The Path From Fayland - Official RP

Nami

Nami

One Thousand Club

THIS IS WHERE THE ROLEPLAY WILL BEGIN

​



This role play will begin in the small village of Bellford, within Fayland, where your elf lives (they could have just moved there or may simply be visiting as well, remember, feel free to use your imagination.) A couple of elves, including your elf, have received an invitation in their mailbox.


Invitation:


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdcf698a4_Anime-girl-look-at-the-letter_1680x1050copy1.jpg.13289e29a481ce57e7f4dacb9e99768a.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="2702" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2013_07/57a8bdcf698a4_Anime-girl-look-at-the-letter_1680x1050copy1.jpg.13289e29a481ce57e7f4dacb9e99768a.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


This will be a great way to have the characters all come together and be introduced right at the start.


And from there, you shall all begin the role play!

​


 

Attachments

  • Anime-girl-look-at-the-letter_1680x1050 copy1.jpg
    Anime-girl-look-at-the-letter_1680x1050 copy1.jpg
    56.2 KB · Views: 257
Last edited by a moderator:
For a moment....the land was still. The early morning sun kissed the horizon. The only part of Roslyn that could be seen was her emerald green eyes peering through the tall grass. She had been silently following a lone deer for nearly a mile now, waiting for the precise moment to strike. With a deep breath, Roslyn draws her bow. As she breaths out, she takes steady aim, her eyes completely focused on her target making everything else around her obsolete. Just as she is about to let loose her deadly arrow, a thundering voice comes from behind her scaring off her pray.


"Roslyn! This mail arrived for you today.". It was her eldest brother Kayden. With a sigh, Roslyn rolls her eyes and marches over to Kayden "I had the perfect shot and you ruined it" she huffed at him. Kayden smirks "You will never be as good of a shot as me and you know it." he teased. Roslyn glares at him "Give that here." she grabs the scroll from his hands and opens it up. She reads over it and sees she has been invited to a bonfire in the evening. She slightly cringed at the thought. She was never extremly social. She took pride in working hard and being disciplined in her hunting. Social endeavors always took a back seat to the rest of her work.


The rest of the day leading up to the bonfire went by as any other. She done her daily chores, got harassed by her brothers, cooked the meals, and target practice every chance she got. At seven, Roslyn headed through town to the bonfire, bow strapped to her back. She could see the warm glow behind the general store. She stayed back a little ways, lurking in the shadows seeing who would show up.
 
Ivy Alssiada stares at the note in her hand.


Bonfire? Hmm. She wonders who will be there. There a quite a few unfamiliar faces around town, possibly all because of her extreme shyness. She can hear her mother’s voice echo in her mind.


“Come on, Ivy. It’ll be fun” Ivy feels as if it’s actually her mother speaking. She smiles a little and picks up her golden harp off the table. She quickly straps it onto her back and leaves Bellford Inn where she currently rents out a room to live it. After all, she has no parents.


She opens the front door and steps out into the cool twilight air. She takes a deep breath. She jogs over to the general store and the smell of smoke fills the air. Using her keen sense of smell, she follows it over to a clearing in the woods. No one seemed to be there yet though.


“This is awkward.” She mutters.


She sits on a log and she pulls the harp off her back and strums the notes to her favorite song and she cant help but hum along softly as she waits for the others.
 
Faye was leaning forward, poking at the crackling flames of the fire pit with a thin stick. The midnight sky was full of bright stars and the full moon shone luminously overhead. Faye loved nights like this. She remembered the days when her and her grandfather would come out here and he would tell her ancient tales of the outside world. She had learned quite a lot from those stories..not to mention, she had always wanted to see all of it for herself. She wanted to leave this place behind and learn what was out there.


Faye looked up, awaiting the others who should be arriving anytime soon. Ever since her grandfather passed away, she had lit up her own fire and sat out behind the general store alone. Though, she realized it wasn't the same. No, it would never be the same. No one could replace her wonderful grandfather. However, she still needed storytelling in her life. So, she decided she would send out an anonymous invitation to others around the village for a bonfire.


