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

[mactaggd]

He chose it to care for his cousin. He was a blacksmith by birth.

[She takes a moment, even though it's dark, to look at him. Really look at him. The bruises, the injuries, everything. There's a sharp ache of sympathy, a snap of damn it all, Charles.]

Come on. We have to leave.

[godxavetheking]

[under his breath] Very noble of him.

[All right, all right, so that was unfair even by his standards.

Just as well he had prodded the guards a little, he thought, watching Moira's eyes soften. (In point of fact they didn't so much soften as roll, but it was different when you could feel the sentiments behind the act.)]

Lead on, fair lady. But tell me- where did you plan for us to go?

[mactaggd]

[For a moment, he might able to feel how much this prison break might cost her. She could be banished. She could fail, and he could be killed. She could succeed, and never see him again. He might see the hours she paced inside her chambers, always asking the same question: What next? After that, what next?

She has the horse ready. They'll be able to get beyond the castle walls easily enough. And from there, to the forest. Untamed wilds, full of bandits and hunters and homeless.]

Not us. Just you.

[Because she's taken enough money for him to get a start somewhere else. News travels slow around here. She plans to get him to the forest and then return.

She slips around the curve of a tower wall, and there's her horse, a strong stallion, taller than what was strictly proper for a princess. But Moira had a good hand with animals.]

[godxavetheking]

[He gets glimpses, in rapid succession- shakes off the possibilities as quick as they come, but lingers, despite himself, on the image of her pacing. Not that he could actually see her pacing, in the space of her memory, but he could see her slender shadow, long and liquid on the flagstones.

He thought he regretted his stupidity truly and deeply earlier, when he was alone in his cell, more or less. Now he knows better.]

Moira-

[He stops, and bows his head.

I'm sorry, he projects, with feeling.

Inwardly, though, he's already beginning to plan.

Moira doesn't know the extent of his powers, he's fairly sure, and thank god for that, or she would have been a good deal angrier with him for putting them both in this position. Which leaves him with some options, although none of them are particularly pleasant.

He has until they reach the forest, he knows. Perhaps a little longer, if he's very lucky.

His thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of the horse. Charles isn't good with animals; he resents that they're so living and so alien, closed off to the probing of his mind, and in the case of horses, he resents that they're all so damn tall. This one seems to be looking at him with its nostrils.]

Hadn't realized you brought the cavalry.

[mactaggd]

[No, no, no. Now is the time to be practical, not emotional, and she doesn't accept that sorry. Doesn't let it land and ripple into her thoughts.

She links her fingers together, to give him a place to step.] Just step up and swing your leg over. I'll help.

...you'll have to ride behind me.

[godxavetheking]

[He winces a little at the closing off that happens after his fumbling apology, but... the rest of her mind remains open to him, and certainly practicality is of the utmost.

He sets his bare foot in the warm cup of her hands and... gets on the horse, more or less. It's not the most dignified maneuver he's ever performed, but the horse doesn't actually move out from under him while he's doing it, so he'll count that as a victory.

And only then catches her next words.]

Dear me. That doesn't sound like protocol, Highness...

[mactaggd]

[She's not blushing.

That's because she has excellent self-control.

She steps up and mounts in front of him (oh, bad mental phrasing, and now she is blushing, damn it all). Arranges her skirts, partially to cover the saddlebags. There's a bow and a quiver that she hooks on in a convenient place.

And then she leans forward and murmurs to the horse. It nickers at her, and she gathers the reins, and they're off.]

I wouldn't trust you with a horse.

[godxavetheking]

[As if one could tell, in the faint, silvery light of the moon! No, the secrets of her complexion are safe from prying eyes.

Less so the secrets of her brain, though. Not that Charles would dream of taking advantage of his access. Ever.

He lets out a yelp of what is 95% genuine terror when the horse sets off, and wraps an arm around Moira's waist, more tightly than is strictly justifiable even in the interests of not falling off like a telepathic sack of potatoes. Especially since, after he gets used to the rolling gait, rather than easing off he leans closer and rests his chin on her shoulder.]

Your mistrust pierces me to the quick, madam.

[mactaggd]

[And here there's a hand firmly repositioning his arm to exactly her waist. Ensuring that it hasn't strayed either upwards or down.

No one stops them as they leave the walls.]

You're a terrible flirt, Charles.

[Her heart is beating quick. Half from the danger they're in; she's acutely aware of their surroundings, listening to every noise of the forest. She's out here so often, she knows it well.

The other half... well. His proximity isn't so unwelcome.]

[godxavetheking]

Ah, that would be the stress. Near brushes with disaster make me slightly less effortlessly charming, you see.

[He's murmuring directly into her ear, looking at the near curve of her cheek- but his mind is stretched out around them in a shivering web that stretches and snaps around the movement of the horse, scanning for dangerous thoughts.

He does nevertheless reserve about half his attention for the warmth of her back against his still-sore torso; the solidity of her shoulder under his jaw. Anything less would be a waste of a remarkable opportunity.]

[mactaggd]

[She makes a quiet scoffing noise.

It's hard to believe that this man managed to charm her out of her castle. That he managed to inspire her loyalty, on top of her--

Not finishing that thought.

She focuses on the road ahead.

...though she shifts both reins into her right hand, moving her left to cover his hand.]