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

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.