Post by Phoenix on Jul 3, 2006 6:31:41 GMT -5
ic: I'm sooo sorry I haven't been posting lately but now I am free after sitting the evil A levels to begin roleplaying again. YAY. The new site is great and I hope I will be allowed back, pweeeze.
Name:
Phoenix
Age:
18
Contact info:
liljess_17@yahoo.co.uk
ic:
(I hope you wont mind a part of the story I am currently working on as a roleplay sample)
Prelude
The King had been ill for months, everyday he slipped further and further away and the country of Gwen was in a deep state of mourning. It was a cruel twist of fate, they said, that just as the seasons turned and everything bloomed into life he had finally departed from it. His daughter could not settle herself it was told. At one moment she would be weeping grievously, unbelieving that her father had left her. And in the next she would fly into a hot rage and scream until her voice broke. She was young; they said and had loved him dearly.
Yet they would never know of his dying words, those that now haunted Elwyn. He had admitted to her on his death bed, that he had been less than cautious on his journey to Verna six years previously. As a result of this, he had said, she now had a younger sister who belonged to the Aldrions, a well known and fierce warrior clan. His advice to her was to bring the young impressionable girl to the palace, dazzle her with riches and acquire her loyalty, something which he had already begun. Only then would she be safe from the danger of being overthrown. However Elwyn in her grief had denied his words, put them down to the fever that had taken him, and ascended to the thrown with absolutely no intention of following his advice. She would live to regret her actions in the future but for now she was at ease.
Chapter 1
Slanted rays of bright light were directed into the corridors by high, ornate windows, revealing the dark paintings of generations of the royal family, all of which were framed in an ornate golden surround. It was the figure closest to the door that Ranger was concerned with, the old king; the man that had hand picked him for this role. Royal protector to the daughter of the king, Ranger had been greatly honoured when the title had been bestowed upon him. Given to the Ataran order, which was dedicated to protecting the Darnick crown, he had excelled academically and then when he had developed fully he was one of the best in swordsmanship. He had been, the king had said whilst presenting him with the sword that he now wore at his side, the obvious choice. But as the years rolled on he had accepted the fact that Elwyn would never call upon him. It was true that he was younger, perhaps that irritated her, nevertheless he had stayed true to his word and had made it clear that he was there if she ever needed him.
Early that morning she had called for him and now he waited outside of the royal chamber speculating about what had made her break the tradition of silence. The tall man stood bolt upright, and the heavy, shining armour added to his already strongly built form. His dark thick hair had been pulled into a tail and piercing azure eyes stared unseeingly at the paintings.
The door opened suddenly and Elwyn was illuminated by the shafts of light. She had been one of the most beautiful women in Gwen, her hair was the palest shade of blonde and her eyes were the lightest blue. She was still slender, which was perhaps because she had never had children and the woman had aged gracefully in her 41 years. However, she looked harassed as she stood before him, her hair had been pulled back severely and dark rings had taken residence beneath her eyes. The reason for the Queens worn appearance was the evil menace that was currently emanating from Darnick, which she was doing everything in her power to stop. Ranger bowed deeply and the ceremonial armour he had adorned creaked slightly.
“Come along Ranger.”
She said impatiently and held the door open for him as he entered her sitting room.
It was like a reflection of the woman, light and subtle with pale fabrics and fine furnishings. The open doors let in the faint scent of roses which adorned the balcony beyond. As the knight turned to face the queen he noticed she had taken a seat upon the high backed chair that had been her father’s favourite. A chair which he had taken often when mulling over problems.
“How can I help you My Queen”
For a moment the woman’s eyes looked saddened and she sighed,
“Ranger,”
she started with a heavy voice that was filled with her wariness.
“It is time I told you the truth, the way I have treated you is cruel, but please believe that my intentions were noble.”
“There is no need for you to apologise My Queen.”
He said, although the words were spoken a little stiffly, this did not go undetected and Queen smiled sadly and shook her head.
“Please Ranger just let me speak. A long time ago, my father told you that you were to protect his daughter, and that I would call upon you to explain your position.”
Ranger nodded, he could remember clearly how she had coldly told him that he wasn’t really necessary but that she’d honour her father’s last wishes and keep him in the position.
“I’m ashamed to say I lied to you Ranger, but it’s true. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you refused to stay, but ironically now that I do need your help, you’re going to have to know the truth. The question is whether or not you want to fulfil your true position.”
There was no need to think about her proposal, for it was what he had undertaken long ago. He nodded soundlessly and stood strongly with his hands behind his back.
“I made a promise to your father.”
