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Salutations and Felicitations!
As my title alludes to I'm a student. I'm currently studying for my BA in History and Ancient History. I love diving into lore be it that of the past, or whether it be the brilliant product of the human imagination.
But just as fun I find is picking lore apart and making something new with it, and that's what draws me to good role-plays. Those little references shaped into new forms are really what helps to keep me hooked, just as much as good writing.
As my title alludes to I'm a student. I'm currently studying for my BA in History and Ancient History. I love diving into lore be it that of the past, or whether it be the brilliant product of the human imagination.
But just as fun I find is picking lore apart and making something new with it, and that's what draws me to good role-plays. Those little references shaped into new forms are really what helps to keep me hooked, just as much as good writing.
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The caravan made its way through the winding wood at a slow pace, the single wagon and two packs horses moving at a speed that was easy for the various guards to match.
A few of the guards were old hands, four of them all knew each other well and had worked with the merchants covering this route before. However this time the merchants had seen fit to bring on some extra hands.
As the group had travelled the road they'd come across a number of strangers, each wandering the same long road. Out of practicality they'd decided to travel together, there being greater safety in numbers especially under the dark eaves of the forest that hung low over the road. They hadn't talked much but after several hours of long travel it was time to stop for lunch.
The caravan master brought the wagon to the side of the road alongside a small clearing and the merchants set about tying up the horses, as the guards settled down here and there to eat whatever rations they had.
A few of the guards were old hands, four of them all knew each other well and had worked with the merchants covering this route before. However this time the merchants had seen fit to bring on some extra hands.
As the group had travelled the road they'd come across a number of strangers, each wandering the same long road. Out of practicality they'd decided to travel together, there being greater safety in numbers especially under the dark eaves of the forest that hung low over the road. They hadn't talked much but after several hours of long travel it was time to stop for lunch.
The caravan master brought the wagon to the side of the road alongside a small clearing and the merchants set about tying up the horses, as the guards settled down here and there to eat whatever rations they had.
Just as before Amon waits for Naya to ask all her questions before responding to them, a peculiarity of speech to her he thought, but the norm to those used to high culture.
'Ahh, you view coven as family…' he paused for a moment having said this, running the thought through his mind. 'In the library of the Pesegae I read an old tome on mage-kind of foreign lands, it described covens as secret gatherings. It did not make mention of any familial ties between coven-kin. For us in the city we have families, usually they consist of a bonded Sorcerer and Sorceress and their children. There are exceptions though, for example we Pesegae Knights are all family, not necessarily by blood, but by purpose. The Luminarks are the same, they have a common purpose and swear themselves to one another just like we Knights do.' He stopped talking as Ormuzhd came to the crest of dune that had a slight but steady incline.
Amon looked around him, noticing a trio of figures off in the distance, he turned Ormuzhd to face them and set off, maintaining the same pace as before so he could answer a few more of Naya's questions.
'As for having a bond mate, no I do not. Knights such as myself aren't permitted to take a bond mate until we have proven ourselves worthy. Those Knights that hold the title Corvidae, Raptora, Athenaen, Pavoni or Pyrae are allowed, but regular Knights such as myself are not. If I wish to attain one of those titles then I must prove myself in battle or study and there has yet to be a chance to do so. As for the trees of course there are, we have immense gardens and the roads are lined with plants and fountains to relieve the worst of the heat.'
As he finished speaking he looked out at the horizon again, he observed the three figures. Now that he was closer he could see that they were carrying spears, he drew Ra'Kes from its place at his side, holding the reigns in his other hand. He turned to his shoulder to see that Naya has pressed herself in behind his shoulder to shield herself from the sand and the wind. 'Trouble up ahead, we're going to go fast, hold onto me and when we stop stay on Ormuzhd whatever happens don't intervene just stay on Ormuzhd' he instructed.
Not waiting for a response he snapped Ormuzhd's reigns sharply and they shot forward at great speed. Ormuzhd skittered across the sand a cloud billowing up behind him as he shot forward, Amon leant forward as they shot forward holding Ra'Kes close against his leg. After a couple of minutes they arrived at the three figures, Ormuzhd slowed down as he closed in on the figures and Amon appraised each one of them.
