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Jun 09, 2015 07:43PM
Hi there! Here we are, so let's put these ideas forward.
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Coolio. I think you said something about having ideas?
Yup so you suggested either something medieval or something modern with mystical elements. For the medieval story, I'm thinking two sisters (merchants or gypsies or whatever), come across some major magical secret and are forced to fall into the conspiracy. Or we could have (in any time era) a magical door that leads us into another realm (like the twelve dancing princesses) or we could do something with mermaids who are being hunted?
I like your idea about having two sisters. How about we have them living in a realm where there is a magical influence. However, humans aren't entirely aware of their presence or don’t have the capability of seeing them. Maybe there are already some problems in the magic world. Possibly an evil force is already decimating the magical population and hunting mystical creatures? Then our two sisters (being the gypsies, or thieves, or mere peasants that they are) come across an object that has some significant meaning to that magical force. Them taking it or finding it sets off a chain of events (maybe even a certain prearranged destiny) and consequently opens the world of magic to them and has that evil force coming after them. Or something along those lines?
Perfect, looks like we have a story figured out! Now if we delve into some specifics and settings and things like that, we're good to go. Shall I be the older sister (maybe cause I'm the older one haha)? Shall we have parents? What shall this object be? What storyline will the magical world have? I think we should decide on what type of creatures that would count as the magical; shall it be supernatural, like vampires, werewolves, ghouls, etc? Or natural like nymphs, naiads, satyrs and so on? Is the magical world evil, or are there persons who are, or is there an entire enemy of the magical world who is evil?
Hehe, sure. You being the eldest lets me the rebellious younger one, and I’m cool with that. My characters have a tendency of either being orphans or having extremely dysfunctional relationships with their parents (I have a feeling that says something about me… oh well). So, let’s make them actually have parents this time? We can just pull one of those things where they conveniently disappear we need them to. I was thinking the object would be some piece of jewelry? Possible a precious gem of some kind? I think having a more natural type of magic – so the nymphs and satyrs etc- would work better with the type of story we’re doing. But I don’t really care either way. For our evil force, I was thinking more on the lines that our main antagonist would be doing something to corrupt the magical world. So the magical creatures wouldn’t be evil, per say, but there would be something that was either killing them off or forcing them to join that one main antagonist.To clarify, yes, I think there should be a person/persons who are specifically going after the magical community.
Oh yeah, just to give you heads up. My parents decided to take an impromptu trip to visit relatives, so I’m currently staying at my grandmother’s house. Her wifi is a little iffy sometimes. So if I disappear, that’s why. We’ll only be there for about the rest of the week though.
Oh yeah, just to give you heads up. My parents decided to take an impromptu trip to visit relatives, so I’m currently staying at my grandmother’s house. Her wifi is a little iffy sometimes. So if I disappear, that’s why. We’ll only be there for about the rest of the week though.
No probs about the internet thing, gives us more time to think on this world. I think it's starting to take shape in my head as well. Okay so we have a power hungry baddie (I'm thinking centaur for some reason?) fighting with his minions against the good side of the magical world (whoever they are - should we give them a figurehead like a queen or king?) and the circlet/coronet/necklace with the magical jewel will make the difference in this battle. Should it give the wearer special powers? Of course, the parents can be magically persuaded to forget their daughters or something haha, with the aid of this jewel if need be.
I'm liking the Centaur idea, our villain defiantly should be one. I was thinking it over and was wondering if you wanted them to be a girl? There are hardly any truly evil female villains anymore. Perhaps a flawed king (maybe an elf?) as a the leader of the good side? They could maybe serve as a mentor for the sisters as they enter the magical universe? The jewel should have some type of power. Maybe some influence that tips the scales in favor of whatever side has it?
So the leader of the dark side is an evil female centaur and the good side a flawed male elf. As for the power of the jewel in, say, a necklace, it could be natural magic like seeing briefly into the future? I'm supposing romance will be a section in this story? How shall we introduce that?
