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Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

Scarlet entered the dance hall as the celebrations first began. She stood near the back for the beginning, simply watching and making mental notes of who she wanted to talk to. It was easy for her to blend in for once and assume a new personality, thats why masqurades had always been her favorite event. She carried herself with her normal dark aura thought, and it was easy to tell that she didn't want to be bothered by any politicals issues tonight. Although she was masked, she still stood out from the rest. Even with her suposed distrust of everyone in the room, she still had a sense that drew young men to her for a quick dismissive conversation. If they weren't interesting, she didn't waste much time with them. She watched as intruduction were made and the flow of music made her want to dance, even if it would never happen.

Her hair was brought over to one side of her bare pale shoulders. It was silky and smooth when she ran her figures through it and its dark blond color reminded her of the flowers that bloomed in autumn. Not the ones that everyone admired that were dazzling arranges of colors, but the flowers that nobody noticed or cared, but were just as stunning. Scarlets eyes followed her hands down her outfit as they ran over the dress and felt the soft texture. The dress was black as the midnight sky and flowed out all around her as most ball gowns did. It was her favorite dress, but it wasn’t easy to maneuver around in. Her heels made it worse; they were probably the simplest thing in the outfit, but that didn’t make it easier to walk. They matched her dress in the fact that they were a simple black, but they had nothing special about them. She had practiced moving with grace, but her old habits still showed when she bit down on her lip or accidantly dropped a glass of wine. Her movements weren't prefect, but she didn't need prefect.

Scarlets eyes shone a Smokey gray, with her eyelashes painted black so that her eyes would be more attractive to look at. The makeup that had been applied didn’t help her feel anymore like herself. She could have been another person and nobody would be able to tell. She felt too young and out of place. The dance room was filled with young, bueatiful people, but the old members of the court still tried there best to dance without having heart attacks. They still had years of pratice on there sides and danced with a grace that scarlet couldn't easily muster. She tried to be light and happy, but it wasn't normal for her. She was better at having a dismissive look in her eyes and a sly smirk across her face. She just wanted to find something interesting that could grasp her attention, instead of boring her to tears. She was like a child, bored, curious and always seeming to want something, but she carried herself like a woman. Which made her interesting indeed.

Dragons of Volen~

Were justing waiting on two people to continue on, but this is really just an intro post for characters. I was going to continue, but decided it was better if we gave some room for introductions.

Ive decided that the people on stage kind of know whats going on, but the names are still drawn from a bowl. Everyone else should have no idea.

Dragons of Volen~

You can, but no promises that we might be half way across the fantasy world by the time you get c: We won't get too far, so nothing to worry about ^-^

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

Sorry, I'll fix mistakes right now. I was having some confusions with her role and other things. I'll get rid of the tattoos and give you the part of England she is In charge of. With the sexuality, I know it would all be secretive and a bit useless, but if it ever came up it would make the plot interesting.

Dragons of Volen~

Now that I reread it, it's a bit confusing. Their should only be the queen and maybe a few armed guards on stage and everyone else should be in the middle. Their should be guards lining the sides as well.

Edit: Alright I confused your character with another set of characters, yours should be in the crowd as well.

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Noticing the battle swiftly changing, Silver was rather confused by it all. She no longer had a sense of what was going on and just looked for the nearest thing that she could hit that wouldn't do anymore damage to the party. She watched the others fight and they reminded her of dancers gracefully moving with the rythme of the music. They all seemed to know what they were doing and she just seemed distracted. She found her own movement and ran forward loading her cross bow with a swift action and prepared to fire at the one to her immediate right. She was lacking grace today and the arrow flew over the goblins head again. It seemed she would do a better job hitting chickens today than actually targets.

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Moved 20 ft to the right. Roll (4)

Dragons of Volen~

Alright its up. Get to posting! :P

Dragons of Volen~

People gather far and wide to the capitol city for a ceremony that has lasted with the people for twelve years. The children tremble in the crowds with their own nightmares coming true before their own eyes and the parents weep when they think no one is looking. The celebration is a noisy crowd of organized chaos; they try to make it seem happy while enforcing it, but there are only a small number of fools that buy into it. People bump and push, noise rushing, goodbyes whispered in ears and prayers to non existent gods are made. Queen Victoria, who was eight teen years old, stood on the stage surveying the crowd. She had an unpleasant look in her eyes, but she remained silent. She was the only one in crowd that was still deemed a child by the courts eyes that had no chance of leaving her safety. She still looked afraid and uneasy as she stepped onto the stage. She met the eyes of little children and turned away to looked at the parents as quickly as she could.

