Live Free or Die Trying
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Thread Topic: Live Free or Die Trying
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In medieval times there lies a village that exists on the outskirts near a powerful kingdom. The citizens are only a small group, but they've developed their own culture, language, and way of life. There are talented artisans, craftsman, farmers, warriors and other kinds of professionals. However, when the foreign kingdom decides to attack this small tribe, they must stick together and do their best against their enemy, despite how hopeless it seems.
Get creative and be whoever you want, even yourself. :3 Whether from the village itself or attacking kingdom. In regards to the language difference just write as you normally would in English, but the kingdom's people and village's people wouldn't understand each other's languages, unless they were speaking to each other in the same language. Hopefully I'm not confusing anyone. x3 -
I don't know when I'll get around to using him, but I'll make a a character. :O
Name: James, Son of Richard.
Side: Village
Job: Soldier
Looks: Long shiny black hair pulled back in a pony tail. Set jaw with no facial hair.
Build: Tall and lean. But muscular enough to be a fighter.
Clothes: Thick leather vest over a loose shirt and baggy pants.
Tool: Carries a broad sword. -
Sounds cool :)
Name: Sara
She's a villager.
Job: Baker and cake designer
Look:Short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
Tall,not fat and not skinny (normal). -
Name: Tom
Side: Village
Job: Smith, wants to be a warrior though.
look:A bit scruffy, short brown hair. Blue eyes, not a very strong build.
I know it's weird for a girl to play as a boy, but i just like writing like this. -
Sounds great!
Name: Heather
Side: Village
Job: Shopkeeper
Look: Long Black hair. Green eyes.
Build: Tall, slightly chubby.
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Schweet. :3
Name: Mina
Age: 17
Side: Village
Job: Weaver and Jeweler, though has knowledge in fighting from her father before he died in a battle 10 years ago.
Looks: Long black hair with deep and dark blue eyes. She looks almost doll-like.
Build: Medium in height and weight, yet strong; hourglass figure.
Clothes: A dark purple, Victorian-style dress that ends at her knees, with black stockings underneath.
Personality: Quiet and kind. Stern and strong when she needs to be. Has a heart for taking care of the weaker.
Name: Oliver
Age: 23
Side: Prince of the Kingdom
Job: Royalty, and commander of his army
Looks: Dark brown hair and dark red eyes, often wearing a sadistic smirk or hateful glare.
Build: Not very tall, but very strong despite his pampered lifestyle.
Clothes: The best of the best. Silken maroon and beige fabric to high-quality armor.
Personality: Self-serving, harsh and cruel. Treats his servants badly and won't hesitate to kill for his own selfish desires. -
"Bring me the plans." Oliver commanded in a strangely calm voice, taking a sip from his golden chalice. The young maid scurried to the desk, while the prince sat at the front of a long table, in front of his generals and officers. "Just take your time, it's not like this is matter of importance." She flushed in fear, hurrying back with the requested papers. "I apologize, your Majesty-" "That will be all. You are excused." With that, the girl curtsied and left the room.
Oliver opened the scroll, giving a glance up to his subordinates. "We attack in one week, make sure your soldiers are prepared. It shouldn't be a difficult battle, but that is no excuse for incompetence. Do I make myself clear?" They nodded, replying with the expected formalities. "That will be all, then." The prince stood up, watching the others bow as he allowed them to leave. He walked over to the long window, looking out at the landscape of his growing and powerful kingdom, all of which was in the palm of his hand; all for his taking. He controlled his people with an iron fist, left them all quaking. No regrets, just simple satisfaction that he was surpassing his late father in influence and strength. -
Meanwhile, in the village, an adolescent girl was sitting in her cottage, hard at work with her small collection of necklaces and bracelets. She was one of the best, starting from nothing to making pieces of jewelry and nice clothing for eager buyers. She enjoyed her work, making things that made others happy and feel lovely. As she connected charms to the golden chains, she heard the pattering footsteps of the small white dog she had taken in only a year ago. "Hey Scamp, I need to get this done, okay? The market closes at sundown." She looked down at him and scratched behind his ear. "Arf Arf!" was the little one's reply, climbing up to sit in her lap. Obviously he wanted attention, and she chuckled, trying to resume her work like normal as the white ball of fluff curled up for a nap.
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Heather stood inside her small shop in the market, looking at the items she had bought yesterday and earlier today. "5 bracelets, 10 loafs of bread, 4 wool cloaks..." She mutters quietly, feeling slightly unhappy with the number of Items in stock. "I wish I had more..." she says to herself. As she finished taking stock, she looked outside, and saw the sun was heading towards the ground. "Soon it will be time to close." She walks back to the front of the shop, waiting for sundown.
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(I'm gonna make a Kingdom person)
Name: Randall
Side: Kingdom
Job: Officer in the army
Looks: Dark Brown hair and lighter brown eyes.
Build: Tall, slim, well musceled
Clothes: Thick leather shirt, slightly loose wool pants
Personality: Very Intelegent, Cruel, short-tempered, cannot stand those in a lower position than himself. -
Randall bows, then walks out of Prince Oliver's War room, feeling happiness well up within him. The word Battle always cause him to be excited. "One week away from more glory and battle, one week..." He mutters to himself, already waiting for the feel of riding on a horse into battle, the feel of his sword, Deathblade, in his hands, the feel of the enemy falling beneath him. The feel of death. He walks towards the Barracks, ready to teach his men how to kill, how to destroy. "One more week..."
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Mina finally finished her work, putting her goods into a basket and getting ready to leave. She set Scamp into his bed, quickly walking out the door and down to the market. She could feel the evening coming ever closer. I hope I'm not too late... She thought, walking faster as the shops came into sight.
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In the silence, Oliver sat in his living quarters, utterly bored. One week felt to long to wait, he wanted to start now. He wanted to see the grips of victory in his hands at that very moment, but knew better than to rush things. He stood up, putting on a coat and going down to the barracks, curious to see how his pathetic minions were doing. -
Heather pokes her head outside the door, getting ready to close, and see Mina rushing towards the shop. Heather waves to her, and steps back inside.
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Randall walks in the barracks, the starts to issue out orders. "MEN! GET UP AND GRAB YOUR WEAPONS! WE ARE GOING TO TRAIN!" He leads his men outside to the training grounds, the yells out, "HALT! PARTNER UP! READY YOUR WEAPONS!" He scowls impatiently as the men scurry about, following his orders. "MOVE FASTER!" He yells, feeling anger at the soldiers well up within him. "MEN! READY YOUR WEAPONS! PREPARE TO FIGHT YOUR PARTNER! NOW, FIGHT!" He slowly grins as he sees his men fight one another, as he sees blood spray out, as he sees swords and spears glisten in the setting sun. After a few minutes, he yells out, "STOP YOUR FIGHTING! WE ARE DONE FOR NOW!" Randall looks at all the wounded and dead men, grinning. He has taught his men well.
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"Hey! Sorry I'm late!" Mina chuckles nervously, going up the steps and to the shop. "I have the new set all ready."
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Oliver is thrilled at what he sees when he steps onto the field. Soldiers fighting and getting injured left and right, the air seeming to hold the smell of blood in it. He smirks, giving a nod to Randall. "At least someone is doing something right for once. Keep up the good work." He walks up to one of the soldiers lying on the ground, giving him a hard kick. "Get up! I don't have room in my army for such weakness!" He spat at him with a glare.
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