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Hullo, okay... at what point do you want to start, and have multiple paragraphs and each scene/setting separated with:...and this happened.
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This happened elsewhere with these other characters.
I just want to brainstorm about the plot first. :P Maybe?
Well, I was thinking that maybe the rebel friend boy could do something imperative to the plot. Any ideas?
Maybe he motivates a rescue? (Did you want a potential twin sibling of Fiera?)
(Oh, yes, that would be cool for a sibling.) Ooh a rescue! Yes. :)
Normal soldier rank or...? Should the guy be someone she grew up with?
He could be a High Lieutenant, and no someone she doesn't know yet.
Okay, then! So, does he care about her from a distance, or is his interest solely in the wellbeing of the resistance?
The wellbeing of the resistance, since he is a High Lieutenant.
All right, then! Do you have anything else you'd like to add? On her twin, which I think you want, what do you want him to be/do?
Can the twin be a he? No, I have nothing to add but I would like it to be a bit violent if that's okay.
That's perfectly awesome. :) Violent is fantastic, as long as it's tastefully written out.
CHARACTERS:Ilsa's Characters:
The Half-Elf (Fiera)
(I can RP any you need or want for your own plot processes)
Max's Characters:
Rebel boy soldier friend
Teron
Half-Elf Twin Bro
Shared Roles (we'll switch off when appropriate for RP):
The Emperor -Let's just call him Kuzco for now. :P
Random nobles/rebels/peasants -We can create our own and in doing so, claim them and add them to our pile of charries.
The Rebel Leader -Finnick?
Do you want to make character sheets or just go?
Just go would be cool, but can you start off? Also are you alright with a LOT of detail?
I am, though my kick off probably won't be very flashy. Once the pace is set, I'll catch up quickly enough! At what point in the story do you want to start RPing?
What do you mean? Isn't RPing the whole thing? xD Also, sometimes when I'm really in the mood, I can go crazy with writing—like 10 paragraphs or more.
I mean, do you want to start it off with Teron and their mother, or with the capture, or in the prison... at what point in the story do you want to get it going?Oh man, that sounds absolutely delightful! I can do that too, but I rarely find the opportunity to do it or the person across from me doesn't like doing it. It's sort of what I wanted when I signed up for this. :)
Oh, with the capture. :)Yeah, I can do way more than 10 para's sometimes. I don't mind how much I do. I could spend a whole day just writing one reply if I've got enough plot.
Oh awesome! All right, I'll start it off, but you have to give me a good long while. :D
No worries! I'll be here for maybe 6 hours.
Fiera rode astride a bay mare, staring down at the mane that swayed slightly, in oily matts down the neck. She held tightly to the reigns with one hand, so tightly that her knuckles were as white as fresh snow. Her other hand fell limply by her side. Rain pelted the back of her cloak and dribbled off the front of her hood, so even if she was paying attention to her surroundings, her vision would be blocked off on the sides, and impeded by the pouring rain. The hooves of the horses in the group squelched sickeningly in the raw clay, a path that might otherwise be dusty and enjoyable to run across in the summer's sun.The grass, or what she could see of it, was drowning in the murk. Great puddles of water covered over half of the road, in some places, and the rain showed no sign of fading away. The great roar had become some sort of soothing, distant lullaby. Fiera felt almost as if she could sleep, despite the ice running through her fingers, or how her ears protested at the chill. Once her oiled, wool cloak was soaked through, though, the misery would be tenfold. She wished for the warmth of a dull inn, just to melt in the laughter and the thrilled shrieking of the patrons, to hide in a corner and just fade away. To be unimportant.
She felt the water soaking through her hood and shuddered, shaking her head abruptly. Water splashed from her hood and one of the neighboring horses gave a short whinny in protest. The poor animals seemed just as miserable as the party they accompanied, their necks drooping low, almost to their knees. Fiera sighed quietly, glancing at the rider. He was a lieutenant, she thought, though she didn't remember seeing him before. They had been instructed to guide her to the next rendezvous, where they'd enter into private... negotiations with the local government, and then make her deal with those loyal to the emperor. There were never many... but it was always horrific. And the beast always took control.
