RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

[cerebel]

Pick a scenario, post with your character and roll for the scene. Or just pick. That's cool too.

For the setting:

1) CASTLE. Throne rooms, private chambers, long hallways.
2) TAVERN. Rough-hewn tables, rough-hewn clientele.
3) DUNGEONS. Iron bars, rusty chains, and terrible food.
4) JOUST. The knights of the realm are battling.
5) FIELDS. It's a hard, long day working to grow food.
6) MARKET. There's a well, there are some craftsmen selling things. It's a medieval mall.

And once you've decided the setting, decide your role:

1) ROYALTY. You are a King, Queen, Prince, Princess or close relative.
2) KNIGHT. You are a warrior of the realm.
3) WITCH/WIZARD. Official court magician? Crazy old lady with a lot of herbs? You decide.
4) PEASANT. Yeah, your life sucks.
5) CRAFTSMAN. Blacksmith, woodworker. Apprentice or master is up to you.
6) SERVANT. Your life is utterly devoted to the one you serve.
BONUS: 7) TIME TRAVELER. ???

Comments

[i_id]

A fisherman found me, half-drowned on the beach as a child, out on those islands where the seals live.

[No foolishness this time, the straight truth.]

He brought me to his Majesty to ask what might be done.

[original_fine]

[This does engender his interest, and James turns to face him more fully, peering through the rain.]

And what was done?

[i_id]

He had me brought here. And treated. And here I am, three years later, alive and whole.

[He shook his head, as if shaking the bitterness out of that final word.]

A generous man, your father.

[original_fine]

Yes.

[James looks out over the rainswept landscape. His father is just a man, set in his ways, not as educated as his son now is.

He looks back at the collar encircling the man's throat.]

He does seem to favor you.

[i_id]

[He looked back at Jim, then smiled, and tugged the gold circle with a rueful look.]

Maybe if he favored me more, he would take this off.

[original_fine]

[His brow furrows. He is of two minds about this; that the man should be grateful at his good treatment, that not everyone can master his own destiny. But also that his father is a heavy-handed man, who takes his position beyond what it needs to be.]

You would go, then, without that mark of ownership? Attempt your own way in the world?

[i_id]

I might like the choice, I think.

[original_fine]

But you are alone. You have nothing to your name, and not even a name. What would you do?

[i_id]

Oh, starve on a beach somewhere, trying to get home.

[He hopped up onto the narrow wall around the parapet, almost leaning out over the edge to look down at the road far below, and the bluff beyond that crumbled away to the sea. His clothes were soaked through by now, clinging to the skinny frame.]

I did say you can't go back.

[original_fine]

[The man was mad, that much was plain. But James went along with it for now, entertained despite the cold rain.]

Then it seems your quest is pointless.

[i_id]

A quest? I don't know if I'd call it that.

[He spun to look back at James, and teetered on the very edge, arms outstretched to keep his balance.]