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

Methos | Highlander | 3&7

[mythconfirmed]

[Here he was going to go to the barge to annoy MacLeod (a bad habit, he knew, but it was so much fun) and then suddenly he found himself somewhere other than Paris with a sword through his middle. Then he died again.

The reactions when he woke up were far too familiar and he had been marked as a demon or something (he wasn't really paying attention at the time) which is how he found himself in the dungeons, locked up tight until he was to be executed.

Methos hoped they weren't the sort that beheaded people. He was quite fond of staying alive. Part of him wondered if they would be okay with him asking for a way to execute him. The other part was hoping they weren't going to burn him at the stake.]

[myfedorarocks]

[There's someone else already in the cell, looking like he's been there a bit longer and is a bit worse for wear because of it.]

Looks like you're up.

I hope you're more fun than the rats.

[mythconfirmed]

[Methos ignores his cellmate for a moment to mourn the remains of his sweater, which is covered in blood and has a large hole in it where he got stabbed.]

...I liked that sweater. [He sighs.] I'll have to get myself a new one.

[And now he'll finally pay attention to the other person.]

I do try to be more fun than rats.

[myfedorarocks]

[And now he's curiously eying the sweater.]

How did you survive such a wound? That would have felled even the best of my soldiers.

[mythconfirmed]

What wound? [He looks down at his torso.] They scratched up my clothing and this blood isn't mine.

[myfedorarocks]

[He gives him a suspicious look at that, but doesn't press it.]

I... see.

[mythconfirmed]

[He tugs at his chains experimentally.]

So, what are you in for?

[myfedorarocks]

I was betrayed.

[mythconfirmed]

Betrayal. I'm way too familiar with that. [Usually because he's doing the betraying.]

...If I said I had a way for us to escape, would you help me?

[myfedorarocks]

If I could find out who did it...

Hm? Escape?

[He considers this.]

I've no reason to stay in this cell and rot. I'll help.

[mythconfirmed]

You won't be able to find the answer in here.

[Methos starts looking around for something.]

What's your name? I should know it if we're going to work together.

[myfedorarocks]

You can call me Flemming.

And you?

[mythconfirmed]

Adam.

...I'm going to make it look like I killed myself. I need you to make sure the guard comes in here and gets these chains off me.

[As he says this, he's wrapping the chain around his own neck. Right now it's loose, but when he's sure Flemming's ready, he'll tighten it and kill himself.]

[myfedorarocks]

Make it look like you're going to kill yourself?

[Okay now he's nervous.]

[mythconfirmed]

I won't actually die. The guards won't know that and we can use the confusion when I wake up to escape.

[myfedorarocks]

Right. Of course.

....I do hope you know what you're doing.

3 Eeeee, a Methos! *o*

[jelisbeaucoup]

[A moment later the door opens and a young woman is ushered into the cell. She turns around and pats one of the guards on the arm.]

Keep an eye on your wife Darren, she doesn't need to be out working until her back's better alright? And try to make sure Timothy takes all of that medicine I gave him or he won't finish getting better.

[The guard nods and apologizes before he closes and locks the door behind her. The girls sighs and looks over at her cellmate curiously.]

I have to say, I expected a demon to be a little more fearsome looking.

[mythconfirmed]

[Somehow, he has made himself comfortable in the cell even though he's chained up.]

I'm sure I'd be more fearsome looking if I was actually a demon.

[jelisbeaucoup]

[Surely a very impressive skill. She makes herself comfortable in another corner, looking at him curiously]

Well if you aren't a demon, then what are you? Because you were quite dead when I looked at you, and people don't just get better from being dead.

[mythconfirmed]

[It's taken him years of practice to refine it.]

There isn't a way for me to describe it that you'd understand, but I am not a demon. Think of me as really lucky. Or like a cat with nine lives.

[jelisbeaucoup]

Just really lucky, hm?

[she doesn't believe him, that much is plain at least]

[But she does at least believe that he's not a demon, and she gets up to cross the cell over to him. It's not far, only a couple of steps]

I'd like to look at your wound. Or at least where it was, they told me it's not there anymore.

[mythconfirmed]

Incredibly lucky.

[He doesn't sound very sincere when he says it, so there's that.]

There's nothing to look at, but you're welcome to check for yourself.