thewizardguy

Knights academy

MyCatGinger said
Nonsense. I've been looking for a nice, calm-paced Medieval-esque fantasy RP for a while. This seems to fit the bill quite nicely. And I'm glad it doesn't involve just one liners, or there's no limit on wordcount (is there? <<") I love to write, as you can see, and thank you for commenting on the description, haha. ^^" But yeah. This kind of RP actually can always be open. I mean, new admissions file in like wildfire. And apparently, students die on a certain teacher's course, so...we'd love to fill in student/teacher spaces. Maybe make a list of characters, divided into students and teachers so we have a healthy ratio? Would be sad if we had more staff than pupils, in my opinion.

I like this idea. I decided to make a teacher because I had a cool idea, but I didn't think about the ratio. And a list might also help us keep track of the many characters.

Knights academy

I'm not so sure it was accidental

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Jack was about to reply, when the girl called him short. At this, his eyes went dead. He smiled a dead smile, and the dagger in his hand disappeared. it wasn't magic, of course. He had simply moved faster than most would have expected. A lifetime of killing people bigger than you could give one remarkable speed. The dagger flew through the air, landing solidly in the brother's shoulder with a solid thunk. Jack sighs, as he turns his attention back to the elf. "Sorry about that. I don't like being called short. Say, mr elf, do I seem short to you? Do you think I'm diminutive? Tiny? Dwarfish? Well?"
Jack hooked the dagger on the ground with his boot, kicking it into the air. He caught it in midair, and, continueing in one fluid movement, stabbed it into the elf's right hand, pinning it to his bow. He then twisted it, wondering how much pain the elf would take before screaming. It had been a while since he'd stabbed an elf. The feel of their flesh, to Jack, seemed different. Softer, more graceful. And he had always enjoyed the look they got. Almost as if they were indignant at the thought that a mere human would dare stab one of them. it kind of made him want to stab them more.

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Jack simply smiles, as he walks next to him. He stood confidently, twirling the knife around his fingers absentmindedly, not even looking as the blade sweeps around, narrowly avoiding removing his fingers each swing. "Say, elf. How fast do you think a bow is? Fast enough? From this distance, do you think I could push your bow aside before you hit me? Because if I do, I can kill you before you notch another arrow." Jack smiles at the elf, licking his lips. "I'm willing to bet my life on it. Are you? If so, shoot me. We'll take a gamble, and one of us will die. You or me. Well, elf? How fast do you think your bowstring moves?"

Knights academy

I think having enough people really isn't the issue here.

Hell's coffee lounge

Hello?

Knights academy

I know, right? It's going to be a whole bunch of work just remembering who everyone is.

Missing Messenger (Open Medieval Fantasy RP)

Jack moved in from the side, only to see a stand off. Interesting. An elf appeared to be mugging a couple. He smiled, as he pulled out Mr Stabby. Mr Stabby was his left-hand knife. It had belonged to an orc, who had used it to sacrifice virgins to his master. Jack, with a sense of irony, had then sacrificed the orc himself to the god. In an odd twist of fate, the orc had turned out to be a virgin, and Jack had spent the next five days with the blessing of a Dark God attracting every good cleric in a hundred miles towards his position. However, having friends in low places had it's perks.
Jack moved up towards the group, dropping all attempts at stealth. He happily sent the dagger in a spinning arc, as it l;landed in front of the elf's left foot, piercing the snow. Smiling, Jack stepped up, retrieving a second dagger from his belt, his eyes menacing. "Say, mr Elf, could you give me back my dagger? I appear to have dropped it. it is quite precious to me." Jack stood there with his expectant smile, completely confident. Defying all laws of logic, he had failed to notice the massive orc encampment.

Hell's coffee lounge

Sorry, gtg. Supper.

Hell's coffee lounge

supertinyking said
"....Why?" I ask. Insanity slowly starts moving reaching for the blood stabbing into him.

Me: I think it'd be interesting to see the weight of everything he's done crush him in front of me.
*Mia slices his hands off, as she starts happily making incissions herself, injecting a variety of fluids*