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

2, 5

[mutantlifeguard]

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

4

[fallsoutofbox]

[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?

[mutantlifeguard]

Yes. No. What?

[fallsoutofbox]

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?

[mutantlifeguard]

[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.]