In battles, though... in battles it was the worst. She stared down at her hands. In battle, there was no control, no differentiation from rich, poor, man, woman... or child and adult. She woke from the frenzies, from the magic controlling her, bathed in blood, but unscathed, the bodies of her victims littering the surrounding area, in a huge radius. When she was present at a battle, the resistance was generally victorious.
But she didn't have a say. She wasn't a person, to them, she was just the case that held their great weapon, their key to power. As long as they controlled her and as long as she couldn't control herself, she'd be nothing more than a lockbox. Fiera couldn't complain. Being the tool of the resistance was better than being the tool of the Emperor. At least, people didn't die to the extremes that they would, otherwise.
Someone coughed, in the distance, and the man leading the procession, atop his paint, sturdy horse, lifted his hand for a halt. The road they'd chosen was unused, generally, even by farmers. They'd researched it well, sent scouts out. The dusty path had been overrun by grass and there wasn't a settlement within three days of travel. Three days of miserable, soaked travel, Fiera thought, though her hand tightened around the blade of the sword strapped to her horse's saddle. "Archers!" she hissed, the sudden vision flying into her head. "Rock pile, Elm copse, and the bridge ahead," she instructed. Fiera rolled off the side of her horse, the blade sliding down, out of the sheath, while the others took action. She knew it already, though, they were helplessly outnumbered. Someone had betrayed them.
Footsoldiers flooded out, dripping in misery from the rain, but adrenaline had a way of heating the blood and body, against all reason. The battle commenced.
((So, correct me if I'm wrong: Fiera hasn't been captured yet, but she is about to be; the High Lieutenant you mentioned is my character; they were going to bring Fiera and the group to deal with those loyal to the Emperor (her... dad?) but the battle got in the way which is happening now?))
((Not captured yet... this is the resistance moving to the next checkpoint, but being intercepted by the Emperor's troops who have been informed by someone. High Lieutenant is yours. Fiera is the daughter of Teron, the emperor's right hand man. They were going to another town, or to another battle, you may pick. This fiasco is interrupting their happy trail.))
((OOOOHHH! It's almost a relief when, on a simple reconnaissance mission, she gets knocked over the head and captured by Teron and the Emperor. Is your post the start of that simple reconnaissance mission? If so, I get where you're going at. So in the Rebellion, Teron and the Emperor are the bad guys (her father and the evil big bad guy) and the good guys are the High Lieutenant and the Rebel Leader, Finnick? If I got all that right, then I'm all good to write!))
((Yup! Finnick was a joke, a placeholder name, but we can go with that.))
((Wait so why are they fighting each other?))
((Okay, it's the basic story of an oppressive government. Then some people who don't like it find their own power and try to take up a stand, to create a more lenient tyranny, you know?))
(Alright, I'm going to start writing now. Maybe I can start off with something about my character's job, his mission (maybe just to take out a few troops on the opposing side)?)
((All right, yeah! Take whatever liberties you want, I'll work with it. Just allow Fi some consciousness in the next post.))
((Great! I will have to answer when I wake, unfortunately. G'night!))
((I also didn't write as much as I thought I would, but I think it's a good beginning for Raed.))High Lieutenant Raed Carsyln sat on a plush cushion inside a gold-embroidered carriage that made its way through a path scattered with a few corpses. Some were missing heads whilst others were impaled by a spear through the stomach or a knife through the mouth or something of the sort through a body part. He looked out his door to see this, a silky curtain revealing and hiding itself to the light and the world outside. His glimmering blue eyes glanced out of the door so lusciously, like his royal sense of attitude added to the simplicity of being a High Lieutenant - no one had ever dared to face someone of the rank that he was in the chains of society. He was bound to become someone that he might not have been a few years ago when he had been a nothing, then he was elected as a High something and that made all the difference.
