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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:10:07 AM »

Roleplay from Salem Belmont


Salem silently approaches king Kay and takes a knee with his sword gripped firmly in both hands, and the hilt pressed to his temple.

"I, Sir Salem Orpheus Belmont, swear my services to the kingdom of Perdan, to your Majesty, Kay Peregrine, and to the people of this nation. I will stay chivalrous, pure as a heart of gold. I swear loyalty to all, from peasant to King. I will fight in the name of righteousness, proudly as a paladin of Perdan. This is my oath to you, as a knight, and as a man.


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Roleplay from Vesceries Silverblade


Vesceries was on his knees pushing a corpse over the ledge of the deep hole before him, it tumbling down the side to meet the others, when one of his men approached.

"The King, Ser, the King has arrived to speak to the people here."

Brushing his hands off on his trousers, he nodded, walking off a small wash basin where he cleaned his hands and face in the cool water. Pulling his green cloak from a post he clasped over his shoulders as he walked forward, sliding between troops to get a better view.

He listened intently to the King Peregrin, looking to the cat on his arm as well as the responses from the many commanders and nobles surrounding the camp. After the speech Vesceries noted Salem Belmont stepping forward and makeing the pledge. After the knight had finished he stepped forward beside Ser Belmont, drawing his sword and dropping to a knee. The scimitar was curved so he rested it on his knee as he spoke,

"I too, Ser Vesceries Silverblade, pledge my sword, and my service to you, My King. This is my oath to you, as a Knight, and as a man." he pledged, borrowing words from Belmont in hopes to adhere to their local customs.

He kept his head bowed and sword pledged with his long hair and cloak draping over his shoulders to the ground.


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Roleplay from Delphine de Montigny


The young woman was lined up proud along side the other knights. Her helmet cradled under one arm and with her other hand resting on the pommel of her sheathed sword, she stood waiting for her turn to aproach the King.

As her name was called, she slowly moved forward, wanting to look as calm as possible, fighting her feet the whole way from going to fast.

She handed off her helmet to receive the midnight coloured feather, remover her sword and knelt down. She held the blade firmly in both hands with her arms extended.

-"I, Delphine de Mongtigny, pledge my life by this sword so serve the relm of Perdan and it's people for as long as I have breath. I will fight proudly with my men as part of this army in the name of my king.

She rose slowly, collected her newly feathered helmet and returned in rank, the excitement obvious on her face.


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Roleplay from Rafael Bragança


Eagerly, Rafael waited for his name to be called. Proudly he stood, holding his sword, black plumed helm resting under his arm.

After Dame de Mongtigny, he approaches the king with a deep bow and presents his sword to his majesty as he takes a knee to announce his vow.

"I, Rafael de Bragança, pledge my life and death, to serve the realm of Perdan and it's people, to lead by example of word and deed, to bring hope and glory. To be loyal to my brothers and sisters in arms and bring justice where it is due."

Rising, he joins the ranks of his fellow paladins.


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Roleplay from Derrik Myrkwood


Earl Derrik watched with great anticipation as the new army was forming before his eyes, to have the King himself in the region, receiving oaths from his knights was a sight to behold.

Derrik waited patiently nodding to each of the young knights, as the ceremony proceeded. There was much work to be done, but showing the people of Brive there were honorable men willing

to fight for them would have some impact. The banners of nobility stretched the length of the market village of Torrence, Derrik had never witnessed such an army. He truly believed the

scoundrels to the north would pay for their savagery here. He looked north, could it be? Dame Calandria's banner waiving high in the air proceeding down the Golden Road towards Torrence.

His heart full of excitement, it was a relief she was safe, dont be a baffoon he thought to himself. Simply thank her for her courage on the battlefield, dont make it a mess. He stood there

through the rest of the ceremony, glancing occasionally north watching his friends banner move closer


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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:07:46 AM »

The creation of a new Army. By the King himself no less. All due credit goes to the writer and there's quite a bit to read. hope you enjoy.


