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 Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 8:33 am
 The winters rage was dying down this time of year as spring began to make its descent upon the land. Birds were singing and snow had long melted away all was left was the winters dying scream of cold winds from the north. All seems well in the land of Camelot. People are laughing and working hard to break up the cold hard lands to start the planting of crops and fruits once again. Over looking the town and all the surrounding land was a great castle, where a great king ruled. Behind the castle stood a towering mountain surrounded by a great forest. The sky above it all was clear with the exception of a few scatter clouds. It was a perfect picture and yet... nothing was perfect within... King William was fighting a deadly battle to protect his land and his people from another king who wanted to take the land as well as his kingdom for himself. Not only did this other king want the land and the kingdom there was something worth much more in his eyes. King Williams’s five daughters, his daughters are the most beautiful women of all the land. Some have said the most beautiful of the world and yet they did not even know that. King William's army was massive and very strong; he took great pride in his army as well as his knights! He has three knights who were ranked very high even within the court. Though they still had to serve him and go where ever the king told them to go. King Blanchard loathed King William for his army, land and daughters. To him it seemed King William had it all, and wished to destroy the king and take his daughters for his own three sons. His daughter is often casted aside as if she is nothing . The battle wages on between kingdom and kingdom, though the war of hearts is just beginning when the two kings come together during a ball held to discuss a possible peace treaty of marriages. And yet the final agreement is truly between the brides and grooms. Will the knights stand and watch as the daughters are picked and “sold off “ like flocks of sheep or will they confess their ever dying love for the beauty of their dreams.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 11:38 am
The unforgiving rules...
So yea.. basically the same rules the guild and gaia has. If you dont follow them consider your self kicked out after your second warning. ... My own personal rules are : 1.NO SEXUAL CONTENT if you must do a time skip and take it somewhere else. 2.I prefer real life pictures, if you have trouble go to deviantart.com Highlight -> To make sure you read the rules pm me with your skeleton and in the title tell me what happen to #34.If your going to be absent for a few days at a time please pm me so I can put you on the absent list okay. That was so painful now was it? biggrin question
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:57 pm
Nothing too hard or extravagant for the smaller Skeleton, which will go in the correct spot for them. Please state in your pm who you wish to play please. Skeleton
[imgleft] http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj3/QT2RP/100x100.png [/imgleft][color=darkblue]Name:[/color] [color=yourcolor]Your name[/color]
[color=darkblue]Years Ive spent on this earth:[/color] [color=yourcolor]Your age please spell it out[/color]
[color=darkblue]It's obvious Im a:[/color] [color=yourcolor]Your gender[/color]
[color=darkblue]My top key personality traits:[/color] [color=yourcolor]Maximum of three please[/color]
[color=darkblue]Who pulls my strings: [/color] [color=yourcolor]Your username[/color] Fully profile of your character... [align=left][b]I look like this: [/b](real life picture please)[/align]
[color=saddlebrown][align=right][b] Who am I? I'm:[/b][/color](Name)
[color=saddlebrown][b] I've been around for about:[/b][/color] (Age 16-30)
[color=saddlebrown][b] Can't you tell I'm a:[/b][/color](Gender)
[color=saddlebrown][b]Let's get something straight I am: [/b][/color](Sexual Orientation:Straight, Bi or Gay)
[color=saddlebrown][b]I fight using:[/b][/color](Manner of Combat)
[color=saddlebrown][b]What am I like:[/b][/color] (Personality: short description)
[color=saddlebrown][b]The is my story pay attention:[/b] [/color](bio:Please have atleast one two decent length paragraphs.)
[color=saddlebrown][b]I very attached to:[/b][/color] (crush)
[color=saddlebrown][b]I am under the rule of :[/b][/color] (Lord William or Lord Blanchard.)
