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The OOC thread
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The Heroes of the dark

[music] (No, slender won't appear)

The sun rises upon Veerain, six souls shall step on a quest that may save the world or doom it. After all, five of them weren't in the prophecy after all.

Kyle Johnson

You awaken in your bed in the Royal guards quarters. There your bed, soft and warn, your chest, holding your armour(The looks of the Veerain's royal guard armour is up to you, purple is forbidden because of a history of wars with a mostly purple country) and your weapons(Main and backup, you maybe royal guard, but the weapons are still mass produce so no hook and chain and stuff like that.), your bookbase of 30 books or so and the window that the sun is showing through.

Yolantha

You are making the rounds at your hospital, a under funded one, but you make do. It a quiet and wore down building. You are aware of meeting with the ailing queen you have soon.

William Ashworth

In your mansion, you search through your clothes. On your mantelpiece, an invitation from the king, for the party of his 30th year on the throne. You have half a mind to blow it off, but with your past, you don't wish to anger him, even if he seem easy going.

Bitesti the Gold

You look at the letter as through it would disappear. You have always been at odd with the king, with him having a dim view of the Church having anything to do with the military, pointing out the country of Oban, a worst case of a church military that took over the place and turned it into a hellhole. But it seem your dog eared determination has made the king view you as not that bad, the invitation in your hand show that.

Aria Weatherhood

You look at your home. A farm and a house outside the city. You look at your cart, loaded with armours and weapons for the army, to take to the palace. You feel for your hammer, unnecessary, but you feel better with it.

Mahriana

You brush off your high class dress. There a party at the palace, lots of targets. The king off limits, you heard what happen to the last woman who tried that. You have the idea that the queen made up the illness it just to lure in people so she would have fresh meat to hurt.

[Gamerlord]

PTW.

[Harry Baldman]

As Yolantha gets her cloak, putting it on over her regular clothes, she notices Alfred's bearlike form in the doorframe leading to the wards. He is looking at her questioningly. Yolantha briefly considers what he might want. She had already given him the feeding instructions, the procedures to be done, the...

Oh, right. There was that fellow in the lunatic ward, the one with the biting problem, he was supposed to be let out of the cage today, wasn't he? He had been good lately (possibly due to the said inwardly-spiked cage on his head), sure, but still, after his previous behavior, she wouldn't place her trust in the man so easily again. Then again, there was the way he looked at her now - it was different. The herbal mixtures and physical procedures had done their work - the fellow seemed as docile as a sheep now, and twice as frightened of her. The healing process could begin. After all, if something goes wrong, she can always repeat the procedures again and again. This would have to be made clear to the man, but not today. Today was a special day.

"You can remove the good reverend's regulatory accessory, dearest Alfred. I'm sure he will appreciate that. And if he does not, I'm sure you know what to do."

Alfred, poor mute fellow, tilts his head quizzically.

"The procedure I demonstrated on Mr. Graham last Wednesday, remember?"

The large man's eyes widen in surprise.

"Now, I know this will be your first unsupervised doctor-level procedure, but I'm sure you can handle it, Alfred. I believe in you. You can help these men and women, I'm sure of it!"

Alfred smiles widely at this expression of trust in his abilities.

"Go and show them what you're made of, my brother. Don't let them intimidate you - you have the tools, they do not. Always remember that! And always make sure they cannot reach the tools in any event, I'm sure you know why."

Her brother nods and disappears soundlessly into the wards, going about the regular day-to-day business of the hospital. Soon, only the distant screams of one particularly disturbed patient named Mr. Parr fill the hallways. Eventually those are cut short as well. Alfred worked fast.

With a smile on her face, Yolantha prepared to go visit the queen, packing up her requisite tools and tonics for the diagnosis and treatment of the most common and simple ailments. She sincerely hoped the queen was alright. Wouldn't want to keep her here, that's for sure. Quaint though the hospital may be, it was definitely not up to royal standards. Why, she'd have to soundproof the lunatic ward at the very least for that to be the case.

Prepare to presumably visit the queen - far be it from her to journey here, no?

[Empiricist]

William carefully inspected his clothes, a habit from his younger years which helped prevent any backstabbing by his capricious and often treacherous associates. Satisfied that no incriminating evidence or, more relevantly, stylistic faux pas was present, William quickly dressed himself. He then reads over the letter again while estimating the distance between his mansion and the party trying to discern whether it would be practical just to walk there. William always forgoes modes of transport that require the assistance of his servant, it makes him seem humble. Or more accurately, makes him seem to be trying to seem humble when in actual fact, he's just grown accustomed to it over the years. William glances aside to a locked drawer. If he's going to walk to the party, he'll bring the misericorde with him for self-defense purposes. Most fellow nobles would ignore it anyway since his his eccentricities were well known amongst the aristocrats.

[kj1225]

Kyle was confused. To be exact he didn't know why he woke up holding his armor. It was a good set of equipment to be sure, but he didn't have deep emotional connection to it. Yes, the helmet shined like a star when it was in the sun but that was more respect for his position than anything else. Being in the royal guard meant many things but all but three of them are meaningless. The three that aren't are very important however. First, you get a snazzy suit of a scale armor with an animal that is decided by your superiors. Kyle's armor had an image of a bat on it. Sometimes he thinks his superiors wanted to dick with him when they assigned him a bat. The second big perk was the fact you get a sword and side arm of your choice. Kyle's weapons were a dagger and a rapier. The final perk is that it's a hit with the ladies.

"Time to get up I suppose."