They wore dirty leather armour with dirty bedraggled robes draped over the top, they each had backpacks and carried a long bladed spear in their right hands. One of the figures wore a hood with a scarlet band tied around the top, it was evident that he was the leader of the men.
'Greetings wanderers' called Amon as Ormuzhd loped closer, Ra'Kes was tightly gripped in his hand and could be seen by the three men. As he called out the figure with the scarlet band turned to face him.
'Ahh, you view coven as family…' he paused for a moment having said this, running the thought through his mind. 'In the library of the Pesegae I read an old tome on mage-kind of foreign lands, it described covens as secret gatherings. It did not make mention of any familial ties between coven-kin. For us in the city we have families, usually they consist of a bonded Sorcerer and Sorceress and their children. There are exceptions though, for example we Pesegae Knights are all family, not necessarily by blood, but by purpose. The Luminarks are the same, they have a common purpose and swear themselves to one another just like we Knights do.' He stopped talking as Ormuzhd came to the crest of dune that had a slight but steady incline.
Amon looked around him, noticing a trio of figures off in the distance, he turned Ormuzhd to face them and set off, maintaining the same pace as before so he could answer a few more of Naya's questions.
'As for having a bond mate, no I do not. Knights such as myself aren't permitted to take a bond mate until we have proven ourselves worthy. Those Knights that hold the title Corvidae, Raptora, Athenaen, Pavoni or Pyrae are allowed, but regular Knights such as myself are not. If I wish to attain one of those titles then I must prove myself in battle or study and there has yet to be a chance to do so. As for the trees of course there are, we have immense gardens and the roads are lined with plants and fountains to relieve the worst of the heat.'
As he finished speaking he looked out at the horizon again, he observed the three figures. Now that he was closer he could see that they were carrying spears, he drew Ra'Kes from its place at his side, holding the reigns in his other hand. He turned to his shoulder to see that Naya has pressed herself in behind his shoulder to shield herself from the sand and the wind. 'Trouble up ahead, we're going to go fast, hold onto me and when we stop stay on Ormuzhd whatever happens don't intervene just stay on Ormuzhd' he instructed.
Not waiting for a response he snapped Ormuzhd's reigns sharply and they shot forward at great speed. Ormuzhd skittered across the sand a cloud billowing up behind him as he shot forward, Amon leant forward as they shot forward holding Ra'Kes close against his leg. After a couple of minutes they arrived at the three figures, Ormuzhd slowed down as he closed in on the figures and Amon appraised each one of them.
They wore dirty leather armour with dirty bedraggled robes draped over the top, they each had backpacks and carried a long bladed spear in their right hands. One of the figures wore a hood with a scarlet band tied around the top, it was evident that he was the leader of the men.
'Greetings wanderers' called Amon as Ormuzhd loped closer, Ra'Kes was tightly gripped in his hand and could be seen by the three men. As he called out the figure with the scarlet band turned to face him.
Perfectly fine by me, I might emulate it here and there it's quite a good technique.
@Frengo A caravan sounds good, I'll leave this open for a day so that other people can suggest their ideas however.
Okay well we seem to favour A, so do you all want to give me a rough idea of what you'd be doing on the road or near the road, I'll throw a general scene together and then you can all go from there?
His mind raced as Anastasiya talked. You idiot! he thought how on earth did you let that slip out, if she says anything to father... His mind still racing Nikolai tried to come up with ways to explain what he'd said, trying to think of ways to change the subject, whilst trying to appear as though nothing were wrong.
Nikolai looked up as she finished talking. 'A tour' he responded, a shade confused before his panicked brain caught up with him. 'Err yes that would be wonderful.'
He latched firmly onto the chance to change the subject. Nikolai got to his feet, walking over to the door and opening it for Anastasiya, before waiting there politely.
Nikolai looked up as she finished talking. 'A tour' he responded, a shade confused before his panicked brain caught up with him. 'Err yes that would be wonderful.'