“I knew you would, how I have taken advantage of you Ranger. Well,”
The queen stopped and took a breath as if to steal herself,
“the hoards of Darnick have risen and are obliterating anything that comes into their path. The Emperor has somehow persuaded the horrors that live in the caves of Mount Zethrel to join him and I believe that their final target is us. He nurtures a great bitterness towards me …”
“Because you refused to marry him.”
Ranger supplied quietly.
“Yes, that is probably the case, he has a great ego and I bruised it severely. He will get vengeance by taking Gwen.”
“Forgive me Your Highness, but if I’m not supposed to protect you …”
She smiled cryptically, her pale eyes a mystery,
“Therein lies the answer. You were told to protect the king’s daughter, not the future queen. Not me.”
Rangers brow furrowed slightly, and the queen looked pained as she was forced to elaborate.
“I didn’t think anyone else knew so I pretended it wasn’t real, but somehow the Emperor found out. He knows he can’t take this place with sheer force because of the enchantment. Only someone of the Ataran bloodline may rule Darnick, he knows he cannot take my kingdom with sheer force, so he has reverted to subterfuge.”
“Your Highness please.”
The knight said abruptly, for some reason she was avoiding telling him something. She gathered what strength she had left and then continued to speak in a dead voice.
“Your duty Ranger is to protect the King’s illegitimate daughter, and in doing so thwart the Emperor’s plan to use her to gain the kingdom of Gwen.”
Elwyn leant back heavily and she focused on her hands that lay folded in her lap for a while. She had been denying the womans existence for many years and it obviously pained her to admit her father’s shame.
“You will find her among the Aldrions, she will be in her 21st year and I’m told she looks remarkably like my grandmother.”
At this point Elwyn half heartedly pointed to the portrait of a striking red haired woman with the same pale blue eyes as herself.
“What’s her name?”
Ranger asked and resolutely turned his head away from the enchanting portrait, he assumed that the artist had been very flattering so as to gain favour in the court.
“Her name is … Morgana.”
Elwyn’s voice sounded drained and empty of all emotion, the dark circles beneath her eyes looked more pronounced. Ranger took this as a sign to leave and stood to make his way to the door,
“I will begin my journey today Your Highness.”
He bowed perfunctorily and then left the room. As he closed the door he felt mixed feelings towards the Queen; both resentment for lying to him and appreciatiation, for finally revealing what he was meant to do.
Genres:
I do most genres, pirate, fantasy, medieval, book, film etc etc
Name:
Phoenix
Age:
18
Contact info:
liljess_17@yahoo.co.uk
ic:
(I hope you wont mind a part of the story I am currently working on as a roleplay sample)
Prelude
The King had been ill for months, everyday he slipped further and further away and the country of Gwen was in a deep state of mourning. It was a cruel twist of fate, they said, that just as the seasons turned and everything bloomed into life he had finally departed from it. His daughter could not settle herself it was told. At one moment she would be weeping grievously, unbelieving that her father had left her. And in the next she would fly into a hot rage and scream until her voice broke. She was young; they said and had loved him dearly.
Yet they would never know of his dying words, those that now haunted Elwyn. He had admitted to her on his death bed, that he had been less than cautious on his journey to Verna six years previously. As a result of this, he had said, she now had a younger sister who belonged to the Aldrions, a well known and fierce warrior clan. His advice to her was to bring the young impressionable girl to the palace, dazzle her with riches and acquire her loyalty, something which he had already begun. Only then would she be safe from the danger of being overthrown. However Elwyn in her grief had denied his words, put them down to the fever that had taken him, and ascended to the thrown with absolutely no intention of following his advice. She would live to regret her actions in the future but for now she was at ease.
Chapter 1
Slanted rays of bright light were directed into the corridors by high, ornate windows, revealing the dark paintings of generations of the royal family, all of which were framed in an ornate golden surround. It was the figure closest to the door that Ranger was concerned with, the old king; the man that had hand picked him for this role. Royal protector to the daughter of the king, Ranger had been greatly honoured when the title had been bestowed upon him. Given to the Ataran order, which was dedicated to protecting the Darnick crown, he had excelled academically and then when he had developed fully he was one of the best in swordsmanship. He had been, the king had said whilst presenting him with the sword that he now wore at his side, the obvious choice. But as the years rolled on he had accepted the fact that Elwyn would never call upon him. It was true that he was younger, perhaps that irritated her, nevertheless he had stayed true to his word and had made it clear that he was there if she ever needed him.
Early that morning she had called for him and now he waited outside of the royal chamber speculating about what had made her break the tradition of silence. The tall man stood bolt upright, and the heavy, shining armour added to his already strongly built form. His dark thick hair had been pulled into a tail and piercing azure eyes stared unseeingly at the paintings.
