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

Anna Milton | Supernatural | 4 + 2

[annael]

[The smaller knight sat opposed by a larger and bulkier one settled on a dark black horse. From the snickers in the crowd, it was obvious that no one thought this thin little spit of a knight would be much of a match against him. Unfazed by the jeers of the ground, the small knight accepted his lance and held it with ease while his opponent adjusted numerous times to get into position.

The flag dropped and the pair thundered towards one another. The small knights lance struck him dead in the shield and popped him from his seat, sending him soaring down to the dirt covered ground. His lance however, glanced off the frame of the small knights helmet, crimson bursting out from beneath it...but to the crowds surprise it was not blood, but long red hair.

Anna kept her horse from rearing and dropped her broken lance with a grunt as her squire ran to attend to her. Hurriedly she held her hand over her face, quickly exiting the field to hide her gender before someone could find her out.]

3~ Healer, I think.

[mutantlifeguard]

[ And, in the tents where the competitors prepare, Charles is waiting for her. He sighs, when he sees her. ]

Still taking risks, Anna? Come on, let me see you.

[annael]

Always.

[She smiled, dropping her bent helmet on a bench and working off her gauntlets. There was a nice bruise forming around her temple where the lance had glanced off, a small cut in the middle.]

And really you should see the other man. Might have cracked his rib.
[There is a hint of pride in her voice.]

[mutantlifeguard]

I'm not seeing him, I'm seeing to you. [ He sets her down on a bench. Wets a cloth in a bucket of water, and dabs off the few drops of blood. ] I think I can work something up to to help heal that bruise.

[annael]

You know, I've always said that you'd make a better court healer. For someone who doesn't like the violence you tend to be around it quite a bit.

[Lights flicker behind her eyes for a moment, causing her to blink rapidly a few times until they cleared. Concussion. But she would be the last to admit it.]

You could always find a job with some lord, tending to his wife's aches and melodrama.

[mutantlifeguard]

I have this strange urge to protect you. [ His fingers brush tender over the bruise. Yes; he has just the concoction for this. It will form the skin and lighten the bruise.

He steps away, and reaches for one of his clay jars. ]

[annael]

Come on now, Charles. Do I seem like a woman who needs looking after?

[Anna chuckled and gently pushed her hair back to keep it out of the way for him.]

[mutantlifeguard]

As a matter of fact, you do.

[ He crouches and gently rubs in the concoction. Which actually smells quite nice -- minty. ]

[annael]

Thank you...
[She appreciated the coolness as the dull ache slowly faded and closed her eyes with a hum of relaxation.]

But I should point out that I have several unseated rivals whose bruises and broken bones prove you wrong.

[mutantlifeguard]

You can defend yourself. I'm not so sure you can take care of yourself.

[ He touches her hand, lets her release her hair so it falls back into place. ]

[annael]

[She let her hair fall and blew a strand out of her face before looking up at him with a curious expression.]

And aren't those the same things, Charles?

[mutantlifeguard]

Jousting isn't all you need to survive.

[ He sits back on his heels. ]

I assume you trounced him.

[annael]

Well, that's what I keep you around for I suppose. [She laughs and her eyes glint as he brings up her opponent.]

Directly. The idiot tries to bind up in all that armor, but he ends up making himself so heavy that his balance could be tipped by a feather.

But-- if he keeps hitting me in the helmet I'll have to consider cutting it off. [She tugs on a loose strand.]

[mutantlifeguard]

I like it the way it is.

[ He smiles. ]

Anyhow, that's good news. I bet on you.

[ He moves to his feet. ]

[annael]

Glad to see one of us is making money.

Just a few more matches and I'll be set...

[Anna moved to stand and quite promptly found herself sitting right back down. Her legs were not having the weight anymore, no sir.]

Damn it. [She sighed and reached back to start undoing the leather ties of her armor, only managing to make the knots tighter in her frustration.] Do you mind? I need to get out of this-- blasted hunk of metal for a bit before the next go.