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

[wantsdragonspls]

[He freezes, staring for a few beats. Dammit. Dammit. Possibly the one person who knew who he really was, who knew the whole dragonslayer act was just that--who knew why he'd even want it to be. And he had to run into her here of all places.

[He snarls without meaning to, taking a step back. The movement lets his cloak fall open a little--just enough to that, from her angle, she ought to be able to see a tiny dragonet clinging to his side and peering out from under the fabric. Then he yanks his cloak close back against his body, glancing a glare around at those who were watching in mild interest. None of them had seen the dragonet, and all of them turn hastily away. Who wants to mess with a dragonslayer and his mistress, or whatever she was?]

[notwithoutmyhat]

[Yellow's about to say something more—she's not really sure what at this point—but seeing the dragonet clinging to Lance—it is Lance—leaves her speechless.

Then again, she's not entirely sure why she's so surprised. Of course he would. He'd always been kind even to the most feared of creatures. She was only more surprised to see him here, of all places—in a town, among people. Among humans. Those whose towns and villages he'd once laid waste to.

She's wary, but there's something in how he carries himself now that makes her hesitate in passing judgement. She lowers her voice; low enough that the din of the tavern covers it easily so as not to be overheard. Her tone is mild, with a slight note of concern.]

Lance. ...What are you doing here?

if she would object to being manhandled, let me know and i'll repost.

[wantsdragonspls]

[He hisses wordlessly in objection to his name being said out loud in such a public place, even quietly. Reaching down, Lance yanks her to her feet and drags her away from the bar, searching for a more solitary corner. There is none, so he opts for outside instead, a narrow alley connecting to the kitchen door. He takes an automatic deep breath of relatively fresh air, and then whirls on her, dropping her arm.]

Be. Quiet.

[The name 'Lance' has a bounty on it, and he'd much rather not get killed by all the mercenaries in the tavern.]

[notwithoutmyhat]

[She squeaks, but doesn't say anything—this conversation really should be had in private.

...and if he was going to try to harm her, he would have done so already. Maybe. As he lets her go, she scrambles back a little bit, to give herself some space, and shuffles her feet a little, nervously.]

I... I was surprised to see you here.

[wantsdragonspls]

Why? Surprised to see me in their kind of company?

[His lip curls as he gestures back toward the tavern.]

Or did you actually believe I was dead?

[notwithoutmyhat]

Believed you were dead? Never.

[She knows him well enough to know better than that. But—

Her eyes drift toward where she caught sight of the dragonet, and her tone softens.]

Where did you find him?

[wantsdragonspls]

[His hand automatically moves protectively to the faint lump under his cloak, fingers ghosting over it in an almost-caress.]

Her. None of your business. Why are you here?