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

[i_id]

[He snorted, covering his mouth with a hand, six fingers spread wide and not concealing his smile.]

Well, there is no going back, I can tell you so much.

[original_fine]

Back from...?

[James' eyebrows rise, and he looks at the little man, not sure if he's joking or not.]

Because you'd fall off, you mean.

[i_id]

No, because it's a whole other world, once you get up there. Up here. And you become a whole other person in it.

[original_fine]

[Now he's wondering if the man is mad, and whether he should edge away, lest it prove catching.]

You are... quite the jester. No wonder my father keeps you.

[i_id]

[His turn to raise his eyebrows, and he pushes his wet hair back from his face.]

... You are Prince James, then?

[original_fine]

[The prince's eyes narrow, as he watches the man.]

Of course I am. Who did you think?

[i_id]

All of you look alike to me. My honor to meet you, my lord.

[He bowed low, but once he'd straightened, his posture relaxed again immediately, casual under the still-pouring rain.]

[original_fine]

[The prince stands firm for the bow, still watching the man.]

And whence came you? Really.

[i_id]

Under the sea. In a little ship made of shark-skin and the ribs of drowned sailors, with a sail made of gull wings, on a night with no moon or stars.

[Another shameless grin. He was only repeating the rumors told by the more superstitious locals.]

[original_fine]

[James, however, has traveled. Not widely, but enough to need slightly more than that.]

You tell tales better suited for the fireside.

[i_id]

A fisherman found me, half-drowned on the beach as a child, out on those islands where the seals live.

[No foolishness this time, the straight truth.]

He brought me to his Majesty to ask what might be done.

[original_fine]

[This does engender his interest, and James turns to face him more fully, peering through the rain.]

And what was done?

[i_id]

He had me brought here. And treated. And here I am, three years later, alive and whole.

[He shook his head, as if shaking the bitterness out of that final word.]

A generous man, your father.

[original_fine]

Yes.

[James looks out over the rainswept landscape. His father is just a man, set in his ways, not as educated as his son now is.

He looks back at the collar encircling the man's throat.]

He does seem to favor you.

[i_id]

[He looked back at Jim, then smiled, and tugged the gold circle with a rueful look.]

Maybe if he favored me more, he would take this off.

[original_fine]

[His brow furrows. He is of two minds about this; that the man should be grateful at his good treatment, that not everyone can master his own destiny. But also that his father is a heavy-handed man, who takes his position beyond what it needs to be.]

You would go, then, without that mark of ownership? Attempt your own way in the world?

[i_id]

I might like the choice, I think.

[original_fine]

But you are alone. You have nothing to your name, and not even a name. What would you do?

[i_id]

Oh, starve on a beach somewhere, trying to get home.

[He hopped up onto the narrow wall around the parapet, almost leaning out over the edge to look down at the road far below, and the bluff beyond that crumbled away to the sea. His clothes were soaked through by now, clinging to the skinny frame.]

I did say you can't go back.

[original_fine]

[The man was mad, that much was plain. But James went along with it for now, entertained despite the cold rain.]

Then it seems your quest is pointless.

[i_id]

A quest? I don't know if I'd call it that.

[He spun to look back at James, and teetered on the very edge, arms outstretched to keep his balance.]