(2-3 likes and 2-3 dislikes please)
[color=saddlebrown][b]I utterly adore:[/b][/color]
[color=saddlebrown][b]I cannot stand:[/b][/color]
[color=saddlebrown][b]Just so you know here are some extra fun facts:[/b][/color](Anything else you find important)
[color=saddlebrown][b]The one pulling my strings is:[/b][/color] (username)[/align]
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:44 pm
KING WILLIAM'SI look like this:  Who am I? I'm: Aurora Abigail Williams I've been around for about: Twenty-three Can't you tell I'm a:Female Let's get something straight I am: Straight I fight using: Mostly a Crossbow, but i can do some with a sword, especially a dagger What am I like: I am adventurous around my sisters, and lady like while in the court, My sisters sometimes say i'm a different person in either situation. The is my story pay attention: I am the oldest of my sisters. Which means that I must marry first and soon, so that my father may have an heir in the future, to rule his kingdom other than me, since i am female. I don't like being a princess. I'd rather go out and hunt with other men, which i do. I sometimes sneak out dressed as a male, to go out into the woods with the others. It's been a couple yeas now since i've done that for the first time, and now the hunters know who i am, only by a slip of my hood. When I am with my father on his visits, to other kingdoms, I am very courteous and lady-like. The perfect princess for any prince to marry. Do i happen to want the marriage... Maybe, but not to some prince. I want adventure in my life. Unlike some of my sisters, Who happen to want to be married off. They dream of it. Not i.. Not i. I am very attached to: I have no crush. Only my Bow I am under the rule of : Lord William, my father I utterly adore:♥I love the outdoors
♥Books
♥ My bow I cannot stand:☻Snobs
☻Being the oldest
☻Snakes Just so you know here are some extra fun facts:I have a badger that i keep in my room, and when i am hunting. He is all i have sometimes. His name is Cardigo The one pulling my strings is:Shabatha I look like this: Who am I? I'm: Arian Viento I've been around for about: Twenty five years. Can't you tell I'm a: Male. Let's get something straight I am: Straight I fight using: a bow and arrow. What am I like: I am incredibly loyal to my king. I am incredibly honest, maybe too honest for my own good, and I won't hesitate to fight for what is right. This is my story pay attention: Born to a peasant mother and father, I grew up as an only child. I learned to beg on the streets as a young boy and often found myself in a bit of trouble as I grew older. It was not that I did not care for following the rules, simply that I was poor and needed to steal in order to survive. But my adventures began getting riskier, and with the passing of both my parents when I was only thirteen, I eventually found myself locked in the dungeons of the great castle. Sentenced to rot in the dungeons, a humble knight saw the true me underneath- a scared and lonely little boy who just needed a purpose. The knight offered to house me, teach me his ways and over time, I became a soldier under his command. When finally the knight died in battle, the king saw my love for him, and felt that it should be rightful that I take the knight's place under the command of the king. Now, just a few years later, many soldiers claim that the knight did not die, but was simply reborn within myself. I very attached to: The Eldest Daughter. I am under the rule of : Lord William I utterly adore: The outdoors, being warm, and a good hearty meal. I cannot stand: being cold and wet. Also, not knowing what is going on around me. Just so you know here are some extra fun facts: I can become very shy sometimes. The one pulling my strings is: Some Badass Name KING BLANCHARDS:I look like this:  ♈Who am I? I'm: Amelia Katherine Blanchard ♈ I've been around for about: Twenty-two years ♈ Can't you tell I'm a: Female ♈ Let's get something straight I am: Straight ♈ I fight using: a sword , althought I am quite skilled in a bow it is not my preferable weapon of choice. ♈ What am I like: many say I am the apple of my fathers, eye. Oh how wrong they are I am nothing like my father. I care about others , in secret that is. I know when to be the obedient sweet and innocent princess of King Blanchard, even when I wish to run a dagger through his heart. On my own I am quite stubborn but also very shy. ♈ This is my story pay attention: the last of my mothers children my father paid no mind to me. My mother tried to teach me the ways of a princess before she died. I grew up as the younger sister of two selfish and at times cruel older brothers. They never seemed to miss an opportunity to embarrass me or pick on me. And yet they never got in trouble for it only I did. Now as a young woman my father still pays no attention