Xaltwind

Blood of the Crown (Medieval Fantasy, Royalty, Magic)

Welcome back to you!
I might be interested, but I do have some questions before I can say anything for certain. So if you don't mind, I'll wait for your answers before I can anything for sure.

Questions:
1. What role will the players take on in this roleplay? Are we the Knight Commanders? Jealous Nobles who want to usurp the throne and prevent the adventurer from being found? Rank and file grunts who're tasked WITH finding the adventurer? Royal Bloodline descendants who've been in the dark about their heritage up until now?

2. The tags of this roleplay include "romance" and "18+". But the descriptions/synopsis gives no hint as to who, what, where or why. Is it romance-themed because romancing NPCs/other players is an option, or is it a requirement? Is it 19+ because there'll be themes of a suggestive or raunchy nature, or is it because there'll be turbo-violence and descriptive grimdark so nasty that it'd make a child have nightmares? OR both?

3. As it is a fantasy world with magic, is it one where multiple races exist, or is it a medieval world but with magic where only humans (or some kind of equivalent) exist?

4. What is the ultimate goal of the players? To restore the ancient bloodline of kings to the throne? To romance the heir/ess? To... Uh... Fill all the important positons in the court? To settle down and have babbies of their own?

5. What art style/theme are you going for with the world? Photorealistic real life? Saturday morning cartoon? Western stylized fantasy art a la D&D? Anime/Manga? Some kind of fusion of something? Or just, anything and everything?

That's all I've got for now. Depending on your answers, I may come up with more things to ask. Or I might not. Anyway, I look forward to hearing your reply. :)

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@BunniesOfDoom
Yup, I sent you a PM with the details~

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PRetty much just waiting on other people to do something/anything before I post again~

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@BunniesOfDoom
Hoho, look at Addie, being the temptuous vixen who lures good, pure young men to their doom with her wiles! Or somehting.

Just want to point out that Victor and Wilma have already left the gathered group and are wandering the village ruins, so they're not actually in their wagon... Which means Adrila is currently talking to... Well... Nobody... xD

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Thankfully the holidays are almost over. Then we can all return to a normal posting-schedule~
... And work... T~T

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Being sick is the worst. <_>

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@Expendable
Blaah, getting the sick is da worst. >_<
Hope you feel better soon, meng. :<

@Foster
Aw, she's adorable~

EDIT:

Crap... I forgot which page of the OOC the spooder CS is on... Time to look through 77 pages I guess.

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@Silver Carrot
Basically... Everyone's more or less in Building #1's cafeteria, except for a very select few, like Theria.

Stuff's been breaking down all day/evening over the Condos, and we just recently found out - through a PA announcment - that it's the work of gremlins. Theria has issued a playful "Gremlin Hunt", where our toons must seek out capture these little miscreants (without killing them) and deliver them to the front desk.

The one who delivers the most gremlins gets a prize. A voucher for one free outside-world item of your choice.

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--- Center of the Village ---

Time of Day: Late Morning / Early Midday
People: @Zeroth Yasunami Akitsugu, @Lupusintus Rinn Arniman, @Dragonydas Myrravel Velasien, @CitrusArms Niara Rootwick, @Remram Brom Stronghammer, @BunniesOfDoom Adrila Jaaxa, @Rune_Alchemist Yingmei Okudaira

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While the gathered group of gabbing gathered were busy chatting away and making plans for what to do, where to go and who was doing or going where, Daryl continued to unload his wagon. The large, burly man worked without pause or complain, walking from the stone-building with the thatch roof - where his wife was still seated on her stool - to the cart, picking up a crate or sack or barrel, and then marching on back and depositing it inside. He even brought a small table and crate over to his spouse, who thanked him with a few kind words. The man blushed a bit, but looked nontheless pleased with himself.

What may have caught some of the others' eyes though, was when Daryl picked up a certain crate and carried it off his wagon. It had no lid, and those who glanced over and looked would see that a wide assortment of tools were sticking up out of it. Saws, a mallet, a hatchet, some sort of angled metal stick.... There was a lot. And judging by his build and that his wife seemed to rpefer more... Dainty... Tools, it was probably safe to assume that these belonged to Daryl himself. Which may mean he was some sort of handyman. And if he was willing to sahre his tools or expertise, or both, then perhaps fixing up, or salvaging, the broken houses around town wouldn't be impossible!

Of course, the man didn't stop to give any explatnions or such. His head did turn when the young smith made his voice louder, but offered little more than a friendly, acknolwedging nod in the boy's direction.

Meanwhile, Sheryl was busy inside the stone house, using skilled and swift hands that expertly handled a needle and thread. Several bolts of cloth had been placed on the little crate her husbad had brought as a makeshift 'desk' for her, and spools of thread, scissors and various needles were laid out on the tiny table beside her. She worked fast and was very clearly accustomed to and familiar with needlework. And given her seemingly friendly and caring persona, it was probably safe to assume that the others didn't need to worry about ripping their clothes, as she'd probably be fine with mending them.

