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STATUS: I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya 11 yrs ago
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. - Harun Yahya
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Hello everyone!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
I love roleplaying. That is why I am here. And you are too I suppose! So we already have that much in common! Sweet!
I will play anything with a thick enough plot. My favorites include fantasy and magic themes.
I'm not sure what else to say here.
See you in game!
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I will probably post tomorrow <3
Nice post! :D
There is a hasty reply @.@, I still have a ton of chores to do before my family gets here.
She can totes win! I don't think that's over the top. That girls got talent! :D
She can totes win! I don't think that's over the top. That girls got talent! :D
"No ones?" Lysadner stuck out his lip and began to walk toward the palace. He would not, like a proper guest, simply follow the lead of Dumas. But walk beside him as if he were an equal. He'd be able to anticipate where Dumas was walking and be able to keep stride without so much as an awkward step. "That would be a waste... don't you think?" He looked at the taller man sidelong. "I suppose that is will of Queen Jadis? For the entire royal family of Mathias to be... eradicated?" If the bodyguard still harbored feelings for the girl, he would be uncomfortable with his Queens wishes even if he did not defy them out right. Such a fissure in his loyalty to the frozen queen could be... useful.
Lysander wondered if her parents were indeed still alive or not. The Narnians had told stories of how the ice-queen had frozen everyone who defied her, however, it seemed that they melted and came back to life when she weakened. Perhaps Jadis would not be so kind during this invasion...
Meanwhile, Caspian was impressed by the speed and skill of this girl. He took a defensive strategy, trying to learn the sword style she practiced with. It was efficient and smooth. As their blades danced about the courtyard he smiled, laughed, it was a joyful oversize. He tried to mimic some of her moves...
His sword swung wide, he spun and flipped and flourished his blade...
Too wide, too many spins, excessive flourishes... (some of the spectators who knew the princes usual tactics might whisper that he was trying to impress his opponent...)
He felt his foot catch on the stone bench as he tried to jump upon it. And then fall toward his opponent, he was completely and utterly open, unable to block or defend himself as his blade caught in the bush beside the bench. He would be at the mercy of her sword.
Lysander wondered if her parents were indeed still alive or not. The Narnians had told stories of how the ice-queen had frozen everyone who defied her, however, it seemed that they melted and came back to life when she weakened. Perhaps Jadis would not be so kind during this invasion...
Meanwhile, Caspian was impressed by the speed and skill of this girl. He took a defensive strategy, trying to learn the sword style she practiced with. It was efficient and smooth. As their blades danced about the courtyard he smiled, laughed, it was a joyful oversize. He tried to mimic some of her moves...
His sword swung wide, he spun and flipped and flourished his blade...
Too wide, too many spins, excessive flourishes... (some of the spectators who knew the princes usual tactics might whisper that he was trying to impress his opponent...)
He felt his foot catch on the stone bench as he tried to jump upon it. And then fall toward his opponent, he was completely and utterly open, unable to block or defend himself as his blade caught in the bush beside the bench. He would be at the mercy of her sword.
I'm working on a post, and might be able to post tomorrow to. But I have family in town, so I might be taking a little rp break. I'll still be checking the thread and stuff, just won't have time to sit down and write a whole proper post. :3
Schooool is well... I don't go to school-school. I take dance classes, which is going great. We are working on a production of Alice in Wonderland. I am part of the rabbit hole (modern), and then someone in the queen of hearts palace (ballet). The rest of the time I am not rping is playing with my dog and woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorking @.@;
And you? You go to school right? How is that going?
Schooool is well... I don't go to school-school. I take dance classes, which is going great. We are working on a production of Alice in Wonderland. I am part of the rabbit hole (modern), and then someone in the queen of hearts palace (ballet). The rest of the time I am not rping is playing with my dog and woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorking @.@;
And you? You go to school right? How is that going?
I like it :D We shall say you got there second.
Whoever is last gets brought to the captain of the guard! Who will finally be like 'oh okay wtf'
Whoever is last gets brought to the captain of the guard! Who will finally be like 'oh okay wtf'
"Perhaps we should not make the queens decisions for her." Lysander had a silver tongue.
"I certainly know that you should want to hear me out. I have heard of you, Dumas, from the lovely lips of a vision-in-red. I heard of your renown and strength... of your betrayal... among other juicy bits of gossip." He meant to provoke the ex-bodyguard, it was clear from Celine's story that this man harbored feelings for him, Lysander wished to know how much. "This country has such a lovely princess, beautiful... and sad, for what has happened to her and her country. For what the people she thought she could trust have done to her..." He wondered if the man even knew if that Celine was still alive. Would her name provoke hope? Anger? Anxiety? He waited, smirking at the man.
Meanwhile, back in Narnia, the princes mentioned offered the King a duel.
"That was clever of you." He commented on her story. "You are a determined woman." He spoke all as a compliment. The skills Celine had forced her knights to teach her might very well save her life someday if they had not already.
"It would be my honor." He bowed low to the lady and drew his own blade. He crossed into the courtyard and the sunlight, his blade glittered and flashed. He took a relaxed defensive stance, his sword point hovering a few inches over the earth. He wondered what kind of technique they knights practiced in Mathias. Celine could unwittingly teach him this, and it might come in handy should they have to fight Mathians in the war that may come...
