Continuation RP

[Geno]

Here's another "Building" RP. Switch failed horribly, due to inactivity, which forced me into a month long hiatus from here. I've now returned with fresh ideas, and felt like bringing another classic.

You have to make a choice on what happens next. Everyone can make a post for the character, at any time. You just have to be the next one up. When you're posting, make sure to post first, then get ready to edit. If there's already a "Post waiting" going, feel free to add your name. But if you GO OFFLINE at any time during your post, you'll lose your spot, and I'll request a moderator to delete the post.

Our story is as follows:

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"Get over here!"

Three men are darting after Jessica, as she speeds through the field. The forest lay ahead, and she ducks into it, twisting as she goes, trying to lead them off track. The forest is dense, and noone can see too far into it, for all the trees. She leaps down after a minute, and takes off, no guard in sight. She's home free.

Upon reaching the edge of the forest again, she peers out. Nothing for miles. She takes off running. Upon reaching the outer walls of the castle, she glances up. Not a guard there, either. She sneaks in the back passageway, and goes up the staircase.

"Father! Why?"

The king turns around and stares her down.

"MEN! Remove this woman from me at ONCE!"

Jessica would run again, the opposite direction... Into a soldier, and fall to the ground, unconcious...

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Waking up, hours later, she would look around the dungeon, and find the pugnent stench the same as always... Horrible... Chains on her arms, she couldn't get free... Not easily, anyways. No guards on duty... Must be night... She reached up to her hair and pulled out a small metal bobbypin to hold her hair down... Not exactly a lockpick, but it works. The chains unlatch, and she falls to the ground. She then notices a cut across her back... Apparently, they got a slice of her back... The scab that was there now bled... Beautiful... They'd follow her...

Making her way out of the castle, she darts as quickly as she can, while injured, into the forest, again. She makes her way to the cottage she called home... Although run down, it still stood. She cracked open the door, and crashed on the bed...

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The next morning, she got up, and was careful not to tear the scab. She hadn't been found yet, so that's good... But there was a trail of blood to follow. She wasted no time in heading out. She begins her trek for the next area of the kingdom... Sethar. Marketplace of the area. She knows that there, she can get weapons, armor, and maybe a crew with her... Her father is behind this madness, and time will tell what will happen.

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Your realm is a land of mystery. NO mythical beasts are present, and no magic. Beyond that, this is full Medieval. That means horseback, lances, bow and arrows, large crossbows, battering rams, and the like. The two kingdoms are ALLIED, and will not attack each other. However, all you know is that you need to get the king (your father) out of power before he does something worse.

Feel free to continue the story in ANY way you'd like. Just don't change something that you've done... Like...

Me: I go and pick up a bow, knowing this weapon will prove well in my travels... *Finishes post up, leaves*
You: I then realize my bow could be inferiour to a lance, so I go and put it back, then get a lance... *Finishes post*
Another person: The lance works well, but I might need something for short range... So I put that back, and get the sword...

Don't pull that. If someone makes a post, go with it. Advance the story, but give people a chance to post. 3 line posts are NOT acceptable, and anything beyond a few paragraphs is overdone. Try and keep it at a decent length, enough to where you can develop the story... But don't overdo it. Battle sequences are fine, but remember, right now, you're injured, you have no weapons or armor, minus your clothes, and I haven't described Jessica yet. Once you find new party members, control them freely, but guidelines are this:

YOU MUST USE A DIFFERENT COLOR TEXT FOR DIFFERENT MEMBERS.

Eh hem... Excuse that. You can use any of the normal Warboards colors in the advanced menu for each character... But use only one per character. Jessica will ALWAYS be in black text, though, so don't change it. If we run out of colors (By some unholy miricle), we'll begin Bolding, then Italicising, then Bold Italicized colors.

Feel free to do what you will from here on out. The story is... Well... OURS!

~Larry "Geno" Meyers
- BI's RP forum Aide

[Black.Ice]

OOC: Excellent idea.