Raed didn’t particularly enjoy glancing out carriages and curtains to see - through his “luscious” gaze of blue eyes - bodies littering courtyards and battlefields and such, but him and his men found it to be the right idea to figure out where the troops were that had done this to his people. He found the body of Old Lady Lari, clutching a basket of ripe apples. The fruits were sprawled across the ground in a frenzy of dirt and death. The corpse was twisted at awkward angles: head to one side, arm snapped backward out of place and other disturbing ways of communicating the fact that she had not survive this evening. Raed felt an instinct, an impulse to grab an apple and keep it as a souvenir for the life that Lari had left behind, for her village - Maer Culen - that she had left to risk her own life across a battlefield, to show that she had a certain dignified sense of sacrifice and willingness. This was his people, and this was what they did for one another: care.
As High Lieutenant Carsyln closed the shutters of the curtains, his stomach grumbled - not for food, but for hope of security. He didn’t want to be trapped in one place where death was a certainty, where living the life that he might not have tomorrow was a possibility. It was true that Raed had not always been like this, but the instinct made him temperamentally insecure and incapable of adjusting himself to a civilisation where death was common and not something of a rarity. He was almost sure nobody but him felt this way, but he had to stay strong - for the kingdom, for the Rebellion, for his leaders. He glanced over at Superior General Wesley and asked, “Are the troops formed into their designated groups? Finnick’s squire mentioned that they might not be completely ready.” The High Lieutenant noticed a small sparkle in the Superior General’s eyes that seemed as if the spark had been lit by a forced match, as if he was making a big deal out of nothing. Carslyn sighed silently at this, trying to keep in his mind that not all his people were like him.
“I’m not sure this mentioning of progress is correct; I heard from the carriage driver only a few moments ago that the troops were all prepared to fight against the opposing side, High Lieutenant. Are you alright? Drifting into oblivion from lack of thought? Distractions catching you off guard? What is happening with you that I do not comprehend as well as you might? Might is the key word in that sentence.” Wesley chuckled to himself. But no, Raed didn’t particularly care for Wesley. He was a dumb-minded, heartless, selfish son of a traitor who thought that only his father had the right rules to anything and that his mother was the queen of selflessness. This was absolutely unconfirmed, at least to Finnick whom Raed had a fierce and passionate conversation with that often drove him into thoughts of crazed insanity. Raed smiled faintly at Wesley before turning back to the window, before realising that he should talk to the carriage driver, Myrt, about all of these discussions that had kept Raed under a rock for ever so long. He did not know why he felt trapped and hidden into secrecy, but he did. It was something of a worry to him. He cleared his throat.
“Ah, Myrt, is this true? That the troops have already prepared themselves for the combat against the Emperor’s soldiers? Because, if so, my intelligence has been at a downfall as of late and I deem myself incapable of allowing that to occur,” Raed commented, smirking at Wesley who gave the Lieutenant a small chuckle before turning to his own open curtains, looking across at the grassy hills dotted with crimson blood. These hills held the promise of more war to come, more war to be announced; it was something of a chance to let Raed begin fighting in the skirmishes that he had found himself battling in. Only sometimes he did this. Well, rarely he ever fought but since his rank gave him an aura of thrilling excitement and the whisperings of war war blood pooling at your feet betrayals and hopes and lost dreams and shattered hope and death…, it did actually make him feel like he should fight more. If training in the barracks of his village was all he needed to do in order to succeed this rebellion and drive Finnick towards certain victory, so be it. He was determined to make this plan happen.
((Not that I don't like this, but how is it in response to my post, where the ambush just began? How am I expected to continue?))
((Aw man, I want this to happen at some point. Like she's finally just got rescued, and then her twin -or the Lieutenant- walks up and it's like, well, what are you taking your sweet time for?http://burdge.deviantart.com/art/More...))
