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Walking Dead Roleplay

Awesome. I'm probably gonna wait on about 4 to 5 more people before making the thread. I should also say that this thread will always be accepting, and I'll never turn down someone because we might have a lot of players.

Walking Dead Roleplay

A thread based off the premise and setting of Robert Kirkman's work. It'd start out with every player in the same general space. Morality and player-driven plot would be the biggest focal points of the entire thread. We'd be loose with the rules, as you promote more fun, instead of putting a heavy focus on making things ultra-realistic. Players would be given an immense amount of freedom with their actions, as long as their actions are somewhat grounded, and not too far fetched (I.E finding a machine gun/rocket launcher/tank and using it.)

I would probably abstain from using a character, or just focus on NPCs, in order to focus more on making sure the players had their fun.

THREAD IS NOW UP! No Haven

When the Flames Die

Thomas chuckled, as he continued to watch the people dancing, "What did you expect? It's the King's Midnight feast." Thomas said with a chuckle, as he turned to look over at Lexine, "Well, would you like to join them?" Thomas asked, holding out his hand for Lexine to take. If there was any thing Thomas had learned from attending multiple royal events, it was how to spot a troublemaker, and dance. He had gotten quite well at it, and was usually asked by some lady-in-waiting or other to dance at royal events, but at something as low-key as the midnight feast, Thomas had no problem cutting loose and just dancing. This would also be the first time dancing at a royal event where he wasn't on duty, which had earned him plenty of ire before from Redwyne and Guy Arnulf.

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That question caught Thomas off-guard, and made him think for a moment. In honest, for some reason he didn't consider this place his new home. Of course, he had gotten used to Keilaud traditions, but it doesn't mean he had adopted them. After a slight pause to ponder, Thomas spoke up to answer the question posed, "The people don't have much faith in the leadership, lately, which is understandable." Thomas replied, keeping his eyes locked with Lexine. She seemed unnaturally stiff, and alert, for Thomas. He had noticed that kind of posture before. It was how he stood when he first joined the Order of the Thistle, and was extremely worried about something, "As for living here, it's perfectly fine. I enjoy the Palace, and my other sword-brothers. And the King is a good one to serve." Thomas spoke, turning his head back towards the water, gazing out and down on the ships that, even at this time, were entering and leaving the harbor. Yelling, over the bustle of the crowd, assaulted Thomas' ears. As he turned, he could already spot Gareth running to the dancing area, chasing Sophia. After a moment, the pair began to a dance, albeit a one that lacked the skill of most people who danced at royal events. "Looks like people are starting to take to dancing." Thomas pointed out, as more people began to make their way to the dance floor.

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Thomas laughed at Lexine's answer, "I have the privilege of being able to ignore the politics and focus only on protecting King Bard II." Thomas spoke, as he looked behind the two of them once more, looking over the bustle of the party, "Acting guard of Karl Lied? And where might the industrious Karl Lied be located at, ma'am?" Thomas asked. It was evident by his tone he was not poking fun at the woman, but was genuinely curious on where Lexine's charge was located. He had seen Karl Lied last night, and earlier this morning, but had not seem him the rest of the day, "And where are you from, ma'am, if you don't mind me asking?" Thomas was interested in the origins of the woman. She didn't appear to be from Keilaudrin, or at the least Mullen. As Thomas turned his attention from scanning the party, to lock eyes with Lexine, he realized that someone as verbose as Karl Lied would most definitely be where everyone could see him, and appreciate his character. A knot in Thomas' stomach began to take it's shape.

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"Sir Thomas of the Morgans, knight of the Order of the Thistle." Thomas said, some what lackluster in his delivery, "Lexine Tristan? I don't believe I've ever heard of you." Thomas added, turning his head back to the sea, "So, you're a bodyguard of some sort, then?" Thomas asked, slightly interested. Thomas wondered just who her charge could be, and if he was at the party at this moment. Almost on cue, Thomas turned his head back around, momentarily searching for someone that might be watching Lexine, or waiting on her, such as a charge. However, Thomas saw no such person, and returned his attention front-face, "Are you not enjoying the party, Miss Tristan?" Thomas asked, this time with a smirk and a small chuckle. They were the only two off to the side of the party, enjoying the monumental view the cliff side presented to the feast goers.

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Thomas shifted his glance, slightly, noticing the woman who had attempted to talk to him earlier, before turning his gaze back to the ocean laid out in front of him, "I stopped enjoying parties when I had to start looking out for the people who attended them." Thomas replied, with a slight smirk. He was happy he was the Champion for the Order, however. It meant he didn't have to be on full alert, as he was suppose to be off-duty. It was nice to enjoy the breeze, and relax a little, instead of looking every shadow for a possible killer, "I never caught your name, Miss." Thomas stated, turning his head to look at the woman, now fully appreciating the fact that the woman had clearly not dressed for a party, and instead opted for a uniform that made her plain and normal as possible. It had the reverse effect, however, With most wearing elaborate and decorated outfits, her plain outfit stuck out more than most. Thomas didn't like the vibe he got from the girl. Too mysterious for the normal guest, too odd for a person with no ulterior motive, and too dry for the normal women who attended these feasts.

