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Forsooth and be aghast able bodied men of our fair haven, the mighty Castle Alnwick. We are nigh besieged! Even as this proclamation is writ, the troops of His Magesty Henry IV, King of England, march upon this place of his Lordship Henry Percy, 1st Earl of Northumberland! Our allies, the unconquerable troops of Lord Edmund Mortimer, 5th Earl of March, do verily travel to give us aide in these troubled times. We have but hold the walls against the enemy unto the time our deliverance be arrived! We seek men-at-arms to hold the walls in defense against the paltry forces our enemy fields against these impregnable walls. Fear not citizenry of Alnwick. The blacksmiths doth forge the finest weaponry, armorers doth pound out protective armor, the atilliators craft strong crossbows to protect us, and even now our lord’s knights begin manning the walls to bring the fight to our would be conquerors. Men of Alnwick, string your strongly hewn longbow, sharpen your swords and axes, and strike fire to the oil defenses. To arms, to arms! We will know nothing but victory!
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The Game:
Greetings fellow players! Sit a spell at the campfire, and let’s weave a story of medieval proportions. The storyline is fairly simple. We are all people that are under the protection of Lord Henry Percy, 1st Earl of Northumberland. The place we play in is within a formidable castle of strong design and structure, Alnwick Castle, unless of course your story carries you outside the protective walls into the jowls of the army gathered by Henry IV, King of England.
The Rules:
Have fun. The same every time a new RP opens static rules apply. Specifically, The West Forum rules, as well as Campfire Stories Forum rules apply. Other rules specific to this story include; one character per player, no character kills without express permission from its player, era appropriate gender roles, and era appropriate technology. If you have questions about what I mean by that, I will be happy to clarify via IM. The style of RP will be freeform, so it is on the player to create the scenes for their character, as opposed to an OP dictating the story’s direction.
Character Creation:
You can, of course, play either gender you choose. Because this is a siege RP, it may behoove you to choose male if you want to be action oriented, but it’s your choice ultimately. There is nothing saying that you cannot choose to play a male with a non-martial role in this story, but its intent is more action oriented, as opposed to character development. The only character type that will be disallowed is high nobility including; Lord Henry Percy, Lord Edmund Mortimer, or His Magesty Henry IV, King of England. Please remember to use technology that would be available to your character, as opposed to whatever might be “coolest” (which can always be gained through RP in theory anyway)
The Sheet:
The following information should be at the header of your first post:
Name & Gender: (What are you called? You got boy or girl parts?)
Class: (Serf (Indentured), Peasant (Working class/soldiery), Clergy (Clergy), Nobility (Knights/nobles)
Title: (Appropriate for Clergy and Nobility)
Profession: (What do you do within your class?)
Appearance: (What do you look like? How do you dress?)
Equipment: (Class/Profession appropriate)
Bio: (Be as brief or as in depth as you like.)
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Name: Aeryn (Female)
Class: Peasant
Profession: Castle Scullion (Pot scrubber)
Appearance: Aeryn is 5’2 and weighs 108 pounds. Her hair is brown and roughly shorn close to her scalp. She wears a russet wool dress, which she cinches at the waist with a leather belt, a heavily stained apron, and brown leather shoes.
Equipment: Aeryn possesses nothing but her clothing. She is provided a floor to sleep on and food to survive in exchange for her services in the castle’s kitchen.
Bio: Another nameless peasant working in the castle. Aeryn was last born to a family of nine. Not being able to afford more mouths to feed, she was sent to the main castle to earn her own way in life.
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Aeryn stood on a stool using a small piece of filthy rag to scrub at the bottom of one of the large copper pots Chef Carlyle had used for the morning’s meal. She paused, examined the bottom, and scratched her fingernails through an especially crusty portion of the bottom and returned to wiping at it with her rag. She hummed a nonsensical tune to keep her mind off the drudgery that was her existence.
She lifted her head sharply as she heard Petra, the kitchen maid call her name out shrilly. She frantically started to scrub at the blackened bottom of the pot, only to quit just as quickly. She set the pot in the dingy water, tossed the rag into it and stepped down from her stool as she wiped her wrinkled hands on her dirty apron. Petra rounded the corner and stood with her hands on her hips as she observed Aeryn with a look of distaste on her face. She commented, “I see you haven’t finished the dishes yet you insolent, lazy girl.”
Aeryn shook her head dumbly with her eyes downcast as she mumbled, “No ma’am.” It didn’t matter that Chef Carlyle had burned much of the slab of bacon, carbonizing the entire bottom of the pot. Aeryn never performed to Petra’s liking, and she could sense a beating forthcoming. She lifted her eyes slightly as Petra waved one of her hands dismissively as she said, “It doesn’t matter. There are more important things to do. Seneschal Davidson has asked that I take bundles of arrows up to the walls for the archers. Can you believe that? ME! He tasked me with physical labor, and probably getting killed by those horrid troops surrounding us. You, Aeryn, are to do this immediately. Report to the bowyer, and start hauling those bundles just as quick as your stumpy legs carry you. Don’t dally, or your beating will be so severe you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Aeryn nodded her head quickly, and hurried off to show Petra she intended to do just as requested. As soon as she was out of sight of the ghastly woman, she slowed to her normal pace as she muttered, “Psh… likely to get killed. One could only hope.” She grinned at the sinister thought as she descended into the workshop of the castle. She met with the bowyer, who gave her four bundles of arrows and told her where to take them.
She rested two bundles on each shoulder and she hurried through the bustling streets, protected within the walls of the castle, toward the gatehouse first. She noted people were much more frantic than she was used to. She, of course, had heard the herald proclaiming the incoming army, but this was all new to her. She very rarely was allowed to leave the castle for anything, so she was going to take advantage of this treat.
