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RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

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. ???

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[Ah yes, a rowdy tavern. And in a quiet corner, a mysterious traveler who says little and keeps carefully from touching strangers.]

[And here's a very dirty peasant in a very dirty robe... Well, at least it's a dirty robe and what everyone's assuming is a peasant. The man underneath is almost entirely concealed by the hood. He moves through the rowdy crowd and arrives in the quiet corner, claiming a spare seat without introduction.]

[Mumbles:] More of a crowd than I expected. [He throws back the hood. Not so dirty after all. Although a tad frazzled.]

Any of these men look particularly lizard-like to you?

Yes. No. What?

No. Thought not. [He drums his fingers on the table.]

Can't imagine I've got the wrong place... Not unless they meant the Green Duck as opposed to the Green Goose. [Referring there to the name of the tavern...] In which case I'm a couple of centuries early.

Ah, well. How's your evening?

[He just goes ahead and turns away, taking a swallow of the tavern's beer. Because the 'yes' had actually meant yes, only they hadn't looked lizardlike so much as... looked. Mentally. Telepathically.

He debates ways to break that news.]

[Eurgh, why all this armour. It's heavy and hot and it sucks. How did he become a knight, again? Oh, right. He rescued some nobleman's daughter. Never mind that he did it with magic ... what is the logic of these people. Why did he still need to wear this armour while he was on duty?

[So inescapably bored there are no words for it, Hawke wanders through the marketplace, only half keeping an eye on making sure things are actually going well. At least if a fight breaks out it would be exciting, right?]

[Well, it's not a fight, but there's some kind of commotion happening over there. There's a small crowd gathered around a man who appears to be performing some kind of magic. He's tumbling a coin over his knuckles, then he tosses it in the air and - it vanishes. He produces it again, apparently out of his own ear, and sends it over his knuckles again, only now - there are two coins?]

[To someone like Hawke, this may be obvious showmanship and fake magic. But the crowd seems impressed.]

[Hawke wanders in to the back of the crowd to watch. Man's not bad, really, even though any rookie mage would know that it's not actually magic. He grins slightly to himself, raises a hand, and discreetly flicks a small, coin-sized ball of fire toward the 'magician'. If the man's not quick enough, those flames are going ping against one of the coins and send it flying. Not to ruin the show, oh no. Just to see what the man does.]

[Amy Pond was no stranger to pubs and had quickly wondered off from the Doctor's side and found herself in one. She sat with her fellow Scots at a table near the front who were all enjoying a drinking match.

She was currently in the lead, finishing up her third pint and slamming it down on the table when she was done.]

Oi! Fill me up anooother! [The men cheered.]
Ten quid says I can drink you all under this here table.

[The Doctor had been up at the bar talking to the proprietor. Trying to find out some information vital to their current adventure, but nothing is forthcoming and it looks like it won't be for a while. He skulks back to the table. He is... less than approving of the drinking match, but as it seems they don't have anything to do just now but wait, he can't fault her for having found something to do.]

[Doesn't mean he won't scold her a bit.]

Anyone who winds up under the table is staying there. I am not carrying you up to the room.

[Amy had to fully turn herself to scowl over at him, forgetting how to move just her neck at the moment. She slid one of the pints over to him.]

Take a drink of some of that and we'll see who is carrying who, funny man.

[She snickered, taking up her pint and missing her mouth twice before she had to touch her face to make sure she knew where it was.]

No thank you.

[He passes the pint off to one of the rowdy Scots, getting a few drops of ale on his fingers in the process... He sniffs at it and makes an 'eugh' face.]

Even the smell of that is atrocious.

Now, a nice mead... I think I could like mead, under the right circumstances.

Such a snob. Turns his nose up at wine, but mead he'll take!

[She takes that pint right off his hands then, the more for her.]

So you get what you needed or are we going to be here for long? ...what are we here for anyway? Not just sight seeing I bet.

[Something must've gone wrong, but Homura's not sure what, because as far as she knows there's no field like this anywhere near home. At least the bewilderment provides a distraction from the lingering pain of her wounds and the bitter taste of failure.

But standing around won't accomplish anything, so she walks. These are proper farm fields; there must be someone around here who can tell her where she is.]

[The fields may seem oddly deserted, but there's a man riding at an even pace through them, on horseback. He's dressed in a knight's heraldry, but it fits him oddly, as though it were made for someone else.]

[He approaches the girl and brings the horse to a halt. Gives her a glance, barely a once-over.]

You shouldn't be here.

[She looks up at him, with an appraising sort of gaze, as if she's trying to pick him apart. Horseback. Knightly heraldry. This doesn't bode well at all for where she might be.

Although it occurs to her that he's speaking modern English. She's faintly certain, even it not being her first language, that it didn't sound quite this way when there were knights.]

I know that well enough. Where am I?

...and when.

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RP MEME: MEDIEVAL TIMES

Eleven | Doctor Who | Always 7? lol. May be posing as others tho.

2, 5

4

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6 & 2

3

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7, 5

No roll this time. Just a Bowtie.

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5, also always 7 lolol

2 sort of

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