So we have our necklace with the power of precognition. Perhaps our two leaders had an affair? It would give our villain a good reason to want revenge. But I’m assuming you’re talking about the sisters and them having some type of romance. One could have love interest from the village they grew up in. Maybe a unfortunate human boy that is somehow manipulated by dark magic and put into a spot of trouble? The other could fall for a magical creature under the rule of the king that they meet on their adventure?
Sweet! I think the centaur should have a stronger motive for revenge, not just spited love...the usual 'I want power' thing or should it make more sense, throw a more double sided light on the situation? We could have the elf king misuse some of his powers so the centaur wants to right the wrong? Or shall we have her as just a baddie? Both the romance ideas are top notch, now it's just a matter of if they will be seriously RPed by ourselves or each other, and which sister shall have what.
I think our centaur should have some motivation that she sees as a just cause. So I like the idea of her trying to fix something the king has done. Maybe he got a little power hungry and meddled with something that he shouldn't have? Which resulted in, either ,the centaur being warped into the way she is now by some type of magic or angered her enough to make her decide that he wasn't fit to rule? We should probably rp the love interests for each other. It seems easier that way. As for which sister gets what love interest,I don't really have a preference. You can choose which one you want. :3
I'm getting giggly just thinking of these boys! I'm such a hopeless romantic :3 My sister can take the childhood friend one, though I'm really chill either ways. So he did something he shouldn't have...should it do with the jewel/necklace? He created it or used it for wrong or broke the gem into many pieces/etc.?
Hehe, I'm cool with that. ;) I like the idea of him breaking the gem (by accident or not). It gives us a possible quest that the sisters can go on.
Haha so we can have the full necklace, ring, earring and tiara set haha. Anyway, it looks like our story planning is pretty tight. Shall we create our characters now? Both the males and females in one go or should we make our male characters when they become relevant to the story?
Haha, sure. I'll get started on mine but feel free to post yours whenever. I'll just base my boy off of the character you write and I can just create him now. Since he'll probably be in the village (I'm assuming we're going to start there?) we can introduce him in the beginning if you want. But I think we should hold off for my sister's love interest and just make him when we get further into the story.That way we can adjust who he is depending on where the story ends up.
I'm just joking about the jewellery set, we should have something more epic to do with the remaining gems ;) Anyway, I agree with everything you said and so I shall start my own character creation.
((Awww, I was amped for amazing quest of jewelry hunting.Just imagine them frolicking through the country side with necklaces.I guess if you're looking for something more badass, I've heard that silverware is all the rage with the kids these days. We can have them hunting for a set magical spoons and forks, maybe even throw in some table knives to spice things up.... I kid.;3 But really, we could probably leave the jems as jems. We could just give them guardians, like magical creatures or trials, that make them hard to get to.))
Rowan Flylocke (view spoiler)
Westin Echols (view spoiler)
Rowan Flylocke (view spoiler)
Westin Echols (view spoiler)
Got it. I don't know whether it was on purpose but both sisters are named after trees...maybe we'll make it something special later? I don't know, like an affinity to the tree sprites of those trees? I don't know, just guessing...oh by the way, we'll have the guardians of the stones, that'll give us nice characters to RP later (; And I didn't know we had to make our profiles so pretty >.< I'll pretty mines up! Both sisters look great to go. Are you going to make Willow's love interest right now or later?
Hehe, I have no self control when it comes to gifs.:) By the way, yours looks great!.... Also now we have to do something with tree spirits. I was planning on making him sometime today, but we could probably get started on the rp before I'm done with him. I can just add his profile to the post with Rowan's.
Do you have any requests for his personality or history? Or should I just come up with it?
I give you free reins, but I always assumed the village boy would be your boy next door, sort of sweet guy. I don't expect something like Mr Darcy haha. By the tree spirit, I guess they can call out to the spirit for assistance, like a guide?And shall our setting start in our father's cottage and then the arrival of a special shipment containing our necklace along with uninvited guests?
Haha, okay. I didn't get a chance to write yesterday so I'm going start working on him now. Both your plans sound good to me. Do you want to make the first post?