She climbed the steps, and couldn't help but gasp as she observed the sheer amount of troops assembling to lay siege to the castle for the first time. She stood in dumbfounded awe, as she watched the troops milling about awaiting the siege commencement, horses being corralled, and engines being constructed. She shook her head out of her temporary befuddlement and blinked as she heard a man yelling out to her to bring the bundles over to the archers.
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The Game:
Greetings fellow players! Sit a spell at the campfire, and let’s weave a story of medieval proportions. The storyline is fairly simple. We are all people that are under the protection of Lord Henry Percy, 1st Earl of Northumberland. The place we play in is within a formidable castle of strong design and structure, Alnwick Castle, unless of course your story carries you outside the protective walls into the jowls of the army gathered by Henry IV, King of England.
The Rules:
Have fun. The same every time a new RP opens static rules apply. Specifically, The West Forum rules, as well as Campfire Stories Forum rules apply. Other rules specific to this story include; one character per player, no character kills without express permission from its player, era appropriate gender roles, and era appropriate technology. If you have questions about what I mean by that, I will be happy to clarify via IM. The style of RP will be freeform, so it is on the player to create the scenes for their character, as opposed to an OP dictating the story’s direction.
Character Creation:
You can, of course, play either gender you choose. Because this is a siege RP, it may behoove you to choose male if you want to be action oriented, but it’s your choice ultimately. There is nothing saying that you cannot choose to play a male with a non-martial role in this story, but its intent is more action oriented, as opposed to character development. The only character type that will be disallowed is high nobility including; Lord Henry Percy, Lord Edmund Mortimer, or His Magesty Henry IV, King of England. Please remember to use technology that would be available to your character, as opposed to whatever might be “coolest” (which can always be gained through RP in theory anyway)
The Sheet:
The following information should be at the header of your first post:
Name & Gender: (What are you called? You got boy or girl parts?)
Class: (Serf (Indentured), Peasant (Working class/soldiery), Clergy (Clergy), Nobility (Knights/nobles)
Title: (Appropriate for Clergy and Nobility)
Profession: (What do you do within your class?)
Appearance: (What do you look like? How do you dress?)
Equipment: (Class/Profession appropriate)
Bio: (Be as brief or as in depth as you like.)
______________________________
Name: Aeryn (Female)
Class: Peasant
Profession: Castle Scullion (Pot scrubber)
Appearance: Aeryn is 5’2 and weighs 108 pounds. Her hair is brown and roughly shorn close to her scalp. She wears a russet wool dress, which she cinches at the waist with a leather belt, a heavily stained apron, and brown leather shoes.
Equipment: Aeryn possesses nothing but her clothing. She is provided a floor to sleep on and food to survive in exchange for her services in the castle’s kitchen.
Bio: Another nameless peasant working in the castle. Aeryn was last born to a family of nine. Not being able to afford more mouths to feed, she was sent to the main castle to earn her own way in life.
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Aeryn stood on a stool using a small piece of filthy rag to scrub at the bottom of one of the large copper pots Chef Carlyle had used for the morning’s meal. She paused, examined the bottom, and scratched her fingernails through an especially crusty portion of the bottom and returned to wiping at it with her rag. She hummed a nonsensical tune to keep her mind off the drudgery that was her existence.
She lifted her head sharply as she heard Petra, the kitchen maid call her name out shrilly. She frantically started to scrub at the blackened bottom of the pot, only to quit just as quickly. She set the pot in the dingy water, tossed the rag into it and stepped down from her stool as she wiped her wrinkled hands on her dirty apron. Petra rounded the corner and stood with her hands on her hips as she observed Aeryn with a look of distaste on her face. She commented, “I see you haven’t finished the dishes yet you insolent, lazy girl.”
Aeryn shook her head dumbly with her eyes downcast as she mumbled, “No ma’am.” It didn’t matter that Chef Carlyle had burned much of the slab of bacon, carbonizing the entire bottom of the pot. Aeryn never performed to Petra’s liking, and she could sense a beating forthcoming. She lifted her eyes slightly as Petra waved one of her hands dismissively as she said, “It doesn’t matter. There are more important things to do. Seneschal Davidson has asked that I take bundles of arrows up to the walls for the archers. Can you believe that? ME! He tasked me with physical labor, and probably getting killed by those horrid troops surrounding us. You, Aeryn, are to do this immediately. Report to the bowyer, and start hauling those bundles just as quick as your stumpy legs carry you. Don’t dally, or your beating will be so severe you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Aeryn nodded her head quickly, and hurried off to show Petra she intended to do just as requested. As soon as she was out of sight of the ghastly woman, she slowed to her normal pace as she muttered, “Psh… likely to get killed. One could only hope.” She grinned at the sinister thought as she descended into the workshop of the castle. She met with the bowyer, who gave her four bundles of arrows and told her where to take them.
She rested two bundles on each shoulder and she hurried through the bustling streets, protected within the walls of the castle, toward the gatehouse first. She noted people were much more frantic than she was used to. She, of course, had heard the herald proclaiming the incoming army, but this was all new to her. She very rarely was allowed to leave the castle for anything, so she was going to take advantage of this treat.
She climbed the steps, and couldn't help but gasp as she observed the sheer amount of troops assembling to lay siege to the castle for the first time. She stood in dumbfounded awe, as she watched the troops milling about awaiting the siege commencement, horses being corralled, and engines being constructed. She shook her head out of her temporary befuddlement and blinked as she heard a man yelling out to her to bring the bundles over to the archers.
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