[center][h3]The Siege of Tamberle[/h3][/center]
[center][I]Welcome! This is a true Jump-In roleplay and I invite you all to join in! I have a vague idea about the world and character I want to play and that's about it! Anyone can join. I only ask you respect the rules of the guild and acknowledge the other players. I will play [b]Maren[/b], a noble with some claim to the throne of the kingdom of [b]Erlad[/b]. This is a true free-roleplay in that you can create a character and start posting without GM approval! The idea is to get the RP rolling and see what happens. Think of it as improvisation with some minor guidelines. Just keep within the general outline of the RP and everything should be all good. I've written just a quick paragraph below to create the setting and scene. The obvious jump-in character would be Maren's bodyguard, but you could create any character that fits with the setting. Let's write![/I][/center]


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[b]Genre:[/b] Fantasy. Low-Magic. Medieval. 18+. 
[b]What is Low-Magic?[/b] Low magic means there are no D&D-esque fireball flinging wizards. There might be a Gandalf or two running around the world being mysterious, maybe even the rare enchanted artifact. Hell, elves live to be several hundred years old. Treat magic as mysterious, unknowable and rare af and it's all good!
[b]Setting:[/b] The City of Tamberle , a.k.a [i]the city of bridges[/i]
[b]Info[/b] Acceptable races include: Orcs, Elves, Dwarves etc. tropes are OK , but I always encourage unique ideas. When joining, be sure to include your name and appearance. It's also ok to create new scenes in different locations, but always consider what has come before and what other players have already written. Also, don't be a dick :)
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[indent]Maren walked along the stone causeway, holding a lavender scented kerchief to her nose and mouth. Still the stink of the fire-fens found her nostrils, and made her stomach churn. Flames, blue and green spouted randomly from the muddy marsh that surrounded the city of Tamberle. Behind Maren  walked a soldier, wearing light armor and a sword on his hip. Shadows flickered across the many stone bridges leading from the city to dry land. 

To the north, an army camped on a grassy embankment jutting into the brackish water. In the twilight of the day the cook fires were lost among the spouting flames of the marsh. But Maren could hear the war-songs of the mercenaries come to kill her and it chilled the bones of her slim frame. She paused, leaning against the ancient stone parapet. She was not sure if it was the fumes of the marsh or the impending invasion of the city that had knotted her stomach.

“We’re all going to die here,” she said. She looked at her bodyguard. He was observing the camped army, and turned to meet her gaze.[/indent]