He latched firmly onto the chance to change the subject. Nikolai got to his feet, walking over to the door and opening it for Anastasiya, before waiting there politely.
@abloomingflower@Metronome You're both accepted slot yourselves into the character tab.
@Frengo@The Elvenqueen@corbosiny
Right not that we've all the positions filled, and a bard for good measure, I'd say we're ready to start.
Now I have two starting scenarios, you can either:
A) Have recently all met on the road to Mehill the City of Gardens
or
B) All meet in Mehill's Town Hall looking for work
What would be your preference?
(Oh and in case you missed it, I've added a few things about the rules for the RP to the first post in the OOC tab. Basic stuff for you veterans, but as we had some new people I thought I'd include it just to cover the basics.)
@Frengo@The Elvenqueen@corbosiny
Right not that we've all the positions filled, and a bard for good measure, I'd say we're ready to start.
Now I have two starting scenarios, you can either:
A) Have recently all met on the road to Mehill the City of Gardens
or
B) All meet in Mehill's Town Hall looking for work
What would be your preference?
(Oh and in case you missed it, I've added a few things about the rules for the RP to the first post in the OOC tab. Basic stuff for you veterans, but as we had some new people I thought I'd include it just to cover the basics.)
Amon laughs looking Naya in the eyes as she bombards him with questions. He turns from her and takes hold of Ormuzhd's reigns Naya clinging on tightly, her slight frame pressed against him and he sets off, back towards the city at a slow pace so that he might answer her questions.
'Indeed Ringmail, or Lorica Hamata in the High Gothic tongue' he begins 'It is designed to protect warriors in battle from slashes and strikes with smaller blunt weapons. If you slashed my belly with your little dagger you'd do me no harm the Ringmail would stop the blade from cutting me. As for Hexes some Ringmail can, if you work magic into it, the Ringmail I wear protects me from magical attacks. However, the protection isn't absolute a strong enough spell could still do me some damage'.
He pauses for a moment looking back at the inquisitive woman her head still perched on his shoulder. Her bright blue eyes shone back at him from behind her shroud, they reminded him of still water at the bottom of marble pools. The colour contrasting brightly against her skin.
He shook himself free of his thoughts as Ormuzhd loped his way down a steep dune. Amon stiffened in the saddle keeping himself and Naya from falling out of the saddle, once again he felt her slight frame press against him and her arms seemed to tighten around him as they picked up speed towards the bottom of the dune.
'Well know that's finished' he remarked 'I shall answer your next set of questions'. He paused once more taking a deep breath before speaking, his tone was softer now, much kinder, the authority was still there, but it didn't lend the same harsh edge to his speech. 'We don't have covens in the traditional sense. Unlike everywhere else in the world mage-kind don't live hidden away in the Kingdom of White Marble. We live freely and openly in our towns and villages, those who are not mage-kind live alongside us in peace, we help one another. As for witches and warlocks touching one another, we allow it of course, but usually it happens in private, in the chambers of the witch and warlock in question. Well that's the case if things are very intimate anyway, holding hands and the like isn't frowned upon, in high society it is encouraged'.
At this point Amon looked around them. Ormuzhd was still loping at a relatively slow pace across the sands and the horizon was a blurred haze, the environment warped by the heat. Seeing nothing Amon rode on and resumed answering Naya's questions.
'As for having children, that's a very private matter indeed. Witches and Warlocks as you know them, or as we'd call them Sorcerers and Sorceresses, choose a partner. Someone they trust, care about and love. If they think they have found the right partner then they will undergo a binding, a ritual in which the two swear themselves to one another for the rest of their days. Following this, the two will live together and beget children in the…' he pauses for a moment hardly believing he has to explain such things 'In the usual manner, no spells or anything'.
Amon reaches down and takes out a canteen once more offering it to Naya. 'Here, drink you'll need it if you're not used to this heat as I am. Whilst you're drinking I will explain what will happen when we arrive' Amon states a tad more confidently, glad to no longer be explaining such intimate things to a total stranger.
