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8 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Got some interest in a couple plots; will shoot you a PM.
"By the gods," Lot muttered. "Do you ever have anything else to talk about other than your service to Luna?" Being alongside Illyce had been grating on him for hours now. It wasn't her station that bothered him, not in the slightest. Knights came and went in his former line of work for years. Knights like her didn't often make a strong point of talking, not even for as long as Illyce did. Then again, his relationship with them usually ended when coin crossed his hands, and without their opinions chasing him.
If there was anything different about Illyce, it was entirely obvious: maybe one in ten knights were female, a statistic he hadn't put too much thought into on the road, and she definitely wasn't as pretty as the few others he met. It didn't help that Illyce had fresh scars, he admitted, but the pit in his gut welled every time he had to remind himself she wasn't just window dressing.
Not that their escapes in the past hadn't proved that. Yet, the constant reminder of an actual, functional sword in a scabbard on her belt never helped him.
But the real, substantive difference had to be the way she had talked of her former liege. The very reason Lot had asked her to talk about something else was because of the contempt dripping from her words like overflowing, burnt soup:
”He’s a frugal man. I used to have respect for him, as one who looked out for Luna. He decided that clinging to his power was far more important than honor, let alone Luna. I wouldn't see his dishonor lead to her harm.”
Illyce, to her credit, held her head high, taking his question in.
“Did she seem okay, to you, Lot?”
Avoid my question, why don't you? Lot thought. But she did have a point. They hadn't much in the way of medicine for their wounds. Lot hadn't been wounded, and Illyce was hardy enough to walk a great number of things off. The princess on the other hand?
“Well, you've been on that bandaging like a hawk, so she'll be fine, I'd think.”
“Still. The maladies that could turn even a scratch deadly are many. We’d do to get medicine first.”
“Well, miss knight, you put a whole lot of trust in me to know medicine people in towns we know nothing about.”
“I never said I would leave you to your own devices.”
“So much for trust.”
“Luna trusts you, but have I made it clear how little I trust you?”
“Plenty. You'd think after rescuing you, and turning on my employers on so many occasions that I've surely got a price higher dead than alive.”
“I'm pretty sure your employers only want a few people alive. And I'm very sure that Luna planned the entirety of that rescue.”
Lot folded his arms. There was just no pleasing this woman, was there? Especially not with her next question:
“I don't think you've ever told myself or the princess who exactly your former employers are.”
“Well...where do I begin? Those guys who had you captured before? Definitely not them.”
Illyce looked back to him with a raised eyebrow. Lot shrugged.
“Those guys were definitely mercenaries hired by them though. The kind of delegating they do is so layered that even I had to be hired by a messenger.”
It wasn't an experience that would ever leave him. He remembered three bodyguards, each hardly human, with one dressed in inky garments, with beady white eyes, and buttons just as ivory and glossy. He was pretty sure he was just talking to people in masks, though they did make a show of talking as if they had much more sinister things to say, each in ringing, melodic sequence:
“The girl, white of hair.”
“Bring her to us.”
“The Court will claim her.”
“And you will claim the gold.”
“Gold you're sure to love.”
“A reward will let you ascend above.”
“While your ilk will fall below.”
Thinking back on it, the amount of sense it made dropped with every insinuation that it was enough money to tank entire economies. In retrospect, this little bizarre journey wouldn't have happened had he just moved to a different contract. The closer they drew to the town, the more he wondered just whose toes he stepped on.
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The sign swinging on the edge of a crooked, warping stick read “Agdenville.” Illyce had heard the name, if only in passing, that it wasn't the sort of place one would want to stay for more than a night. Not the sort of place to welcome strangers for long, and the kind of place to take a lot longer to trust anyone not in the immediate area. Still, she trudged further in.
It was a sadder hamlet than it had seemed. Already less than a day’s ride from their hideout, and a fog had began squirming its way through the wood and straw houses and palisade that dominated the next mile or two. The wood of these houses had lost its color, it's straw greying like ash, but somehow not caving in.
A chill ran through Illyce. Lot clearly felt it too, as he clung his coat closer. Illyce tossed him her shoulder cloak. He eagerly wrapped it around his shoulders, and then his own head, more as a scarf than a proper baldrick. She made her way closer.
“What are you doing?” Lot said. “It looks like no one’s here.”
“We need to make sure.”
“Of what? A cow attacking us with a deadly udder?”
Illyce turned back to Lot, and shot him a disgusted look. That was the least likely thing to happen.
“This town is unfriendly to outsiders, Lot. That's why we haven't just marched in.” She kept her voice low. Lot’s face remained just as skeptical.
She waved him over. They advanced further, footfalls meeting taller and taller grass. Only the sound of a crow greeted them. Something had to meet them here, one way or another. The grain silo nearby seemed as suspect an area as any. Illyce thrust her finger in its direction.
“Barring any actual resistance, we’ll grab what we need, leave an IOU, and leave.”
“For a knight, you sure don’t seem to look upon stealing very gravely.”
“What choice do we have right now, Lot? Leave the princess abandoned for any longer?”
The silence hung in the air, until another pair of footfalls echoed in the distance.
If there was anything different about Illyce, it was entirely obvious: maybe one in ten knights were female, a statistic he hadn't put too much thought into on the road, and she definitely wasn't as pretty as the few others he met. It didn't help that Illyce had fresh scars, he admitted, but the pit in his gut welled every time he had to remind himself she wasn't just window dressing.
Not that their escapes in the past hadn't proved that. Yet, the constant reminder of an actual, functional sword in a scabbard on her belt never helped him.