By the by, I just wanted to let you know that its your post on our other group. :3
By the by, I just wanted to let you know that its your post on our other group. :3
And he is completed. Feel free to check it out, I put him on the post with Rowan.:3
((Sweet! And is it? I thought it was yours. We can begin then! Oh my goodness he looks so perfect ♥.♥ This is going to be great!))Willow shut the accountancy books before rubbing her tired eyes. She had woken up with the sun to finish the calculations from last night's arrivals and expected to do some more later that day for an important parcel that was to arrive in all haste. Rearranging the papers, quill and ink pot her slanted desk until it was acceptable to her, Willow tried to recall where her sister would be at midmorning. The whole family was at home presently, and as usual, they needed to help their one maidservant, Bessie, with some household chores.
((I think Westin would appreciate you saying that. >.< Also, I do believe Bessie is one of the best names for a maidservant I’ve heard, haha.))
Rowan yawned, her arms reaching up in a languid stretch as she padded barefoot across the wooden flooring of their cottage. She’d been up long enough to have a chat with Bessie, but the telltale signs of sleep were present in her deemener. Her red hair a fiery mess, eyes bloodshot from a long night. All in all, she’d much rather be up in her new perch on the roof of their cart. However despite how much that idea appealed to her, the lecture about responsibilities that she would have once her hiding spot was found dissuaded her. “Before you ask, Alastair kept me up last night. Father wanted to me to learn what he knew about the situation in the West before he left for his trade route this morning. That old man can out talk anyone.” She said this without preamble, having no pretense about the mess she was. Judging by Bessie sympathetic mug of tea this morning she looked worse than she'd expected.
Rowan yawned, her arms reaching up in a languid stretch as she padded barefoot across the wooden flooring of their cottage. She’d been up long enough to have a chat with Bessie, but the telltale signs of sleep were present in her deemener. Her red hair a fiery mess, eyes bloodshot from a long night. All in all, she’d much rather be up in her new perch on the roof of their cart. However despite how much that idea appealed to her, the lecture about responsibilities that she would have once her hiding spot was found dissuaded her. “Before you ask, Alastair kept me up last night. Father wanted to me to learn what he knew about the situation in the West before he left for his trade route this morning. That old man can out talk anyone.” She said this without preamble, having no pretense about the mess she was. Judging by Bessie sympathetic mug of tea this morning she looked worse than she'd expected.
((It felt like the perfect name for a maidservant haha. I'm assuming she's talking to Willow?))Willow turned when Rowan entered the room and gave her sister a soft smile. "I hope you wrote it all down because I don't think you could remember everything Alastair said," she offered, walking away from her desk to inspect her sister more closely. "As for the chores today, mother kindly left a list for us." Willow's mouth crumpled to one corner of her face as she produced the small parchment note from her bodice. Bessie passed by the open door at that moment, two laundry baskets balanced on her hips. "Bess! Are you going down to the river now?" Willow inquired and the maid nodded in assent. "I might actually head down with her. Are you going to meet father now and tell him what you learnt?"
((Yeah, you got it.(; ))
“Joy,” Rowan remarked, giving the paper in Willow’s hands a look before sending a pained smile her way. She wandered further into the room sidestepping her sister’s desk to get to their father’s. “About that-” She turned rummaging around a pocket in her dress with her skirts. She lifted a paper waving it in the air for a moment, the white of the parchment in stark contrast with her ink dyed fingers. Then set it down on his immaculate desk. “– he didn’t have a piece of good news and I was hoping to avoid that chat all together. I’ll come with you two.”
“Joy,” Rowan remarked, giving the paper in Willow’s hands a look before sending a pained smile her way. She wandered further into the room sidestepping her sister’s desk to get to their father’s. “About that-” She turned rummaging around a pocket in her dress with her skirts. She lifted a paper waving it in the air for a moment, the white of the parchment in stark contrast with her ink dyed fingers. Then set it down on his immaculate desk. “– he didn’t have a piece of good news and I was hoping to avoid that chat all together. I’ll come with you two.”
"Good. There's a lot of extra starching today so we could use some more manpower. Wait up Bess!" Willow responded pragmatically, emptying her pockets of anything that would be ruined getting close to water. She checked her desk once more our of habit then hurried out after their maidservant out the door of their comfortable home. It was a clear day, if a bit chilly, and on the dirt road that ran perpendicular to their house path stood a their cart and horse, as if awaiting something. "Bess, is someone coming?" Willow asked, walking away from the road to the creek where they usually washed their clothes."Yes missus, your father is going into town for a bit," she responded, shuffling her baskets of laundry higher onto her hips.
