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Draugvan

Isn't. That. Glitters. All. Gold.
DONATING MEMBER
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
Four hours behind West Coast USA
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Primarily aggressive
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Libertine, Medieval, Science Fiction, Drama, Psychological
Genre You DON'T Like
Romance, Yaoi, YA, Horror
#1
Princess Ternos23 Princess Ternos23
Pawn; D2 -> D4
War fires spread ominously on the horizon, spilling smoke over a burned sunset. The plumes sighed hot red like bellows into the twilight heavens. Roj hardly gave it a thought. He glanced up now and then from the rabbit hole he poked with a stick. He was too young to be given a sword - by one year and six moons. Pus. He made an unruly face.​

"Come along Roj-!" called a familiar voice.​

The call of big Harm was unmistakable.​

Roj spun around to see five mounted men crest the tufted hillock due east. Horses kicked up dust, making them hard to see. Beyond the men spewed further pillars of smoke, nearly invisible against the encroaching night. Roj didn't recognise anyone else. The strangers rode into view and continued past. Three bearded men and one greenhorn, all in autumn linens since the leaves had only turned last moon. One of the strangers spat to one side, eyeing Roj. Roj spat on the ground defiantly. Another man held back the first, who riled in protest and indignity. Roj smiled to himself.​

Harm approached Roj with a grin.​

"Get your things, you ought to be back before dark."

"I didn't find anything."

"Then take this," Harm bent down to hand Roj a leather dragonfly spinner. "Run and tell the others the forward scout is moving out tonight. But don't tell your ma I got that for you."

"Did you steal it?" Roj turned the toy over in his hands.​

"No, because I left them something as a trade," Harm said with a wink. "Now off with you!"

Roj returned Harm's grin. He ran with arms spread full horizontal like a dragonfly, zig-zagging back toward camp and the banner of the White Crane that flew above.​
 
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Princess Ternos23

Self-proclaimed Princess
Roleplay Invitations
Group Roleplays, One on One Roleplays, Private Convo Roleplays
Posting Speed
A Few Posts A Day
My Usual Online Time
Irregular. Keep in mind Poland is in GMT +1 timezone, tho.
Writing Levels
Intermediate, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Female, Primarily Prefer Female
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Passive.
However, I can pick up the aggressive stance if I have an idea for a plot line - So technically both, with focus on being passive.
Favorite Genres
- Fantasy, both low and high.
- Steampunk
- Sci-fi
- Things involving war
- Romance
- Yuri
Genre You DON'T Like
- Horror, definitely.
- Modern
- Yaoi
#2
Knight; B8 -> C6
Night seemed rather quiet, only trees were whispering between each other in chill breeze. William stood on edge of the forest, observing the quiet grassland. He could see the border from here - indicated by nothing more than calm river, flowing through middle of the grassy field.

Behind him, in deeps of the woods, a faint light of campfire betrayed the position of Ranger's encampment. Tasked with keeping eye on northern border of empire, their days were passing one after another, spent on training and regular patrols across the length of river. For now, William had to deal with occasional brigands, or pack of wolves that threatened local peasants - nothing a royal ranger can't do.
Single letter, however, was about to change their monotone task.

- Sir William!
A quiet voice called out from behind the young man. One of rangers had to have a really good reason to disturb him from enjoying the silence. Soon it turned out that the reason was more than just good.


- What's the problem, soldier?


- A page has arrived in our camp, stating that she brings a message from Empress herself. She said that the case is urgent, and she can give leave it in your hands.



Withing minutes, both men were back at the camp. A young woman was feeding an apple to a horse, standing next to the main tent. Upon noticing that the Ranger approaches her way, she straightened up and took out a sealed scroll from her bag.


- I beg for forgiveness, my lord, I suppose you have important tasks to carry on with. However, words from Empress have priority above everything.
She handed the scroll to William. He broke the seal, and took a candle from the ranger from before, reading the message in dim light of the fire held by wax. His eyes widened slightly as he read. Eventually he rolled the scroll up, looking at the girl with a hint of disbelief for a longer while.


- ... Gregory, wake up the riders and send the to rest of patrols with messages. I want the full force gathered at outskirt of Vosten village before the dawn, we're leaving in the morning. And get this girl a new horse. Now.


- Aye.
Ranger replied shortly, running away from his commander. William looked again at the page.


- Wait here. I will write a response and send you back, you're obligated to move will all due haste.
And with those words, he disappeared behind the entrance of his tent.
 

Draugvan

Isn't. That. Glitters. All. Gold.
DONATING MEMBER
Posting Speed
A Few Posts a Week, One Post a Week
My Usual Online Time
Four hours behind West Coast USA
Writing Levels
Adept, Advanced, Adaptable
Genders You Prefer Playing
Male, Androgynous, Primarily Prefer Male
Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
Primarily aggressive
Favorite Genres
Fantasy, Libertine, Medieval, Science Fiction, Drama, Psychological
Genre You DON'T Like
Romance, Yaoi, YA, Horror
#3
Pawn; H2 -> H3
Two men stood guard in the street while a merchant negotiated. Eight men had gone ahead.​

"Why do we got to escort the caravan?" Baro snorted.​

"Because you're getting paid to, fob. Where's your head?" chided Webb.​

"They don't need ten swords. And I would rather have a feather blanket."

"Well, I need an ivory cod piece, but I'm stuck with what I got. So shut yer trap."

Baro postured in defiance, but Webb wouldn't participate. Full of himself, that Webb. The old man was still a conscript, though he didn't act like it.​

Baro circled around the caravan for anything more interesting. Cool dawn light shone over puddles of piss-water and mud. Not even the poor folk were up yet. A village mutt poked its head around a nearby fence, so Baro threw a stone to frighten it. The mutt yelped fearfully and scurried away. Webb called across the caravan.​

"Don't do what I think you're doing! Leave the animals alone."

Baro scowled, but dropped the remaining rocks from his hand.​

The merchant returned before long. Pristine in layers of cotton and cedar-soled shoes. Shoes - not boots. Probably didn't work a day in his life, only talking all day. The merchant looked anxious and spoke quickly.​

"We need to get moving immediately. Pack up now. There is a trade embargo. We need the caravan over this border and across the next before one week's time."

"Hang on, hang on, I don't get what you're saying when you rush like that - " Baro started, but was cut off.​

"I said NOW. This kingdom is about to go to war."

"But I've got a daughter back home…" Baro was dumbstruck.​

Webb clapped Baro on the back.​

"Then I'll make sure you make it home."
 
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