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(If I missed someone please mention them for me, I have to go to work).
I'm leaving it up to the players how they want to split but I do plan on having Logan go with the group that isn't with Tahra for the purposes of keeping everyone on track. You can decide together in OOC where the other group is going and why and then decide whether you want to do individual posts explaining the split or one joint post for expediency.
There are no limits on where you can go (you can make up any country/city/village and any number of allies to go search for).
Admittedly, if all of you go with Tahra (or with Logan) it will make it difficult. One of the purposes for the split aside from adding more story arcs is to manage the interactions between characters, so we aren't getting bogged down trying to include everyone in our post.
At this time, I also would like to ask how you guys want to handle player inactivity? If someone disappears without notice how long before you want me to step in and auto-post for them? How long before their character is written out of the story?
(If I missed someone please mention them for me, I have to go to work).
I'm leaving it up to the players how they want to split but I do plan on having Logan go with the group that isn't with Tahra for the purposes of keeping everyone on track. You can decide together in OOC where the other group is going and why and then decide whether you want to do individual posts explaining the split or one joint post for expediency.
There are no limits on where you can go (you can make up any country/city/village and any number of allies to go search for).
Admittedly, if all of you go with Tahra (or with Logan) it will make it difficult. One of the purposes for the split aside from adding more story arcs is to manage the interactions between characters, so we aren't getting bogged down trying to include everyone in our post.
At this time, I also would like to ask how you guys want to handle player inactivity? If someone disappears without notice how long before you want me to step in and auto-post for them? How long before their character is written out of the story?
Logan allowed Tahra to sleep, only waking her when she started to groan in her sleep like she was having a nightmare. He didn’t ask what it was about, he assumed it was about her mother. He had seen people killed in war but he’d never seen a loved one murdered and the Princess had certainly never seen death before that. Death changes you, and he didn’t want anything about the Princess to change. He had hoped to always be able to protect her – he had failed her last night.
“Since, you found us we need to introduce you to the others and decide together what to do.”
“Princess, I don’t believe that is the best idea. You don’t know these people, how do you know you can trust them?”
“Instinct. You told me to trust my instincts, Logan.”
Tahra was headed to the room where the others were when Logan grabbed her arm with his armored hand. The steel of his gauntlet digging tightly into her skin. “All due respect Princess, but your instincts did not save your mother and I will not allow you to fall to the same fate.
Tahra wrenched herself out of Logan’s grip. “Whether you allow it or not I will make my own decisions.”
Once in the other room Tahra explained who Logan was but she referred to him as Sir MacNair and avoided looking in his direction. “If Sir MacNair was able to find us, it won’t be long before my father’s men do. I would like to go to my mother’s home – to the elves of Selden Forest. I believe we could find allies there. That is for those of you who plan on staying and helping me overthrow my father. I heard some of you mention going elsewhere. The choice is yours, come with me to the Seldenese, stay here, do your own thing, or find allies elsewhere. I will not make you do anything, and I will not hold your choice against you.”
“Since, you found us we need to introduce you to the others and decide together what to do.”
“Princess, I don’t believe that is the best idea. You don’t know these people, how do you know you can trust them?”
“Instinct. You told me to trust my instincts, Logan.”
Tahra was headed to the room where the others were when Logan grabbed her arm with his armored hand. The steel of his gauntlet digging tightly into her skin. “All due respect Princess, but your instincts did not save your mother and I will not allow you to fall to the same fate.
Tahra wrenched herself out of Logan’s grip. “Whether you allow it or not I will make my own decisions.”
Once in the other room Tahra explained who Logan was but she referred to him as Sir MacNair and avoided looking in his direction. “If Sir MacNair was able to find us, it won’t be long before my father’s men do. I would like to go to my mother’s home – to the elves of Selden Forest. I believe we could find allies there. That is for those of you who plan on staying and helping me overthrow my father. I heard some of you mention going elsewhere. The choice is yours, come with me to the Seldenese, stay here, do your own thing, or find allies elsewhere. I will not make you do anything, and I will not hold your choice against you.”
@Dodi do 900 Just watched it. I didn't know his name but I love his standup.
@Dodi do 900 I am afraid I don't....