'When we arrive we will head for the Knights' stables. There I shall put Ormuzhd in his stable, and then you and I shall head to the Council chambers. On our way there, stay close to me and don't speak to anyone, let me do the talking for now, if you have questions make note of them and you can ask me later' he pauses, still holding the canteen in one hand he shakes it. 'Please take this' he remarks 'You'll need it more than me. Now when we get to the Council chambers I will talk to one of the Wardens, they will work out where you will live and so on, until you get yourself settled. Following that, it should be time for lunch, then you can ask any questions you have'.
'Indeed Ringmail, or Lorica Hamata in the High Gothic tongue' he begins 'It is designed to protect warriors in battle from slashes and strikes with smaller blunt weapons. If you slashed my belly with your little dagger you'd do me no harm the Ringmail would stop the blade from cutting me. As for Hexes some Ringmail can, if you work magic into it, the Ringmail I wear protects me from magical attacks. However, the protection isn't absolute a strong enough spell could still do me some damage'.
He pauses for a moment looking back at the inquisitive woman her head still perched on his shoulder. Her bright blue eyes shone back at him from behind her shroud, they reminded him of still water at the bottom of marble pools. The colour contrasting brightly against her skin.
He shook himself free of his thoughts as Ormuzhd loped his way down a steep dune. Amon stiffened in the saddle keeping himself and Naya from falling out of the saddle, once again he felt her slight frame press against him and her arms seemed to tighten around him as they picked up speed towards the bottom of the dune.
'Well know that's finished' he remarked 'I shall answer your next set of questions'. He paused once more taking a deep breath before speaking, his tone was softer now, much kinder, the authority was still there, but it didn't lend the same harsh edge to his speech. 'We don't have covens in the traditional sense. Unlike everywhere else in the world mage-kind don't live hidden away in the Kingdom of White Marble. We live freely and openly in our towns and villages, those who are not mage-kind live alongside us in peace, we help one another. As for witches and warlocks touching one another, we allow it of course, but usually it happens in private, in the chambers of the witch and warlock in question. Well that's the case if things are very intimate anyway, holding hands and the like isn't frowned upon, in high society it is encouraged'.
At this point Amon looked around them. Ormuzhd was still loping at a relatively slow pace across the sands and the horizon was a blurred haze, the environment warped by the heat. Seeing nothing Amon rode on and resumed answering Naya's questions.
'As for having children, that's a very private matter indeed. Witches and Warlocks as you know them, or as we'd call them Sorcerers and Sorceresses, choose a partner. Someone they trust, care about and love. If they think they have found the right partner then they will undergo a binding, a ritual in which the two swear themselves to one another for the rest of their days. Following this, the two will live together and beget children in the…' he pauses for a moment hardly believing he has to explain such things 'In the usual manner, no spells or anything'.
Amon reaches down and takes out a canteen once more offering it to Naya. 'Here, drink you'll need it if you're not used to this heat as I am. Whilst you're drinking I will explain what will happen when we arrive' Amon states a tad more confidently, glad to no longer be explaining such intimate things to a total stranger.
'When we arrive we will head for the Knights' stables. There I shall put Ormuzhd in his stable, and then you and I shall head to the Council chambers. On our way there, stay close to me and don't speak to anyone, let me do the talking for now, if you have questions make note of them and you can ask me later' he pauses, still holding the canteen in one hand he shakes it. 'Please take this' he remarks 'You'll need it more than me. Now when we get to the Council chambers I will talk to one of the Wardens, they will work out where you will live and so on, until you get yourself settled. Following that, it should be time for lunch, then you can ask any questions you have'.
@corbosiny Yes you're all good to move to the CS tab.
@abloomingflower Sure that would round out the party nicely.
@Metronome That'd be fine, what sort of class were you looking to play? I'm gonna let you and @dereken play too so the party will be a little bigger than I'd planned but if you've got cool characters I don't want to leave you out.
@abloomingflower Sure that would round out the party nicely.
@Metronome That'd be fine, what sort of class were you looking to play? I'm gonna let you and @dereken play too so the party will be a little bigger than I'd planned but if you've got cool characters I don't want to leave you out.
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