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As Gareth and Sophia gorged themselves on the sweets, Thomas quietly slipped away, heading to the edge of the drop off, where the sea laid out before the viewer. Not many people gathered around the edge, no doubt anxious about being close to such a long fall with so many people around, but Thomas had no such fears. Thomas casually gazed out onto the sea as he stood. He could see the harbor down below, the same harbor he had arrived on years before after leaving Alinor. As Thomas remembered that, he remembered how difficult it ended up being actually leaving his old home. He had been hunted by members of his father's household guard, skilled swordsmen who had dedicated their lives to the King. Thomas had made most of his way across the vast country safe from anyone pursuing him, mainly due to the help of some personal friends, but it all came to a head once he reach the port town that would ferry him to Estovet. He could remember the entire exchange as if it had been yesterday.

Thomas approached the docks of the old port town in the middle of the night, flanked by 4 friends. Thandrin Wull, Sir Dustyn 'The Red' Lander, Kain Rills, and the Master-at-Arms of Lily Palace; Galbert Hent. As Thomas and his entourage approached the seemingly abandoned dock, three shadows stood at the end of the pier, but the shadows were no ordinary shadows. These men all possessed a white tree, no leaves, emblazoned on their black cloaks. Men of his father's personal guard. All three of their faces burned in Thomas' mind, as he stared the men down, "I looked for you at Lily Palace." Thomas said, as he placed his left hand on Harmony. "We were not there." replied the man at the lead of the three, who was obviously Commander Rypken, "Woe to you if we had been." replied another shadow, his sword hanging low in his hand, at his side. "I had killed our King with a dagger, and I wondered where you were to stop me." Thomas said, shifting uncomfortably. "We were far away," spoke the lead shadow, "or Archibald would still be king, and you'd be rotting in the ground." Thomas was unsettled. The men who stood before him could easily cut him down before he could draw his sword, "Bend your knee to your true King now, and I'll spare your lives." Thomas replied, his voice stern, but it was obvious he was shaken, "A true king would not be running to foreign ground." The third shadow stated, blankly, his hand now on his sword, "And our knees do not bend so easily." The lead shadow pointed out. "I had hoped you would of fled Alinor with my mother, and my sister, along with Sir Daniel and the rest of the Palace Guard." Thomas spoke, a knot now in his throat, as he gripped the hilt of Harmony ever tighter, "Sir Daniel is a good and true man." The second shadow spoke, "But not one of us." The lead shadow pointed out, "We. Do. Not. Flee." As the first shadow spoke, the third shadow stepped forward, his blade slowly being drawn from it's sheath, "Then, or now." The lead shadow placed his own hand on his sword, taking a step forward, "Some of us take our vows more seriously than others." He said as he drew a blade as black as his cloak, and as shiny as the surface of water. Thomas could hear his entourage draw their blades and step up beside him, ready for the fight, "Our blood won't flow as easily as your father's did, traitor." The third shadow spoke, "No, but it will flow." Thomas responded, as he quickly drew Harmony, and charged forward in a flash of steel and cloaks.

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Thomas stayed back, watching the scene unfold in front of him as Sophia assaulted the table full of desserts. He forgot the last time he had actually ate a sugary treat, but it had to be at least a couple of years. Thomas smiled as he remembered how rough the food was in Alinor, having grown up on things such as raw vegetables and fruits, interspersed with the occasional swan meat. Thomas' father had been especially temperate, who would wake before the sun had rose, drink a cup of hot water to whet his appetite, and then go the whole day before eating a meal that night. He always used to tell Thomas 'The lion hunts best when he is hungry'. Thomas used to think his father was crazy for that, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized how his father was always ready to go, and in his best shape at all times, "Save some room for the big meal." Thomas said, with a chuckle.

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Thomas smiled, and pointed towards a table towered with sweets and pastries, that various other guests were sampling from, "There's a good start, Your Grace." Thomas pointed, chuckling as he did. Thomas had no sweet tooth when it came to sugary foods, he preferred his typical diet of red meat, bread, and water, in order to make sure he was kept in top physical shape, but he imagined Gareth and Sophia would be delighted to try all the sweets, "The best bakers in Keilaudrin bake for the midnight feast, all those sweets were made probably only a couple hours ago." Thomas added, smelling the freshness of the sweets and pastries from here.