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Apr 28, 2017 08:48PM
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Hey! Well like I said I'm up for ideas.
I havnt got many ideas yet myself but I'm happy to brain storm.
Medieval or umm, royalty. Or even fantasy.
I don't really wanna do high school stuff.
Sounds good to me, mid evil sounds interesting. We could do that with some sort of fantasy twist!
Yeah? What sort of twist. Maybe like witch? Or something
Yeah, there could be a magic component, thatd be cool. Here's another idea, just kinda throwing stuff out there, but what if it's a land where where some animals are giant, like, rats, bats, mice, and such. And these animals are intelligent just like humans and have the ability to talk. These races compete for survival and make alliance with each other and war against each other too. And we could create a scenario where a problem requires the humans to undertake some kind of quest with allies to help keep them alive? Again, just toying with ideas, I like the magic thing too.
Hmm I think i kinda like the magic thing a little more. Unsure about the animal scenario but cool idea
Yeah, that's fine, there could be an evil mage that takes control of the land with a tyrannical rule, and two commoners with interesting backgrounds of noble blood meet and team up to try and put an end to the mages rule. And along the way, your character could develops and learn magic and such. Does that sound right? If not feel free to correct me
Alright, haha, how about I listen to one from you. I'm not always the best at this. Sorry.
Haha I just didn't understand what you mean that's all I think it sounded good but I don't quiet get it
Well, there are the two good guys, that's us. There is a witch or mage or some tyrannical person with magical powers. And the Heros goal is to build a resistance that could overthrow the magical tyrant and their armies. Does that clear it up?
Yeah it does. I'm not sure about itWhat about something with nobles still? And witches?
We don't have to do anything with witches either. Maybe still medieval but what about one village gets ransacked by a Viking clan yet one girl manages to hide until their fight is finished, they then find her and take her captive.
She could eventually fall in love with one of the viking men and begs for them to save her life, saying she will join their clan and do anything they say and he swears to protect her.
Intriguing. Its a good plot line and because I'm into psychology, and it interests me a ton, I must point out it would be a classical Stockholm syndrome
Yeah is that good? It would be interesting
Yeah sounds great! I think it will provide a cool twist.
When a victim who is kidnapped sympathizes or becomes close with their captor, it is called Stockholm syndrome. To clarify It's not a sickness or a disease but an occurrence of an unlikely bond that has stumped psychologists for a long time.
Oh right. Yeah well I don't really want for it to get really bad or for it to become like that.
If that makes sense. Like they wouldn't torture her or stuff.
Yeah, no torture. That would be kinda sadistic.
Let's just see how it goes. Now do you wanna be the girl or guy?
If u don't mind I'll be the guy. So just because I'm a bit slow, we're doing the Viking plot mentioned earlier and are we or aren't we torturing people.
I'm happy for you tonne the guy. Yeah, were doing the viking story.
So the guy is the viking. His clan raids a village of Anglo Saxons where my girl is, she manages to hide during the raid, once it's over she tries to escape but they catch her. They take her back to their lands while they decide what to do with her.
Maybe the guy is the one who has to keep watch over her so she doesn't try escape.
No torturing.
The two begin to like each other and fall in love.
They still havnt made a decision on what to do with her but she begs for them to keep her alive and insists she will do anything they ask. She will join their clan, she will farm if she has to. And he wants to protect her.
So eventually in the end she will become a viking instead. And maybe she wants to learn how to fight.
Ok, great perfect! Sorry, I was just a little confused. I'm glad no one is torturous anyone. Ok sweet. I like it!
Yeah, for sure! Would you like to make yours first?
Name:Mareth Age:20
Appearance:https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/...
Other:born as a peasant. Taken and raised by Vikings
Yep.thats right. Maybe a little small but he's fast and lethal
Alright, would you like to start? Or shall I?
Alrighty here we goMareth and his comrades had been riding hard for a long time. They had heard of a bountiful harvest from a village a good ways inland and were going to ransack it. They knew a warlord resided in the village and so did his knights, but they were determined to bring back a bountiful loot. Mareth stroked the hilt of his sword as he always did before battle, wondering if it would be his last. He never liked fighting, but as a Viking. It seemed a necessity. Their caravan slowed as the village came in sight. Their target lay before them and they were ready.
Ingrid was away in the fields with her friend Siggy, working away and pulling the crops from their garden beds. The day didn't seem to be much different from another but there was something off in the air, almost like it knew. She looked around herself and into the distance as fog began to set in. It was time to return to the village, the sun was falling to end their day.
The Vikings had waited until night with intent to use the dark and oncoming fog to conceal their approach. They wished to do this swiftly, decisively. Mareth had sharpened his sword and oiled his dagger that now hung at his belt. The men were jumpy, battle nerves getting to them. Finally, it was time. They were ordered to their feet and a voice rang out, "for the Loric clan! Remember men, your families depend on the grain and crops in those villages for food! Onward!" He yelled. And so, without the usual battle cry they surged like a wave. A silent, lethal, force descending upon thier victims.
