» Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:59 pm Background: This was written by Lady Syl
Spoiler
The Duke of Mania and the Duchess of Dementia are secret lovers. They’re always having petty disagreements that get way overblown, but this time they take their disagreement to another level by ordering their armies to fight each other at the ruins of Cylarne.
Though Syl causes plenty of the problems in her relationship with Thadon, this time it is Thadon’s fault—at least, that’s how Syl perceives it. Thadon, of course, blames Syl for the issue. Here is what happened:
Thadon went to see Syl in her private quarters late one night, after they had retired from their respective courts. But when Thadon arrived, he found Syl pacing her bedchamber, on edge....
“Buttercup, what is troubling you?” Thadon asked.
Syl stopped pacing and looked at him with fire in her eyes. “You’re late. And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Buttercup?”
“Sorry,” he replied, not at all phased by her irritable mood. “There was an issue with the water supply—a dead rat was found floating in the water, and--.”
“You are late because of a rat in your water?” she asked, growing ever more furious. “What kind of pathetic excuse is that? While you were off playing ‘Bobbing for Rats’, I was nearly murdered by the chef!”
“Oh my,” said Thadon, suddenly understanding why Syl was so distraught. “Why, Beloved, what happened? I had no idea!”
“There was chocolate in my custard!” Syl shrieked, trembling.
Thadon looked at her, somewhat bemused, and he took her by the shoulders, and said, “Syl, now I’m sure it was a simple mistake…”
“You know I am allergic to chocolate!” she cried. “I could have died, if Anya hadn’t tasted it when she tested my meal for poison! Thadon, you know how serious this is. How can you brush it off as if it was nothing?”
“It’s not that, my sweet,” he said, stroking her cheek. “It is serious. I am quite relieved that your courtier noticed it before you took a bite. But do you really believe the chef meant to put the chocolate in your custard? That just seems like an awfully silly way to assassinate someone, don’t you think?”
“Silly? How can you call any of this ‘silly’? Thadon, my life was put in jeopardy because of this ‘silly accident’, as you would call it! It is the perfect way to kill someone, when you know they are deathly allergic to something! He knew better than anyone—he’s been my chef for many years, and he was told about my allergy from the beginning! This was no accident!”
“Please, Syl, calm down. All is well. Disaster has been averted.”
He placed a calming touch on her shoulders and she relaxed a little, leaning back on him.
“I’m sorry, Thadon. You just don’t understand what it’s like to have so many people always trying to murder you! Who is to say what they’ll do next? What if next time I am not so lucky?”
“Seriously, Syl, I’m sure that the man was not trying to murder you. Do you really believe that everyone you come in contact with wants you dead?”
“Yes! Don’t you understand? Anyone could be one of them! There is no way of knowing for sure! I can’t take any unnecessary risks—everyone is suspect!”
“Even me?” he asked, to which Syl was stunned. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and she looked at him tenderly, but with tears in her eyes which betrayed her fear.
“Thadon, you know that I trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted another. How can you even think such a thing?”
She closed her eyes as Thadon pulled her close to kiss her. But in the middle of the kiss, Syl stopped and pushed him back to look at his face. “What’s wrong, darling?” he asked, baffled.
“You’ve been drinking felldew again, haven’t you?” she demanded, looking at him with scorn.
“I…may have had a tiny helping,” he replied hesitantly, “to relax after holding court all day. Syl, it’s really not a big deal.”
Syl pounded her fists upon his chest and pulled herself away from him, shouting, “You lied to me! You promised me you wouldn’t take felldew anymore!”
“Syl, you’re being ridiculous! What I do in my spare time is none of your concern! If I am not doing it in front of you, then why does it matter?”
“Because you promised!” she screamed, hitting him again. “You lying, cheating, bastard!”
“Damn it, Syl, that’s enough!” he cried, grabbing her wrists to stop her from hitting him. He shoved her back against the wall, but she spit in his eye, hoping he would release her. But instead he slapped her across the face, so she shoved her knee into his manhood so that he couldn’t hold her against the wall anymore. Thadon yelled from the pain as he let go of her wrists as he bent over, moaning in agony.
Instead of walking away, though, Syl began beating on him again in a fit of rage, yelling and screaming until he finally managed to push her off him, shouting, “That’s enough! If you are going to fly off the handle just because I have a hobby that doesn’t involve torture and blood-shed, then I am leaving! I’ve had enough of your controlling and selfish ways!”
“Fine, then get out!” she shouted after him, though he was already walking away. “I hope you and your precious felldew live happily ever after together!”
When she heard the door slam shut, she let out a cry of frustration and picked up a half-drunk bottle of wine just to throw it across the room….
Though Syl causes plenty of the problems in her relationship with Thadon, this time it is Thadon’s fault—at least, that’s how Syl perceives it. Thadon, of course, blames Syl for the issue. Here is what happened:
Thadon went to see Syl in her private quarters late one night, after they had retired from their respective courts. But when Thadon arrived, he found Syl pacing her bedchamber, on edge....
“Buttercup, what is troubling you?” Thadon asked.
Syl stopped pacing and looked at him with fire in her eyes. “You’re late. And how many times do I have to tell you not to call me Buttercup?”
