Take Back the Crown

Lo Alyssa

Lo Alyssa

Close you eyes, and open your mind
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:18px;">[PLEASE NOTE! If you were not invited to this roleplay through the creators (myself and @Queen of Fantasy</span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:18px;">then please request to create a character first as this is a roleplay I am hosting off of my instagram account).</span></span></strong> <span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Today, they are meeting. Heroes and villains who were unlikely to meet each other on their own, yet fate has brought them together to embark on a mission that only they can complete… The land of Algoran was a beautiful and prosperous place. But that ended when a daemon lord from the Plains of Syrk invaded. His name was Kavacht, an ancient and powerful being who craved the crown of Algoran and all the power it held for himself. Only the rightful heir to the throne was permitted to wear it, and before Kavacht reached the throne room, the King of that age had his men scatter the pieces of the crown across the land, keeping the daemon from achieving his goals. But the invasion left its scars on Algoran despite his lack of success, for the battles left the land shrouded in darkness and kingless as well. Though the Queen and King died in the attack, their daughter and baby boy who had just been born that day managed to escape through secret tunnels under the fortress. Ten years later, the princess, or simply Lucasta minus the title, and her little brother Lucas, are now working and hiding out in a tavern in the village of Brink. After ten years of living in the shadows, suffering Kavacht’s iron fist while he sits on a throne in Syrk, and seeing how his tyrannical rule has impacted the peoples she was meant to protect and rule, Lucasta has decided to bear her previous title and reclaim her rightful place on the throne. Knowing this journey will be long and hard, she sends word out in hopes that sell swords and all the manner will assist her in her journey. Their meeting place? The tavern. Their goal? Take back Algoran.</span></span></p></div>


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ALL RIGHT EVERYBODY!!! We are starting NOW. My sister @Queen of Fantasy will be starting us off with her character, Princess Lucasta. It's up to you when our group of companions will meet your character(s), if you want to wait to introduce your character, that's all right (just make sure you keep up with the entries so you know what's going on). For example; two of my characters, Svetlana and Yaroslav, will be meeting at the tavern while Hjalmar will be joining them later on the road.


Only rule I have is that everybody takes it slow! Try to stick together in one group instead of getting separated so we're not bombing people with posts. Since there are a lot of people in the roleplay this time, I want everyone to get a chance to put their word in, so be considerate!


@Word Weaver @L1d1ja @OlKaJa77 @Danika @Jayshen @soundofmind @RP Marshall @Abberakelaran @plasticlizard022 @Rydellius @TeeKay @A Simple Egg @QueenSaiko
 

(By the way, shall I mention my character is wearing the "adventure" outfit I made for her in her appearance?)


Lucasta sat in the inn, staring at her hands in thought. Her white hair was tied up, but strands of hair still hung in her face. She twiddled with her thumbs as she waited for the others to arrive. After a few minutes had past, she had become impatient and stood up. She went upstairs and quickly went to Lucas' and her room. She found Lucas still asleep. She didn't know how she could survive the long journey without him. She went over to his bed and shook him gently. "Lucas. We're leaving." She said to him as he opened his eyes. "Pack your things, I'll be waiting downstairs." She nodded, and gave a quick grin. She went back downstairs and waited another few minutes for her companions.
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@A Simple Egg
 
Nomko stood outside the inn, unsure on wether she should even go in or not. It wasn't because she was having second thoughts, but because of a rather embarrassing fact. Nomko was illiterate, and even if her life depended on it she wouldn't be able to read a simple sentence.


"....." Nomko decided to take the risk and walked in, pulling down the hood of her coat and revealing her face as she looked at Lucasta.


"Ah, hello."
 
"Come on, let's go find that princess." Garrett grumbled as he stepped into the inn. Dorian was perched on his shoulder in the shape of a hawk, scanning through the crowd. When the familiar spotted Lucasta, he quickly gestured towards her with his beak and Garrett made his way there. 'Don't play the hey there's also a guy named Dorian on my shoulder card yet. If this ends up being a trap, i want to be a nasty surprise.' Dorian told his mage through their telepathic link. Garrett answered nothing, but said a friendly "Hello." as he walked up to the table at which the princess sat.
 
A raven quietly glided in as a woman opened the door. It landed on top of a dishes shelf near the back, and perched there looking quizzically around. It heard the woman it entered with address someone as Lucasta and looked over, watching the conversation carefully.


@Queen of Fantasy
 
Lucasta stood at the three who entered. She cleared her throat and walked up to them, with her arms crossed. "I presume you are here about the quest?" She questioned. "I am Princess Lucasta, pleasure to meet all of you." She gave a curtsy and gave a weak smile.

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Svetlana and Yaroslav plowed through the muddy roads in the small and boisterous town of Brink, Yaroslav hated the gloomy weather, while his grandmother found joy in almost everything (which included getting soaked to the bone). They drug behind them two wagons full of supplies, pulled by four sturdy horses. They had three extra horses tied to those wagons just in case some folk were without steeds. The clops of their horses echoed off the high planked houses, it was in the evening, so some of the windows glowed from the hearths lit within. It was foggy, and smelled utterly wet and moldy.