Ingrid had snuck out from her home with her mother and father to meet up with one of the boys from her village. It wasn't often which she would do this but she was doing it tonight. It was difficult to see through the fog but with the torches light around the village she made her way to their meeting point and waited.
As they closed on the village, it remained quiet. When they finally reached it, they all burst into a roar. They did not wish to kill the residents in their sleep from it was cowardly, as the first men emerged from their huts with pitiful rusty swords, men were on them in a flash. The village roared to life and all of a sudden it was a battle field. The villagers were in chaos, the women and children fleeing, the men and soldiers running to meet the challengers. The Vikings came in with a crushing force and were plowing through enemy ranks. Mareth had his sword and slashed left and right, disabling and maiming enemies. He tried not to kill and had learned with great success which part of a mans body to cut if you wished to do disable him. Had he been at war or fighting a rival clan, he would not have restrained his sword, but stealing and ransacking villages always gave him conflict. Yet he continued slashing at men from his mount.
Ingrid had a cold shiver come across her as the night sky shone above and the mist fog carried across the village, she began to think that William was not coming, had he forgotten? Was he with another girl? She did not get time to think much of it as she began to hear the roar of the Vikings and the clanging of metal against metal. Their swords meeting another's. She looked around her frantically when she began to run, she must get back home, to her mother and father. She knew better than to sneak out and now this was happening. Ingrid rushed back to her hut though along the way she found william's body, she fell to her knees as she tried to shake him, tears welled and fell down her face "William! William!" She cried out and begged for him to still be alright, a moment next and she knew she was being pulled along back up to her feet where she ran again, she needed to get away, to escape. She couldn't find her parents anymore, they may be dead just like William was.
The battle was in full swing as the full force of the Vikings met the assembled villagers. Without a pause they attacked each other ruthlessly. Mareth's horse was immediately killed and he jumped off of it as it fell, landing nimbly. He went on the attack, slashing and twirling and slicing. Not many Vikings fought like him. They preferred a more forceful style of fighting that relied on strength. But he was not as large or strong as his comrades so he used one that relied on speed and agility. He had gotten some grief for it from the Vikings, until they saw him implement it. He was deadly. Lethal speed paired with uncanny accuracy made him a respected and feared warrior. As he parried and slashed another villager he noticed the Vikings overwhelming the villagers. The battle was almost at an end.
Ingrid was trying her best to run away from the battle yet each turn she made was straight into another fight between Vikings and villagers, she was yet to get out. She found a cart which looked to have been untouched during the raid, immediately she ran for it and ducked underneath, she curled her body tightly to stay hidden as the raid was coming to an end, she wished to live and preyed to god to live.
The battle had finished and it was all over. "Grab the grain carts!" He heard and ran to the nearest one. He attached it to a horse and secured the contents. He swatted the rear of the horse and bearded it towards town. As the wagon pulled away, it revealed a girl huddling underneath. Mareth quickly stepped forward, making it clear she could not run and said to her, "well,what do we have here? A little girl with no one to protect her. Tell me, what buissness do you have here that leaves you alone and vulnerable like this?" he asked.
Ingrid heard them call to take the carts. She tried to cram me out from underneath it and away but she was too slow and Mareth had caught her. She then scrambled to her feet with the last of her tears drying up in her cheeks. "Please, I beg you." She cried quietly hoping no one else would hear them. "I do not wish to be killed, I beg you to let me go." She said to him
This girl he had just found begged not to be killed, and he had no desire too. They were only here for the food and not the women and children, still she had not made it out soon enough and the clan would never let her leave. Then he got an idea, "hey, just be quiet and follow my lead. I wish no harm upon you. We only need food." He said in a hushed voice as he walked her, with her hands behind her back to find Gorger, their leader.
Ingrid was still afraid although he said he would not harm her, that didn't mean the leader wouldn't. She had her hands behind her back and walked forward but her heartbeat was strong and pounding against her chest as she also breathed in deeply. "Where are you taking me?" She asked
"Quiet. Let me do the talking. Ah, Lord Gorger. I have a girl here that claims to know the harvest amount and farming techniques that we have not yet heard of. She could be useful. Allow her to be my prisoner, and we may gain more than just food from this plundering." He said quickly and precisely, just how gorges liked it. Grover looked the girl up and down and gave a slight nod. "Thank you my lord." He said and escorted the girl away.
She was afraid yet tried not to show it as he spoke to his 'lord', why were they doing this. As he had agreed to let this man keep her a prisoner her heart sunk, she would not be alive much longer, she had heard what the men from viking clans go to women. As he escorted her away she glanced back at him. "What will you do to me?"