to me he only sees me as a pawn to be a possible chance at a truce with King William… Great Im a cow to be traded owned and used for producing children… ♈ I very attached to: no one, the eyes of none have fallen upon me and mine on them. ♈ I am under the rule of : Lord Blanchard ♈ I utterly adore:❥Animals ❥ books ❥good conversation. ♈I cannot stand:☒ Liars ☒ my brothers ☒fish. ♈Just so you know here are some extra fun facts: It’s been said that I can call forth spirits using magic, those are um.. rumors. ♈The one pulling my strings is: Sindrellia I look like this:  Who am I? I'm: Alexander Blanchard I've been around for about: Twenty-three Can't you tell I'm a: Male Let's get something straight I am: Bisexual I fight using: I use a greatsword What am I like: Shy, Clumsy and sort of friendly The is my story pay attention: As the youngest son of king Blanchard. My father looked at me more than he looked to my sister. My older brothers hated our little sister. Yet I loved her and treated her with kindness. When she would get in trouble I would get her out of it... Somewhat. Normally it would be my fault she got in trouble, and my brothers would blame it on her. I was trained in the greatsword as i was better with it than my brothers. But being the youngest has it's ups. I am more agile than my brothers and i'm a little smaller so i also can get away from them as well. I try to work well with them if i can. I'm actually looking forward to meeting the princesses. Especially the eldest. I've heard she is sort of... Adventurous. I very attached to: I'm sort of crushing on the oldest princess. I am under the rule of : Lord Blanchard I utterly adore: <3 Green <3 The adventurous types <3 My Sister I cannot stand: xp Sometimes my brothers xp Tying my shoes xp Bow and Arrow Just so you know here are some extra fun facts: I don't believe my sister is a witch The one pulling my strings is: shabatha
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 11:07 am
 King William stood in the mornings light as he overlooked his kingdom. The peasant were busy with their morning chores , feeding chickens tending cows and shoeing there horses. The great king could smell the fear in the air as his soldiers prepared for the battle between himself and King Blanchard. Shaking his head he questioned why the man could not let by gones be by gone. He was expecting King Blanchard at the grand ball he himself was throwing for him and his sons as we'll as his daughter. The sound of clicking shoes could be heard as a Paige boy came up behind him. "Yes?"he said in a deep rich yet kind voice. "Your highness King Blanchard accepts your offer to the celebration tonight. " King William dipped his head , "thank you your dismissed, please go to my daughters and tell them to prepare for tonight's festivities." Sighing the kings face grew worried as he moved from the balcony of his castle into his own personal chambers. With the help of his servants he got dressed and headed to the thrown room to take care of his daily audiences.
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 12:17 pm
 PrincessAurora Abigail Williams The beautiful brunette, eldest in her family, was climbing through the window. Her bow over her shoulder as she fell into her room. She had become quite talented at climbing into the window of her room since a couple of years ago. Her Badger, Cardigo, was waiting on her bed for her. He was clean and that was good for her. She had to get into a bath so that no one would notice she hadn't been in her room. She put her beloved bow into the carefully packaged box that was hidden behind her bedpost, in a crevice that she had built to conceal it. The crevice was covered by a fake wall no thicker than her fingernail width. She went to her wardrobe and picked out her nightdress. Too look as if she had just gotten up.
She took it and some clean under clothing and went into the bathing room. She turned on the water and slipped in. Smiling as she might get away with it. Quickly she washed her hair and body before getting out. She brushed her hair quickly before throwing it into a neat braid. She had become very skilled at that as well. She sat on the edge of her bed, before she messed it slightly where it would look like she had slept there, the night before. Her badger fell asleep so that it looked like she really had only just woke up. She smiled. She was going to get away with it. Her hair dried quickly so it would be just the right dryness for if and when someone came to check on her. ((OOC... The tiaras have a link behind him, the first one is about what she is wearing. The second is her badger))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 1:35 pm
Dawn had finally broken. Riding out on the grass catching dew between its hooves, a black stallion cruised through a pasture, its rider lone and dark.
