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

Some ov Mennet \ OC

[i_id]

4 & 1

[wantsdragonspls]

[The Prince Dragon is not known for his gentle nature. He is known for having a love for all animals, big, small, and usually dangerous. So watching a joust? Boring. Some silly knights vying for his attention and his good grace.

[Pfah. Give him a day in the woods anytime, instead of being stuck in this chair watching some idiots try to knock each other out. He'd give up being a prince, except that he's already outlawed hunting and all that. Still doesn't seem to stop some idiots from trying to give him collared and chained animals. (Usually, it was the givers who wound up collared and chained.)

[Yawn.]

[i_id]

Big and dangerous is a good descriptor, at least from the look of this one. It's a duke presenting it to him during a lull in the games, with a story about how he lost three hunters trying to capture the beast on his lands. He knows just enough about his liege's care for creatures to point out that, instead of having the dangerous thing killed to protect his crofters, he took care to have it captured alive.

The creature in question is brought out between four handlers, each wary and holding tight to a leash, keeping it centered between them. It's been caparisoned like a horse, even to a bridle that holds a piece of chain mesh across its mouths, but that doesn't hide the eight black eyes, narrowed against the light, or the four arms. Two of them are folded tight to the creature's side, holding some hidden injury.

"After all, milord," finishes the duke, presenting his prize with a flourish. "What beast would not be happier in your care?"

[wantsdragonspls]

[Any beast these fools usually present would be better anywhere but in their care. Lance's eyes narrow to angry slits, taking in the wince that indicates blinding light, at the way the creature holds his arms. They'd even wrapped it up in stupid finery! There's a reason why his knights are currently jousting on foot and not on horseback. (His two flanking guards exchange resigned looks. They, at least, know the signs, even if the redhead's idiot lords don't.)

[Lance rises from his throne. He's the sort of man who seems to loom with his presence. Not a very nice presence, either. More the sort that makes you want to cower.]

Do you always present a gift to your lord which is damaged due to your own neglect?

[Demeaning words for the creature, but they're the only ones the fool will understand. He moves forward, past the guards without a care, looking the creature in all of his eyes. The duke isn't worth his attention at the moment--he's more interested in the creature, and his next words are directed at it.]

Does the light pain you?

[i_id]

The duke backs away from him, repressing a scowl. "It was injured in the capture, milord, but my own stablemaster treated its wounds."

The creature shifts its clawed feet, and the men on the leashes draw them tighter. But it has no intent to lunge, eyes fixed on the human who is clearly the First here, from the way all the others defer to him. When he speaks, it cocks its head, picking out the words it knows. Light. Pain.

"Yes," it says, voice clipped and strange, coming muffled from behind the chain mesh.

[wantsdragonspls]

[Hah! A horseman to tend something that plainly isn't a horse. A beast who can speak. Fools. Lance's eyes narrow further and he reaches out to remove the bridle, tossing it aside. Similarly, ignoring any yelps or objections, he proceeds to remove all the leashes, chains and trappings with all the ease of a man familiar with doing so, and likely with more care than the creature is familiar with from humans.

[Behind him, his guards are picking up the pieces he's throwing away. See, they already know what's going to come. One of them cuts a broad, thick strip of cloth from his own cloak, and when Lance holds out his hand, the strip is put into it.]

Bend, and I will cover your eyes.

[i_id]

[The creature shifts uneasily as the chains are taken off, trying to keep watch anywhere the human is touching it. But it can't twist its upper body much, not with the long slash, crudely sutured, up the side of its back from waist to shoulder. The healing scar cuts roughly across older, more ordered ones, their intricate pattern just visible under the short, fine fur.

[The alarmed handlers move back, between the creature and their protesting duke.]

Sir! This isn't safe!

[With a look of extreme dislike at the duke, it turns back towards the First, staring at him, trying to decide his motives. Warily, it bends forward, lowering its head to his height, but ready to back away instantly.]

[wantsdragonspls]

[With utmost care and gentleness, Lance tucks the cloth around the creature's eyes, tying it securely, but not tightly, somewhere a knot won't be in the way. He saw the awful wound up the creature's back, and his face is still tight from the memory, his golden eyes furious.]

Is that well, Creature?

[i_id]

[It shuts its eyes in the blackness behind the thick cloth, feeling the webs of tense muscles around them relax, the sharp burn of the light slowly start to fade. Being so blind is not a comfort, but the gesture was meant to be, it can tell. It lowers its head a little more, making itself shorter than the human First in respect.]

Yes. It helps.

[For the first time here, it speaks with both mouths, even if the strange, simple language the humans speak doesn't need them.]

[wantsdragonspls]

Good. 'Tis a pity you won't be able to see this, then.

