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Hello, hello party people. If I may, I'd like to throw my hat in.
Three weeks passed since the son of the king was dispatched to recover the young woman whom the king claimed to be the future queen, the woman that he would have married to his son. At least, that was the story the king had shared with those who asked. It was the very same story he shared with the men he chose to hire in Jax's place, Jax having tested his father's patience far too much. The only thing that surpassed his ambition was his lack of patience, that man who wore a crown woven as much with gold as deceit. Sixteen men, some the most wretched the kingdom had to offer spread outwards from Castle Reinhardt that day in search of the young woman with eyes of ice and hair of a raven's plumage. The reward for finding and bringing the wench back to the castle would sustain several generations and there would be blood spilled over this woman. That was something they were all sure of.
Jax's journey had remained largely fruitless these past few weeks. There were plenty of young women with the hair and the eyes, though they always lacked the damn freckles. The gods themselves seemed to taunt him some evenings. If it wasn't for Jax's patience, he would have stormed off and returned to the war-front which last he heard was still alive and well. Today, for the first time in three nights, he would rest at an inn. The Sleeping Dog it was named, the rowdy travelers yelling and drinking in the dive of a bar anything but accurate to the inn's name. 'Well' he thought with a shrug, 'no reason not to enjoy myself' Jax joined in with the others, drinking the night away, swapping war stories, both real and fake, and having a wonderful time on his father's coffers. That night the patrons of the Sleeping Dog drank on Jax's dime, one that was the direct product of his father's coffers, which amusingly enough came from the pockets of those drinking away the night.
He found himself in a room the next morning, his limbs sluggish and thoughts blurred. A morning's drink would stave off the hangover, he could only hope as he gathered his clothes and trudged downstairs in his daily attire. It was yet another day of the hunt and from his hazy memories of last night, a rather fruitless one. That is until he saw hair black as night, a glowing set of pale blue eyes between them. "Gods almighty..." Jax muttered under his breath, taking a swig from another man who was drinking away his hangover. For the first time in nearly a month of riding he was speechless. Was it truly her?
Jax's journey had remained largely fruitless these past few weeks. There were plenty of young women with the hair and the eyes, though they always lacked the damn freckles. The gods themselves seemed to taunt him some evenings. If it wasn't for Jax's patience, he would have stormed off and returned to the war-front which last he heard was still alive and well. Today, for the first time in three nights, he would rest at an inn. The Sleeping Dog it was named, the rowdy travelers yelling and drinking in the dive of a bar anything but accurate to the inn's name. 'Well' he thought with a shrug, 'no reason not to enjoy myself' Jax joined in with the others, drinking the night away, swapping war stories, both real and fake, and having a wonderful time on his father's coffers. That night the patrons of the Sleeping Dog drank on Jax's dime, one that was the direct product of his father's coffers, which amusingly enough came from the pockets of those drinking away the night.
He found himself in a room the next morning, his limbs sluggish and thoughts blurred. A morning's drink would stave off the hangover, he could only hope as he gathered his clothes and trudged downstairs in his daily attire. It was yet another day of the hunt and from his hazy memories of last night, a rather fruitless one. That is until he saw hair black as night, a glowing set of pale blue eyes between them. "Gods almighty..." Jax muttered under his breath, taking a swig from another man who was drinking away his hangover. For the first time in nearly a month of riding he was speechless. Was it truly her?
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12 yrs ago
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Thanks mate, much appreciated. Once you can spare the time I look forward to rping with you further.
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"Understood, sir." Jesse nodded, taking the note and quickly jamming it into his pocket. "Thank you for your help. I'm sure I'll see you again shortly." Jessed stood, giving the man an appreciative though awkward bow. It seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, though it was hard not to feel a little silly. As he left, the thought passed through him, Jesse wondering if John had noticed Charos's presence. That Charos never left Jesse's side, even though he was essentially dismissed. Well if he did, it would probably be brought up in their next encounter, Jesse figured slipping out of the room quickly.
