Fantasy A Fantasy Adventure

[Sempiternal.Jas]

Hello!!

So this is a Roleplay set in the 14th Century! The basic setting is Medieval France but in a fantasy-esque setting!! I'm hesitant on letting fantasy races in (so elves, dwarves, fauns etc.) but I will if you REALLY want me to! If not, then it will be like medieval Earth but with magic and magical creatures!
It was inspired by the game A Plague Tale but you needn't to have played it or know what it is to join!!
Rules
My rules are pretty simple:
No one liners, decent grammar and spelling, no text talk.
abide by the laws of the setting, so no modern technology or time travel or anything
No overpowered characters or...stupid...characters.
You play the stranger walking up the stairs! It is completely up to you why your character is there and who they are!

Thank you!!
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❛ 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. ❜

' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫,
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫,
𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫,
𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐚. '

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‘ Jacques! Do not run far! ‘

‘ I won’t, Avri! ‘

An eastern wind did not herald mercy as it blew through their hair and the leaves and the grass. It was a wind which infamously killed sailors on the high seas, and travellers upon the autumnal track. Though, with such spirit as his rotting-leather shoes dashed across the mud track, the puddles exploding by his legs, Osiris shall not be taking them today. An orange hue spread across the open forest that they walked through--the evening was upon them, but an hour and they will be in darkness which is what worried Avriel as she pursued her little brother with a swift step.

Such a time to grow up—with The Black Death raging across France and merely being six years old. Despite the scent of death lingering in the air, he ran as though he has not witnessed the massacre of his parents. Avriel followed him across the warm leaves dead upon the cold floor, finding that he had disappeared behind wilting and neglected crops. The trees shielded them from the lowering sun, a vast lake to their left and the unknown before them.

‘ Jacques!? Come out now! This is not funny! ‘

He would call her ennuyeux and terne but, in truth, she did cared. He hid within the crops, the darkness being enough for the creatures to not burn within the direct solar light. White eyes watch him like a hawk, awaiting for it’s moment to tear him to shreds and feast like the beast it so wishes it wasn’t. Though, the moment passed when its heart began to race and it’s breath grew as the little boy leaped from the crops in an attempt to jokingly frighten his big sister. The creature melted into the shadows.

‘ Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me!? It is too dangerous for silly games. ‘

Even in anger, her accent invites a gentle kindness. It was a natively French accent, one which became satisfying to listen to. Jacques’ eyes lowered and he took Avriel’s hand softly.

‘ Alright. Sorry. ‘

She said no more on the matter as they continued to walk through the mud and leaves. It was only until the sun got dangerously tired that they had come across what they had been looking for: Le Château De Vide. It was a castle which used to be owned by a family whom lived within the Dark Ages. It had become abandoned within the early 11th Century and now stands a ruin, unknown to most.

The Château had become their home for the next week or so, the higher kitchens located within the middle of the large tower specifically. Though, just as the sun began to set upon an easterly-cold evening, a shadow made itself known upon the stone spiral staircase that was a ways in front of the large hearth which Jacques and Avriel warmed themselves upon.

She heard the sound of movement through the crackles and flares of the hearth, slowly gripping the old, metal spear of which used to be owned by her father. Jacques was drifting to sleep when he also caught wind of the sound. He flinches gently, oaken eyes wide and looking up at his big sister whom put a finger to her cold lips and a reassuring nod. He gently stood up, allowing the woollen blanket to fall from his shoulders and gripping her hand as she too stood, the spear in her left, a life in her right.

The shadow grew smaller, the footsteps louder though she was waiting at the top with the spear in her hand. Avriel nudged Jacques a little and nodded to a table where he quietly but quickly ran and slid underneath it, watching with a heavy breath as his sister prepared herself for whomever was to walk up those stairs.

' 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝,
𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲,
𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧. '

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