But the real, substantive difference had to be the way she had talked of her former liege. The very reason Lot had asked her to talk about something else was because of the contempt dripping from her words like overflowing, burnt soup:
”He’s a frugal man. I used to have respect for him, as one who looked out for Luna. He decided that clinging to his power was far more important than honor, let alone Luna. I wouldn't see his dishonor lead to her harm.”
Illyce, to her credit, held her head high, taking his question in.
“Did she seem okay, to you, Lot?”
Avoid my question, why don't you? Lot thought. But she did have a point. They hadn't much in the way of medicine for their wounds. Lot hadn't been wounded, and Illyce was hardy enough to walk a great number of things off. The princess on the other hand?
“Well, you've been on that bandaging like a hawk, so she'll be fine, I'd think.”
“Still. The maladies that could turn even a scratch deadly are many. We’d do to get medicine first.”
“Well, miss knight, you put a whole lot of trust in me to know medicine people in towns we know nothing about.”
“I never said I would leave you to your own devices.”
“So much for trust.”
“Luna trusts you, but have I made it clear how little I trust you?”
“Plenty. You'd think after rescuing you, and turning on my employers on so many occasions that I've surely got a price higher dead than alive.”
“I'm pretty sure your employers only want a few people alive. And I'm very sure that Luna planned the entirety of that rescue.”
Lot folded his arms. There was just no pleasing this woman, was there? Especially not with her next question:
“I don't think you've ever told myself or the princess who exactly your former employers are.”
“Well...where do I begin? Those guys who had you captured before? Definitely not them.”
Illyce looked back to him with a raised eyebrow. Lot shrugged.
“Those guys were definitely mercenaries hired by them though. The kind of delegating they do is so layered that even I had to be hired by a messenger.”
It wasn't an experience that would ever leave him. He remembered three bodyguards, each hardly human, with one dressed in inky garments, with beady white eyes, and buttons just as ivory and glossy. He was pretty sure he was just talking to people in masks, though they did make a show of talking as if they had much more sinister things to say, each in ringing, melodic sequence:
“The girl, white of hair.”
“Bring her to us.”
“The Court will claim her.”
“And you will claim the gold.”
“Gold you're sure to love.”
“A reward will let you ascend above.”
“While your ilk will fall below.”
Thinking back on it, the amount of sense it made dropped with every insinuation that it was enough money to tank entire economies. In retrospect, this little bizarre journey wouldn't have happened had he just moved to a different contract. The closer they drew to the town, the more he wondered just whose toes he stepped on.
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The sign swinging on the edge of a crooked, warping stick read “Agdenville.” Illyce had heard the name, if only in passing, that it wasn't the sort of place one would want to stay for more than a night. Not the sort of place to welcome strangers for long, and the kind of place to take a lot longer to trust anyone not in the immediate area. Still, she trudged further in.
It was a sadder hamlet than it had seemed. Already less than a day’s ride from their hideout, and a fog had began squirming its way through the wood and straw houses and palisade that dominated the next mile or two. The wood of these houses had lost its color, it's straw greying like ash, but somehow not caving in.
A chill ran through Illyce. Lot clearly felt it too, as he clung his coat closer. Illyce tossed him her shoulder cloak. He eagerly wrapped it around his shoulders, and then his own head, more as a scarf than a proper baldrick. She made her way closer.
“What are you doing?” Lot said. “It looks like no one’s here.”
“We need to make sure.”
“Of what? A cow attacking us with a deadly udder?”
Illyce turned back to Lot, and shot him a disgusted look. That was the least likely thing to happen.
“This town is unfriendly to outsiders, Lot. That's why we haven't just marched in.” She kept her voice low. Lot’s face remained just as skeptical.
She waved him over. They advanced further, footfalls meeting taller and taller grass. Only the sound of a crow greeted them. Something had to meet them here, one way or another. The grain silo nearby seemed as suspect an area as any. Illyce thrust her finger in its direction.
“Barring any actual resistance, we’ll grab what we need, leave an IOU, and leave.”
“For a knight, you sure don’t seem to look upon stealing very gravely.”
“What choice do we have right now, Lot? Leave the princess abandoned for any longer?”
The silence hung in the air, until another pair of footfalls echoed in the distance.
@Yuri_Empress Feel free to shoot me a PM to bounce some ideas, then.
You had me sold at World of Warcraft.
@NyanCaxx Sent you a PM.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Interest Checks
Actually -- if you're still in the Zone of Blegh as far as coming up with stuff for this RP is concerned, I have been working on my own iteration of an FE-Esque system if you're willing to try that out; it's a bit more Thracia/FE10-esque than this system; it's still a bit of a work in progress right now -- compiling stuff for it, mainly. However, I do have a plot and a setting in mind for it that I'm willing to GM, if you're up for it.
Yikes; killer writers block, eh?
Maybe err on the side of "delete everything and start over?" Or maybe like...introduce a conflict way more immediately? That always seems to work—the trick of breaking up a lull, even one this early, with violence.
Maybe err on the side of "delete everything and start over?" Or maybe like...introduce a conflict way more immediately? That always seems to work—the trick of breaking up a lull, even one this early, with violence.
On the list of horrible things to escalate the conflict, I wonder what would be next? Considering their destination is a port town, I did consider either (A) a mixup with sea travel, or (B) a scuffle with the wrong crowd/more bounty hunters...the latter of which might end in someone's death. I was thinking Goya, personally. That horse is like a loyal family member at this point -- too much shock value in that, you think?
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