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A Medieval / Dark Fantasy Roleplay (Inspired by Several Fandoms)

Did I? That must have been nearly a decade ago.

A Medieval / Dark Fantasy Roleplay (Inspired by Several Fandoms)

Yes it is

A Medieval / Dark Fantasy Roleplay (Inspired by Several Fandoms)

Yes.

Caravan: Resurrection

Zay held a hand up and looked down at the Knight's arm. His right shoulder pad was completely missing, and part of his breastplate was shattered. "Hold on Flin. This wasn't done by beasts," He said quietly, touching the edge of Captain Neal's shoulder. It looked a little lower than usual, and the gash wasn't a simple cut or bite. Something must have come down on his shoulder hard. The skin itself had been torn and his shoulder was completely dislocated. Zay pushed at the magical compress lightly and felt for any more significant injuries. There was dark bruising on top of his shoulder and the bones beneath his flesh were in pieces. He'd seen injuries like it before, mostly accidents. Things would fall and crush a man's shoulder from high above. But there were no injuries anywhere else. Zay felt Neal's face and head, but couldn't find any more contusions or fractures. Worst of all, the injured Captain had fallen unconscious and showed no sign of waking up. The rest of his body seemed completely uninjured. He turned to Pyra and sighed. "Good, you can help Flin in my place. Bring this man inside. There are medical supplies in the back. Noru will treat him and we'll take him with us to Marrenfall." Captain Copp stood up and began to scan the open fields to the north. He looked to Daelin and waited as Flin and Pyra began to lift the man at his feet. He turned to Marilyn and tossed her the Caravan Key as well, knowing that she'd likely know what to do with it. The woman barely caught it and nodded back.

Daelin's instincts weren't wrong though. Several creatures were slowly making their way around the foothills, trying their best to remain hidden within the cracks in the earth, and behind the mounds leading towards Centaurus. Zay couldn't see or hear them from where he stood, but he remained at the ready regardless.

Marilyn settled the Venbu and put the reins at ease, moving towards the back room to help fetch some medical supplies. Bandages and stitches wouldn't be enough if the man had already lost so much blood. Thankfully, they had healing tinctures in stock. But getting an unconscious man to drink wouldn't amount to much. Noru moved alongside Marilyn, ahead of Captain Copp's orders, and lifted the top of one barrel. He took no time in fetching a few bandages and a vial of blue liquid. Noru turned towards the metal gate at the back of the Caravan and whistled. "Lower the door. They won't be able to heft him in through the front," He ordered, waiting for Marilyn make tracks.

"Lyullia, make sure the reins are in good condition. The Venbu took a rough stop there," Marilyn said to Lyullia while quickly leaning back to peer at the woman, "Metal joints, chain integrity - The rune locks especially!"

Maa’jhick - Fantasy Medieval RP

I might be interested in a small group.

Caravan: Resurrection

Everyone aboard the Caravan was shaken about as it came to an abrupt halt. Marilyn tugged on the reins to settle the Venbu down, just barely keeping the beasts from breaking free of their restraints. By the time everything settled down, Noru was clutching to the rim of his bunk desperately, while Zay almost found himself flung over the railing by the quake.

"Everyone!" Marilyn called out, "There's somebody on the road!"

A single man was stumbling towards the Venbu with one hand clutching his shoulder. He wore a battered set of armor with Arcadia's royal crest embedded onto the width of a shoulder pad. His other arm was bare and covered in blood. It looked like it was stripped clean by something with strands of chain-mail and ripped leather hanging down to his elbow. It looked like he was about to wave Centaurus toward him, but as soon as he released pressure on the wound across his right shoulder, the bleeding continued and he stumbled forwards face first into the ground. Zay caught a glimpse of him as he fell, but didn't recognize the man. That didn't stop him from taking action.

"Flin, help me out!" Zay shouted whilst jumping down from the top of the cart and landing beside its Venbu. If they didn't act quick, that man was sure to die. But what they didn't know, is that the creatures likely to be responsible for his injuries were closing in on his scent quickly.

* * *

Earlier, at noon - 12:30 PM
Southern Trading Route - Centaurus' Original Path

Blake stood proudly on top of a supply Caravan while holding his hammer firmly behind his neck with both elbows. He stretched his shoulders while looking out into the hillside, disappointed with not only his men, but the information they were given. Three others were scouting the area nearby at the Caravan's base, all wearing casual clothes with no indication of their alignment. One was generously tearing supplies out of the storage room, while the other was carefully examining the bodies of the previous owners. They were all garbed in stock uniforms, none wearing anything even slightly unique. Well, that wasn't entirely true. A few of them were coated in far thicker layers of dried blood. Another man popped out of the Caravan just below the torn awning. Unlike the others, he wore a stock Arcadian uniform much like the victims, untarnished by injury or dirt. He quickly climbed up to where Blake stood and shrugged as the man looked his way.