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Scenario 15
Hours passed by since Jesse first arrived and now the details had been taken care of. He was now a student, albeit a rather late one, but a student none-the-less. His room was simple, but an upgrade from the motel room he spent the past few years in. It was a bit of a relief to have the room to himself as well, though having no roommate wouldn't make integrating into this world much easier. Jesse realised he had been pacing back and forth in his room, stopping dead in his tracks. He paced when he was nervous and usually all the process did was enable his anxiety. "I guess I should try to get out there," he reasoned, looking toward the door. Jesse went through his drawer, looking at the few clothes he did have and pulled out a white t-shirt that was stiff from the amount of times he had to bleach the damn thing to get blood stains out and threw it on. 'Well, best place to start would probably be the mess hall, eh?' Jesse shrugged, taking his leave and walking out of the room with a little more swagger, trying to remind himself that everyone here was like him in a way.
Jesse found the mess hall after wandering around for a good, his stomach growling with the ferocity of a tiger by the time that he finally grabbed a meal and sat down. It seemed rather quiet, though it was surprisingly late too. Jesse had never been too good with time and in these types of situations it always showed. He might be pretty damn good at some things, but normal stuff like when one was supposed to eat dinner had always been lost on him. A habit he picked up from working full time outside of high school. You eat whenever you have time with that kind of life.
Jesse ate his sandwich with an absent minded expression across his face, his mind drifting off to his time learning how to control his white magics. An event that still lingered in his mind was shortly after he first summoned Charos. It was right after he lost a man he was trying to save that was shot outside of the motel he lived in. Charos was holding the young man just as he did the girl earlier today, the only difference being that the situation was much more life or death. And that death won that day. Charos did not approve of failure, making sure to make that very apparent to Jesse. He gave Jesse a challenge, one that would decide whether or not Charos would continue to support him. One that Jesse loved and despised Charos for. He had to chop off his own left hand and repair the damage and reconnect the severed limb. Jesse blinked rapidly breaking free of his day dreaming and looked toward his wrist. The jagged scar that ran around his wrist was still there to remind him that it wasn't just a product of his imagination. 'Christ I'm a mad man." he softly smiled, taking another bite of his sandwich.
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Scenario 15
Hours passed by since Jesse first arrived and now the details had been taken care of. He was now a student, albeit a rather late one, but a student none-the-less. His room was simple, but an upgrade from the motel room he spent the past few years in. It was a bit of a relief to have the room to himself as well, though having no roommate wouldn't make integrating into this world much easier. Jesse realised he had been pacing back and forth in his room, stopping dead in his tracks. He paced when he was nervous and usually all the process did was enable his anxiety. "I guess I should try to get out there," he reasoned, looking toward the door. Jesse went through his drawer, looking at the few clothes he did have and pulled out a white t-shirt that was stiff from the amount of times he had to bleach the damn thing to get blood stains out and threw it on. 'Well, best place to start would probably be the mess hall, eh?' Jesse shrugged, taking his leave and walking out of the room with a little more swagger, trying to remind himself that everyone here was like him in a way.
Jesse found the mess hall after wandering around for a good, his stomach growling with the ferocity of a tiger by the time that he finally grabbed a meal and sat down. It seemed rather quiet, though it was surprisingly late too. Jesse had never been too good with time and in these types of situations it always showed. He might be pretty damn good at some things, but normal stuff like when one was supposed to eat dinner had always been lost on him. A habit he picked up from working full time outside of high school. You eat whenever you have time with that kind of life.