The grey sky above the rider was enough to conceal him in shadow still as he made his way to his quaters not too far from where he had previously been. Strapped to his back was a bow and an empty quiver filled with only his night's catch of rabbit and quail. A smirk ran across his face. It was not his prideful catch that amused him so, causing a chuckle out of him. No, it was whom he had made his catch with that amused him so.
Riding into the stables, the horse stopped for rest. Dismounting, the rider bade his steed farewell until again they should meet for another nightly quest. Yes, these meetings were nightly- hidden in secrecy from none other than the king of the land. It was treason, yes. It was unmoral, of course. But it felt right.
Hood drawn up around him, the stranger crept from the stables and softly into the castle doors. No one had awaken yet. Those who were awake were possibly busy doing early morning chores- the sound of an axe-man and his tool softly thumped in the back ground.
With haste, the stranger moved. Down one hallway into another, into another then around another until he came to an all too familuar corridor. Opening the door to the only portal there against the wall, the stranger crept inside. The room he entered had been undisturbed during the night- the sheets were still perfectly folded at their corners. And from the corner of his own mouth did the stranger smile something most charming as he recalled the night's events that were fitting for a bed just as this, yet much too sacreligious.
As the door came to a soft click behind him, the stranger finally removed his hood. Arian, one of the king's most trusted nights had arrived finally in his room from another nightly adventure with the princess, Aurora. His lovely Aurora.
Sighing a breath, he could have sworn that he could still smelled a faint scent of roses that always lingered around the princess as she walked.
Removing his boots quickly, Arian, hair tied back, began to undress, undoing his hair last. Finally, when his garments were tossed on the floor beside his bed and he bore naught but his trousers did the knight Arian lay his head against his pillow to nap for a moment before being called upon by his daily duties.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 2:21 pm
PrincessAurora Abigail Williams Aurora smiled as she remembered her night, with her knight. He may have been her father's but at the moment, he was hers. She stood as one of the maids came in to give her her breakfast. She smiled as it was set down. She politely thanked the maid as she bowed and stepped out of her room. She watched as her badger sat up and she brought the food to her bed. Cardigo sniffed at the eggs before eating them. He ate the eggs because they happened to make her sick sometimes. She took the roll and took a bite out of it before throwing a piece at Cardigo. He caught it and spun around, making her giggle. She layed down as she watched her badger eat. Normally she only ate some of the breakfast roll. The rest she gave to him. As he ate she thought about the kills she had made, boasting to Arian. Cardigo hadn't gone that time, so he didn't know yet.
At 23 she still talked to her badger. Told him everything. She was glad that he couldn't talk, but if he could she would love him even more. Her thoughts turned back to Arian and the kills he had made. She tried not to think of the other things, that had occurred but instead she went to the window sill to watch the sunrise. She was normally one of the earliest awake, which is why she was fed so early. She blushed as she realized that the sun reminded her of Arian's smile. She did so every morning. She kept watching anyway. Hopefully she would be able to paint it. But that wasn't her charm yet... ((OOC... ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:40 pm
 The sound of King Blanchard’s roaring voice could be heard in the great hall, even though he was in his throne room with his daughter Amelia. Amelia stared down at her hands, folded before her as she stood in front of her fathers throne. Her ears were red with embarrassment but nothing else showed her feelings. King Blanchard was yelling at his daughter for being out late riding the night before. Amelia tried her hardest to tell her father that it had not been her. You see her oldest brother had been out riding he had gotten back from somewhere, she didn’t know. When their father asked him about his riding he flat out told him it had not been him but Amelia. Amelia’s brothers always blamed everything they could on their youngest and only sister. She was used to being blamed for things she couldn’t even see herself doing, ever since she was old enough to walk. Her father couldn’t or maybe he just wouldn’t see his son’s for what they were, boys, when he saw them as men. Taking a moment to look up at her father who was still yelling at her, she gave a soft sigh. Amelia did her best to look upset and completely sorry though inside she was cursing her brother and screaming at her father. When her father finally dismissed her without giving her a chance to speak she stormed out of his throne room. “Madame, your father mentioned you need to pack for the travels and possible stay to King William’s kingdom.” her hand maid spoke softly as she stood by her side. Amelia looked herself over in the mirror inspecting the braid that started at the top of her head and traveled down all the way to the ends of her hair. Nodding her head she did just that and began packing for the short journey and the hopefully, extended stay at King William’s.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 9:30 pm
"God calls us, dance, to songs we can't hear..."
