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Medieval Fantasy Rp

Venonmious

i dont like maths ; 3 ;
Ryuunosake only please :3


Uhm- who starts? And do you want a character bio or no? Because I'm fine without one.
 
Alright.


Cecilia let out a soft huff, her breath showing in the cool night air. A soft smile crossed her face, as she pulled her cape a little bit tighter around herself to fight the cold.


After many tries and fails to escape the kingdom she had lived in her entire life, she had finally succeeded. And being the fairly klutzy girl she was, that was a huge achievement. The only reason she wanted to escape wasn't because of her ruler. It was the fact that you couldn't see the nighttime sky inside of the kingdom's walls. She had always read about the gorgeous wonders that the vast inky darkness held, so she longed to see it for herself.


She let out a soft giggle, and flopped down on the gently frosted grass, gazing at the sky.


Sorry for taking so long, my mom was very aggressively dragging me into shopping with her.
 
Darius walked down the path leading away from the castle, humming a soft tune to himself. He had just collected a decent bounty on a group of bandits that had been terrifying the local villages. He looked up at the sky and admired the stars shining brightly over head. "It's a good night, but storms are coming..." he said quietly to himself. He was a quiet young man, he was strong and lean, he had the build of a swordsman and the longsword on his right hip attested to that. He paused hearing a soft giggle,he considered moving on but his curiosity got the best of him as he navigated his way towards the sound. He spotted the girl laying in the grass and rapped on a nearby tree so as to not cause her panic, "Are you lost..?"


Lol it's ok
 
She squeaked, and quickly sat up at the sound.


"I'm sorry- please don't punish me I'll uh-" She stammered, before realizing he wasn't a guard. She laughed, and laid back down in relief.


"I'm sorry! I thought you were a guard!" She giggled, grinning at him. She flipped herself over on her stomach.


"I'm Cecila America Katherine Ney. Seamstress and swordmaster, at your service." She hummed, gently fixing the light brown braided bun atop her head.
 
He examined the woman closely. "Why would I punish you?" His hand dropped instinctively to his sword instantly assuming the worse, but relaxed slightly upon considering the situation, he bowed lightly, before saying, "I am Darius. Its a pleasure." He extends his hand to her, "it's not safe out here at night...I shall escort you back to the castle."
 
She frowned, and took his hand, standing up.


"But I don't want to go back. This is my first time actually seeing what I've heard in books and believed to be fantasy." She huffed
 
He shrugged, "Very well it's your choice.." Darius turned to leave and then sighed knowing his conscious wouldn't allow him to just leave her there alone. Against his better judgement he turned to her, "Listen miss..If you'd like you may accompany me...I'm on my way to the next village over, I've some work to do there, and it would be safer to travel together." He brushed his shoulder length raven black hair from his bright blue eyes.
 
Her bright green eyes instantly lit up, and she smiled again.


"Really? I'd love to!" She giggled, gently taking his hand in hers. "Thank you!"
 
He nodded but released her hand, "just stay close..." he sighed navigating back to the road. "We will continue on for a little longer before we make camp..we should reach the village in the morning." He set off at a steady pace, he glanced over shoulder asking, "coming..?"
 
She nodded, and quickly ran over to his side.


"If we're going to be adventuring together, I want to know more about you!" She grinned up at him


((How tall is he? Because she's very short- at 5'1"))
 
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, " Then ask..But know I may choose not to answer." He adjusted his belt, correcting how his sword set as he walked side by side. He actually was wondering about this crazy woman he found laying in the grass in the middle of the night, but he kept his expression and demeanor stoic and calm.


(He's tall just below six foot he stands at 5'10")
 
His eyes drifted downward before answering, "It was a little town called Wolfridge, it set in between two large mountains. At least it used too.." he paused and sighed quietly, before looking up, "Next question."
 
"Hmm... What's your race?"


((Keep in mind that this is fantasy, and that she's asking about if he's human or not.))
 
He actually laughed quietly, "I'm full blooded human. I've met the elves and dwarves. Humans and elves are harder to tell apart but trust me I'm human. Any more questions?" He was beginning to relax and gave her a slight smile.
 
She giggled, and nodded.


"I'm something different. I'm not really sure what the name is though." She hummed.


"But uhm- what's your occupation?"
 
He came to a stop and thought about the question, "hmmm...well I doubt there's an actual name for what I do. I'm a hunter of sorts. I hunt monsters and demons. As well as the occasional bandit. All in all I hunt the bad things in this world." He smiled patting his sword proudly, "I'm pretty good at it as well."
 
"I'm pretty sure that's a bounty hunter. Or a mercenary." She giggled, fixing her hair again


"Hmm... I'm out of questions. You can ask me some!"


Sorry for taking a bit, my mom is still dragging me around.
 
He smiled, "Hmm...alright, where are you from? And how old are you?" He paused and looked up the sky judging the time by the moon's position. "We camp here for a few hours, then move on"
 
She nodded, and sat down.


"I'm from the kingdom that was back where you found me. And uhm- I'm 28..."
 
He nodded listening to her as he began gathering some firewood making a small pile and then kneels on front of it as a rune glows bright red on his palm and a small fire ball ignites the pile of wood creating a small fire, and then looks at her, "There's no way your twenty eight. You barely look of age. It's hard to believe your older than me by two years."
 
She stuck her tounge out at him.


"Fine, fine. I'm 25. What's the difference?" She huffed, laying down
 

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