Roleplay from Kay Peregrine


The king silently observed the setting sun. It slowly rolled down over the ruins of Brive's ancient fort. Just like on that fateful day when Caligan battleaxes struck down his battered men one by one and eventually himself. On that hill over yonder Kay fell to his knees, waiting for a mercenary's dagger to find a hole in his helmet.

"Arise, King Kay." he heard witcher-lord Gaheris' whisper in his memory. "Your work is not done."

Indeed his life's work was not yet over. Life was a grueling job and he was on overtime.
Vacantly staring at the contryside Kay patted the scrawny black kitten that latched his tiny claws into his mailed glove.
"How do you like the view, Midnight?" Kay asked softly.
The kitten meowed in response. She was hungry.

The captain of his guard approached from behind.
"The young knights are gathered, my king. They are waiting for you."

His work was not yet done. The king turned around and descended downhill toward the campsite.
The knights were almost all there. Arther, Delphine, Nemean, Hillbert, Rafael, Vesceris. Isabel was missing, she was on a monster hunting mission in Perdan Mines. The king stopped before the assembled knights and appraised them for a while with his only remining eye. Finally he spoke in a raspy but strong voice.

"Lions of Perdan. You are honoured to be the founding members of the realm's new army. The Blackmane Paladins. Yes, I wanted to go with red manes at first but changed my mind to honour my good friend Midnight." The black kitten in his hand stared at the gathered knights curiously. She had no idea she was thusly honoured by her royal owner. "Indeed. From this moment on a distinct feature of this army will be black plumes on our helmets."

Six young retainers swiftly jumped forward, each carrying a plume of pitch black feathers. They bowed before the knights and offered the devices to their new owners.

"Another distinctive feature of this army, or knightly order if you will, is that we will uphold values of chivalry and show our allies and foes alike that we are not just warriors but paladins, embodiment of knightly virtues. Do not consider yourself to be better than others though. The Golden Lions have proven their worth during decades of conflict. You on the other hand have your path entirely ahead of you. Do not let me down." The king took a short pause and then resumed his speech. "I have chosen Ser Nemean to be the first Marshal of this regiment. My decision was informed by the aid Ser Nemean has continually provided to the Military Council since his arrival in Perdan. Here, Ser, take this badge and carry it with honour. You will pick a Vice Marshal among your ranks. I will have you know that Lady Delphine showed interest in this position and I consider her a promising leader."

The king once again cast a stern glare at the knights and drew his sword with his free hand. The setting sun made the steel blade flash brightly. "Paladins! On your swords swear your unwavering allegiance to Perdan and to our firmly held tenets of chivalry! On this day you start your journey on the long and thorny path to glory."

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:05:33 AM »

Hello again. Here I present a tiny little rp that was written as a bit of an intermezzo.


The Tallest Hill in Dimwood

The land beyond was familiar. For all the wrong reasons though. Plumes of black smoke rose from the lands of Brive. He could see at least two villages ablaze. Squinting his eyes he could just about make out several small trains of refugees. The reins creaked softly as he wrung them in his hands. Many Perdanese Nobles along with their warriors had gathered in Dimwood, just as Marshal Ulric had requested. They now camped on this hill. The tallest in the area and waited on further word from the Marshal. Would the order be given to attack or would they have to suffer the sight and move on to the capital.

Sighing in the saddle Nemean knew which of the two he'd issue. His steed noticed the emotions that emanated from its rider and whisked its tail impatiently. The creature knew the young Prince better than most people and if it had a voice, it'd probably be soothing and sarcastic. A trusty battle companion, familiar like a skilled dance partner, anticipating the needs and worries of its partner. Nemean knew he had to wait and reached down to pat the noble creature on the neck.
 

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:01:35 AM »

Freedom and Peace 8

Flinging the ladle in the cauldron Nemean adjusted his cape before signalling his captain to bring his horse. ''Well, Dustiria.''  He formed his gloves over his hands. ''Hope the Stump will remain that place for you. Such places are rare but you know all about that already.'' He turned towards capitain Jacinta as she approached, holding the reins of his mount.