Faye knew some of the kids around Bellford, but she was very independent and didn't approach anyone very often. She had been friends with Ivy for a couple years now, but she didn't hang around many others. She'd speak to them once in a while, but that's about it. Faye realized it was time, though. She realized it was time to gather everyone around. 
Faye looks up, seeing that Ivy has just settled down on the log on the opposite side of the fire pit. Faye sat silently, allowing Ivy to play the beautiful melody that came from her golden harp. Faye smiled to herself and thought, Ivy didn't even notice I was here, yet.


After another minute or two, Faye stood up. "That's a really pretty song you've been playing, Ivy."
 
Darian ran a hand through his messy gray locks. He was studying a particularly difficult lightning spell that he needed to feel prepared for his goal of venturing outside of the Fayland. Darian thought of his mentor's words, 'Concentrate. First, clear your mind. Then, visualize the raw, primal power of lightning. Nothing can contain it, only direct it. Now, imagine yourself as that conduit. Channel the energy, let it flow naturally through you to your target. And...' Suddenly, a know on the door ruined his concentration, and the gathering lightning crackled off, hitting and charring the ceiling, bookshelves, and blasting a hole through the door.


Through that hole, Darian could make out the wide, terrified eyes of one of the Court's messengers. "Uh... sir, there's a letter for you." Darian was irked that his training had been interrupted, so he snapped at the courier. "Well... what are you waiting for, an invitation? Send the letter under the door, then leave before I aim some lightning through that hole!" Quickly, the messenger did as told and scurried off.


'Perhaps I was too harsh...' Darian mused. 'Anyway, let's see what this letter holds, shall we?' He opened the letter, scanned it quickly, memorized the time and place of the bonfire, and then burned the paper with a simple flick of his hand. 'Whatever this is, I don't want anyone following me. Since it is in such an odd area, perhaps it is best that I don't identify myself as having any affiliation with the Court. After all, Uncle Calaer wouldn't want any bad repercussions, and I don't think Mentor would approve either.'


'Now, what to bring...' Darian thought. He grabbed a satchel with stitched runes to allow it an increased capacity. Next, he grabbed some simple supplies, such as some food, water, and a health kit he always kept in case of emergency. Then, he stowed away some spell books that he liked to keep on hand to continue his training. Putting the satchel over his head, he quickly grabbed his customary notebook and swung his trusty runed sword onto his back.


Darian quietly headed out of his door and crept out of the Court's grounds. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be out, so it was in his best interest to simply go directly to the bonfire. As it was, Darian was thinking of visiting a boy named Nook. Nook was Darian's best friend. They met when Nook, who was an exceptional swordsman, came to try to garner the tutelage of the King's best warriors at the King's Court. The two boys met since Darian resided there, and they hit it of right away, having been friends since. Nook's father owned a weapons store. 'Still, perhaps it would be best to visit Nook and see if he got one of these mysterious letters. Perhaps I could even get my armor and sword checked before we leave.' thought Darian. So, he headed off in the direction of Nook's father's shop.
 
Juniper opened the scroll rereading it's contents. Her eyes scanned the paper making sure she had remembered the right information before shoving it into her satchel and heading out of her house. She takes her time walking over to the bonfire. It was quieter at night and peaceful. Smelling smoke she lifted her eyes catching sight of the fire. She was getting close. She could hear some music up ahead.


Approaching the fire she looks at the elves who had already arrived and sat down looking at the fire. It was nice and warm and comforting.
 
Nook barley missed the sharp blades as they fell from the top shelf. The razor edges sliced off a few of his head hairs as he stumbled back with a basket full of supplies which clattered to the ground.


A head of dark blue snapped to his direction. "What the heck you doing back there Nook?! That better have not been merchandise!" His older brother yelled from the store counter. He apparently seemed to care more about the deadly merchandise than his own brother. How about that?!


Nook rubbed his arse and surveyed the damage around him before whispering "Oh Sh*t-" All of the supplies that he been carrying had scattered to the floors and under the aisles not to mention several swords that had been imported from other lands were now very close to his body. How he had managed to survive by a few hairs, he would never know. He carefully stood up and sighed deeply.