@Dodi do 900 I would be decidedly less amused if it were my toddler drunk in the room
2 Days Before the Queen’s Death
Sir Logan MacNair had been Princess Tahra’s personal guard since she was sixteen years old. He had shown great promise as a squire and shortly after being officially knighted at seventeen years old he had become solely responsible for putting down the rebellion in the southern part of the country. Recognized for his skill in battle and his keen mind the Queen personally asked him to look after her daughter. Tahra and Logan became fast friends but Logan was always aware of his place in society and in the Princess’s life.
It was mid-morning when Logan knocked on Tahra’s bed chamber door. The door had been hand carved from the woods of the Selden forest, home of the Seldenese Elves – the very same elves that the Queen had come from. The door looked like interlocking tree branches with minute carvings of woodland animals speckling its surface.
“I thought you were never going to come, you’re late, Logan,” Tahra crossed her armored arms over her chest and playfully pouted.
Logan bowed deeply, resting his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword. “My apologies, Princess.” His coffee colored eyes shined with mirth as he straightened himself back to his full height, just a head taller than the Princess.
Tahra and Logan headed to the training yard. “Logan, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Tahra? You have been my body guard for going on five years now, I believe that allows for a certain amount of familiarity.”
Logan flashed her a sheepish smile, he was a mild mannered man for the most part. “At least once more, as always, my Princess.”
Logan started every day the same with the Princess, he took her to train with the Knights of the kingdom, and she was quite skilled at combat, especially since she was the Princess and not expected to learn how to hold her own in combat. She was even more skilled than most of the knights in the King’s service. If she were not royalty she would have been slated for knighthood from her skills just as he had been.
Tahra was in the pit, sparring with a few knights while Logan observed, correcting her form and giving her pointers. He heard something cracking and looked around, that’s when he saw that the wooden beam directly over Tahra’s head was cracking and was moments away from crushing the Princess.
Logan shouted, “Move!”
It had the opposite effect of what he’d wanted, Tahra and the knights she was sparring with stopped to figure out where the danger was coming from. Logan at a full on sprint collided with Tahra, the beam narrowly missing them.
“And here I thought you didn’t want to be close to me, Logan.”
Logan scrambled to his feet, pulling Tahra up behind him. His eyes searching her body for any sign of an injury. “Are you alright, Princess? I don’t know how that happened.”
The Day of the Queen’s Murder/The Day Before the Princess’ Birthday
Logan was forbidden from accompanying Tahra to see the King and Queen, it made Logan uneasy, he had never liked the King. News spread quickly of the Queen’s death and that the Princess was responsible for the murder. As soon as he could, Logan made his way to the dungeons – to free his princess. He knew there was no way she had done this. He was making his way down the stairs when he heard glass shattering. He began to run down the stairs but had to slow down as a thick fog rolled over him.
He waited for the magic to pass before running into the dungeon, the cell where he had been told he would find the Princess was empty, the window at the end of the hall broken. Glass crunching beneath his steel boots, he peered out and saw the Princess along with a large group of people gathered on the river bank. He saw them get into a covered wagon and head east. Already knowing what he was going to do, Logan headed to the King.
“What do you mean she escaped?” Spit was flying from the King’s snarling mouth, landing on Logan’s face as he knelt before the King in fealty.
“She headed north, out of the city, she was on foot and by the looks of it, injured, she was limping.
“That was quite the fall. The King ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of what he wanted to do next. “MacNair, she trusts you. Find her and bring her to me. I want her alive, she will answer for her crimes!
Logan tracked the wagon to the abandoned noble estate, cautiously looking for a way in. Despite wearing heavy armor his footfalls were near silent. He waited for the man with silver hair to leave Tahra alone before entering the room. She was crying, dressed in leather armor he did not recognize. He snuck up behind her and placed his hand over her mouth.
“It’s me! It’s me! Princess, I’m so glad I found you! Are you alright?”
“Logan! I thought I would never see you again. How did you find us?” Tahra launched herself into Logan’s arms who awkwardly held her.
He explained everything before just letting her cry in his arms. “Sleep Princess, I’ll keep watch. In the morning we can decide what to do from here.”
Tahra was almost asleep when she heard him softly say, “Happy Birthday, Princess.”
