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

[fadedchampion]

You know. Your--

[He waves a hand to indicate all of Sefton.]

Which witch did it?

[polarization]

[ He frowns, pulling back just a bit. ]

You're magic.

... it was a wizard, named G'bral.

[fadedchampion]

Never heard of him. How'd it happen?

[Give him a good adventure story, Sefton!]

[polarization]

He was jealous of an accomplishment I made, and that I wouldn't share its spoils.

[ Sorry. It wasn't nearly so exciting as petty. ]

[fadedchampion]

So, what, he cursed you, you poisoned him, now you can't break the spell?

[polarization]

He cursed me and fled. It's... a challenge. I've gotta find him within ten years, or it's permanent.

[fadedchampion]

What, never thought to look up another mage? Just what's this curse got you doing?

[polarization]

It's... blood magic. Activated by contact between myself and another living creature.

[ He grimaces. ]

[fadedchampion]

[A beat of expectant silence.]

... And? What does it do?

[polarization]

Not saying.

[fadedchampion]

What, do I need to perform a magic trick first?

[He lifts his hands, forming glow wreathes of light around them which turn into glowing globes of light--and proceeds to juggle them.]

[polarization]

[ He watches, bemused, lips twitching upward against his better judgment. No inclination to speak up just yet, but this is still pretty entertaining. ]

[fadedchampion]

[Every now and then his hands wreathe again, releasing an extra globe to juggle, until he's got seven up there. They don't exactly seem to move through the air the same way balls do--they float, more than fly, but they also seem to try to escape Hawke's grasp, so that it's almost more a game of hide and seek than it is juggling.

[Eventually, though, he catches them all, lets them dissipate in his hands and bows with a flourish.]

There. Now, this magic of yours?

[polarization]

[ He moves back when Hawke bows forward, then simply goes to place the bottle of alcohol within his jacket. He doesn't leave, however. ]

A love enchantment. Filial, more than romantic. S' very strong.

[fadedchampion]

Ooh.

[He winces.]

Love spells; nasty. Come on, then. Can't see if I can do anything about this in a tavern.

[Back to his suite at the castle!]

[polarization]

... What?

[fadedchampion]

[He stands.]

Spells always have loopholes. Can't see how I can fix it while we're here, can I?

[polarization]

You don't even know me.

[fadedchampion]

No, you're right. Hello, serah, my name is Hawke. What's yours?

[polarization]

Names are only as strong as the fame they carry.

[ Read: Hawke has no idea what kind of person he is. ]

[fadedchampion]

Only until they breed familiarity.

[Sitting back down again.]

Help me out here, serah; breed a little familiarity.

[polarization]

I... dunno what to tell you.

[fadedchampion]

Your name will do for a start.

[polarization]

Sefton.

[ Hopefully, his name's infamy hasn't spread this far yet... ]

[fadedchampion]

See, that's wasn't so hard, was it? Myself, I enjoy good, hard mead and have a talent for frustrating uppity nobles. And you?