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It was hard to deny just how nervous and tense the situation was. Derrin was possibly the least harmful of all the men it could have been. He kept himself looking as calm and civilised as he could, despite the fact he could feel their opportunity for escape drifting away beneath his feet. His heart was already clammed img in his chest. This was treason and of course he was nervous. He gave a short nod as conversation was directed back towards him.
"It may not be the best food in Andor, but the colder farms still provide us with something." He was cautious, as always, watching quietly. He could feel weariness and exhaustion behind his eyes, yet he needed to be alert. Gods forgive what would happen if he let her die. "Most of the men here were given as children, a high number have never experienced the company of a lover, whether paid for or otherwise." Roran interjected. It was odd to think that the majority of the men living in Cannor, which stood so small against the mountains to the north, would die without ever experiencing a woman. Those who had shared their bed with another would agree it was a sad fact, yet it was never spoke of. Perhaps it was the sheer cold that kept mens' desires at bay.
"Perhaps a softer voice would allow me to relax." He suggested, his voice clinging to a reason for wishing to spend time with Ysabel. "It makes a change to the voices of the brothers were both share." His entire body was screaming for rest, whether it be by Derrin's leave, or by a place to sleep. Eyes lifted to study the healer, a man smarter than most others in the keep. He didn't seem to know too much, not by appearance but what did Roran know? He was psychic. He couldn't tell from appearance. But he feared the worst. If Derrin knew, chances were, the others knew. The blonde could already feel his palms sweating.
He watched the two of them and frowned. Derrin had to know, the look on his face wasn't normal. Yet it wasn't the assumption most normal people made, it was a last choice, a quick grasp at fantasy. They may not have been in the worst place in the the country if others knew, but they still weren't safe. He nodded again at Derrin's request and glanced over at Ysabel. There was a wave of relief to see the man finally leaving. Roran sighed gently and checked the lock on the door. Derrin had deffintely disappeared from earshot.
He turned over to Ysabel and hesitantly nodded.
"Thank you." He commented, walking over quietly. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, chewing on the bread. It was softer than usual, deffintely tastier. He assumed that they'd baked specifically for Ysabel. Regardless, he ate. "I'd suggest before the hour is up. There's a chance that he knows, you're doomed if he does." He finished quietly and stood slowly. "No one needs to know, no one can know." They'd leave as soon as she was finished eating, if anyone with more power found out, no doubt the Caoital would know before dawn. The Wastes were a month away, on horseback, and walking would take much longer.
"It may not be the best food in Andor, but the colder farms still provide us with something." He was cautious, as always, watching quietly. He could feel weariness and exhaustion behind his eyes, yet he needed to be alert. Gods forgive what would happen if he let her die. "Most of the men here were given as children, a high number have never experienced the company of a lover, whether paid for or otherwise." Roran interjected. It was odd to think that the majority of the men living in Cannor, which stood so small against the mountains to the north, would die without ever experiencing a woman. Those who had shared their bed with another would agree it was a sad fact, yet it was never spoke of. Perhaps it was the sheer cold that kept mens' desires at bay.
"Perhaps a softer voice would allow me to relax." He suggested, his voice clinging to a reason for wishing to spend time with Ysabel. "It makes a change to the voices of the brothers were both share." His entire body was screaming for rest, whether it be by Derrin's leave, or by a place to sleep. Eyes lifted to study the healer, a man smarter than most others in the keep. He didn't seem to know too much, not by appearance but what did Roran know? He was psychic. He couldn't tell from appearance. But he feared the worst. If Derrin knew, chances were, the others knew. The blonde could already feel his palms sweating.
He watched the two of them and frowned. Derrin had to know, the look on his face wasn't normal. Yet it wasn't the assumption most normal people made, it was a last choice, a quick grasp at fantasy. They may not have been in the worst place in the the country if others knew, but they still weren't safe. He nodded again at Derrin's request and glanced over at Ysabel. There was a wave of relief to see the man finally leaving. Roran sighed gently and checked the lock on the door. Derrin had deffintely disappeared from earshot.
He turned over to Ysabel and hesitantly nodded.
"Thank you." He commented, walking over quietly. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat down, chewing on the bread. It was softer than usual, deffintely tastier. He assumed that they'd baked specifically for Ysabel. Regardless, he ate. "I'd suggest before the hour is up. There's a chance that he knows, you're doomed if he does." He finished quietly and stood slowly. "No one needs to know, no one can know." They'd leave as soon as she was finished eating, if anyone with more power found out, no doubt the Caoital would know before dawn. The Wastes were a month away, on horseback, and walking would take much longer.
First things first, I should give everyone a heads up: I'm often going through difficult periods of my life, there may be times when I don't respond, but I generally need time and patience.
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First things first, I should give everyone a heads up: I'm often going through difficult periods of my life, there may be times when I don't respond, but I generally need time and patience.
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**I'm a high end casual rper, please try not to give less than what I give you.