Rowan meandered out of the room, yawning, and let her sister pass her on their way outside. She shielded her eyes with her hand as she stepped outside into the bright light of late morning and winced at the sudden contrast. She followed in step with the maid, her bare feet leaving a light trail on the dusty road. “Isn’t there a shipment coming in today?” She sent a glance towards the cart, and then glanced back at her sister. Suddenly grateful for her fleeting sense of responsibility. “Oh ,Lo, Wes was looking for you. He said something about coming up tonight?...Here, let me take that.” Before the maid could object, she plucked one of the overloaded baskets out of her hands and hefted it.
"Oh yes the shipment," Willow murmured, pausing to watch the cart with a loosely closed fist to her chest, making a mental note to check up on the accounts when it arrived and where it could fit in their already tight storage room. The only thing that could drag her from her preparatory thoughts was Rowan's mention of Westin. "What?" Willow demanded, spinning around to see her sister take up a laundry wicker basket. "Westin? Why would he come here? Why were you talking to him? When did he say that?" she asked her sister very briskly but Rowan was already hurrying away with Bessie, eager to make it to the river. "Ro!" Willow yelled, hitching her skirts and running after her.
"Why was I talking to him? Oh you know, to tell him about your undying love for him. Ruin your life a little. It couldn’t have anything to do with us being friends?” Rowan smirked, walking backwards to look at her sister. Her skirts made swishing noises in the tall grass that grew around the river banks as she half-jogged to keep in front of her. “Alastair was taking a nap when I got to town yesterday and I ran into Wes while I was in the market. Mr.Echols was looking for a new scale and we have one in the store room. I told him to come by and pick it up.” She huffed setting the basket down on the river bank. “We got to chatting, and he may or may not of asked after you.”
"Rowan!" Willow exclaimed, an embarrassed flush crossing her face as she picked up her skirts to catch up with them. Her ankles were tickled by the velvety green grass blades, bright with sunshine and drying dew. The river was fresh and strong, coming straight from the melting ice caps in the nearby mountains. "I hope you didn't say something embarrassing," Willow insisted, pulling out a large bed sheet from the basket and tucking her skirts under themselves so she wouldn't wet the hem when she waded into the cold water to begin dipping the sheets to soap them. "If only you had someone I could tease you with."
“Nothing too serious. Remember when…never mind. I don’t think you want to know what he knows.” She nodded gravely, schooling her expression in a perfect deadpan. “Don’t act like the thought of him coming to see isn’t making you overjoyed. I don’t believe that for one second.” She picked up one their father’s shirts and waded in to the River after her sister. She didn’t bother tucking her skirts; the hem was already dusted in a fine coat of dirt, if nothing else it would help her clean out the grime later. The white of the fabric billowed out in the current, creating an affect similar to a blooming flower. “You can’t tease me because I’m not destined for romance. All the men I’ve been involved with are worthless”
She regarded her sister as Rowan responded, wetting the entire sheet that became heavy laden in the running river. Bessie came over to help her with the large thing, the pair of them lifting and slapping the bedsheet against the water repeatedly. Between the loud smacks, Willow replied. "It's just...that his arrival changes...my schedule. You know how...I don't like being flustered!" The pair of them submerged the sheet and grabbed their home made soap bars out of pig fat and sweet smelling herbs and proceeded to rub down the cloth. "Destined," Willow repeated, hearing her sister's second remark. "I don't think you believe in destiny Ro. That means you can't be proactive. I don't think that you're happy to let someone else take the reins on your life," Willow returned with a smirk.
"When-" Rowan frowned down at the shirt in her hands .“-have I ever-" she started scrubbing a particularly offensive stain. “-been known for proactivity?” She lifted the shirt out of the water, making a slight sloshing noise as water spilled from the fabric. After a quick inspection of the fabric, the stain was still there, she put it back in the river with a slap. Rowan glanced back at her sister. “Father has threatened to marry me off almost five times now? My life has always had -and will continue to have- reins.” She watched the two of them for moment then returned her attention to her own work. “I told you because I knew how you'd react Illa. Although you flustered is amazingly amusing. Just promise me that you’ll enjoy his visit, you’re lucky to have his interest.”
