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

[polarization]

[ Frustrating as it is, Sefton uses the time to doze. He tries to keep at least slightly aware in case Lance gets up and tries to leave without him, but the period of inactivity is... nice. No matter the fact that his life has now become a game of catch-up with a man who wants absolutely nothing to do with him and no one else will take him in. ]

[wantsdragonspls]

[Naturally, as soon Lance thinks the teen is as deep as he's going to get, the redhead finally stirs, stretches, and stands from the rock, heading up the slope and around a boulder without even turning to look at Sefton or even a nary of a disturbed pebble.]

[polarization]

[ There's a shift of air, the feeling of absence near to him. He almost doesn't notice it, except his shoulder becomes cooler for it and he blinks open his eyes to see Lance nearly out of visual range.

With a frustrated grunt, he stands and grabs the bag in one motion and hurries after the man. ]

[wantsdragonspls]

[Obviously the teen wasn't nearly as asleep as he'd seemed. He was quick, in more ways than one. Lance still hasn't decided if that's good or not, or if he ought to do away with the boy.

[He doesn't look around when he hears the footsteps. He just frowns slightly and keeps moving, perhaps just with a slightly faster step.]

[polarization]

[ Gnngh. Thanks, sir. ]

Are we heading to a town next, or...? Sir.

[wantsdragonspls]

Yes.

[They just have a few stops to make first, so the actual movement toward the next town may take a few days. And then another few days to get there.]