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This will be a Knights Rp!

Don't you just love the shining armour, the blood splashing, the epic battles, becoming a Hero...
Right Here is the spot for that kind of Action!

Story: There are three Main Kingdoms (I use that # alot...)
WHoever wants Dibs on Naming them, PM me!!!
Each one has several under its control; Such as Assassins, Knights, Slaves (not Racist!),some even have creatures or a Mage!
Each Kingdom wants These Special "Gems"
(Like the Jewel Shards in Inuyasha, sorta.)
The Gems are most likely imbedded inside various bodies.
The Gems ( Whoever wants dibs on naming them PM me!)
contain bits of an element, but the wearer has no gained abilities with having a "gem", except the gems have been rumoured to slightly glow in the dark.

I don't approve of modern day cussing, so use old kingdom day cussing instead! mrgreen

Romance is Greatly welcomed!(We don't get enough in other Rp)

READ POSTS BEFORE YOU POST!

CORRECT ENGLISH PLEASE!

NO KILLING OFF ANOTHER'S CHARACTER UNLESS THEY SAY SO!

3 Kingdoms:

~ Aloura (as named by Dolphina_Cerulean )
Surrounded 3/4 by water, 2nd Largest of the three countries. Known for Jewelry, Fish, Spices, and Exotic Creatures.


~Phodard ,Pheo-da-r-ed (As named by BlackClaidedCat )
Lush forest around, Smallest of three, Striving to keep up, doing more harm than good though...

~Osgiliath (as named by Kitty-the-Shadow )
Largest and richest of three Kingdoms, prosperous in the upper and middle classes, Lowest classes are in the rough, Slaves are not uncommon.

*Moria* ((wha-wha- what! theres a fourth city? dun dun dun!))

Name:

Sait Yougri

Small Bio:
Although being from a family of mages from Raite; she and her brother moved to Masyaf, the city of assassins, in the kingdom Phodard. Her brother became an assassin, but later died on a mission to retrieve a carrier of a Gem. Sait has never tried to learn the ways of the assassins (since she had magick at her side), but since her brother’s death she’s been learning from a strange knight of their ways.

Look:



Etc:

Sait has a book of the way of the mages; containing advice, history, and all that jazz. Every mage has the book, and they cannot be taken, left behind or burned, they just appear again.

Gender/Age:

Female, 17

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Name:

Drought Alend

Small Bio:

Being the third living son of the King of Phodard, he can neither control the kingdom nor the city of mages. When Drought becomes of age he will become Lord of Masyaf, city of assassins. He first came to the city as a young child, and stayed there for the first half of his life to be tutored in the arts and politics. He left for a while, but returned half a year before his twentieth summer, for when he turned that age he would become lord. A few days after arriving, he went hunting and met a strange woman, who he found out to be a mage. Later she unexpectantly asked him to teach her the ways of the assassins, and strangely enough he agreed. So for the past few months he’s been teaching her at night.

Look:


Armor:


Etc:

Prince/Lord, trained in the arts of knighthood and assassins.

Gender/Age:

Male, almost 20

((I appologise for the large pictures. And for two pics for Drought. I love the head shot too much, but the armor is just what I was imagining for him.))

((Actually, lets let the plp post, since they have been so nice, and ANYONE WHO STILL WANTS TO JOIN CAN!))

POST TIME!

" Your Mother needs you, she is in the Library."
The servant came into a closer view,it was Hope.

Iden glanced at her, and upon recognizing the urgency, he gave in and headed towards the Library.
Probably a Lecture, or I'll have to go to my studies again...
Iden shook his head.

Hope walked away, too busy too waste time. She went in the opposite direction, to The Kitchen.

“So…” Sait drawled from her perch on top of a large bolder, right inside a meadow just outside of Masyaf. It was a hot day, the summer heat sweltering through her training armor. Sweat cascaded down her neck and back, causing her irritation and exhaust. She pulled at her turban that held up her hair from her collar, to let her black locks down, and ran her fingers through the tress.