"Oh Rowan, you know you live with your own rules," her sister responded with a slight shake of her head. Bessie and Willow moved the sheet further downstream to where there were large slabs of rocks where they could better sit and scrub. "I think the fourth suitor wasn't too bad," Willow teased. "I mean, who needs a full head of hair anyway?" Then, she became serious. "Father only threatened, but he never carried it out. You can be a handful when you want to be Rowan, do you know that? In that way maybe, you're taking the reins. Anyway, enough of that talk, I'm sure Bess is very bored.""Not at all missus," she responded diligently. "Of course I'll enjoy his visit Ro. I mean, if there isn't something else I should be doing that is. This shipment of father's is making me anxious as well. They usually arrive in large packages, why is this one arriving as itself?" she wondered, but cast her thoughts away from that as well.
“Please tell me you’re not talking about the alcoholic,” Rowan made an exaggerated expression of disgust. “That poor man had more issue than strange forms of male pattern baldness.” She waded to a shallower part of the river and followed after them, dragging one of the baskets after her. There was a small rock near the one they settled on and she perched herself on it, continuing her scrubbing. "It's started to become his go-to course of action when he's upset with me. You know he started that up again,right? Apparently he's found another one." She purposefully bypassed her other comments. It was too early for that type of conversation. With a sigh, she gave Bessie an apologetic glance. “I think it's being shipped by itself because the client specifically asked for it to be. Something about that woman that came to see him. You know the eccentric one? I can always wait around for it if you want me to. “
"If it eases your worries, I'll look into who is this next suitor...unless you already have an idea?" Willow questioned, seeing her sister's translucent form through the wet white cloth as she raised it to inspect. She then turned her mind on this shipment. "That suggests it is special and fragile, even more cause for me to worry! I should be there to watch the handover. You can come if you want. It'll probably be very dull though." Upon Rowan's mention of the customer who came to visit, Willow's mind was cast back to her. "She was strange," Willow agreed under her breath. She was loud and hunched, vivacious in movement but erratic in speech. Very bizarre. "If Westin arrives during the handover, you might need to watch it for me then."((I'm assuming the customer is non human?))
((Possibly :3))
“It will be dull,” Rowan corrected. Her skirt was plastered onto the surface of the stone she sat on and one of her knees was bent, bare feet gripping at a ledge on the rock. Done with the shirt for the moment, Rowan twisted in her spot and laid it out to dry on a space of the rock behind her. “… And you worry too much. It’ll be fine with me for the time that you spend with Wes. You two aren’t going to make any progress at this rate.” Absently she reached down and snatched the next item of clothing on the basket -one of their mother’s petticoats. Her thoughts returned to the customer for a moment. “She was an odd one. I hope it’s the last we see of her once she picks up her shipment. Everything about her was sketchy.”
“It will be dull,” Rowan corrected. Her skirt was plastered onto the surface of the stone she sat on and one of her knees was bent, bare feet gripping at a ledge on the rock. Done with the shirt for the moment, Rowan twisted in her spot and laid it out to dry on a space of the rock behind her. “… And you worry too much. It’ll be fine with me for the time that you spend with Wes. You two aren’t going to make any progress at this rate.” Absently she reached down and snatched the next item of clothing on the basket -one of their mother’s petticoats. Her thoughts returned to the customer for a moment. “She was an odd one. I hope it’s the last we see of her once she picks up her shipment. Everything about her was sketchy.”
"It's good now mistress," Bessie said, indicating the sheet was well rinsed enough. Bessie rolled the wet linen into her arms and heaved it onto the side, into the basket to prevent it getting dirty from the grass around them. "I wonder if father will tell us anything about this shipment. It's so unusually quieted down..." Bessie turned around to fetch another shirt when she saw the silhouette of their their father on the gig, rolling towards town in the bright morning sunlight. The horse was going at a brisk pace as their father was intent on making it to town on time. Willow was tempted to stand up and call to him - it wasn't too far for him to hear. "Misses, there's your father rounding the hill!" Bessie commented to them both, throwing a dirty shirt to Willow over the running river for her to start cleaning.