Svetlana pulled on the reigns of her horses, Nina and Serk. She glanced up at the sign dangling over a particularly large building, "Ah!" She said, "This must be the tavern."


She hopped off the wagon, handing the reigns to her grandson, "Tie these up somewhere, I'll go ahead in." She said.


She wiped her feet before entering, and then jostled the door open. The smell of freshly baked bread and roasting meats mixed with the sweet smell of newly churned berry mead filled her nostrils, the rooms was deafening with jolly laughter and hollers. She stood there for a moment, glancing around at the tables full of drunken people, trying to spot the princess she came to aid. Yaroslav closed the door behind them after catching up. He pulled his hood down and then pointed at a dark corner by a cracked glass window, there was already a group of people standing there, but what caught his eye was a fair haired maiden addressing them. Svetlana looked in the direction and then smiled, "Yes, that lass does seem to be royalty alright."


They both slithered their way through the obnoxious crowd, and stood before the princess who turned to see them approach. "I presume you are Princess Lucasta?" She asked. But she already knew the answer and continued, "My name is Svetlana." She said bowing, Yaroslav stood still, "and this is my grandson, Yaroslav." She said kicking his leg so he'd bow. "We are humble merchants, coming here to offer out services... I present you my seven strong horses, and two sturdy wagons full of essential supplies. My dagger, and my magic is yours to command." She said with a smile, unsheathing her dagger and presenting it to the princess. Yaroslav rolled his eyes, not wanting to get involved, but begrudgingly presented his duel axes.


They both stood and took a seat at the table, Svetlana sheathed her dagger, "I thought it was about time I went on another adventure." She said with a wide grin, hardly containing her excitement for the journey ahead.
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"..." Nomko frowned at the entrance of the rather talkative Svetlana and but quickly went back into a stoic expression as she didn't want to cause any unwanted attention. And plus, she should probably be using this opportunity to actually socialise.


"Princess, may I ask how many people will be accompanying you on this journey?" Nomko asked quietly, the raven haired woman unsure on how to act around royalty, or even strangers in general.
 
"Yes," Garrett answered the princess question and noded, bowing his head a little. "I am here to offer you my help, my magic and sword, for your quest." He said, ignoring Dorians rather sarcastic comentary about all others. The familiar only examined the so-far assembled people, determining how much of a threat they were or were not.


'I like the two magic-weilders. Their auras are nice.' He told Garrett telepathically after finally counting the number of weapons currently at close proximity.


'But you won't trust them as far as you can throw them.' The warlock replied in the same way.


'I can throw people quite far with magic, for your information. Yet you were correct despite the wrong turn of phrase.'
 
The raven hopped up to the edge of the cabinet. People seemed to be gathering, but so far the most interesting was the woman who smelled strongly of old magic. The man with her smelled of magic as well, but smelled younger. She glided down and landed on the woman's shoulder, her talons sinking into the fur ruff around her neck. Quickly she ran her beak through the woman's hair and cawed.


(@Lo Alyssa your character would likely be able to detect that she was not a normal raven, though the extent of that I leave to you)
 
[QUOTE="Lo Alyssa]Svetlana and Yaroslav plowed through the muddy roads in the small and boisterous town of Brink, Yaroslav hated the gloomy weather, while his grandmother found joy in almost everything (which included getting soaked to the bone). They drug behind them two wagons full of supplies, pulled by four sturdy horses. They had three extra horses tied to those wagons just in case some folk were without steeds. The clops of their horses echoed off the high planked houses, it was in the evening, so some of the windows glowed from the hearths lit within. It was foggy, and smelled utterly wet and moldy.
Svetlana pulled on the reigns of her horses, Nina and Serk. She glanced up at the sign dangling over a particularly large building, "Ah!" She said, "This must be the tavern."

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On the tall lookout tower in the town of Brink, a statue of an imp was perched on its ledge. Its mossy covered hands were holding onto its round cheek bones as it looked down at the town's muddy streets. His deep stone eyes scanned the pedestrians as they trudged around the town square, going about their dreary routine. Coming up the road, a horse drawn wagon, full to the brim with supplies, pulled up to town's tavern. The sculpture on the tower remained motionless as an elderly woman entered the inn while her companion, a twenty-year-oldish man, tied the horses up. After the two intriguing individuals entered the tavern, the stone imp's left eyebrow raised up, making a grinding noise.


Interesting, the stone Imp thought to himself.
 

Svetlana turned to the raven that chose her shoulder as her perch. "Aren't you a handsome bird!" She exclaimed and ran her fingers through it's inky feathers, she lowered her voice, "I bet you look just as fair in your true form." She said in a whisper, knowing this raven was special. "You wanted to get closer to the action, huh? You're welcome to stay on my shoulder for awhile longer."

@Abberakelaran​
 
(I'll put telepathy in color so that ot is easier to understand)


'Pay attention to the bird. It may not be what it looks like.' Dorian noted 'So you're not the only sneaky and distrustful one here. You must feel at home.' Garret held back from rolling his eyes. "Are we waiting for many more people?" He then asked, looking at the five, counting the raven, people before him.
 