Kyle says moving his armor to the side carefully and getting up. He took of his sleeping clothes revealing a body sculpted by the strict training regimen the royal guard is faced with making them the all the attractive people associated with the guard. Never say the king doesn't care about appearances.

Kyle pulls on his torso armor, then the pauldrons, and lastly the actual arms on his armor. Then he moves onto the legs and greaves. And finally, he puts on his helmet.

He has the worst schedule a guard could get in the castle. First he has to guard the queen when she has a healer getting a look at her, no doubt she'll be moaning and bitching, and then he got night duty for the kings party. Oh well, could be the fire swamps.
On that cheery note Kyle leaves his room to eat and then report for duty at the queens chambers.

[GreatWyrmGold]

((I've been at odd with the King?))

Well. This was certainly interesting.

Open the invitation before I get my hopes too high.

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Yolantha

You gathers the items and put them in your bag. It a 3 minutes walk to the palace.

William Ashworth

William Ashworth

You have been invited to King Richard the missing blade's thirtieth year of ruling celebration.

The dress code is formal and you may bring one weapon if one must be armed and must be declared. Failure to do so will have you arrested under possible treason to the king.

We look forward to your present.

The palace is only 2 minutes walk away.

Kyle Johnson

(party is more like midday. Also the chest is holding the armour and weapons, but I like your view more.)

You head for the mess hall, eat a quick breakfast, punch Tom Green in the face as is the normal greeting between you two and walk into the bedroom of the queen.

"Ah Kyle isn't it? *Cough*" The queen, Mary the Steel Fist, lay in bed. 40 years of age, grey eyes and long blonde hair.

Bitesti the Gold

(the letter the same as William's with your name instead)

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Kyle and Tom have such an interesting relationship...))

"Ah, excellent."

Dress up in my best clothes. After a moment's thought, bring a weapon and make sure it's declared. A rapier or something like that if I have it, a dagger if not...if I lack both of those, let me know what I have access to.

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Bitesti the Gold

You put on your best clothes(up to you) and look around your collection. Your lack of money mean that maintaining it made up of the easier to look after types. You had a rapier but that snap a while ago. You narrow the choices to the most presentable ones, a bastard sword, a battle axe and a glaive.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Definitely the sword. Axes are barbaric, polearms are for foot-soldiers, and both are bulky. Not that a hand-and-a-half is little, mind...me..."

Stop talking to myself. Head to the celebration if it is the appropriate time. Be sure to announce my weapon, in case they can't see it.

[Harry Baldman]

As Yolantha approached the palace, she was assaulted by its rather gaudy look today, with all the colorful banners and such. She never liked the palace. It was both rather intimidating and imposing, not to mention a bit hard to take seriously with its overly massive and impressive structure. An overbearing structure like that always has something to hide, she thought, and it was rarely pleasant.

Go into the castle, informing any guards that ask about my arrival that I am here to see and diagnose, not to mention possibly treat the queen and whatever ailments she may have.

[kj1225]

Kyle bows as is customary.
"Yes, it is I, mi'lady."

[Rolepgeek]

Mahriana pulled on her dress to straighten it, looking to make sure her knife was still strapped to her thigh. No one got anything without payment, that was for damn sure. "maybe there'll be a duke present...it'll be interesting to tear one away from his wife..." Mahriana smiled at th thought. She'd done it before, but not to a duke. A national scandal it would cause. And she wouldn't have to service herself out for years if it worked.

[kahn1234]

Aria sighs. this must be the 5th shipment of equipment in as many weeks. Her entire family, plus the majority of their employees have been hard at work constructing dozens of sets of armour and weapons of all shapes and sizes for everything from the kings Guard to the regular foot.

Well, better get this over with. I hope the horses can put up with this much work....

Sighing again, wondering if she will ever meet a nice handsome man to take part of her burden, she lifts herself up into the driving seat, reaching for the whip as she does so. Whipping the horses into movement, she idly rubs the head of her forge hammer, hoping she wont need it. There have been reports of strange happenings recently.

Whatever it is better stay away else there will be strange hammerings if it interferes with me.

Chuckling to herself at her little bad joke, she pulls her shawl closer around her shoulders, keeping an eye out for anything unusual on and at the side of the road, the sharpness in her eyes betraying her fear behind the brave mask she wears.


(I assume it is a horse driven cart? I dont think a single girl would be able to push an entire cart load of armour and weapons all the way to a city.)

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Bitesti the Gold

You take your sword and wait.

Yolantha

You quickly walk through the checkpoint and into the Queen's bedroom. There is the queen and a royal guard.

Yolantha and Kyle Johnson

Yolantha flashes her pass and Kyle relaxes his grip on his rapier ever so slightly. Yolantha opens her bag and get to work.

Mahriana

You take to the rooftops. The thing about city planning it that it forget why it build something in the first place. The palace may of been a fortress long ago, but with the ever expanding scrawl, you land inside the palace walls, they may as well give you the keys.

(I assume that you wanted to get in eventually so I went with the likely choice.)

Aria Weatherhood

You get to the palace without anything of note. The guards thank you and start unloading the cart. You sigh, it was going to take awhile. You could go inside the Palace, the horses are not going to get nick here or you could stay here, you seen the palace before after all.

Bitesti the Gold

You arrive at the palace a little soonish, but better early then late.

Yolantha and Kyle Johnson

It just a very bad flu, Yolantha just write out a list of herbs and substances to help with it along with a course of when she should take and how much. Kyle notices the time, party is about to start.