her towards the tree Dorothea was still in. He had told her she was too slow to outrun the beast, which she agreed with, and was urging her to climb the tree. A daunting task stupidly enough. Sam had never climbed a tree before in her life. She looked back to the Marshal as he screamed orders at his horrified and noncomplying men, then at the face of the lizard creature. The glowing red eyes were fixed upon her. Suddenly the tree didn't seem so daunting.
Sam pulled herself up onto the lower branch, and then another, and then another. She was moving as fast as possible to get out of the creature's reach, and she nearly slipped and fell to her death more than once. She always managed to catch herself, thankfully, and she forced herself not to look down. Not only did she not want to look at the monster but she also didn't want to see how high up she was and loose the nerve to climb further. Sam kept her eyes fixed up at Dorothea until she reached the firmest looking branch that was as close to the cat as possible. Only then when she was positioned semi-securely in the tree with her arms clinging the trunk for assurance did she look down. Sam paled at the height as well as the beast. "Oooooh no, " she said to herself, closing her eyes and gripping the trunk tighter. "Oh no no no no no." She opened her eyes slightly to look up at Dorothea. "What the hell is that thing?"
Everyone had gone tense. The Marshal's sword was drawn, as were the other guard's, and no one spoke as all of their eyes scanned the woods. Sam was hardly daring breath as her gray eyes stared wildly at the trees, images off all sorts of nightmarish beasts filling her mind. The silence was was terrible and and seemed to hammer her ears more than an explosion could have.
Dorothea's voice rang out, a shrill scream, telling Sam to run. Then she heard whatever it was that was out there smashing through the forest towards them, and her head turned to look at it, no matter how much she really didn't want to. She saw the giant scaly monster that had swords for teeth and claws, and in retrospect she would have been amazed that she didn't faint from the hideous and terrifying sight.
The Marshal was speaking to her now, but not in the low, threatening voice he had used so many times earlier when speaking to her. It was almost human of him. His hand left her mouth and she felt the ropes being cut away. Sam didn't have long to relish her freedom (not that she could have since there was a monster bounding towards them) before he shoved her towards the tree Dorothea was still in. He had told her she was too slow to outrun the beast, which she agreed with, and was urging her to climb the tree. A daunting task stupidly enough. Sam had never climbed a tree before in her life. She looked back to the Marshal as he screamed orders at his horrified and noncomplying men, then at the face of the lizard creature. The glowing red eyes were fixed upon her. Suddenly the tree didn't seem so daunting.
Sam pulled herself up onto the lower branch, and then another, and then another. She was moving as fast as possible to get out of the creature's reach, and she nearly slipped and fell to her death more than once. She always managed to catch herself, thankfully, and she forced herself not to look down. Not only did she not want to look at the monster but she also didn't want to see how high up she was and loose the nerve to climb further. Sam kept her eyes fixed up at Dorothea until she reached the firmest looking branch that was as close to the cat as possible. Only then when she was positioned semi-securely in the tree with her arms clinging the trunk for assurance did she look down. Sam paled at the height as well as the beast. "Oooooh no, " she said to herself, closing her eyes and gripping the trunk tighter. "Oh no no no no no." She opened her eyes slightly to look up at Dorothea. "What the hell is that thing?"
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