The door opened suddenly and Elwyn was illuminated by the shafts of light. She had been one of the most beautiful women in Gwen, her hair was the palest shade of blonde and her eyes were the lightest blue. She was still slender, which was perhaps because she had never had children and the woman had aged gracefully in her 41 years. However, she looked harassed as she stood before him, her hair had been pulled back severely and dark rings had taken residence beneath her eyes. The reason for the Queens worn appearance was the evil menace that was currently emanating from Darnick, which she was doing everything in her power to stop. Ranger bowed deeply and the ceremonial armour he had adorned creaked slightly.
“Come along Ranger.”
She said impatiently and held the door open for him as he entered her sitting room.
It was like a reflection of the woman, light and subtle with pale fabrics and fine furnishings. The open doors let in the faint scent of roses which adorned the balcony beyond. As the knight turned to face the queen he noticed she had taken a seat upon the high backed chair that had been her father’s favourite. A chair which he had taken often when mulling over problems.
“How can I help you My Queen”
For a moment the woman’s eyes looked saddened and she sighed,
“Ranger,”
she started with a heavy voice that was filled with her wariness.
“It is time I told you the truth, the way I have treated you is cruel, but please believe that my intentions were noble.”
“There is no need for you to apologise My Queen.”
He said, although the words were spoken a little stiffly, this did not go undetected and Queen smiled sadly and shook her head.
“Please Ranger just let me speak. A long time ago, my father told you that you were to protect his daughter, and that I would call upon you to explain your position.”
Ranger nodded, he could remember clearly how she had coldly told him that he wasn’t really necessary but that she’d honour her father’s last wishes and keep him in the position.
“I’m ashamed to say I lied to you Ranger, but it’s true. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you refused to stay, but ironically now that I do need your help, you’re going to have to know the truth. The question is whether or not you want to fulfil your true position.”
There was no need to think about her proposal, for it was what he had undertaken long ago. He nodded soundlessly and stood strongly with his hands behind his back.
“I made a promise to your father.”
“I knew you would, how I have taken advantage of you Ranger. Well,”
The queen stopped and took a breath as if to steal herself,
“the hoards of Darnick have risen and are obliterating anything that comes into their path. The Emperor has somehow persuaded the horrors that live in the caves of Mount Zethrel to join him and I believe that their final target is us. He nurtures a great bitterness towards me …”
“Because you refused to marry him.”
Ranger supplied quietly.
“Yes, that is probably the case, he has a great ego and I bruised it severely. He will get vengeance by taking Gwen.”
“Forgive me Your Highness, but if I’m not supposed to protect you …”
She smiled cryptically, her pale eyes a mystery,
“Therein lies the answer. You were told to protect the king’s daughter, not the future queen. Not me.”
Rangers brow furrowed slightly, and the queen looked pained as she was forced to elaborate.
“I didn’t think anyone else knew so I pretended it wasn’t real, but somehow the Emperor found out. He knows he can’t take this place with sheer force because of the enchantment. Only someone of the Ataran bloodline may rule Darnick, he knows he cannot take my kingdom with sheer force, so he has reverted to subterfuge.”
“Your Highness please.”
The knight said abruptly, for some reason she was avoiding telling him something. She gathered what strength she had left and then continued to speak in a dead voice.
“Your duty Ranger is to protect the King’s illegitimate daughter, and in doing so thwart the Emperor’s plan to use her to gain the kingdom of Gwen.”
Elwyn leant back heavily and she focused on her hands that lay folded in her lap for a while. She had been denying the womans existence for many years and it obviously pained her to admit her father’s shame.
“You will find her among the Aldrions, she will be in her 21st year and I’m told she looks remarkably like my grandmother.”
At this point Elwyn half heartedly pointed to the portrait of a striking red haired woman with the same pale blue eyes as herself.
“What’s her name?”
Ranger asked and resolutely turned his head away from the enchanting portrait, he assumed that the artist had been very flattering so as to gain favour in the court.
“Her name is … Morgana.”
Elwyn’s voice sounded drained and empty of all emotion, the dark circles beneath her eyes looked more pronounced. Ranger took this as a sign to leave and stood to make his way to the door,
“I will begin my journey today Your Highness.”
He bowed perfunctorily and then left the room. As he closed the door he felt mixed feelings towards the Queen; both resentment for lying to him and appreciatiation, for finally revealing what he was meant to do.
Genres:
I do most genres, pirate, fantasy, medieval, book, film etc etc