The morning sun's rays filled the decaying cottage with light. Insects and other rodents scurried around the weathered cottage, oblivious to the turmoil that had occurred in the kingdom the night before. The cool, crisp morning air felt soothing against Jessica's dry skin, as she sat idly in her bed. Her gaze was fixed upon the distant cottage wall, which had been worn thin by termites. From a distance, she would have appeared to be transfixed by some object of immense interest, but in reality, she was simply deep in thought.

Her long, flowing dark-brown hair was in tangles, and fell unevenly around her thin shoulders. Her fair, creamy skin was covered with grime from the previous night of running and being held captive in the dungeon. Her green-eyes, which normally sparkled with joy, were filled with tears of sorrow and burned from grief.

She slowly came out of her trance, and looked around at her surroundings. Her eyes fell upon a small wooden chest in the corner of the cottage, showing obvious signs of damage from the weather. Jessica slowly rose to her feet, and stumbled over to the small chest. Her legs burned and ached from the previous night of running, and her back was sore from the fresh wound.

Jessica slowly sunk to her knees, and creaked open the small chest. Inside was a small black woolen robe that she had stashed away many months ago to keep warm in the cold winter nights when she had snuck out of the castle to be alone. She had almost forgotten about it and was surprised to see it still in the cottage; however, she realized that no one petty thief would wander into the dilapidated cottage to find something of value.

She slowly rose to her feet, and brushed off the heavy robe. If people saw her, they would have thought she was insane to wear a winter robe this time of year, but it was the only thing that she had to hide in. Pulling the hood over her face and wrapping the robe around her thin frame, she slowly exited the cottage.

She had decided what to do, and where to go. She needed to go to Sethar; it was her only option.

[Sirion]

Jessica had decided what to do, and where to go. She needed to go to Sethar; it was her only option.

She didn't really like the market place, is wasn't exactly what one would call friendly. But she needed to get some weapons and maybe a crew, and it was the only place anywhere close that she might be able to slip into unnoticed. She quietly moved through the forest, looking over her shoulder every so often to make sure she wasn't being followed.

It was not long before she reached the road that separated the woods from the plains. She walked onto the road before she could even thought about it. A mistake she would regret.

“You there, stop where you are!” Someone yelled to her left. A quick glance confirmed her fears. Troops. She dashed into the fields, not wanting to be caught.

“That must be her! After her!”

She pushed her aching legs over a mound and ducked back under a rock. She knew this area somewhat and could avoid these troops easily. As the buffoons ran by she slipped back to the road unnoticed. She made a mental note to be cautious around public areas. She eyed the road with unease. She would have to follow it or else risk getting lost, but more troops may be patrolling it. She made up her mind and began walking in the direction of Sethar.

Nothing really eventful happened on the long walk to Sethar, other than some more troops almost spotting her. She arrived at the market city around dusk. Being the largest market place in the area one may think that it would be more difficult to get inside. But there were always people entering and leaving, it would be easy enough. She hoped.

[Spdstr]

Jessica walked down the market-place and found a small stall that looked as it had cheap trinkets and gems. She just couldn't resist taking a look for some reason.

All of a sudden a man that was a giant to her, being only 5'4", stopped and looked at her.

"Do I know you?"

She tried to ignore him, but then a group of guards began walking towards her.

"Yes, help me please!"
"Follow me..."

So, she followed this giant and noticed that he seemed to have a muscualar structure to him, although he seemed graceful as he walked her to a safe house.

"What's your name?"
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P.S. Sorry, this is my first time attempting to "RP"...

[Black.Ice]

"What's your name?" The big man asked Jessica, as they walked.

"Ahh, J-" Jessica began, but quickly realized that she shouldn't reveal her name so early.

"Ahh?" The man continued, as he walked slowly through the streets. He turned towards her, and offered her a genuine smile. His face showed years of hardwork, and he possessed an aura of honesty and simplicity.

"Ahh-" Jessica continued, trying to think of a name that begins with A. "Ahhndrea! Andrea!"

"Andrea, eh? Well, what a lovely name! My name's Miller. Miller is what they call me," The man said, offering Jessica a toothy smile.

"Miller, where exactly are we going?"

"Why exactly are you here?" he countered, showing genuine curiosity.

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OOC: Welcome aboard, Spdstr!

Color Code: I'm changing Miller's color to a lighter blue, instead of such a dark once as it's hard to differentiate.