"Like I told you, there's nothing to suggest-"

"Search it again then, yeh dimwit!" Blake shouted, lowering his hammer to the ground with a loud thud that cracked the wood paneling. Where his hammer rested, laid the corpse of a woman dressed in silver armor. No doubt, it was the armor of the Paladins. "This was too damn precise to be a coincidence! Why the hell was she-" Blake lifted his hammer and planted it right into a slot in the woman's armor the matched its width perfectly, "-here as well!?" The Arcadian knight stumbled over his own thoughts to answer.

"I haven't the foggiest, but I'm certain that this group knew nothing about it as well. The paladins must have gotten wind of our situation somehow. She appeared mere minutes before you." He pointed to himself and sighed. "If you hadn't stepped in, I'd be dead. I'd say our mission remains a success-"

"Oh shut it!" Blake grunted, leaving his massive war hammer planted firmly in the lady paladin's corpse. The large man looked out into the hills and ran his bare hands through his hair, pulling at the follicles angrily. With so little hair left, the stress of this situation threatened permanent baldness on Blake. "I was lucky enough to get the drop on this righteous little harlot! The captain escaped and we lost a man. This is hardly a success! If he gets away and alerts another Caravan, that's that!" Blake's arms crashed down to his sides and went limp. "All becomes lost! We become public criminals!" He began to break down into a panic, "That's if she doesn't kill me first..."

"That injury was severe. He'll bleed out in less than an hour at this rate, assuming the beasts in the hills don't get him first," The knight assured Blake, "You're blowing this out of proportion, sir. We have nothing to worry about." Blake lowered his head into a slow nod.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. I guess you're right about that." He turned his head and began inching his way to the front of the Caravan's roof. "But y'know..." Blake leaned forward and glared at the two slaughtered Venbu in front of him, while scoping out the path that lead to Marrenfall. "...I'm more worried about the sisters."

Attention: Heroes Required

Yeah sure, I'm interested.

A Hero Tale {Complete}

Zelraka's fist crashed into Gideon's double before he could stop the sheer force of his strike. It was a little less refined than when he'd appeared behind Gideon with Zelrian's signature habit, and it ended up biting him in the end. Although the clone was blown away into dust, fragments of stone were stuck along Zelraka's entire arm. Small trails of blood ran down from the impact points, but were quickly stopped by an influx of the fusion's healing factor. The shards that impaled him were either completely destroyed by the radiation of his aura, or simply pushed away by his mending flesh. He seemed a little confused for a split second, and immediately began to search for Gideon after his mistake, floating towards the center of the room.

"I knew my little monologue was probably a bad idea."

Caravan: Resurrection

Noru rolled his eyes. "It's a trading route, and I'm not a prophet. The wilds aren't exactly a math problem. There's no telling what we'll see." He peered out at Marilyn after the cart shook and slowly made his way past Flin, trying his best to rid himself of the boy's questions. For such a experienced knight, Noru was awfully impatient with people Like Flin. One question after another accompanied by an unearned smugness... He wasn't there to babysit! "Excuse me."

Zay was perched over the railings that lined Centaurus' top floor, peering off into the plains as Lyullia called to him. He nodded quietly as she went ahead with her book anyways. It was probably about time to assign some shifts. People had to sleep after all. It would be the end if they were caught unawares by anything while exhausted. Maybe it could wait a few more minutes, though. "I'd look for a place to stop soon, Lia," Zay yawned, "We'll be outside of the city's scouting range soon."

With their initial path already behind them, Caravan Centaurus was already off course. There was really no telling whether Daelin's intuition was right or not. but it didn't matter. Centaurus wouldn't know what they were in for until they came face to face with it.

* * *

2 hours later, 1:23 PM
Eastern Trading Route - Slightly ahead of Centaurus

The hills south of Centaurus' new route could not be traversed by Caravan. Uneven paths, sudden stop-gaps, and random climbs that varied from shallow angles to sheer cliffs made it extremely dangerous. After several tipped carts, lost Venbu, and unfortunate encounters with the local beasts, Arcadia and the surrounding Nations had given up on taming its expanses. Most simply avoided them, but when there's nowhere else to run, the hills served as very efficient cover for unfortunate stragglers and lost travelers, assuming they didn't fall prey to the creatures dwelling within.

