AtomicNut

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AAB

I guess we could have the country names that way, but I'll mess up like a hundred times before I get it right, I liked the idea of the Tiadan people being called Tiadani though.
EDIT: The hiertanians and the Tiadani don't look that different at all, the only reason the Lutairians looks so different is because of their heritage.

@KiwiBaer

It takes so much more time when you write it out first twib.

@AtomicNut

So I think the people of lutaires seeing that kind of magic would think it's a sin against nature and be horrified. Tiadan is kinda more chill with that kind of stuff, not as bad as Hiertania, but still pretty fearful of it.
EDIT: Your post has a few pronouns off the main thing that stood out was that Alecto got it wrong. Anatole said to get ready for Luthier to become king, but luthier is the crown prince, Rowan is the second prince.
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Now that I've finished knitting for the day, it's time for some writing and posting!

@AimeChambers

She also slipped the word "overthrow." I'm spellchecking the whole thing. English is my third language. But Alecto got it right, Anatole's words were about to betray her XD.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Alecto thoughtfully took another bit of the apple, letting the juices permeate her mouth. It was fresh and fragant, emboldening her straightforwardness to procure one from the basket she was carrying on. Here and there, she eyed the soldiers getting up, rubbing their sore backs. Words were exchanged, somber glares were witnessed. Alecto pondered on the exchange that had taken place. Truth to be told, her gaze had been on the King Regent. Her half brother. He was infuriatingly talented. Truly a blessed of the sword.

And given his taunting, he was well aware of his own skills. The Knight of Sin pondered on what to do with him. Sure, she could crush a lot of knights in name only with her physical skill alone, but this King was a rare beast. She would probably want to avoid direct confrontation and focus on her maid guise. Not to mention there was also the matter of a champion in addition to the regent.

Flicking her raven her, she breathed deep as she hefted the basket of apples, and headed towards the kitchen. She had taken an hour for a ten-minute chore, and her particular choice of master, that of the second prince, equally talented and egotic as the regent, would no doubt meet her lax behaviour with disapproval. But she was not Alecto, she was Ally. And she was rather incompetent.

"I brought the apples!" She chimed in, as her brown eyes met with those of Anatolia, who was acting very tense. That girl... it was obvious what she really wished from the prince, but she still insisted in playing the rules of servants. And... did she just admit she endorsed the second prince ovethrowing her elder brother?

"Oooh, Ana, you must like the master a lot." She jeered. "You know, you could eat an apple, fall asleep and then wait for the fateful k-i-s-s." Ally said, as she fumbled around with the basket, without a care of the world regarding her tardiness.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Still sorting out Lucrecia, will post with Alecto now.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Hiertania is more monotheistic, Bellvar is more polytheistic, and Lutaires is kind of like nature is their god.

EDIT: @AAB@Sarcelle Renard So let's have it that the King knows the thugs were from Tiadan but the queen of Lutaires doesn't.

@AimeChambers

on a side note, what's the reputation of Lucrecia among Tiadan and Lutaires?.

I Was Summoned to A God's Office and his Secretary Transported Me to Another World?! (Accepting!)

That hurt like hell. Seriously. The world had gone spinning for a while, as his dazed sight rested on the front bumper, an arm underneath the bus that had crashed. So someone had been caught in the hit aswell? Kevin's blood seemed to drain. He had been ran over by a bus, and was in no position to help.

On closer inspection there was something odd. That was his own arm. How did that end up there? Then he realized that even if his neck hurt like hell, he couldn't feel anything neck down. He literally had nothing neck down.

I see...was one of his final thoughts before he faded to black, his brain ceasing to function. He even began to allucinate. About an office. Was this the afterlife? He couldn't know. Then the guardian had started to talk. Kevin was furious. He had never heard those names in his entire life. And granting being run over by a bus didn't help. So he shouted back. About a soul theft. And heated words were exchanged in return. "Look you daft planarian, there's nothing left of you to fill even an sausage" was the most striking of them all. More voices were heard, as a second female voice exposed a kind of deal. Something with a priestess of a goddess of Light or something like that. Well, he could use someone like that. He was um, possibly dying.