"I certainly know that you should want to hear me out. I have heard of you, Dumas, from the lovely lips of a vision-in-red. I heard of your renown and strength... of your betrayal... among other juicy bits of gossip." He meant to provoke the ex-bodyguard, it was clear from Celine's story that this man harbored feelings for him, Lysander wished to know how much. "This country has such a lovely princess, beautiful... and sad, for what has happened to her and her country. For what the people she thought she could trust have done to her..." He wondered if the man even knew if that Celine was still alive. Would her name provoke hope? Anger? Anxiety? He waited, smirking at the man.
Meanwhile, back in Narnia, the princes mentioned offered the King a duel.
"That was clever of you." He commented on her story. "You are a determined woman." He spoke all as a compliment. The skills Celine had forced her knights to teach her might very well save her life someday if they had not already.
"It would be my honor." He bowed low to the lady and drew his own blade. He crossed into the courtyard and the sunlight, his blade glittered and flashed. He took a relaxed defensive stance, his sword point hovering a few inches over the earth. He wondered what kind of technique they knights practiced in Mathias. Celine could unwittingly teach him this, and it might come in handy should they have to fight Mathians in the war that may come...
Hm. I don't remember. We can go with that, OR that he decides to join once he is there. :3 bwahhaah.
Here I go with my response ^_^
Here I go with my response ^_^
Lysander was delivered across the sea. He was in a bitter mood, and seasick to boot. He did not like large bodies of water, it reminded him of the long days and nights he himself had been stranded upon that endless blue expanse.
He walked up on the cold shore. He was nearly as pale as the snow around him. Many Atlanteans had pale hair like him, but few were so pale as Lysander, it was a trait in the royal bloodline, they had no pigment in their skin. (On earth the scientists might call him 'albino', but on Atlantis and in Narnia it was merely a trait of the royal line).
As Lysander traveled toward the frozen palace his bad memories were forgotten, he was in awe of the power displayed around him. An entire kingdom frozen in a day? Marvelous...
He wondered if he would meet the bodyguard that the girl had spoken about, or even the queen herself. This would only be possible if they didn't kill him on the spot...
"They could try." He muttered and put his hand on his curved sword. It had been made for him by the Narnian smiths under his careful instruction to be like an Atlantean sword. Prince Caspian could best him with a rapier, but not when he held the bade of his people as he was accustomed to.
If only he could see the princess now, he might think twice about crossing her.
She battled the young mouse bravely. Caspian watched, at first from a high window. A large hen was chirping at him about trade agreements and diplomatic agreements and how their message was being received across the land. Caspian found himself entirely distracted by the princess's blade flashing in the sunlight, her fire hair flying in the wind, she was dressed like a man, but it suited her in it's own way. He was seeing so many sides to her that he had never imagined...
He dismissed the hen and made his way toward the courtyard and found the rat and the princess sweating and smiling at one another.
"Well played." He hadn't seen the conclusion of the fight.
The loyal mouse quickly bowed and saluted the king. "Your Majesty! The princess has fought most honorably and bravely!"
"Indeed." He smiled toward Celine. "Where did you learn to sword fight?" He was genuinely curious. Under his uncles Caspian had grown up seeing very traditional gender roles, but since the revolution he had seen plenty of strong women. The old queens of Narnia had few equals on the field... if only they could meet Celine now. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of his earthbound friends. He knew in his heart that his old friends were living their own lives in their own world as they must, but still he missed them dearly.
He walked up on the cold shore. He was nearly as pale as the snow around him. Many Atlanteans had pale hair like him, but few were so pale as Lysander, it was a trait in the royal bloodline, they had no pigment in their skin. (On earth the scientists might call him 'albino', but on Atlantis and in Narnia it was merely a trait of the royal line).
As Lysander traveled toward the frozen palace his bad memories were forgotten, he was in awe of the power displayed around him. An entire kingdom frozen in a day? Marvelous...
He wondered if he would meet the bodyguard that the girl had spoken about, or even the queen herself. This would only be possible if they didn't kill him on the spot...
"They could try." He muttered and put his hand on his curved sword. It had been made for him by the Narnian smiths under his careful instruction to be like an Atlantean sword. Prince Caspian could best him with a rapier, but not when he held the bade of his people as he was accustomed to.
If only he could see the princess now, he might think twice about crossing her.
She battled the young mouse bravely. Caspian watched, at first from a high window. A large hen was chirping at him about trade agreements and diplomatic agreements and how their message was being received across the land. Caspian found himself entirely distracted by the princess's blade flashing in the sunlight, her fire hair flying in the wind, she was dressed like a man, but it suited her in it's own way. He was seeing so many sides to her that he had never imagined...
He dismissed the hen and made his way toward the courtyard and found the rat and the princess sweating and smiling at one another.
"Well played." He hadn't seen the conclusion of the fight.
The loyal mouse quickly bowed and saluted the king. "Your Majesty! The princess has fought most honorably and bravely!"
"Indeed." He smiled toward Celine. "Where did you learn to sword fight?" He was genuinely curious. Under his uncles Caspian had grown up seeing very traditional gender roles, but since the revolution he had seen plenty of strong women. The old queens of Narnia had few equals on the field... if only they could meet Celine now. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of his earthbound friends. He knew in his heart that his old friends were living their own lives in their own world as they must, but still he missed them dearly.
Sweet, working on it now :3
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