Sir Logan MacNair had been Princess Tahra’s personal guard since she was sixteen years old. He had shown great promise as a squire and shortly after being officially knighted at seventeen years old he had become solely responsible for putting down the rebellion in the southern part of the country. Recognized for his skill in battle and his keen mind the Queen personally asked him to look after her daughter. Tahra and Logan became fast friends but Logan was always aware of his place in society and in the Princess’s life.
It was mid-morning when Logan knocked on Tahra’s bed chamber door. The door had been hand carved from the woods of the Selden forest, home of the Seldenese Elves – the very same elves that the Queen had come from. The door looked like interlocking tree branches with minute carvings of woodland animals speckling its surface.
“I thought you were never going to come, you’re late, Logan,” Tahra crossed her armored arms over her chest and playfully pouted.
Logan bowed deeply, resting his hand lightly on the hilt of his sword. “My apologies, Princess.” His coffee colored eyes shined with mirth as he straightened himself back to his full height, just a head taller than the Princess.
Tahra and Logan headed to the training yard. “Logan, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Tahra? You have been my body guard for going on five years now, I believe that allows for a certain amount of familiarity.”
Logan flashed her a sheepish smile, he was a mild mannered man for the most part. “At least once more, as always, my Princess.”
Logan started every day the same with the Princess, he took her to train with the Knights of the kingdom, and she was quite skilled at combat, especially since she was the Princess and not expected to learn how to hold her own in combat. She was even more skilled than most of the knights in the King’s service. If she were not royalty she would have been slated for knighthood from her skills just as he had been.
Tahra was in the pit, sparring with a few knights while Logan observed, correcting her form and giving her pointers. He heard something cracking and looked around, that’s when he saw that the wooden beam directly over Tahra’s head was cracking and was moments away from crushing the Princess.
Logan shouted, “Move!”
It had the opposite effect of what he’d wanted, Tahra and the knights she was sparring with stopped to figure out where the danger was coming from. Logan at a full on sprint collided with Tahra, the beam narrowly missing them.
“And here I thought you didn’t want to be close to me, Logan.”
Logan scrambled to his feet, pulling Tahra up behind him. His eyes searching her body for any sign of an injury. “Are you alright, Princess? I don’t know how that happened.”
The Day of the Queen’s Murder/The Day Before the Princess’ Birthday
Logan was forbidden from accompanying Tahra to see the King and Queen, it made Logan uneasy, he had never liked the King. News spread quickly of the Queen’s death and that the Princess was responsible for the murder. As soon as he could, Logan made his way to the dungeons – to free his princess. He knew there was no way she had done this. He was making his way down the stairs when he heard glass shattering. He began to run down the stairs but had to slow down as a thick fog rolled over him.
He waited for the magic to pass before running into the dungeon, the cell where he had been told he would find the Princess was empty, the window at the end of the hall broken. Glass crunching beneath his steel boots, he peered out and saw the Princess along with a large group of people gathered on the river bank. He saw them get into a covered wagon and head east. Already knowing what he was going to do, Logan headed to the King.
“What do you mean she escaped?” Spit was flying from the King’s snarling mouth, landing on Logan’s face as he knelt before the King in fealty.
“She headed north, out of the city, she was on foot and by the looks of it, injured, she was limping.
“That was quite the fall. The King ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of what he wanted to do next. “MacNair, she trusts you. Find her and bring her to me. I want her alive, she will answer for her crimes!
Logan tracked the wagon to the abandoned noble estate, cautiously looking for a way in. Despite wearing heavy armor his footfalls were near silent. He waited for the man with silver hair to leave Tahra alone before entering the room. She was crying, dressed in leather armor he did not recognize. He snuck up behind her and placed his hand over her mouth.
“It’s me! It’s me! Princess, I’m so glad I found you! Are you alright?”
“Logan! I thought I would never see you again. How did you find us?” Tahra launched herself into Logan’s arms who awkwardly held her.
He explained everything before just letting her cry in his arms. “Sleep Princess, I’ll keep watch. In the morning we can decide what to do from here.”
Tahra was almost asleep when she heard him softly say, “Happy Birthday, Princess.”
@IncredibleBee So...many...things...I could say about having quite the throat...immature moment over
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