“Sorry,” he replied, not at all phased by her irritable mood. “There was an issue with the water supply—a dead rat was found floating in the water, and--.”
“You are late because of a rat in your water?” she asked, growing ever more furious. “What kind of pathetic excuse is that? While you were off playing ‘Bobbing for Rats’, I was nearly murdered by the chef!”
“Oh my,” said Thadon, suddenly understanding why Syl was so distraught. “Why, Beloved, what happened? I had no idea!”
“There was chocolate in my custard!” Syl shrieked, trembling.
Thadon looked at her, somewhat bemused, and he took her by the shoulders, and said, “Syl, now I’m sure it was a simple mistake…”
“You know I am allergic to chocolate!” she cried. “I could have died, if Anya hadn’t tasted it when she tested my meal for poison! Thadon, you know how serious this is. How can you brush it off as if it was nothing?”
“It’s not that, my sweet,” he said, stroking her cheek. “It is serious. I am quite relieved that your courtier noticed it before you took a bite. But do you really believe the chef meant to put the chocolate in your custard? That just seems like an awfully silly way to assassinate someone, don’t you think?”
“Silly? How can you call any of this ‘silly’? Thadon, my life was put in jeopardy because of this ‘silly accident’, as you would call it! It is the perfect way to kill someone, when you know they are deathly allergic to something! He knew better than anyone—he’s been my chef for many years, and he was told about my allergy from the beginning! This was no accident!”
“Please, Syl, calm down. All is well. Disaster has been averted.”
He placed a calming touch on her shoulders and she relaxed a little, leaning back on him.
“I’m sorry, Thadon. You just don’t understand what it’s like to have so many people always trying to murder you! Who is to say what they’ll do next? What if next time I am not so lucky?”
“Seriously, Syl, I’m sure that the man was not trying to murder you. Do you really believe that everyone you come in contact with wants you dead?”
“Yes! Don’t you understand? Anyone could be one of them! There is no way of knowing for sure! I can’t take any unnecessary risks—everyone is suspect!”
“Even me?” he asked, to which Syl was stunned. Her mouth dropped open slightly, and she looked at him tenderly, but with tears in her eyes which betrayed her fear.
“Thadon, you know that I trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted another. How can you even think such a thing?”
She closed her eyes as Thadon pulled her close to kiss her. But in the middle of the kiss, Syl stopped and pushed him back to look at his face. “What’s wrong, darling?” he asked, baffled.
“You’ve been drinking felldew again, haven’t you?” she demanded, looking at him with scorn.
“I…may have had a tiny helping,” he replied hesitantly, “to relax after holding court all day. Syl, it’s really not a big deal.”
Syl pounded her fists upon his chest and pulled herself away from him, shouting, “You lied to me! You promised me you wouldn’t take felldew anymore!”
“Syl, you’re being ridiculous! What I do in my spare time is none of your concern! If I am not doing it in front of you, then why does it matter?”
“Because you promised!” she screamed, hitting him again. “You lying, cheating, bastard!”
“Damn it, Syl, that’s enough!” he cried, grabbing her wrists to stop her from hitting him. He shoved her back against the wall, but she spit in his eye, hoping he would release her. But instead he slapped her across the face, so she shoved her knee into his manhood so that he couldn’t hold her against the wall anymore. Thadon yelled from the pain as he let go of her wrists as he bent over, moaning in agony.
Instead of walking away, though, Syl began beating on him again in a fit of rage, yelling and screaming until he finally managed to push her off him, shouting, “That’s enough! If you are going to fly off the handle just because I have a hobby that doesn’t involve torture and blood-shed, then I am leaving! I’ve had enough of your controlling and selfish ways!”
“Fine, then get out!” she shouted after him, though he was already walking away. “I hope you and your precious felldew live happily ever after together!”
When she heard the door slam shut, she let out a cry of frustration and picked up a half-drunk bottle of wine just to throw it across the room….
Who are you?: That depends your either a Mazken or a Aureal, make your choice.
Where are you?: Your lord/lady has sent you to Cylarne, which is rumored to be the capital of the Isles before New Sheoth was built.
What are you doing?: You are currently marching to the ruins, when you get their you see your rival army and old wounds are reopened.
Rules
1. Me and Lady Syl are the bosses
2. Use the OOC thread to talk about the RP.
3. Your not god your character will get hurt.
3. No arguments between each other.
4. Romance is fine.
5. You can't control another person's character unless given permission.
6. Be realistic with your character.
7. Try to get in a min 3 sentences per post.
8. Don't cause trouble.
9. Have Fun.
10. Try to post in at least three times a week.
Character Sheet
Name: (Your characters name)
Gender: (Are they a boy or a girl?)
Age: (How old are they)
Race: (Aureal or Mazken)
Skills – 10 max – non game skills allowed: (Your skills)
General Appearance: (What they look like)
Weapons: (What weapons do they use?)
Armour/Clothing: (What armour they wear/ Most likely the Mazken or Aureal armour)
Other Items: (Do they have any other items, what are they?)
Personality: (What type of person are they?)
Brief History: (What has their life been like? What has happened to them?)
We want 5 people per team not including us GMs. I'm in charge of the Aureals while Syl is charge of the Mazken. PM all character sheets to either me or Lady Syl for approval.