"Da*mn, this is going to take all afternoon to clean."
 
Faye chuckles to herself, dropping the stick and lifting her grandfather's handcrafted bow up off the log. She walked over to where Ivy was sitting and took a seat beside her, resting her bow on her lap.


"I wonder where everyone else is.." Faye wondered aloud, looking down the path leading back around the general store.
 
Just then, an elf with short auburn hair and soft, caring eyes the color of emeralds walked by. She looked silently at Ivy and her, then took a seat on one of the other logs.


Faye looked over at her and smiled warmly, "Welcome, and thank you for coming..you're Juniper, right..?"


Although Faye didn't really talk to many of the elves in her village, she knew who everyone was. She tended to observe things, including people.
 
Faye looks at Ivy and grins, "Well, that's what tonight is all about...getting to know other people."


She opened her mouth to say something else, but suddenly stopped to hesitate for a moment. Faye closed her mouth and looked away, silently focusing her pupils on the dancing flames before her. 


Xynia1998 said:
(I'm sorry I have to got I will post tomorrow)
Click to expand...
(Okay, thanks for letting us know! Bye! ^^)
 
Ivy swallowed her insecurities and smiled weakly. She was very shy, but once you got to know her she was super bubbly. "Hello, Juniper, I'm Ivy." She greeted the red head bravely. 
"I suppose so, Faye" Ivy whispered.
 
Once more people started showing up, Roslyn decided it was time to make her presence known. She slowly came out from the covers of the shadows and emerged by the fire. Without speaking she nodded to the others, standing with confidence and pride.
 
Darian arrived at Nook's shop just as Nook was getting to pick up the weapons. "Hey, need a hand there?" he said with a bemused smile. He knelt down and began to help Nook put the weapons back on their respective racks. "I cam here to ask you something." Darian said while he helped. "By any chance, did you receive a mysterious letter about some bonfire? I'm headed there right now, so if you got one, we should go together." He stood up once all the weapons had been put back to their rightful place. "So, what do you say?"
 
Silence rose in the air all around them, leaving only the sound of fire crackling and popping, causing ashes to whirl up into the cool breeze. Faye looked down at her bow, allowing her fingers to softly brush the fine, smooth wood.


"Ivy.." Faye said softly, still looking down at the bow.
 
Ivy looked up at the tall red headed girl that had just come from the woods. "Hello." Ivy nodded with kind eyes as she tucked a strand of pink hair behind her pierced ear. 
"Yes, Faye?" Ivy asked full of concern.
 
Just as she said Ivy's name, she heard footsteps.


Faye then looked up, eyeing the well fit girl with beautiful, long red hair that fell down to her waist. The girl nodded at them, standing confidently beside the fire, allowing it to shine upon her face which had a unique green design.


"Oh, Roslyn," Faye said, a kind grin moving onto her face. "I haven't seen you in what seems like forever.."


She had met her one day out in the vast fields, when they were both out hunting. Ever since then, she hadn't spoken with her though. 
Faye blinked, looking back at Ivy. She stared at her momentarily, unsure of what she was questioning her about.


"Hm?"
 
Faye then looked back to Roslyn and laughed quietly, "No need to stand. Why don't you have a seat somewhere?"
 
(sorry for poofing, my ma decided to have a chat.)


Juniper looks up hearing her name. "Yeah, that's correct." she replies. She turns to the girl who spoke second. "You too" she adds keeping too the formalities. Brushing her hair behind her ear and wets her lips taking in the new arrivals. It was a bit overwhelming seeing all the new faces appear so suddenly.
 
Faye rewinded her brain, trying to remember what she had said.


"Oh," Faye said, more to herself as she remembered, "I was going to tell you something.." 
(It's okay! c: )


"Thanks for joining us tonight," Faye said to Juniper with a welcoming grin.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Users who are viewing this thread

Total: 11 (members: 0, guests: 11)
Back
Top