Darkraven

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

HAPPY NEW YEAH ONE AND ALL!!!

@The Fated Fallen

Happy 2017 :-)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

If I'm honest I'm not sure if I want to/should continue my participation in this RP :/

@Fetzen

Aw... And I haven't even interacted with you yet :-( The party's just starting for me.

Is it because you've had your attempts to form conversations between your character and others thwarted?

Would be sad to see you go, but it's a matter for @POOHEAD189 to attend to.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

*Dust clears*

Minor edit: I've added a tiny part that confirms that Jezebeth does indeed retains her teeth. :)

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Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working - Pablo Picasso

@The Fated Fallen

Exactly. For all you know, an epiphany is just a few words away.

I find that the more you conquer writer's block promptly, the less you'll be affected by it in the future. Nowadays, it's like it doesn't exist for me anymore. It's like greasing a gun, so to speak. I guess your mind will turn faster and in more creative ways the more you train it.

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Another problem: I'm currently encountering a writer's block.

@Fetzen

The best counter to the writer's block is to keep writing. Force yourself to write and you'll get through the hard phase. If you stay where you are, you'll never get past that rough stretch of road. - Endorsed by every writer ever.

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Dammit Jez, I'm a wizard not a doctor!

@The Fated Fallen

lol alright. Anyway, posted. Now to batten down the hatches and wait for everyone else :) Hope whatever I provided will aid in the subsequent posts.

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When one of the human-dominated group, an old man with a wrinkled face framed by a wisely beard, approached Jezebeth, the defeated Knight had already slipped into the warm, comfortable nest of her memories. In it, she had returned to the day she was knighted, promoted from squire to a lesser knight. It had been a fine noon, a proud day with the clouds apart and the sun blazing in its fullest glory. This was after she had tracked down and, with difficulty, banished the Succubus that had seduced and taken her mentor's honour.

Jezebeth remembered the hosts of Guardian Knights who'd attended the ceremony. Proud knights of all stripes and abilities, coming to witness the ascension of this wunderkind who could single-handedly slay two demons where a fully-trained lesser knight would have taken months or even years before he could track down his debut kill.

I've killed them all...

The moment the ancient Order claymore was laid upon her shoulder and the ritual words were spoken, the entire court roared with applause and cheers. Swords were thrust into the air with celebration. She'd looked right to see her friends smiling, and she counted amongst those friends the very same knights who had witnessed her very first demon killing, back when she was but a youngling who'd crawled out of the woods and into the home of a humble old farmer.

Their blood is in my hands.

Then something had torn her out of the stupor of her despair-filled vision. Jezebeth seized with a jolt and yelp. Hands were on her chest, moving, fiddling with her gambeson. When her eyes come into focus (but still watery), she saw a girl beside an old man. Without her notice, this girl had cleaned the blood off her face, and had closed her gambeson to protect her honour.

Jezebeth could only watch with bloodshot eyes as she was being tended to, memories flooding back.

One of her friends and fellow knights had been a girl. The odds of a female joining the Guardian Order of Knights was low, and so it felt like Selene's divine intervention that two should enter the order at the same time. Elizabeth had been her name; Jezebeth had even named her daughter after her.

Gone, no more... For all eternity...

And there had been once when Jezebeth was equally savaged as she was now. Back then, it was during training. The supervising drill-master had to leave Jezebeth and a few others alone when the Grandmaster had summoned him. A man amongst them, unimaginably jealous, had taken the opportunity to make known the severity of his feelings. He, along with two others, had swept Elizabeth aside and beaten her up. The jealous trainee had been blinded by his rage; he was caught and disciplined the moment the drill-master returned. Elizabeth had carried Jezebeth to the infirmary and lovingly tended to her.

And all I can do is to tend to her grave...

"Please, sip this," This unknown girl in a dark blue and brown dress offered, a cup of spirit in hand. "It's magic, it'll help."

For a moment, Jezebeth had actually seen Elizabeth in place of this sympathetic girl. The Knight's eyes gazed hungrily into the Vretonnian's, and when the hallucination was broken by her increased awareness, so was her shattered resolve even further.

Jezebeth had wanted to say something, but the moment her lips parted, great sadness surged through her, as if a great flood to end the world. Her lips, her chin trembled, and she couldn't help but to let out a pathetic whimper. Finally, the beaten Knight shook her head, sobbing.

"I am lost-" Jezebeth said with great difficulty, her eyes had returned to the ground. "Even if the elves would not end my misery-" She sniffled and gritted her teeth (which were all surprisingly intact) for a moment. She returned her silver-eyed gaze at the kindly Vretonnian, her visage of misery thus complete, "I have nothing left- to go back to- They are all dead- And so is my heart-" And with that mere confession, Jezebeth's pain had magnified that she could say no more.

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Well, surely a protagonist is just the eyes of a novel, isn't it more important what they see?

@The Fated Fallen

Not necessarily. A protagonist is usually very active in the plot of a novel.

Anyway, regarding the RP. Looks like you've forced my hand. I would have to post in response to your post. You've single-handedly moved the entire RP, @The Fated Fallen! Well done!

EDIT: Also, Jezebeth's nose isn't broken. Her beauty and latent unnatural allure had stayed the hand of the guard enough not to break it.

I like the bit about the Gambeson though. Those are some good details.

EDIT2: I'm such an OCD person :D But I guess that's the benefit of having only one RP to answer to. Anyway, I'm hoping that an additional post from me might open up more possibilities for interaction, and dispense more information for you guys to use.

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It's hard to make a character wholley unlike oneself (at least for me) that's still satisfying to play. So yeah, we probably have a lot in common, which means if we ever found ourselves in the same party we'd probably have to death battle to see who stays (that's how it works, right?)

@The Fated Fallen

Heh... You better hope that I'm not thinking the same way as you, or you'd be role playing with a Succubus. 😈

But seriously, I guess it just takes a lot of practice to write characters far different from you. The protagonist of my debut novel is pretty much my Alice Peerbane.

And that's with about a dozen years of intermittent practice. I guess it just wasn't important at that time for me to come up with a protagonist who's that different from me.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Hey guys, I've made a few changes as of today to my debut post.

Jezebeth is now not as big a rock star as she used to be. She's known throughout half of Andred, not the entire kingdom, though stories of her are still filtering to the other countries.

Also, because I like torturing people, I gave her a bloody nose and mouth to complement the cut on her cheek.