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EsmetheGreat said
Interested. Had an idea for a character, possibly a vassal to a Lord, a lower vassal but with aspirations to rise through the ranks. Any chance I could get some specifics on the holdings? (holding names, lord names?)


Grab a hold and get blasting^^ as long as you keep the medieval setting in mind you're free to build a hold to suit your whims and needs for your character. There's 12 of them with only 3 set in stone so far for the main plot, counting the kings hold, so we have plenty to go around. Where were you thinking of placing him/her geographically? North, south..
Amaranth said
I love a good fantasy rp! Very interested! Just curious, when you say magic is secondary or inactive, does that mean I couldn't play a sorceress or witch or something? Not that something along those lines is my only character idea, but I'd like to know anyway ^^


I initially said no magic but I'm rather lenient to be honest ^^ If you'd really like to have a witch/sorceress-ish chracter you could say that she has the ability to sense the Leylines and - whenever near them or a cluster - is capable of drawing power from them. That way she'd be a bit of an on-off mage adjacent character^^ how does that sound?
Welcome to this interest check for my small-big medieval fantasy adventure!

Closed for admission, sorry :)
Anyone who has expressed interest so far may still submit a CS, but newcomers are kindly asked to refrain from posting here except for giggles^^


--> IC / OOC <---

Tales of Leyland


Overview

This is a recruitment thread for this RP since some people left right after the IC went up. I’m looking for one to three people maximum.

The idea of this rp is a small group of people in a medieval fantasy world that gathers together, each with their own personal reasons and motivations and start traveling together to unravel a larger, overarching mystery. While traveling, our characters accept a lot of "side quests" if you will; Things they do that might help further the main plot, but sometimes ultimately lead to apparent dead ends or end on their own note. This way, the story is separated into chapter or episode-like, smaller adventures that are incorporated into the overaching plot that again has an ultimate conclusion. With these sub-episodes it is also easily possible for you guys to bring in your own ideas or stories that you want your characters to experience, while I’ll gently usher you through the main story.

I was thinking that 4 to maximum 5 characters is a good number to play with. Possible, I’d like the gender dispersion to be 50/50, but it doesn’t absolutely have to be. The general, overarching plot would be set out by me for you, but I love input and I’d be happy if you have something to add to the story or wish to bring in your own thoughts. The pace of the rp would be each person posting minimum once a week, possibly more.

Now, to the meat on the bone!











Accepted Characters
Liam O'Neill (m) by Enigma
Ade Marconi (m) by aegyolk
Anais, moniker "The Thorn" (f) by EsmetheGreat
Alicia "Lady of the Leylines" Pentechast (f) by Amaranth
May Chaimbers (f) by Seagull Bay
I'll post a recruitment thread shortly, you're very welcome to post your CS there :)
Cool post :) but since everyone else has been silent I'm going to have to assume they've left the rp and I'm going to start recruiting
So... There hasn't been much reaction to throwing up the OOC. Do I have to assume some people have jumped off this boat? Or are you all busy working on your post?^^ I'm not mad if anyone wants to quit so early in the game but if you do please inform me so I can recruit more people :)
Of course you're allowed to post! :)
Right now this RP is closed for admission :)
Chapter One

~ Beginnings ~


It was a cloudy morning. The narrow streets of Huronsbury were thick with people and there was an atmosphere of grim hurry in the air. The formless mist that covered the roads and narrowed the visibility down to a few feet made one weary, and so folk was bustling about rather hastily to get matters done and escape this loom. The stone buildings left and right were of the same color as the faces of the people in the streets that hurried on with their business. The odd dog barking in the distance was the only thing that sounded over the mumbled murmuring of the crowd and the dulled down hammering of the blacksmith seized early on, its owner knowing that this would be anything but a fine day for work. The damp sound of feet on earthen streets was swallowed by the mist just as quickly as the odd cough. No laughing of children was to be heard anywhere; even the young ones would rather stay indoors on days like these. The castle looming over the city with its thick, white walls was reflecting the light rather poorly today. Usually a sight to behold, the marble towers seemed to suffer more under the fog than anything else. The thick grey streams of water and air were lingering around the windows that gleamed from the candlelight within, echoing the warmth. A soft rain started drizzling down.

It was in an inconspicuous place near the city center that our story began. In a somewhat open space between houses, there was standing an inn that was in no way unordinary. It was a wooden building, two storeys high and with a chimney of dark brick that appeared to be a little crooked. In front of the inn there was an open space a few feet wide that made for a little front yard in between the many houses and shops all around, with a small well and a tree next to it strengthening that impression. Over the entrance door there was dangling an arm long copper sign that read < The weary woolhorn > in large friendly letters, with an etching of a woolhorn with its thick, long fur covering it’s body and eyes, and the typical bent horns that arched over the entirety of the impressive animal’s back beneath it. Inside that inn, just past the front entrance, there was a cozy space filled with tables and chairs that was bathed in the warm lights of many candles on the walls, warding of the dull atmosphere outside. Two bards were playing a jolly melody that was just loud enough to fill the room but not intrusive enough to hamper conversation. Around the table and chairs, not many people were sitting, but the ones that were appeared to be travelers from far away, with thick cloaks and many bags. Indeed was this tavern known for its hospitality towards strangers, and many a wanderer coming through Huronsbury was directed here when asking about for suitable lodging. Conversations were more lively in here than out on the streets, and the occasional laughing did not feel so out of place here. The sound of cups clinking and mouths chewing was accompanied by the occasional squeaking glasses being cleaned by the innkeeper standing behind the wooden bar.

At one of the tables, in the far corner, there was a man sitting wrapped in green and brown clothing. He seemed a little out of place, for only the thick, grey cloak and the backpack next to him spoke of a wanderer, while his appearance spoke of a minstrel. Even more so, the wooden lute of red color that was resting next to him was a clear sign of his profession. The man did not look up. He was bent over in concentration, many a sheet spread over the table and ignoring the handful of people distracted in conversation. He was scribbling something at the bottom of a page he had unfolded, and his eyes were fixated on the task. Spread across the sheets the words “disappearance”, “people” and “abduction” repeated themselves, and on the top paper there was a drawing of a young, beautiful woman. Who could this stranger be? And what was it about with his concentrated scribbling? Only one way to find out.
Hey guys sorry for the delay! Here's the link to the OOC! --> OOC =) <-- I will write the first IC post up as soon as possible, things were a little swamped lately :) Done^_^ Knock yourselves out!
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