**Help with the plot
**Develop characters
**No insta-romance!
**No canons
**PM me. Don't post here, it'll probably get ignored. [/hider]
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Harry Potter*
The Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit
Glee
Mass Effect
Pirates of the Caribbeans *
Assassins Creed *
Frozen * (Frozen-esque plot)
Elder Scrolls*
Walking Dead
Death Note
Charmed
Star Wars
SuckerPunch
Game Of Thrones
Kick Ass CRAVING
Marvel universe CRAVING
Xmen
Agents of SHIELD CRAVING
The Last of Us
Resident Evil
Firefly/Serenity
Charmed
Hunger Games *
30 Days Of Night *
Repo! The Genetic Opera
Quentin Tarantino
King Arthur
Make It or Break It
Eragon
[/hider]
[hider=Pairings/other]
Band *
Army **
HORROR
Sports Comeback
Generic Pairings
Western
Epic Fantasy*
[/hider]
[hider=Five rules]
**I'm a high end casual rper, please try not to give less than what I give you.
**Help with the plot
**Develop characters
**No insta-romance!
**No canons
**PM me. Don't post here, it'll probably get ignored. [/hider]
[hider=Fandoms]
*=plot
Harry Potter*
The Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit
Glee
Mass Effect
Pirates of the Caribbeans *
Assassins Creed *
Frozen * (Frozen-esque plot)
Elder Scrolls*
Walking Dead
Death Note
Charmed
Star Wars
SuckerPunch
Game Of Thrones
Kick Ass CRAVING
Marvel universe CRAVING
Xmen
Agents of SHIELD CRAVING
The Last of Us
Resident Evil
Firefly/Serenity
Charmed
Hunger Games *
30 Days Of Night *
Repo! The Genetic Opera
Quentin Tarantino
King Arthur
Make It or Break It
Eragon
[/hider]
[hider=Pairings/other]
Band *
Army **
HORROR
Sports Comeback
Generic Pairings
Western
Epic Fantasy*
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
Emilie pulled her bow further.
"Empty your pockets." She spat, her tone dropping as the newcomer's speech mentioned clickers. "Now." There were downsides to trusting people, strangers anyway. "Show us what you have." She gestured towards his pockets with her bow before aiming at his throat once more. She stood still in the silence, watching and waiting for the man to do as requested. "Empty them." It would only take a moment,. Only a moment to empty his belongings but also a moment to kill him. She wouldn't do it in front of Annie, but if worst came to worst, she'd release her arrow.
She aimed higher and waited, a face stern. It was the sound of movement upstairs that pulled her eyes from the man. She relaxed her bow and hushed the group around her. There was no clicking... No shrieking... Stalker? Whatever it was, they needed to leave.
"Which way?" She mouthed. The garden could push them to interact with too many clickers, but the door may force interaction with whatever was upstairs.
"Empty your pockets." She spat, her tone dropping as the newcomer's speech mentioned clickers. "Now." There were downsides to trusting people, strangers anyway. "Show us what you have." She gestured towards his pockets with her bow before aiming at his throat once more. She stood still in the silence, watching and waiting for the man to do as requested. "Empty them." It would only take a moment,. Only a moment to empty his belongings but also a moment to kill him. She wouldn't do it in front of Annie, but if worst came to worst, she'd release her arrow.
She aimed higher and waited, a face stern. It was the sound of movement upstairs that pulled her eyes from the man. She relaxed her bow and hushed the group around her. There was no clicking... No shrieking... Stalker? Whatever it was, they needed to leave.
"Which way?" She mouthed. The garden could push them to interact with too many clickers, but the door may force interaction with whatever was upstairs.
What Roran remembered of his upbringing was perhaps odd for some now. He remembered the stories his mother used to tell him. Paintings of the Kings and Queens, holding their place on the throne. How the mightiest battles were won with the Domas. She'd told him tales of how the most beautiful women were creations of Yaska. He could remember the legends of the God's own trials and fights, destroying the weaker gods to make place for their own world. Maybe he was even hurt by Ysabel's quick disregard for his belief in her. Maybe he was being too childish.
He had little time to convince her, let alone get her to safety. He turned his back again and dropped his eyes to the ground. The thick cloth about his clothes would keep him warm, as it did every other on the fortress. After several months, the cold didn't bother many. Not at least until one journeyed into the mountains. His thoughts danced over his fantasies of a world filled with Gods, eventually clocking onto the sound of foot steps echoing. He lifted his head and turned back to Ysabel. He could only glance before Derrin appeared at the door.
Roran stepped to the side, allowing the man leave to pass him. He stayed quiet, as was his place, and waited anxiously for the man to leave. Of course, however, he did not. Roran moved his eyes from Ysabel and turned back to Derrin.
"Of course, I know. I'll wait til breakfast, it is too late for food now." He turned his attention back to Derrin and waited. Was he supposed to leave? Did they already know? "I can continue the watch here for the night, I am not tired." He commented, hoping that it would give Derrin the opertunity to leave. Ysabel needed to get out before anyone, even by the slightest chance, managed to assume the same he did. There may have been a chance that Roran's assumption wasn't correct, but he would continue to persuade her that The Wastes were the safest place.