About an hour or so had passed now, the sun clibming higher in the clear blue sky but still not reaching it's peak. There was a knock on the wooden door to Arian's chamnbers, but he did not stir. Another knock, harder this time, yet still no response from the young knight. There was an annoyed sigh on the other side of the door as Arian brought up his sheets closer to his bare chest, the sunlight from the open window heating him up very nicely.
Without warning, the door slammed open, causing a loud noise as it crashed against the wall. A boy, only at sixteen with shaggy black hair and simple clothes stepped through the threshold. Thin boots tattered lightly on the floor as Cicero neared Arian's bed, a small bowl in his hands.
A smile crossed Cicero's lips, his long scar cutting it off on the right side as boy tilted the bowl over, pouring ice cold water on Arian's head.
"Woaha!" Jumping like a cat, arms and legs flew in the air as Arian landed sprawled out on his back beside his servant. A small chuckle came from Cicero as he set the bowl down and began looking through his master's wardrobe, picking out his attire. Or more like, sorting out the clean from the dirty.
Masassing his head under curly locks, Arian stood slowly, swearing under his breath. "Damn you, Cicero! Always finding a new way to wake me." The boy had no reply as he threw a dress shirt at Arian, turning to look for a clean pair of boots.
"I swear, one day I'll tie you to my horse and drag you through the woods and across the river... to hell's hounds if I could." There was no reply as Cicero looked up to his master with a scrunched look on his face to express his distaste. A moment passed and Arian sat down, pulling his white dress shirt over his face and across his broad chest. Looking down at himself, he realized this was a fancier garment than usual. Looking back to Cicero, he also realized that the boy was handing him his formal boots.
"What's this then? Have I forgotten another dinner to attend tonight?" Cicero, shaking his head, dug into his pocket and retrieved a small parchment. Handing it to Arian, there appeared a description of a meeting between the daughters of King william and the song of King Blanchard.
Putting a palm to his head, Arian rememebered. He had put the thought away from his mind for good purpose; he could not stand to have the king will away his oldest daughter- Arian's Aurora. Folding the parchment back, he handed it to Cicero and began putting his boots on. Standing, his thoughts began to gather. He had to figure out a way to stop the king from giving away Aurora, but how?
Looking to Cicero, Arian retrieved his sword, given to him by the king himself, and attached the belt to his trousers. There was only one way; Arian would have to confess his love for Aurora in front of the king... and hope to not be beheaded by nightfall.
Moving to the door, Arian gave a sigh. "Oh, how I wish this were not so difficult. Dear Cicero-" He turned to look over his shoulder to see Cicero holding a brush. Like a child to his mother, Arian walked over to his servant and sat on the bed, letting Cicero brush his hair back. "If only you could speak. Perhaps then you could advise me on how to keep my love and my pride at the same time."
A small tug came from the brush and Arian got the message. The two sat in silence for a moment before Arian moved out of his room, followed by Cicero at his heels. First perhaps, he would see how this all played out.
"Come dance with me..."
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