“So you’re terrible at swordsmanship,” Drought replied distractedly. He was perched in front of the same bolder that Sait was on, but he ignored her wild leg swinging and loud huffs.

“I am not! It’s just so ho-ot! And when someone says ‘so’, you’re suppose to say what is to come next,” She retorted, but both of them knew that it wasn’t just because of the heat that she was lagging behind in their sparring.

Drought threw her a look, his attention back on her.

“There’s a reason we’re training during the day,” uh-oh, that was steel in his voice, “it’s because you fail to grasp the concept that a blade is sharp and you don’t want it in your side!”

When all he got was a guilty look from the younger lass he continued, “You asked to be trained in the way of the Assassins? Yes? Then you must first learn the way of the Knight. Now pick up your sword, let’s go again.”

((Light Armor should look like this a little bit))

It was night time before they finally finished their sparring. Or, it was night before Sait passed out from exhaustion and heat exposure. Drought took care that she didn’t damage herself.

Too much.


He was sitting on the boulder that she had been on before, from their afternoon lesson, looking up at the bright moon of Cecilia. His hands were clasped in front of him with his chin resting on them.

A groan was heard form his student, she had awoken now, had she? Good, just in time for another practice round. She almost learned that the pointy end went into the enemy, they were making progress.

“How late is it?” Sait’s voice was groggy, and it exposed how tired she was.

“A couple chimes before moon’s rest.”

“Eruh, that late?”

He whirled around, giving her a cool look, “That late? You should be saying ‘that early’. When moon’s rest comes it will be too dark to see anything, let along you swinging around a sword. You’d be dangerous.”

Sait got up from her laying position, having been kindly strewn across the clearing by Drought.

“I thought you said I was already dangerous.”

He finally looked at her, his eyes gleaming in the moon’s light. A grin crept out from his face, showing her that he accepted her humor, before sobering back up.


“So…”

“We’ll prac-”

He was cut off when the midnight phenomenon took place. Moon’s rest was when the smaller moon, Shih, covered up Cecilia, making a sort of dark eclipse in the middle of the night. Darkness was cast upon the two in the meadow; it was usually never dark unless it was at this time. Cecilia usually brought enough light to be a mini sun.

Drought gave a frustrated sigh, he was about to get Sait to practice again, but moon’s rest lasted for a good twenty minutes before it became light again.

“What now, a break?” The ever stirring girl asked. But he had no answer. He just sat there, looking exasperated. For a girl who wanted this training she sure wanted a lot of breaks.

“Go run ten laps around the meadow.”

“What? It’s moon’s rest! I can’t see a thing!”

“So?”

“So?! What’s your problem lately? You’re staring off into space like a dragon will come down with the answer to all your problems.”

Drought had a smirk on his face, she just knew it. “If a dragon came down and ate you all my problems would be solved.”

Silence ensued, before, “Go choke on a twig.”

He laughed, Drought actually laughed. But it was almost bitter.

“I wish I could,” there was a long pause; it could have been half of moon’s rest for all Sait knew, but Drought did speak what was on his mind, “It’s my father, Reich. He left for another kingdom a few days ago and I’m worried about him. I hope he’s all right.”

She sat there underneath the rock he was on, her back rested on his legs. He never talked about himself, or why he was never seen with the other Knights and Assassins while on their missions. It was nice to know what was going on in the strange man’s head. She gave him a slight pat before musing, “He’ll probably be all right. It depends on which Kingdom, though, I guess. I don’t know much about Osgiliath, other than that they’re more into merchanting. And Aloura’s the closest so I know they’re more of allies, since we trade with them a lot.

“And why do you call your father by his given name? Shouldn’t you call him ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’?”

With the last remark she was harshly nudged forward by Drought’s legs, falling over herself. She giggled and ran off, she could see since moon’s rest had past.

“Hey! We still need to practice!”

“If you can catch me we can train some more!”

He grinned at the challenge and ran after her. But he never caught her. Maybe he never wanted too.


((You can call him Reich. *sigh* I'm so use to writing fanfiction that I'm not sure if this is too long or not!!))