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 Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:52 pm
cage matches? yeah, they how could they not work? if they didn't work, everyone would still be in the cage.
-- the wise words of Michael Scott, Dunder Mifflin Regional Manager
Cage Match
-a literate-advanced roleplay.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:53 pm
______________plot;;
it's medieval fantasy, with a twist. every character has been stripped of their magic, their power, and their weapons. all they have is their tongues, and their wit.
the catch?
they can't leave until whatever problem they have with other people is resolved.
everything is in the present tense.
[an informal sort of roleplay to help practice developing characters and improve writing skills.]
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:54 pm
characters;;______________
the third prince(ss): not the crown pince(ss), but he/she certainly thinks he/she should be. he/she's willing to do anything to off his/her two eldest siblings and win the crown while a the same time trying to keep from being killed by other royal siblings. a real politican, and a crafty schemer - he/she might just be able to pull it off... providing they survive.{open}
the duke of ingtar: a man who isn't exactly the most loyal of nobles. it's the worst-kept secret of the nation that he's attempting to assassinate the whole royal house and steal the imperial throne for himself. he's been known the be the target of one or two regrettably failed assassination attempts, the orchestrator of both these attacks still unknown - but the duke has his suspicions - and the crown prince might just be at the base of them... {open}
the high priest(ess): the high priest(ess) of Eurlan isn't the holiest, most righteous of people. in fact, they are the perfect sevant for the goddess Eurlan - the dark deity of the Threefold gods (Eurlan, darkness; Elran, neutrality; Eysan, light). his/her's only plan is to throw the empire into anarchy. everyone's enemy, the priest(ess) is very good at making those who disagree with him/her disappear while staying in the game his/herself - but for how long he/she can keep him/herself from the hangman's noose or the Assassin's knife is up in the air at the moment... {open}
the assassin: the Assassin of the empire of Tryalki, the world's main superpower. currently she's in the service of the crown prince but that's easily subject to change, depending on who pays the most. naturally, she has quite a few enemies - but whoever thinks they can best her at her own game is either extremely talented and equally lucky, or a complete fool... {teslyn}
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:56 pm
______________application;;
PM to me.
[b]player name:[/b]
[b]character name:[/b]
[b]character[/b]: (third prince/ss, high priest/ess, duke of ingtar)
[b]powers[/b]: (the priest/ess: holy powers given to them by Eurlan; the prince/ess & duke of ingtar is up for anything -- because all powers are negated in the room itself.)
[b]proposed introduction[/b]: (should include character description, maybe a little of their bio, how they got into the Cage Match room, etc. see my introduction for more details. PRESENT TENSE.)
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:57 pm
setting/introduction;;______________
She groans, struggling to push herself into an upright position. Her head aches, her thoughts are scattered like the wind, and she can't quite see. Shaking her head to clear her vision only elicits another moan of pain; it does nothing that she hoped it would do, and everything to increase the throbbing of her temples.
"Goddess bless," she mutters in a scratchy voice that sounds nothing like her usual cheerful, lilting tones. Whatever her captors had used to knock her out, it has left her throat drier than a desert and makes her work to string two coherent thoughts together.
She sits there groggily - in a chair, she notes vaguely - for who knows how long before at last the pain begins to recede, and the haze that lays over her mind like fog begins to recede. It is then that her vision clears, and she regrets it almost immediately.
Her eyes have opened to a most unwelcome sight: it's a small room, with a number of comfortable chairs, a table, and a fireplace. And the best part is, she thinks, is that the room is filled with everyone she's ever had a big reason to hate. Immediately, her hand goes to her side, reaching for the hilt of her longsword - only to find that it has mysteriously disappeared.
Fighting rising panic, she does quick inventory check and comes up with absolutely nothing. Everything - everything, from the daggers in her boots to the poisoned needles in her free-falling, hazelnut-colored curly hair - is gone. Tryalki's most infamous assassin feels bare in simple dark brown leather boots, black hose, and a dark gray tunic embroidered in silver that matches her now uncertain eyes.
She is neither tall nor short; she is of average height, with a slight, lithe build that is far more powerful than it looks. In hand-to-hand combat, she uses her speed and her brain to hold her own, but she much rather prefers a knife in the dark or slipping poison in to an unsuspecting victim's drink than anything else. She's an efficient assassin because of her ability to change her features at will; combined with her flawless acting skills, she's virtually undetectable.
Closing her eyes, she attempts to use that ability to change her face before anyone in the room woke; reaching for her magic, she softens high, sharp cheekbones, thickens eyebrows, and makes her small nose more prominent. She uses it to make clear, intelligent gray eyes lively and bright green, and she stops, thinking it is enough.
Eyes open now, she sees a silver hand mirror laying face-down on the table; she doesn't remember seeing it there before, and she cannot shake off the foreboding feeling that someone or something that has been watching her - them - this whole time has left it there. Somehow.
With fingers that do not tremble in the slightest - she has control over herself, and she is not about to let a silly feeling shake her confidence - she reaches for the mirror and stares at her reflection.
It is then that her confidence shatters, just like the mirror that falls from fingers that have gone past trembling, and have completely ceased to respond altogether.
Impossible. It's utterly, absolutely impossible. She felt the magic; it had was the same as it had always been - her features should have been changed. She shouldn't look anything like Alianne t'Sylar - but none of that changes the fact that she does. Her mental protests and disbelief do not change the fact that she is utterly and completely bereft of her magic and weapons.
She can only hope that the others in the room are facing the same problems she is.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 2:14 pm
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