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 Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:47 pm
[insert super fantastic graphic here] It is a curiosity to note that many stories that involve interest and intrigue begin when the sky is dark and the clouds are stormy. Our story begins here as well, but not with any person or object of particular note. In fact, this specific beginning is of no note at all, but that is exactly how this beginning likes it. In the land Alyrion, summers and long and winters are short. Many would say that this reflects on the brilliant beauty and kindness of its ruler, the Queen Margaret Isabell of Dayne. From the throne on high in her majestic, risen fortress of Dayne, the Queen holds her court among the gods themselves. Be it the grace of her Majesty, the charm of the court, or the magnificence and grandeur of the castle itself, the seat of Dayne is one of the most coveted places in all of Alyrion.
The High Seat can only support the permanent residency of a select number of nobles and knights, many of whom are a part of the royal retainer, aside from the royal family. As such, the rest must be resigned to make their places in the shadow of the floating fortress. This city is officially known and referred to as Queen's Rest, but the better known layman's term is the "royal" Loo. Sprawling beneath the floating marvel of Dayne is a city filled to bursting with rich gardens, behemoths of manor homes and market places that stretch from one city wall to the next. The richest of rich reside at the tops of the city's natural hills, landscape absorbed long ago by the growing crowds of admiring noble houses, while the low-lands are paved in polished white stones that see the weight of tens of thousands of subjects every day.
Of course, beneath the thriving city bursting with life there is an even larger city of the dead... the city is, in fact, a three-tiered burghal; far below the Queen's Rest and farther still below the Seat of Dayne, is a place where only the fools of Alyrion tread -- the Pit. The Necropolis of Dayne has been invaded by the living thugs, thieves, and unsavory denizens that are unwelcome in the light, but revered in the shadows beneath.
Luckily for our heroes and heroines, this story does not begin in the dark. It begins in the light; the three-acre, royal wood in the center of the great Seat of Dayne. Midst the oaks and poplars, the red Heart trees and the violet, tear shaped leaves of the saddening, but beautiful, Sorrowwoods, at the center of the King's Glory hedgemaze and in the company of swallows, finches and colorful sprites, this story begins with a Prince.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 7:48 pm
(( This RP takes place relatively a year before our ball. This is a generic, flexible RP as we have yet to (and probably won't be) establish(ing) "rules" for setting.)) ((post as your character.)) ((p.s. this is BEFORE the Prince of Thieves is a Prince of Thieves, and so none of the Thieves are currently in a band or group or anything. If you are still going to be a thief then you'll be solo until you meet up with the rest!)) (( WELL the RP is finally up... y'know, the one that a few of you were pretty eager to see up... so let's get to posting? If you are struggling with the setting at all please shoot me a question so that there isn't anything holding you back from posting! ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:12 pm
((I thought this was specifically for the thieves. How would the court be involved in the founding of their organization?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 7:47 pm
Prince Jaime, brother to the Queen, grinned widely at the Knight before him.
True, there were better things for Ser Sinclair to be doing with his time.
True, chasing proposed thieves through the King's hedge-maze was slightly beneath the pay-grade of the captain of the Queensguard.
But also true, Prince Jaime knew that Ser Sinclair would want to be the one to secure this particular 'treasure.' The trick was making Ser Sinclair sure of that without giving away the secret... that, and Ser Sinclair was the Prince's favorite Knight to pester on a day-to-day basis.
"I am telling you, I saw them take it and I saw them go in there. It's up to us to go after them for the honor of the Queen!" He was as passionate as he could be, flourishing his words with a wink at one of the nearby servants tending the outer hedges. Standing almost as tall as the Captain of the Queensguard, lithe and muscular with a head of full, wavy chestnut hair and dancing green eyes, the Prince found it difficult to believe that he could be anything but convincing when he wanted to be.
Of course, Ser Sinclair was his favorite for a reason.
"You know you can't resist upholding the Queen's honor, Ser Sinclair." The Prince purred with another grin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:57 pm
Ser Sinclair, dressed in his heavy greaves and gauntlets, stared out over the garden, sharp focus on the King's hedgemaze in the middle of it. A gentle breeze blew by, hardly rustling his heavy white cape and his sharp, groomed goatee. He bristled at Prince Jaime's poignant attempt at getting him to begin a wild goose chase through the King's hedge-maze, a deed far, far beneath his stature. He couldn't resist upholding the Queen's honor. He wasn't entirely convinced, however, that he shouldn't do so vis-à-vis one of his subordinates.
"I never knew so young a body with so old a head. You should have called for lesser servants of the Queensguard to come deal with this. This possession is of... Small favor to her highness."
Sinclair's rebuke was trite. He knew better than to exercise more colorful words against a member of the Royal Court. The Prince was foolish to have dragged him out here like this, though. The man took Sinclair for a sponge, expecting him to absorb in anything that he would say. He did, to a point. It wasn't as if the captain, however, cold not see past it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 7:07 pm
Adrian sits at a local pub and drinks some whiskey. "The guys have me working way to hard down there"
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 3:42 pm
"And I never knew a Queensguard knight to be so interested in the bodies of the nobles around him... or maybe I did?" the Prince retorted with a wolfish grin, then took a step forward. "Alas, what has the beautiful kingdom of Dayne come to when a brave Knight has better things to do than to secure and rescue an item of such importance to the Queen of his... court?"
Jaime ran a deft hand through his thick hair before turning back to the captain, the hint of a plea in his bright eyes. "It would at least be more exciting than another day at the ledgers, Ser."
((we can't interact with you if you're not close to us, Epcot smile
oh (everyone)- and please note that this character I'm posting as is Prince Jaime // not the same as the Prince of thieves when I refer to him as 'the Prince' in my posts))
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:34 pm
Sinclair exhaled and glared at Prince Jaime out of the corner of his eye. His badgering had an aberrant effect on Sinclair's judgment, and he knew that the Jaime was up to little good again, as most of his calls for alarm were... As one Queensguard knight so eloquently put it: "...a pestilent congregation of vapours" wafting out of his mouth.
The Prince was, sadly, right, however. No matter the quantity or quality of the item, Ser Sinclair was duty-bound to chivy this thief and fine him enough gold coin as his bounty was worth, lest he rather be cast in chains in the castle dungeon.
"Indeed, it would, Your Highness," Sinclair responded. "Recovering the Queen's items is worth far more than any ledgers on any good day."
Sinclair rested his right hand on the handle of his sword and wrapped his fingers about it. He tensed his legs slightly, ready to spring forward down the grassy hill and zip into the garden after the supposed snatcher of wares.
"Does your graciousness deign my efforts worthy enough to observe the proceedings?" Sinclair asked knowingly. "Certainly, it would at least be more exciting than another day at the Court, Ser."
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 12:16 pm
((I know I have him in a place the rest aren't razz ))
Adrian orders another drink, drink it, get's up and leaves without paying and not caring. He walks off to the castle and takes out a cigar.He starts to smoke the Cigar.
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