So he in the end accepted. It wasn't going to get much better than that, anyway. Light engulfed him...

And he woke up in a strange, forlorn place, voices hushing around. He immediately reached for his neck. Still attached. Good. He slapped his face to try and awake himself and that's when he noticed something wrong. Her facial structure... was very different. And what he threw him off the most was the fact that despite having not shaving in days. And the neck. The collarbone had felt wildly different. He eyed his hand. It was thin and delicate, also clad in leather and white clothes.

And then he noticed the chest.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUN" She tried to curse, her voice coming melodious and intense, only coming with a clever last minute substitute. Two mounds of flesh attached to her chest told that, on first inspection, he was a woman now. That explained why she felt so funnily and sore. She fumbled around, as she struggled to get up. She was somewhat shorter than his past incarnartion. Well, that probably was the term for whoever happened here. She looked at her own reflection in a watery pool, raising her eyebrows. "Gosh. Awkward, I'm cute too." She stated as a matter of fact.

Priestess of Light

The thoughts lingered on the back of her head, and she felt different... like waking up from a groggily state. She knew things a minute ago she would've never thought of. Implanted knowledge. Of priesthood rites. She searched for her Book of Prayers, right next to her side. As well as a mace. Well, at the very least it wasn't an impossible to master weapon like a whip or some kind of weird stuff.

"Alright you boopin' Lady. I will play your funny gig." She said to herself as she steadied....

And that's when she realized she had been done the whole display in front of unknown strangers. Awkwardness and embarassment seized her mind as the colours raged in her face, and dropping to a kneeling position, she chose to bury her face in her prayer book. After what it seemed an endless time, she managed to utter a sentence.

"Um...ma...maybe...landmarks...rivers...roads...follow them..." She managed to piece together as she kept trying to reign her embarassment.
"I am Kevin...NO! I mean uh... Celeste!" She literally pieced the new name at the last second.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Umbra clicked her tongue as she lowered her bow, her eyes narrowing. All those poor innocent horses... and they said she was the one with the short temper. The straightforward of the most senior of the Knights was something disgusting for someone as her, who only shed blood when she really had to. Also, that rabbit folk they had brought with them. Umbra noted, that like the real rabbits, she was vicious. The elf gave a last indifferent gaze at the caravan driver, before deftly jumping off.

There were arrows to recover, and poor beasts to put out of misery. She moved with deft steps, using her knife to give mercy to the poor horses who would never gallop again. She however, stopped upon noticing a single mare. She had a nasty gash, but it was salvageable, so the daughter of the forest focused, and saying a small chant in elven, mended the flesh of the animal. However, no good deed goes unpunished as the grateful animal licked the elf's face.

"H-hey! Stop that!" The haughty elf's voice seemed to break down in embarrasment. "Quiet!" She added, as she finally seemed to settle the beast.

Who then prompted to grab her by the clothes and give her a free ride, much to Umbra's confusion. "Stoop!"

Of course, the distraction of the second most veteran knight being embarassed of a horse masked a much malevolent approach. The she-beasts approached silently, tailing their prey under the confusion and cover. Their targets were strong, yes, but they weren't very numerous. As if they were one, the predators flanked their prey from the sides and...

"Look at that Sult, she's a cute Cal, unlike that vampire of the crypt!" Nero said, absolutely disregarding personal space and manners, while her sister approached the other side.

"Aw, she's upset. I mean, look at those puffy cheeks. I think we should pinch them." Sult added, fire in her eyes. "Almost as cute as our mini captain. But she still wins, of course!".

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Withdrawing Kili.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

Is is it sad that I want to withdraw Kili now? I feel that it just...won't work. As hilarious the idea is.

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

I hencefort christen Katherine as Kili! (thanks @AAB for pointing out it's finnish for goat kid).

The Folly of a Felicitous Prince [CLOSED]

@AtomicNut

Eh, but so far we really don't know how the prince would survive!

@AimeChambers

Uh. Well then, let me switch to PM since this is spamming the thread. On a side note I am tempted to change Pukka's nickname to just straight "Kid" (juvenile goat) or "Goat".XD