One such traveler found themselves near the edge of the hilly terrain. A lone Captain of the Arcadian royal forces, and previous head of Caravan Cancer. But his team did not accompany him, and his Caravan was lost long before he'd made the decision to retreat to the hills for cover. Thankfully, after nearly a day of wretched travel, Captain Neale Geroldus found himself within reach of the Northern Trading route. The very same Route that Caravan Centaurus had chosen to take only a couple of hours earlier. But if he didn't hurry now, the Venbu keeping them on schedule would dart right past him and continue towards Marrenfall.

Let's Go Save the Princess!

No issue. I clarified his weapon in the CS anyways, under strengths.

A Good Boy

Bo Ophelious

Brash ♦ Bold ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Selfless ♦ Aloof ♦ Dishonest

Name

Bo Ophelious

Age

23

Physical Details

• Height - 5'10''
• Weight - 175 lbs
• Hair color - Red/Orange
• Eye color - Green
• Other details - Missing right eye, Has a crude tattoo of a dolphin on the back of his hand.

Personality

Bo sits somewhere between lovable idiot and total jackass. For a fisherman who spends so much time braving the seas, he cannot take anything seriously for the life of him. Considering his demeanor, it's pretty difficult to find Bo with anything other than a stupid smile smeared across his dumb face. But don't let that fool you, this guy's main prerogative in life is to be in control of everything. That's just the way he likes it. Fortunately for him most things end up going his way. For a loudmouthed ass hat, he's pretty good at baiting others into his pace, whether it's through conversation or some exotic spear-play.

Though Bo doesn't seem to care about anyone other than himself, he's quite kind to people who don't give him any reason not to be. It's a special type of kindness though, wherein he treats everyone like a child and maintains a very subtle aura of command. If somebody has to look out for the 'little people' it's definitely going to be the infamous fish-boy with a heart of copper and a tongue sharp enough to cut through paper. He's always looking out for others before looking out for himself.

What bothers Bo more than anything else is when people act like they're on top of the world. He's terrible at following orders, especially when those orders are stupid. This is pretty hypocritical of him and he knows it, but it doesn't stop the guy from dousing arrogant twats in a swathe of sarcasm and belittlement, all while wearing a smug little grin. On the opposite end of the spectrum, he is terrible at taking compliments, however rarely they might come his way. Rather than pump up his ego even more, getting complimented actually makes him doubt himself and stumble over his own words like there's a wad of cotton lodged in his mouth. The more sincere and personal the compliment, the worse it is. Bo is especially bad at dealing with women who don't hate him. He's no stranger to rejection or negativity - It's almost like he sustains himself on it - but when it comes to flirting, he might as well be an Oyster. Even if that's the case, he's always fantasized about being somebody's prince charming. Of course, he'd never admit it.

Class

Sea Lancer

Strengths

Bo has exceptional balance and excels at activities like acrobatics, climbing, handling large weapons, and swimming. With his lithe body frame and ability to handle pressure without much trouble, this fisherman keeps himself in one piece by shifting the tides of life in his favor. While he can't create water on his own, Bo can freely control liquids around himself as long as their volume is roughly 90% H2O or more. This doesn't work on water in the human body, or that of any living thing. Of course, his real claim to fame is his proficiency with Pole-arms, spears, harpoons, and other elongated weapons. Even when he's not on duty, he carries a long harpoon-like spear on his back at a 45 degree angle. He's awfully apt with the thing, even if it does trip people walking past him occasionally. Combining his attributes together, Bo's a tricky son of a bitch on his own, even more so if he's anywhere near a lake.

Weaknesses

Despite his inherent agility and quick wit, Bo is built like a toothpick and has almost no pain tolerance. He cannot take a hit to save his life and lacks the fortitude to keep moving efficiently if any part of his body is in pain. Although he puts on a brave face, this makes him terrified of little knives and projectiles, considering how quickly they move. The last thing he wants to put up with is a hole in his stomach. If that wasn't terrible enough, Bo does not like blood in the slightest. Even though it's mostly a liquid substance, he can't use his magic to drain corpses like a psychotic vampire, and if he ends up covered in too much of the stuff, he'll start to panic like crazy. He's also too carefree for his own good, but it usually doesn't matter too much.

What were you doing when the princess was kidnapped?

As a fishermen who practically supports his entire family by capturing uh, fish, Bo was present near Gardenia's annual festival with his cart full of various sea creatures. The people of this royal city couldn't get enough of his pristine product, especially since he brought them into the city live and fresh. Do you know how much a sea-food connoisseur will pay for a mussel if you polish the shell a little and say it's magical? Enough. With his occupation keeping him close to the castle at the time of the princess' unfortunate kidnapping, Bo was one of the first people to respond! He just wasn't... All that effective at doing anything productive to save her.

Plus a fishy meme.

Fish boy...?