[Blindness in the light is all he can offer, unfortunately, until he can find something better. Lance turns to the duke, eyes narrowing.]

Guards. Dress my dear duke in the finery he so graciously bestowed upon my new friend here. Then he may be escorted back to his estate--just as his 'gift' left it.

[Grimly, with one arm full and the other hand resting on their swords, they step forward to do exactly that.]

3 & 5 (... yep, again, why not)

[polarization]

[ Abruptly, a young man (dressed in the rather elaborate getup of an alchemist) is tossed into a cell. It's quite dark, but he seems more preoccupied with not falling flat on his face with both his hands and feet shackled. He doesn't quite manage, but at least he catches himself on his palms instead of his nose. ]

Bwahahaha.

[i_id]

[It's very dark, in fact, the cell more of an oubliette. The shape against the far wall is just shadow on shadow, nearly invisible, save for the glint of metal when it moves, sitting up to peer at the new arrival. It's too early for them to be feeding it again, and besides, this new thing smells strange.]

... Hello?

[polarization]

[ The strangeness of his scent would only be compounded by its newoldforeign tang.

He grunts and pushes himself to his knees while carefully picking at the gravel embedded into his palms. Then he freezes. A cellmate? ]

... 'lo.

[i_id]

[Gingerly, Some rose from its bench, trailing the chain that attached it to the wall. It approached the newcomer, unable to stand straight up in the low confines of the cell.]

Who are you?

[polarization]

[ He can't help the stare he gives as the creature moves closer. It isn't entirely out of the darkness, but that figure is more intimidating than it should be. ]

Sefton. You?

[i_id]

[It came up against the end of its chain with a jerk, just out of arms reach, still well short of the cell's door.]

Some. This is my space. Why did they bring you here?

[There was no anger or irritation in its strange voices, just a curiosity.

[polarization]

[ He scoffs, shifting back to place himself against the wall. Partially to move away from Some, but also for support. ]

They said I'd become an, uh, an abomination. Said something 'bout seeing how long it'd take me to rot down here.

[i_id]

It takes not long.

[Some looked to the side, to the heap of bones left there, pushed as tidily into one corner as he could manage. There is little left on them to rot - he doesn't get fed often enough to waste anything.]

[polarization]

[ He follows the shadowed figure's gaze, mouth setting into a line. Well, then. ]

S' that why you're down here?

1 & 5

[withinblood]

[It was late, far too late for one of the nobility to go riding through the fields, but that fact had not stopped the young princess from putting on the clothes of a boy and riding out.

Her blond hair was hidden under a cap and with trousers on instead of skirts she imagined no one would want to give a lad trouble as much as they would a lady riding side saddle on her own.

Claire slowed when she reached the tilled farm land, trying not to disturb the growing crop as she looked to see how far the sun had gone down. There was no getting back to the castle before nightfall now.]

[i_id]

[Some wasn't quite sure what had happened. Something had changed, inside and out, but his mind would not settle, and he was not sure precisely what was wrong. Or what was right, if anything was. He was unsteady on his (two?) feet, and he was cold, shivering as he came out to the edge of the trees, squinting out at the sunset over the fields.

He wasn't sure what he was looking at when he saw the horse, something like a strange, mutated animal with limbs in the wrong places and two torsos, two heads. He stopped, standing amid the crops, bare skin white against the green, and just stared in confusion.]

[withinblood]

[Claire had heard about barbarians and made men who lived in the forest, so when she saw the naked man standing on the edge of the woods she tensed and drew her horse to an abrupt stop a good distance away. Swallowing she tried to look er- elsewhere while speaking to him.]

Sir? Sir, are you lost? Have you been robbed?

[She called out, trying her best to make her voice sound masculine, hoping that it was just some poor drunk lost out in the night and not a Celt.]

[i_id]

[Oh stones, it could talk. Some took a step back too quickly, overbalanced, and sat down abruptly. His balance should be better. He knew it was.]

... Lost.

[He definitely was that, at least. Looking back into the woods, he didn't see a single thing familiar. The whole world looked wrong.]

[withinblood]

[Claire's horse pawed a hoof at the dirt impatiently. The blond girl settled him a bit before dismounting, taking a large saddle bag off one side and opening it.

There were some extra riding clothes inside and a cloak. She pulled that out first before turning back to the curious man. She kept a dagger on her belt, but she didn't think she'd need it- at least she hoped she wouldn't.]

Um- here. It's kinda getting cold out so if you want to take this. [She closed a bit of distance, but did not come closer.] What's your name and where do you come from? The capital is far from here and I don't know any villages this close to the woods...

[i_id]

[He relaxed a little, seeing her dismount. That made more sense, two beasts instead of one monster. He stayed where he was, sitting among the crops.]

I don't know.