The guards posted by the sides of the crowd straightened up as they watched the queen take her place on the stage. They all looked like humanoids, but some were far from it. Dragons stood in the place of humans, matching their appearance, but not there facial expressions. There was pity and shame in the human soldier’s eyes, a pain they carried with them constantly, and in the dragons eyes there was laughter and ease. The dragons had won their war; they were the victors of these games.

The crowd was settled by the rustle of soldiers and the sobs of a weeping mother where quickly silenced. The crowd fell into its own structure. There was at least a thousand children standing in the capitols square, but there was only forty that’s lives would end that day. The numbers were small, but it felt like a great lost for the people standing in the square. There was always a chance that you would be next, but it was a better sacrifice than what they used to have. Hundreds of people died each year and now there was only forty that said goodbye. The crowd seemed to shuffle by itself into a crowd of children standing near the front and parents that couldn’t say goodbye moving to the back to watch.

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Mercy shuffled through the crowd trying to find a place that she could stand where she wouldn't get the looks like that got standing in the middle of the crowd. Oddities were normal among the people, but that didn't mean they people weren't frightened of them, especially if they came from human villages. Mercy's long slender horns came out of the top of her head, near her forehead, and extended back with her hair. They were pitch black like the midnight sky and had rings along them as if they were made out of crushed up bones.

Her ash blonde hair that hadn’t been seen a pair of scissors since her village burned up in ashes, reached the bottom of her back. She wore a top that wrapped around her chest and left her mid drift open so the heat of the summer sun wouldn’t make her sweat. Her bottom half was covered by a worn out pair out shorts that had tools hanging loosely from her belt. The outfit distracted the people around her and brought more attention to her than she already had. It was prefect for theft, but in the middle of the crowd where she wasn’t interested in being watched it felt exposing.

Mercy looked around at the silent children that stood like statues waiting to see if anything would happen. Some of them were born into this treaty and others had known of the pain of the time before it, but they all understood the silence. The parents of the children knew better and cried over there loses. They knew that death was evil, but the children were ignorant as ever. She didn’t care about death, but tended to avoid it. It wasn’t like she was doing anything important with her life, so she didn’t seem to care if her torment was over. A part of her even wished for it.

The queen looked emotionless from where she stood, she was fairly upset, but it wasn’t for herself. Mercy could normally read people, but with the queen she could only tell minor things. The queen wasn’t like normal people; there was a piece of her missing. She was preparing for the same speech as each year, the same lies, the same feeling of emotionless sacrifices and heartbreak.

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Nixon stood in the mix of the crowd staring up at his sister feeling a mix of emotions. His Raven black hair matched hers, but he wasn’t wearing as extravagant clothing. They had similar facial features, but he was a bit softer, a bit younger, he still had excitement left in his eyes. He wore all black and had a long sword strapped to his side, but none of it seemed to matter at the moment. He felt sadness, but he couldn’t explain what it was. He had said his good byes to his sister before they left home, before she was quickly rushed out. They said good bye every year, but this year she had a longing in her eyes that confused and frustrated him.

He watched her as she got on the stage and ignored the people around him that bumped and pushed. He wanted to explain his feelings, but he couldn’t. He felt lost in the crowd and all by himself at the exact same time. A feeling of being surrounded by people, but having no one always seemed to haunt him, especially on this day. His eyes broke away from the stage and he looked at the soldiers with a small smile. The servants gossiped about how bad they were, but he didn’t see what they saw. They were trying to protect them. Everything that had ever happened was done for there safety. His father was gone so that they would be safe and every year more children left, but the safety stayed.

Dragons of Volen~

o.o I feel so special... I didn't think this was gonna be a really popular rp, but it actually got somewhere ^-^ Working on the first post right now, should be done soon (sorry Im just gonna make you more stressed) I tend to do that as well, so don't worry.

Lords and Ladies of the Court (A medieval politics roleplay)

Alrightie all done.