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

[fallsoutofbox]

I was sort of, kind of... poking around the treasure store room. I was there for a reason, but honestly, you try on one crown...

[Aha! And there's the sonic. He plops himself down by a wall.]

What're you in for?

[polarization]

You were in there to dress up?

[ Yes, okay, some amusement before he just puts on a sigh at the question. ]

"Treasonous construction of a contraband material" is how they've been saying it.

[fallsoutofbox]

[He's sitting still now. Mostly still. Not doing anything with the sonic, not just yet.]

What sort of contraband?

[polarization]

The sort that throwing me in a jail for isn't gonna do much good. ... How much d'you know about alchemy? 'Side from transmuting lead to gold, everyone knows that.

[fallsoutofbox]

Philosopher's Stone, elixir of life, universal solvent... Aquinas, Bacon, Flamel.

[He glances toward the bars, listening for footsteps, not hearing any. He begins giving his shackles little pulses with the sonic - trying to find the right frequency.]

[polarization]

[ There's a knowing smile somewhere in the middle of that. ]

Right. Something 'long those lines. [ His head tilts in curiosity and he scoots a little closer to get a look at the glowing metal device. ] What's that?

[fallsoutofbox]

[With a grin:] Contraband.

So what is it you constructed?

[polarization]

S' more like I brewed it.

Did you make that?

[fallsoutofbox]

Not this one, no. ...Brewed, then. What is it you brewed?

[polarization]

Let's just say they can't execute me for it. You've made others? What's it for?