Jesse ate his sandwich with an absent minded expression across his face, his mind drifting off to his time learning how to control his white magics. An event that still lingered in his mind was shortly after he first summoned Charos. It was right after he lost a man he was trying to save that was shot outside of the motel he lived in. Charos was holding the young man just as he did the girl earlier today, the only difference being that the situation was much more life or death. And that death won that day. Charos did not approve of failure, making sure to make that very apparent to Jesse. He gave Jesse a challenge, one that would decide whether or not Charos would continue to support him. One that Jesse loved and despised Charos for. He had to chop off his own left hand and repair the damage and reconnect the severed limb. Jesse blinked rapidly breaking free of his day dreaming and looked toward his wrist. The jagged scar that ran around his wrist was still there to remind him that it wasn't just a product of his imagination. 'Christ I'm a mad man." he softly smiled, taking another bite of his sandwich.
My interest has not wavered!
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12 yrs ago
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Understood. Best of luck getting your rp off the ground. I know it can be a pain in the arse.
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Ah, no need to rush mate. I had just been concerned you may have moved on to another rp or something of that ilk. Please, take your time!
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Hi all, so I've a question. How should one handle leaving a scenario if one is waiting on a response from the other person in the scenario? I don't want to be rude, but it has been three days and I'd really like to participate in the rp.
A son's duty is to obey his father. A knight's to obey his king. Jax held both duties when his father, Thesius the Jackal, sent for him some four years after he left the castle.The order to return home had come directly from his father, his father who was quite aware that he had sent his son and some four hundred other knights to Barring Strait, the river that separated the kingdom from the neighboring empire. The very same neighboring empire who was attempting to invade through the damned strait. Jax held no bitter feelings for his father for being so indecisive with where he wished his son to be, though the days of travel that it had cost him had gotten on his nerves. When Jax had returned to his childhood home, the place his father had stolen from the previous king, there was no fanfare, no men awaiting his arrival, not so much as an acknowledgement that the second heir to the throne had returned from the war. No such surprise there, Jax had thought to himself long since used to the modest lifestyle he was bound to.
The king looked toward him with bored eyes, a life of luxury having drawn the good nature towards the simple things in life such as seeing ones son out of him. "Jax," the king groaned, "you took your time returning home, haven't you?" Jax approached the king, dropping on one knee, eyes fixated on the cool stone beneath him, "My apologies,my lord. One can only travel so fast when in the midst of a war." "Then let us hope one learns to respect orders with more haste come next time," Thesius chided, scowling at the knight. "Well, let us quit this and move on," the king continued, standing for the first time since Jax entered the room, his large gut leading the way. "There is a girl..." Thesius began dully, motioning for Jax to rise, which he readily complied with, "Who lives amongst one of the kingdom's inns along its outer rim." Jax hid his displeasure in hearing that once more he would be forced to ride across half the damn kingdom.
No more than an hour had passed before Jax took to his horse and began North, his hunt beginning. "Hair of a raven's plumage, eye of winter's ice, and freckles adorning the side of her lip. With a description like that, how could one miss her?" Jax growled, gripping the reigns of his horse fiercely, knuckles glowing like hot iron as he rode into the night.
The king looked toward him with bored eyes, a life of luxury having drawn the good nature towards the simple things in life such as seeing ones son out of him. "Jax," the king groaned, "you took your time returning home, haven't you?" Jax approached the king, dropping on one knee, eyes fixated on the cool stone beneath him, "My apologies,my lord. One can only travel so fast when in the midst of a war." "Then let us hope one learns to respect orders with more haste come next time," Thesius chided, scowling at the knight. "Well, let us quit this and move on," the king continued, standing for the first time since Jax entered the room, his large gut leading the way. "There is a girl..." Thesius began dully, motioning for Jax to rise, which he readily complied with, "Who lives amongst one of the kingdom's inns along its outer rim." Jax hid his displeasure in hearing that once more he would be forced to ride across half the damn kingdom.
No more than an hour had passed before Jax took to his horse and began North, his hunt beginning. "Hair of a raven's plumage, eye of winter's ice, and freckles adorning the side of her lip. With a description like that, how could one miss her?" Jax growled, gripping the reigns of his horse fiercely, knuckles glowing like hot iron as he rode into the night.
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