With practiced ease Nemean climbed into the saddle. The creature pawed the muddy sludge of the square. ''Until we meet again.'' An economically tug directed the noble beast and they were off.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:01:18 AM »

Roleplay from Dustiria Noire


Freedom and Peace 7

"I do believe I said it was the only place I knew when you asked my opinion and also said there might be better places.  As to spending the festivities...I really have no place else to go. Now that the Duke has me in charge of the Stump Quarter its my home. I don't know much of the city I spend my time shadowing the Imeperatrix, the stables, or the Bloody Stump. I wouldn't have a clue where else to go. I am in the field too much to explore the city. I am sure with the decor I ordered it will look nice and festive. " she hands out bread as she talks, "As to the money the establishment is still the Dukes. I guess you can call me its caretaker. As long as it welcomes all, and  is a safe place to enjoy drinks, meals, and various entertainment I am content with it. Its not about money. It was the place my men and I found welcome when we came to the city. A place I could relax and get away from the .... well that's not important. what is you do the Bloody Stump a disservice. Don't blame it for your woes. Its a safe haven  in the storm of life." Dustiria's  eyes briefly show emotion as she talks.

"Anyway," mask back in place," Silver mines should produce  a solid revenue for you. if you need gold that should work well." she hands out yet more chunks of bread to the people in line,

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:00:54 AM »

Freedom and Peace 6

''Will be quite a thing indeed, to ride into Bescanon.'' He stole a glance at Dustiria as he continued. ''Under a banner of war. But you want to spend the festivities in the Bloody stump?'' Nemean snorted. ''You're right I disdain the place and not just because of what happened there. You gave me some terrible advice going there and taking her there.''

The next peasant in line got an extra hard wack of the ladle that nearly knocked the bowl out of her hands. ''If that was part of your duty its was about as well done as raw chicken.'' He scowled which in turn made a little girl cry as she was being carried by her mother. It instantly made him both surprised and apologetic, the damage was already done however. ''I'm sorry ok? sheesh.'' He couldn't help rolling his eyes in annoyance. ''Does that place at least earn you a fair bit of coin though? I've been speaking with Sir Derrik on the prospect of investing in one of the silver mines up north.''

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:00:31 AM »

Roleplay from Dustiria Noire


Freedom and Peace 5

"Cold must be plugging your ears Sir. Dive not drive. Of course I am not ordering his grace . I sent instructions to the bloody stump about festive decor. You know the pub that the Duke told me to care for that you disdain." Dustiria looks away for a moment,"I rarely think of how things are back there. I am sure my family and their horses are fine in Bescanon. It doesn't do to think of that place in that way. War had to be fought against them and it may happen again. It's best thinking about my duty here to the Imperatrix, the Duke, and our king. That must always come first to all else."

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 11:00:10 AM »

Freedom and Peace 4

He stopped for a moment and turned towards Dustiria. ''The Duke gave you drive for something?'' His tone as skeptical as his expression. ''You are confusing me with someone else but do continue your cryptic story.'' He rubbed his nose with the back of his gloved hand, red from windchill. ''Besides, are you implying you are giving instructions to Duke Smiddich?''

Another bowl was filled with delicious slop. ''Ever wonder how it is back in Eponllyn?''

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:59:53 AM »

Roleplay from Dustiria Noire

Freedom and Peace 3

Dustiria goes to were the soldier was. She pulls her hood up to protect her from the biting wind. She does not look at the knight beside her as she picks up pieces of bread to hand to the hungry people waiting in line.

"Oh doing just fine. Just taking a break from my duty that I will not tell you of and finished sending instructions to that how did you put it...hmm can't remember your exact wording....the dive the Duke gave me to care for him." The chill in her voice matched the air almost perfectly.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:58:50 AM »

Due to the amounts of Rp in the Realm of Perdan the players decided to keep titles for the various story lines. In an attempt to prevent a giant rp mess hehe.