He had little time to convince her, let alone get her to safety. He turned his back again and dropped his eyes to the ground. The thick cloth about his clothes would keep him warm, as it did every other on the fortress. After several months, the cold didn't bother many. Not at least until one journeyed into the mountains. His thoughts danced over his fantasies of a world filled with Gods, eventually clocking onto the sound of foot steps echoing. He lifted his head and turned back to Ysabel. He could only glance before Derrin appeared at the door.
Roran stepped to the side, allowing the man leave to pass him. He stayed quiet, as was his place, and waited anxiously for the man to leave. Of course, however, he did not. Roran moved his eyes from Ysabel and turned back to Derrin.
"Of course, I know. I'll wait til breakfast, it is too late for food now." He turned his attention back to Derrin and waited. Was he supposed to leave? Did they already know? "I can continue the watch here for the night, I am not tired." He commented, hoping that it would give Derrin the opertunity to leave. Ysabel needed to get out before anyone, even by the slightest chance, managed to assume the same he did. There may have been a chance that Roran's assumption wasn't correct, but he would continue to persuade her that The Wastes were the safest place.
Roran feared her next move. Yet it was pride he feared. She would understand, or think him mad. He cared for the latter, as any man would. His eyes darted between the ground and the metal his hand clung to. How was he supposed to word this? Staying silent, the blonde turned to look at her, watching her move towards the door and stop him simply with her hand. If her gift has awoken the gods, Yaska would have been standing behind her now, giving her all the qualities a woman possessed. Strength, beauty, wisdom, wit and the ability to stop a man in his tracks, no matter who they were. He left his arm limp, feeling her pull the door closed.
When she spoke, Roran felt the desperation for an answer in her whisper. She needed to know, not knowing could get her killed. He took his eyes off her hand and allowed his eyes to click about, as if to grasp would out the air before them.
"No mixture known here is enough to prevent a Wargs infection." He dropped his voice low. "On the mountain, there is no break in the snow. Not in my years." He paused, searching for the words he needed. Had it not been an extensive journey ahead of them, Roran would have taken her to the temple pools himself, yet the journey reached nearly three months in length. Of course this was provided they didn't die from dehydration. "Something changed the mountain's mind- the gods' minds. Andor is not safe for you. Not with the king's family on the throne. The gift you have will either get you killed or bring you power amoungst the entire of Andor and its neighbours. But you're not safe here."
He stopped himself. Waiting to see if footsteps continued. He heard nothing. Carefully, he turned back to Ysabel.
"Dress. We have to leave." Maybe he was being too cautious. None of them would even consider Ysabel to be a Queen. They didn't have the imagination. "If we leave tonight, there will be less chance for questions. Less chance for anyone to find out." He stood with his back to her despite her being in appropriate attire. He turned out of honour and respect. "You have to understand that no one must know. The King will have your head if anything is known. He knows the people would follow you instead. He knows they wish for the god's return, and Andor's rightful heirs."
That would be a problem. No God's Queen ruled without her own king, illuminating the kingdom as a couple and never alone. Both sides of the coin needed to be shown. Roran turned back slowly and peered out the door. He was nervous, of course. But she needed a horse and a direct route to The Wastes.
**wasnt sure if you had a plan for Derrin so I left it open**
When she spoke, Roran felt the desperation for an answer in her whisper. She needed to know, not knowing could get her killed. He took his eyes off her hand and allowed his eyes to click about, as if to grasp would out the air before them.
"No mixture known here is enough to prevent a Wargs infection." He dropped his voice low. "On the mountain, there is no break in the snow. Not in my years." He paused, searching for the words he needed. Had it not been an extensive journey ahead of them, Roran would have taken her to the temple pools himself, yet the journey reached nearly three months in length. Of course this was provided they didn't die from dehydration. "Something changed the mountain's mind- the gods' minds. Andor is not safe for you. Not with the king's family on the throne. The gift you have will either get you killed or bring you power amoungst the entire of Andor and its neighbours. But you're not safe here."
He stopped himself. Waiting to see if footsteps continued. He heard nothing. Carefully, he turned back to Ysabel.
"Dress. We have to leave." Maybe he was being too cautious. None of them would even consider Ysabel to be a Queen. They didn't have the imagination. "If we leave tonight, there will be less chance for questions. Less chance for anyone to find out." He stood with his back to her despite her being in appropriate attire. He turned out of honour and respect. "You have to understand that no one must know. The King will have your head if anything is known. He knows the people would follow you instead. He knows they wish for the god's return, and Andor's rightful heirs."
That would be a problem. No God's Queen ruled without her own king, illuminating the kingdom as a couple and never alone. Both sides of the coin needed to be shown. Roran turned back slowly and peered out the door. He was nervous, of course. But she needed a horse and a direct route to The Wastes.
**wasnt sure if you had a plan for Derrin so I left it open**
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Yeah I agree with the personality thing. I may have used him a lot but his personality is still moulding, would be all lies if I wrote it down in a character sheet only to have it change
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Yeah I agree with the personality thing. I may have used him a lot but his personality is still moulding, would be all lies if I wrote it down in a character sheet only to have it change
Thanks too!
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I'm looking for a number of questions aside from the usual to put on a favourite character's profile. I use this character on a regular basis and have done for nearly two years. I'll note this is a Harry Potter character
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