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--- Various Village Ruins ---

Time of Day: Late Morning / Early Midday
People: @ERode MacKinnon

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MacKinnon would find that, after having discovered her clay pot in one the ruined buildings, her luck at treasure hunting somewhat declined. Most of the buildings she would next venture into were either barren, save for their floor, walls and ceiling, or the left-behind furniture was either completely rotted through, broken or both. She did however manage to find a clay [b][]jug[/u][/b] at one point, standing alone in the corner of a house. A faded blue color, it was of no particular quality or craftmanship, but it was whole and undamaged, meaning it'd be perfectly serviceable to fill with liquid. It wasn't a very large jug, more like a pitcher actually, the kind you use on a dinner table. Still, two containers was not a bad find, given how empty this place seemed to be otherwise.

If she wanted to continue looking around the ruins, she'd need to go a different cardinal part of the village though, as it would seem she had more or less looked about in all the buildings in the heart of the town by now.

<<MacKinnon has spent X amount of time on scavenging and is currently disjointed from the rest of the cast's timeline>>

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--- Southern part of the Village ---

Victor and Wilma casually strolled down the dirt paths of the settlement. At random intervals, the old amn would stop the girl, tell her to wait and then proceeded to poke his head into a random house or structure. He seemed to only do cursory inspections, and most all the time, he'd just shaek his head, sigh and then return to his grandchild's side.

"Wha'cha looking for, grampy?"
"I'm just checking to see if there're any good places for us to settle down, sweetie."
"Can't stay at the big long house with the others?"
"That'll be fine for now, yes. But I'd like for you and me to have our own house eventually. Living with everyone can get... Crowded."
"But we had lotsa maids and buttheads back at the manor!"
"Butlers, dear, they're called butlers. And yes, that's true. But the manor was much bigger than any of these buildings, remember? And all the maids and butlers had their own rooms too."
"Oh yeah.... Grampy. I want a big room!"
"Oh-ho? What's this now, making requests already?"
"I want a big room, so me and Ms. Donkey can play together!"
"... I think Ms. Donkey would be happier if she got to stay in a stable outside, in the fresh air with all the grass she could ever want."
"Then I'll stay in the stable too!"
"Ahah... No."
"Boo~!"

The pair continued their trot, talking about nothing in particular, with Wilma stopping to ask about wildflowers or weeds she found along the way, and Victor patiently doing his best to indulge or humor his curious little ward. It was a peaceful and relaxed endeavor, with no hint of rush or imminent severity. After all, the old man seemed to have brought food with him, so at least he and his grandchild wouldn't starve.

... Less any of the other people over by the town center decided to mischievously and underhandedly raid his cart and start stealing...

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--- North-east of the Village ---

The golden-haired dwarf, with the big horn ornaments on her head, was quietly strolling through the grasslands, heading towards the north-east. Her coat fluttered gently in the soft breeze, and her twintailed hair did the same. Her eyes were sharp and alert, but her face generally expressionless and placid. Given her shorter-than-human stature, her strides were not long, but she still moved with a certain grace or ease... Like how a feline predator elegantly and effortlessly makes their way across the terrain of their domain.

Her goal seemed to be the plainslands up ahead, as they had started to come into view now. It'd been a while since she left the ruined village, after having talked to the plant-covered elf and her kinsman. Perhaps they'd been drawn to this place just like her? Maybe she should've asked? ... Not that it was any of her business. Still, from the looks of the place, there wasn't likely going to be anything left to eat, and that was not good.

She'd need to find and hunt something, then bring it back. At least if she intended to stay in this strange place for any period of time. Perhaps she could bring somehting back for the other two she'd met. Maybe that'd make them happy. Fresh food always tasted the ebst, after all.

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@Zeroth
Your concern is appreciated, and that'll very likely be what happens in the future. For now though, it's the start of the RP and the early days, and I don't really have all that much to my plate to deal with. Of course, I'm not going to write about things there's nothing to write about, but even if you guys are just standing around talking, the NPCs around you will still keep moving and doing stuff.

Don't worry, I'm in nowhere near the territory of being burnt out. That'll likely only be an issue when I go back to work in a little over 2 weeks from now. :)

EDIT:

And there we go, a short little something. Nothing really to help drive or direct you, but things are happening around the place nontheless.

If ya need me, just lemme know~

EDIT 2:

Oh, and to clear up some confusion I may have noticed.

The longhouse and the stone building are two seperate structures.

The longhouse is made out of wood and has a tiled roof and has cots in it. The stone building is across the street and is made out of, duh, stone and has a thatch roof, but is empty inside. Or it was, until Sheryl and Daryl started using it.

Further info: There are a total fo 10 cots in the longhouse, five along each long wall. They're made out of wood and are of a very basic quality. Hardly comfortable, but way better than sleeping on the ground, floor or in the back of a wagon.