Freedom and Peace 2
 

"I know you told me to stay away,"she indicated the line of peasants,"but it appears you may need help even if it is from such as I." she says to Sir Nemean. ~Dustiria Noire

A cold wind whipped through the muddy square. It tugged at Nemean's hair and cape. With a nasty splash he dumped a ladle-full of slop into the worn bowl of a leather faced and flat nosed old man. The man grunted a thanks and shuffled on. Nemean looked at the soldier standing at the table next to him. Handing out pieces of bread. Ripping them with his hands. Indicating with the laddle Nemean dismissed him before turning to Dustiria.

''Get in line.'' The sound was sharp but somewhere he was grateful she had appeared. ''So how are things with you?'' Giving her a skeptical look as he resumed filling slop bowls. ''Let's not talk about me before you get that idea in your head.'' One of the peasants dared to complain about the quantity in his bowl. Claiming the one before him had received more. An angry look sorted that out right quick. ''You were saying?'' Nemean glanced over at Dustiria.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:57:01 AM »

All due credits go to the writer:


Roleplay from Dustiria Noire


Dustiria walks among the downtrodden people. Her men offer ale and food around her to those they see. Her warrior face betrays no emotion. Her gauntlet covered hand that rests on her sword hilt does as she sees child crying in her mother's arms as they wait in a line for food. Her hand grips the sword tightly as she wished for something she could do to help these poor souls. She stops at the head of the line when she sees Sir Nemean ladleing soup. She starts to turn away then hesitates. With firm resolve she approaches the man.

"I know you told me to stay away,"she indicated the line if peasants,"but it appears you may need help even if it is from such as I" she says to Sir Nemean.Roleplay from Dustiria Noire
Message sent to all nobles of Perdan (33 recipients) - 17 days, 22 hours, 14 minutes ago
Dustiria walks among the downtrodden people. Her men offer ale and food around her to those they see. Her warrior face betrays no emotion. Her gauntlet covered hand that rests on her sword hilt does as she sees child crying in her mother's arms as they wait in a line for food. Her hand grips the sword tightly as she wished for something she could do to help these poor souls. She stops at the head of the line when she sees Sir Nemean ladleing soup. She starts to turn away then hesitates. With firm resolve she approaches the man.

"I know you told me to stay away,"she indicated the line if peasants,"but it appears you may need help even if it is from such as I" she says to Sir Nemean.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:56:06 AM »

Ah ha! You thought I was done? Really? Silly. Here I present an rp about a takeover of a region through Sympathetic means. It kinda became bigger than expected. Hope you enjoy!


Freedom and Peace

Riding along the main road that snaked through one of the last remaining settlements in Brive it was hard to shake the feeling, being fake. Clods of muddy sludge jumped up and his horse whipped the air with it's black tail. Tiny trails of smoke roze from cooking-fires. The shelters, that's really what they were, you couldn't call them homes. Nemean didn't believe so at least. Ramshackle and painted heavily with the colors of devastation. Soot and breakage. He didn't want to see it but it was too obvious. The foundations of once proper buildings, now burned out husks. The looted timber hastily used to prop up roofs of whatever material lend itself to the task easiest. Starving children. In rags. Dirty rags, stained with mud, grime and what he suspected must've been blood.

He nudged his steed on, to trudge through the main thoroughfare. A river of brown, trodden into semi liquidity. His nose informing him that it wasn't only dirt that mingled there with water. The dew, winter's kiss, gently clinging to every building and to ever blade of grass. A thin and cold embrace that coated it all. The alleyways filled with fine mist and like great lungs breathed out into the main road. Making Nemean feel like the grim reaper on his black horse. Coughing people clutching cowls and hoods and scarfs as they looked upon the Warriors. He just looked at them, pitied them. A little girl cried as she saw him. He put up his hand in a wave. You're free now. He willed the words to her but the mother clutched the child to her bosom and gave an angry glare.

The horse plodded on and in his wake his riders. Trying to offer warm words, kindness. How do you give kindness in such a desolate place. Starving dogs roved around. Children screamed. Behind the broken homes of Brives, there were fields. Not of grain and not of barley. Of graves. Deep ones, shallow ones and the rotting dead.

