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Star Wars, a New Adventure

Interested. Order of preference would be the small scale conflict, then scum and villainy, then large scale, then sandbox. Would be willing to compete for the Dark Jedi role. A few questions worth mentioning though:

Would it be better to have everyone on the same side? My experiences with player versus player role playing have been either very good, or very bad. Generally the bad types are more common as auto-mortal-hits get called or some impossible dodge gets written, etc. Particularly considering jedi/dark jedi where their weapons are laser swords and their powers range from minor healing to instant death.

Would you be open to players using a canon character appropriate to the time period? or OCs only?

*ambles off to research the timeline of star wars*

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Khaylan grunted under his breath, focusing on the road ahead as the miles disappeared beneath the horses hooves. "Close enough I suppose," he said, removing one hand from the reins to point at a river that wound its way into sight in the distance ahead of them, "once we pass the closest curve of the river, it should be about two hours till we reach the city walls, after that another hour or so, depending on the foot traffic."

He almost asked if she was comfortable back there, but casual conversation was still coming slowly to him when talking to her. He was constantly surprised when the bumps of the road caused her to lurch forward against him, reminding him of how close they were required to be. He tried to district himself from that thought.

"Let's hear your story then," he said, his eyes on the road ahead.

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Ugh, rough two days at work. I'll try to get a post up tonight but it might have to wait till tomorrow

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

interested.

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Khaylan tried to hide his smirk, "Well, fortunately it is not all that different from riding with just one person. It is just a bit... short of room up there..." He trailed off, letting her connect the dots in her own mind as to what in all that would mean. It was not a short journey to the courts, and unless they wanted to spend several days more on the road than they had to, they would both have to ride at the same time. He walked up to the mare, who snorted at his presence and seemed to shy away half a step. He frowned slightly, he was a competent rider, as all knights must be, but he had never really had a gift for horses.

Khaylan turned around, eyeing a set of saddle bags that the healer had also brought out with her. He walked over to the bags and flipped open the cover on one, exposing his armor. He rooted around in the bag, swiftly exposing the chestplate and pauldrons and noting with a grimace that while the blood had been cleaned off of the metal, the hole in his armor was still quite noticeable. He would have to send it in to a smith he supposed. "Lightly armored it is then," he mumbled, retrieving his bracers and greaves. He felt better once at least part of him was incased in steel, though he would rather have had his thick breastplate on. He left his sword buckled to the saddle bags and hefted the moderately heavy sacks, placing them gently on the horse and tying them to the harness.

With that done, he gently placed his hands on the horse's back, leaning part of his weight on the mare to see if she was likely to bolt. When it seemed not, he sighed in relief and vaulted upwards, smoothly moving onto its back and grabbing the reins in one hand as the other reached in and dug out a handful of coins from a pouch. He frowned slightly as he looked at the coins, deep in thought as his gaze drifted to his armor, and then to his shoulder. Sighing, he tucked the coins into another pouch and untied the rest of his money, tossing the bag to the healer. "It's not enough to pay back everything, but it's a start. You'll have the rest in a month's time when your spell is ready. Until then, a thank you will have to suffice."

He turned towards Miranda's friend, "I'm afraid I'll need to borrow your songstress for a while. I'll arrange to have some coin delivered to you as well, until then," he reached across with the hand holding the reins and pulled off a small signet ring, tossing her the token, "use my name at the inn. Just... don't go overboard. I have a healer to pay, after all," he said, already cursing himself for his future financial ruin. Oh well, if things went badly, he wouldn't need to bother settling the debts anyways.

He turned his attention back to Miranda, reaching down with a gloved hand. "Shall we?"

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Yowch. Sounds nasty

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No worries.

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Khaylan glanced sideways at the healer as she began to walk off, "Somehow I don't think that will be a problem, with the right touch."

Khaylan walked a half circle around Miranda, eyes tracing up and down her figure. He brought a hand to his chin in thought, "Surprisingly, I think we can pull this off... you'll need to stand up a little straighter, and you must speak as though to the air around you, as though your audience is beneath your full attention. Save for those above your station."

"Even a knight, such as myself," he paused for a moment, almost struggling to form the next words, "ranks beneath you in the court. Unless of course, they are landed lords."

But then again, you already know all this, don't you?, Khaylan thought to himself. Again he almost posed the question that nagged away at the edge of his mind. There would be time for such things later, after he put others to the question. "Bravado, will be our strongest shield I'm afraid," Khaylan finished.

"The core part of the lie will be your story. We need a tale that is vague enough to not easily be verified, yet plausible enough to be believed," he looked her up and down again, "A friend of my family is a good enough tale, since we don't look enough alike to be family."

He grimaced slightly, forming and discarding lies. "As to why Ive brought you to court, that part may take some work. Most ladies attend court either to form political alliances... or marital ones. Where are you from? Originally, I mean. Not from around here hopefully..."

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Khaylan arched an eyebrow as Miranda entered the room once more, surprised by how oddly... fitting the dress looked on her. He cast a glance towards the healer, lending some more credence towards her story of Miranda having once been of noble rank herself. He opened his mouth, about to ask Miranda if the story were true or not, and if so, what her side of the tale was, but realized that the healer had spoken to him with the intent of being discreet and so cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to find something else to say. "You look...," he suddenly found himself short of words, an unusual occurrence for him, "I mean... that dress looks good on you..."

And now for the hardest part. "...Milady."

He barely got the word out, his mind stuck on thinking of her as the peasant girl from the streets. The dress helped, but there was quite a bit of history to overcome, and even a simple hesitation like that could end up causing all the wrong questions to get asked to the right people. He berated himself for the slipup and stood up straighter, bowing slightly and throwing on a falsely charming grin. I must treat her as a Lady of the court, with all due respect and honor, he thought to himself, or else we're both dead.

"Let's try that again, shall we?," he said, "Milady, you truly are looking wonderful today. Is that a new gown? If I might be allowed to say, you'll be the envy of the entire court. I almost fear to bring you lest the noble lords flock to you in droves and block mine own sight of you."

He stood back up, feeling a bit more confidant in this ruse than before. He was surprised at how much of his words, though overly flowered, rang true as he looked at her a second time. She did look good.

The best lies, all have a core of truth to them, he reminded himself, one of the earliest lessons he had learned at court.

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Off and running on my adventure. I'll be back in about 48 hours