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

[ghostlighter]

The Chantry. [ He frowns. That sounds familiar. Nooot gonna futz with LJ and see what, exactly, was said of the Chantry, sry. ] They have good magic research material?

[fadedchampion]

Oh, it's magic research material you want. They might--but we're likely to get arrested trying to get in to see those books. It's the Gallows you want to go to, then--the Kirkwall Circle of Magi.

[ghostlighter]

Gallows? Seriously?

[fadedchampion]

Kirkwall used to be part of the Tevinter Imperium. The whole of the city was built by slaves; the Gallows was where newcomers were broken, executed and imprisoned. Nowadays it's just the mages there.

[Sardonic. See what the people think of magic?]

Sure you want to go there, serah?

[ghostlighter]

Sure it's the only place I could look into how the magic works here?

[fadedchampion]

You missed the part where I said mages are guarded by templars who are lawfully able to kill them at the slightest hint their magic's going out of control, right?

Now, if we were in Denerim, on the other hand, I could show you the best shop in the city. But since we're in Kirkwall, the whole magic thing takes on more of a 'don't or die' overtone.

[ghostlighter]

[ Well, okay. He considers that. ]

Did I mention the part where I can fly really fast? How far's Denerim?

[fadedchampion]

Over a day's sailing across the channel and then at least a week's travel by road.

[ghostlighter]

And... in miles, that's...?

[fadedchampion]

I don't know. Miles?

[ghostlighter]

[ Ughhh. ]

It's a unit of measurement. Do you have those? At all?

[fadedchampion]

... We have days, serah. Why would you need anything more than that?

[Amused.]

[ghostlighter]

Because one of these days, you're going to find something a hell of a lot faster than... whatever it is you use now. Horses? Doesn't matter. You'll need more precision.

[fadedchampion]

Horses. Or, usually, our legs.

[Even as a noble he rarely rode a horse.]

One of these days, serah, maybe. But not yet. We going to the Gallows or Denerim, then?

[ghostlighter]

Denerim sounds the safer bet. I'm not walking the whole way, though.

[fadedchampion]

Well, unless you can fly the both of us there and back in a night, you're going to have to, and alone. I can't leave the city for over a week.

... Why don't we go tour for a map. Then you can go on to Denerim yourself once you leave Kirkwall.

[ghostlighter]

Depends on how far it is.

[ He shakes his head. ] Fine, whatever. Lead the way.

[fadedchampion]

It's in another country and on the opposite coast, serah.

This way; turns out we're heading to the Chantry after all! Just don't let on that you're a magic, because if you bring the templars down on us I'm cutting you loose.

[Except he won't really, he'll use his charm to get them out of trouble, but Chris doesn't need to know that.]

[ghostlighter]

Technically, it's not magic.

[fadedchampion]

You really think they're going to care about the distinction? The templars here aren't as understanding as most.

[ghostlighter]

Nice thing about ghost powers is that it's pretty hard to catch a ghost. [ Beat. ] Or his tour guide.

[fadedchampion]

Well, that's reassuring. Except for the fact that then I'll have a reputation for consorting with apostates, and I really don't need that in this climate.

[With exceptional irony.]

[ghostlighter]

We'll make that plan B, then.

[fadedchampion]

Oh, good. Always nice to know there's a backup plan when we don't have a first-place plan.

[ghostlighter]

We're going to the Chantry. That's a plan.