“We could always ask him,” Rowan suggested mildly. “Don’t know how much good it’ll do though.” At the mention of their father her shoulder hunched. Half-standing to peer at the cart as it made its rumbling way down the dirt path. Their mother’s skirt still in her hands, halfway in the water and swaying in the current. At one time –when their fights were arduous and enduring- she would have rolled off the rock in an instant. Crouching until he passed or slipping into the tree line not far off from the grassy area surrounded the stream. Once she’d spent a night in the woods, hidden in a tree.“When was it supposed to arrive anyways?”
"Early afternoon. On its own skipper here as well, not with any common merchant ship," Willow reported but upon noticing her sister's reaction, she decided not to call out to the figure who eventually rounded the turnpike road corner, out of sight. "Goodness, this shirt is too worn out to wear any more!" Willow then exclaimed, holding it up to the light to see it was thinned out, the linen weaving barely holding together any more. She threw it behind her and proceeded onto one of the full dresses they owned. She needed to take apart the stitching to wash every petticoat on its own before stitching it back together when dry.
((Oh! I didn't realize you posted. Sorry about that.))
Rowan shifted her weight to onto the heels of her feet, leaning back as the dray disappeared. “I’m assuming that they’re delivering it directly to the house then?” Done with the skirt in her hands, she gave the fabric a brisk shake. Loosing a wave of tiny droplets in the air that turned into a small patch of pseudo rain as the water returned to the river. Then their extra petticoat found its place next to the shirt she’d just cleaned. She gestured at her sister, an offering of assistance. “Or shall we meet them directly at the port?”
Rowan shifted her weight to onto the heels of her feet, leaning back as the dray disappeared. “I’m assuming that they’re delivering it directly to the house then?” Done with the skirt in her hands, she gave the fabric a brisk shake. Loosing a wave of tiny droplets in the air that turned into a small patch of pseudo rain as the water returned to the river. Then their extra petticoat found its place next to the shirt she’d just cleaned. She gestured at her sister, an offering of assistance. “Or shall we meet them directly at the port?”
((No problem, I guessed it'd be a notification thing (: ))"Right up to our doorstep too, which says something," Willow replied, throwing over some of the loose petticoats from the gown to her sister over the river. The droplet spray fell on their hair, causing it to shine and sparkle in the sunlight. "Say, Ro..." she then began, pausing as she stood over the dress which was mid-soak, "do you believe in those fairy tales we used to read? You know, about the faeries and pixies and magic and all that?" Bessie was washing but simultaneously interested in the new train of conversation, wondering why the mistress had suddenly asked such a strange question.
Rowan deftly caught the garments, gazing at her sister in silent question at the sudden subject change. Her reply came slowly, between the sound of fabric and water as she worked. “I think that they’re just as possible as the old wives tales the traders tell me” she finally sighed. “Or the rumors of spirits that the gypsies speak of.... I'm not naive enough to think I know half of what's in this world. But I'll remain skeptical until proven otherwise.” She turned eyebrow raised, head cocked as she continued. “Why? Do you believe in magic Illa?”
She flicked the garment in the air a few times before providing an answer. "I don't see a reason to not believe in its existence. But I haven't seen a reason to believe in it either." Bessie then inputted. "Mistresses, many a servant talk about the mischievous faeries who steal socks and ruin recipes in a household. It would be better not to call for their presence," she said gravely as her eyes darted to the nearby woods. Willow tried not to look unimpressed as she started to soap the garment. "If they did show up, that'd be interesting," she admitted.
“I seriously doubt they’d even take notice of us or care much about what we mortals say. I’d think they’d be used to hearing humans talk about them,” she stated. Rowan followed the maid’s glance to the thicket of trees, her gaze lingering. “But let’s not press our luck. I don’t want to worry you, Bess.” She continued to stare out in front of her as she dunked one of the petticoats into the river. “What spurred this line of thinking?”