Arriving at a small clearing in the village Nemean dismounted. He walked up to the great cauldron that stood at its center. A great line of destitute peasants waiting in the chilling winds. Bowls and cups at the ready. Nemean cut into the line of cooks. Words weren't needed, his expression was enough. He took the great ladle and scooped generously. Doing his part. Trying to make right, the wrong.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:51:49 AM »

The Voice
 

This was a room with two people, fumbling in the dark.  Both wanting warmth and light, but unable to find it.  Another tear. "I cannot help the way that I am.  But I am sorry that it hurt you." ~Alyssa Kingsley

The sound of her voice forming his name was akin to a lance piercing skin, flesh and bone. He didn't turn, neither did he speak. The hand he had resting on the handle of the door the only outward sign of pause. ''..I am sorry that it hurt you.'' her words, and the handle turned. Releasing the door from its frame. Two echoing steps later and he was gone.

The door was closed from the other side and fading steps could be heard, descending the stairs of the tower.

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:49:59 AM »

Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley


There it is. She thought as he said the words she had been trying to avoid.  She knew that she couldn't.  That Dustiria was right and that this was unavoidable.  Why did it have to turn out like this? Why did he have to find that affection for me?  Who cursed him so, to find his love for a girl such as  me?

"Nemean." She said, fidgeting nervously and dropping her usual Sir.  The other stopped with his hand at the door.  A tear escaped from her eye as she continued, her hands folded in her lap in resignation.  A grievous wound inflicted, yet she did not feel victorious.  This was not a battlefield.  This was a room with two people, fumbling in the dark.  Both wanting warmth and light, but unable to find it.  Another tear.

"I cannot help the way that I am.  But I am sorry that it hurt you."

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Roleplaying / Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin

« on: December 30, 2019, 10:48:30 AM »

Halfway
 

She hesitated.  "I want to understand you.   I believe you are a good man, but you treat me with both kindness and cruelty.  It vexes me.  I asked you before: 'What am I to make of this?' Does this man mislike me?  He told me never to speak to him again.  Then he sends me a letter and a puppy.  Is he fond of me?  I grow quickly weary of the back and forth.  Endlessly trying to parse together what is going through your head.  It is becoming a distraction.  One that I cannot afford to have.  So." She said, the weariness in her eyes beginning to sparkle into bright blue flame. ~Alyssa Kingsley

It was audible how Nemean sighed. It wasn't the first one either but a series of them as Alyssa had spoken. The chair had creaked as he leaned to the left and then to the right. As she continued her words however, his motions became fewer and his innate desire to refute and to highlight grew dimmer and dimmer. Until finally, he felt spent. Running towards an imagined finish-line only to have it pulled back every time it came into sight.

His right hand rose from its perch on the armrest and ran along the line of his yaw. His eyes pensive until his fingers brushed the tip his chin and made the motion of tossing some imaginary thing from them. ''I'm a distraction.'' The words came soft and matter of factly. With rising eyebrows an expression of exasperation and surprise melted into disbelief. His head shook slightly as his hand landed on the armrest with a clap. That was the moment he looked Alyssa in the eye.

Eyelids sheltering unstinting orbs. The otherwise deflated posture filled itself with an odd determination. ''You are very beautiful, but I won't continue.'' His hand all but swirled ''Whatever this is.'' Getting up from the chair hurt him. He didn't try to hide it either as his left arm protested. The injured limb had throbbed all the way through the conversation. As his emotions rose so to did the beating of his heard and the consequent pulsing of his veins.Without much decorum or care Nemean pushed the chair away and liberated a pathway leading towards the door.

Halfway there he stopped and turned. ''Great affection is what I felt. Unreasonably so. I tried to find out if I was justified in feeling it. Imagined, I realize now, that there were signs from you. That you might've felt the same way.'' His posture lost some of its vim and fire, eyes cast downwards towards the floor. ''I see now that I was mistaken.'' Reconstructing his will to move, he began to turn towards the exist again.

Determined to leave and pull this door closed, for a final time.