Lucasta shrugged. "I do know there will be more people, but I do not know the number of people." She replied. She focused her attention at the old woman, and smiled. "Thank you, Svetlana. That is very generous."

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The raven quietly bobbed it's head, and turned to look over the assembled people. Magic was strong in the air, and she felt the presence of another shape-shifter, likely the other bird. She tilted her head looking at the hawk for a moment, but then she went back to grooming the hair of her new perch. Even a bird should not let a compliment go un-returned after all.


@Lo Alyssa (My character is probably going to wait to reveal herself till more people shows up, as she wants to make sure of who she is revealing herself to)(we should maybe wait till the other people can respond for a bit?)
 
Nomko shifted uncomfortably, needlessly adjusting her dark red dress in hopes of distracting herself till the others came.


'Should I try to approach one of them? But what if they dislike me? What if I mess up and accidentally insult them? I wonder how my siblings are doing. Siblings. That's right. There's supposed to be a prince.' Nomko thought to herself, before quietly waking next to Lucasta.


"Excuse me, but there isn't there supposed to be a young prince present?" Nomko asked, too nervous to look at her in the eye.
 
'That's a fair point.' Garrett thought to himself, looking around and taking note of Nomko's nervousness.


Meanwhile Dorian kept staring at the crow, trying to figure out what kind of shifter it might be. After a while he gave up and flew down from his mage's shoulder to perch on the rafters overhead, getting a better wiew point while still being able to hear everything.
 
A man entered the tavern, he stood near the entrance while looking around the tavern for the most princess-looking girl there. He had never saw the princess before-or any royalty for that matter-and this was making him slightly nervous. If he made the wrong guess, it would make his life a whole lot harder but when he saw the group around Lucasta, his gut feelings told him that was the Princess' group and decided to take a leap of faith. Figuratively, of course.


He approached Lucasta. "Excuse me, my name is Ferrix but not to be rude, are you the Princess?"
 
Seeing as Ferrix was now talking with the princess, Nomko slipped away from the pair to go to the edge of the room, sighing.


'Should I talk with the other people? Yes. But can I talk to other people? Debatable.' Nomko thought to herself, trying to forge herself to engage in a conversation with someone.


"You can do this... Probably." Nomko said to herself, fiddling with some of her black hair.


'I haven't been outside my village in years. I know no one here. But it's never too late? I think.' Nomko built up her courage and decided to approach Svetlana, as she got a nice vibe from that old looking woman despite her energetic personality.


"H... Hello."
 
The very back of the tavern was shrouded in shadow, a dark secluded area where someone could sit if they did not want to be noticed. This fact of course, was exactly what Nameen had in mind. None of the several newcomers, now gathered in a group surrounding the one addressed as Lucasta, took a second glance at her when they passed the table.


At first, Nameen attempted to ignore the band, as was her approach to most things, but as humans and animals alike continued to file in, she could not help but take interest in what they were discussing. With her one good eye, Nameen scanned each stranger in turn, before she finally focused on the centre of attention. Lucasta. Nameen, like most, knew that this was the name of the Algoran princess. But what Lucasta was doing in a tavern in Brink, she had no idea.


With heightened curiosity, Nameen began to watch the band more intently. She found herself sitting up straighter, unusually not trying to remain inconspicuous to other eyes.
 
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'There's yet another mage here, interesting.' Dorian noted about Ferrix, but then turned to look at the newest person of interest, the one who was sitting at the more secluded tables. He stared at her intently from his perch on the rafters.


'Someone seems curious. Maybe you should talk to her?' The familiar sent out yet another message to Garret. The mage turned to smile friendlily at Nameen and to wave her over.
 

"Why, hello there!" She said, brushing the raven on her shoulder once more. "Quite a merry band that has gathered, don't you think?"

@QueenSaiko


(Hey guys!!! Let's try to give other people a chance to join, there's a lot to catch up on already! We should all give the others a chance, except for Princess Lucasta whom everyone is addressing.)
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Nameen was only slightly surprised at the gesture, which was sent by a man belonging to the group across the tavern, a hawk perching lightly atop his shoulder. What confused her the most was the welcoming expression that came along with the movement. Most people, if she allowed them to see her, would only stare at the jagged red scar splitting her left eye and her near-white skin. In the many eyes she'd met over the years, she'd seen pity, disgust, and mild curiosity along with so many other emotions. But what they all had in common was that they all turned away after brief moments. So for Nameen, this experience was unfamiliar.


Very slowly, Nameen pushed herself away from the table, and stood. She walked cautiously towards the man with the hawk, suspicion building in her chest as it did to any unusual happening.
 
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"Hi, I'm Garrett." The mage greeted, completely unbothered by Nameen's appearance- he had seen many different people in his travels and few things could faze him. Plus he knew that it would be impolite to act with her differently than he did with others. "I noticed you were looking at this little gathering, curious about what's happening?" He asked in his usual friendly tone.


'Turn down the charm dummy. We're not among friends.' Dorian sent to Garrett 'It's not like you will listen' he added only to himself before flying off again towards the rafters.
 
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