Fantasy, magic, elves&humans&dragons&magic&who-knows-what-else, slaves, power struggles, rebellions... the works! Let's do a super thick, meaty consistency!
PLOT:
Okay. So, what I'm thinking is, the primary (or first) plotline is that there's this evil ruler(The Emperor -we'll figure out a name for him later- and his right hand guy, Teron. Eighteen years ago, the right hand man fell in love with one of the captured elves and kept her as a pet/love interest. Upon becoming preggers, she managed to escape back to the rebellion to give birth (To a girl, but twin sibling(s) possible), but wasn't accepted back herself, in fear of treachery. The same was assumed of her when she returned to the right hand man, Teron, and he personally executed her on charges of high treason. She was guilty once before, and it was his 'mercy' that had kept her alive, after all.
So, using the girl's innate magical ability, which is super powerful -and magic is like, 1/1000th person may use it. It's rare even among elves, 1/100- the rebellion kicks off even stronger than before. However, if she crosses a certain threshold point of power, she completely loses control and acts like a soulless creature, completely devastating cities, able to defy gravity, bring structures to rubble with a wave of her hand. It's almost a relief when, on a simple reconnaissance mission, she gets knocked over the head and captured by Teron and the Emperor. Even if she knows they're completely injust and evil, it beats being the destroyer of entire cities for a fervent rebellion. To her, the loss of innocent lives is too great. Even if many enemy culprits die. Torture's almost like a break from her forced responsibilities, a vacation. The kicker is, the governing party has no clue who they have in their possession, either as a daughter or probably the best weapon. And she won't try to escape magically, because if she gets too revved up about escape, she could end up killing her father... Who, even if he personally tortures her... a lot... is still family, right? First time meeting him, it has to be kind of fun.
Meanwhile, the rebellion is desperate to get her back, and there is one simple soldier who is her friend and wannabe more than friends dude. There may be siblings in the Rebellion with rivalries/powers/no-powers, but who knows? There are also PLENTY of spares who may become important through incorporation. You make a noble, s/he can become incredibly influential and tied into the main plot line through emotional attachment or his own plans.
REQUIREMENTS:
Must be able to write long paragraphs, and understand that long paragraphs are not always essential, but preferred. Mercy will be expected from and shown to the other RPer in special occasions of business, school, hw, and work. Try to keep it long, but if you can't, I'm not gonna beat you over the head.
You have to be very active and preferably versatile. Just because you can't play the girl here (YES, I HAVE DIBS, SO THERE. AND HER NAME IS FIERA) doesn't mean you can't play another girl. I want this thing to be chock full of thick plot. I might want a romance with this girl, but in return, you make your own plot and girl within this one, I'll respectfully cater to your needs, and have a dude properly prepared, okay?
I do not RP sex. I prefer not even to get close to the subject, for personal reasons of hoity toity high and mighty whatever. So, yeah. Sex and love can contribute to a plot, and if necessary to advance, we can skip, but I prefer to stick to the bones and structure and awesomeness. Okay?
I understand that lots of plot/characters/etc. on one thread could get difficult, but if you promise to work through it with me and plan ahead and COMMUNICATE, then everything will work out great.
CHARACTERS:
If it's not clear, characters I'd like to RP here:
The Half-Elf (Fiera)
Characters I'd like you to RP:
Rebel boy soldier friend
Teron
Shared Roles (we'll switch off when appropriate for RP):
The Emperor -Let's just call him Kuzco for now. :P
Random nobles/rebels/peasants -We can create our own and in doing so, claim them and add them to our pile of charries.
The Rebel Leader -Finnick?
(Yes, the leader names are jokes and placeholders, don't flip your lid.)
OTHER
If you have ideas to add and/or want me to RP certain characters for your ideas, sounds good to me, I'll do it. I just wanna have fun!