Random and Pointless RP!

Setting and Time
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Elven Times, Medievil, whatever, you get the point.
if anyone else needs any more detail, let me know.
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RP START
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Maisuri sat on one of the many rolling hills in the prairie. The warm summer wind blew through her hair gently, tossling it around with it's light breeze. She tucked a strand behind her ear, revealing her Elven ears that extended to a point.
She lost track of the time. When was it that she had left the kingdom? Early, she supposed. He father wouldn't be happy that she set off into the praries alone and unguarded. That is where she drew the line with her father. She loved adventure and could care less about the danger. Her father was just too protective. She'd be fine. Of course she would. She's a Princess.


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join as you will guys c:

Girl wants to role play! NERDS GATHER!!!
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Nowe sits alone in an abandoned church.
Nowe: My cult will spread upon these lands like wildfire... They will all suffer.
Soon the room becomes packed with several men in red robes.
Nowe: My followers... The Red Hand will reign supreme!!!

this is getting good already. hah!
thanks for joining!
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She tood up with a sigh.
"Might as well get back, the King will be mad..." She said to herself, her voice full of sarcasm.
She adjusted her clothes; a long, flowing white dress that wasn't extremely extravagant but it sure screamed royalty.
She walked down the prairie road towards the city. The sunset was a delicate orange across the sky. It was beautiful.
She crossed a fork in the road, one leading towards the Elven City of Saradom and the other pointing west, towards the Elven Forest, which she is forbade to enter do to recent thieving in the surrounding area.
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thats her.

"Vassup!

You all know me as the famous peasant fashion designer Merry Metheus! I have created such looks as the peasant potato bag, the homeless dog scarf, and of course my infamous puss-in-boots boots! But now I have asked you to support me in my quest to take over the world... of fashion! Support me as I work to create even more fabulous clothes for you!"

The crowd of peasants went frenzied, as they saw their messiah had come! It was time for a new age of culture... IN THE WORLD!

A few hours later, Nowe lead a group of his cultist followers through the forest. Several of them carried explosives.
Nowe: This kingdom shall be the first...
They quickly ran through the forest towards Saradom.
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My paint program depiction of Nowe: https://2img.net/r/ihimizer/i/nowereiketsumf7.png/

Maisuri saw flickers of moment down in the West, coming from the Elven Forest. She turned her gaze towards it and saw many men running towards the city.
'War!?' She thought, breathless as he ran towards her home.
Many of the citizens gasped in suprise to see thier Princess out of the palace and tried to grab at her.
She dodged them effortlessly as she bolted through the crowds of roaming people.
She slammed the palace door shut and strutted up to her father's quaters.
"Maisuri." A firm, deep voice announced from behind her.
She turned to see a Troy, her personal guard.
"Troy, look I don't have time to talk right now. Bandits are trying to attack the city, I've got to warn my father." She choked out from exasperated sighs.
Troy rolled his eyes but didn't say a word as she opened the door to her father's study.
"Fath-" She started but was interrupted suddendly by the booming voice of her father.
"MAISURI!" He stood from his window ledge and banged his fist against the desk.
"How many times have you been warned not to wander the city!" She looked down, not daring to open her mouth.
"You are a Princess! Start acting like one!" He ordered, his voice stern as always.
"Father. There's more important issues at stake here!" She called out, hoping to reach him.
"There are bandits coming as we speak! They've got explosives!" Her father turned around and looked out his window, what he saw horrified him as he called for Troy to set up defensive measures.
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If anyone wants to take over Troy or Maisuri's father, you may do so.

Merry instantly knew that this fervor wouldn't be enough. He'd have to take up it a whole 'nother level. For this to remain.

"Who would like to be the first scion of the new world of fashion?! And who in return would like to ascend to a higher plane of coolness!"

There were many hesitant people, but eventually two took up the mantle that he had given them. A quite young man decided to be a scion, and a older belligerent man decided to ascend.

With a quick slip of the razor blade, the old man fell, and the younger man was coated in a glow for just a moment, for all the crowd to see.

"You see? I have blessed this man... with the beginnings of fashion! Now spread the word! And who else wants to continue in this endeavor!"

Many lined up in both lines...

Troy stood next to Maisuri in her father's study, awaiting instructions.
"For safetly measures, Troy, take Maisuri to a neighbouring kingdom, I reccommend the Town of Aden. Take her there and await for a messenger. If one does not arrive, then do not come back." He said sternly.
"Father! You can't stay here a-" She called out, but her father silenced her.
"Don't. You are the heir of the throne, you must be protected at all costs." He said and dismissed them both.
Troy pulled Maisuri by the arm gently and led her down to the basement, where an exit to the city was.
"Go, get in and hurry." He commanded her, as he opened the door to reveal stairs leading underground as well as a fairly lit corridoor.

Nowe: Looks like we've been spotted.
Cultist: Don't worry great speaker, we brought a surprise...
Using the explosives, the cult blew open the castle walls, as the guards gather before them a monstrous troll emerged wielding a large club.
Nowe: Hehe...

Guards rushed out of the castle weilding bows, swords, clubs and firearms.
Many of the archers began to take out the great beast with their arrows, as well as the guards with the firearms and explosives.
Maisuri felt the impact from within the tunnel but Troy forced her onwards.
"Don't think about anything, just keep going." He urged her.

As Troy and Maisuru ran through the tunnel a course of blood washed down infront of them. The blood began to form a humanoid. Features appeared and it revealed to be none other than the leader in his tattered clothed attire.
Nowe: Hello... princes... I'm afraid you must come with me...

Merry's group decreased severely, as many had opted to onto the next realm of fashion. But nevertheless, he would prosper. He now had concrete followers, blessed with fashion. And fashion provided for those that obeyed it.

"Let us march towards the elven country, and gain more of those that obey the whims of faction!"

He was met with cheers by those that had been blessed (as he had) by the fashion gods.

Then Merry ran off a cliff and died. He had mistaken the fact that the elven country was the other way.

excuse me, there were no cliffs there. control your OWN character.

Ok i am done i feel bad now. Sorry

Troy unshealthed his sword and pushed Maisuri behind him.
"Yeah, over my dead body!" He said, and swung his sword at the humanoid.
Maisuri backed up far enough and concentrated, she was lucky that she had a spellbinder in the family, her mother, whom died at birth. She concentrated on setting the humanoid on fire. A spark fired on the his tattered clothing and then raged into an oxygen consuming fire that took over him.
"Troy!" She said, rushing to his side and pulling him along further down the corridoor.
"Princess.. I didn't know you could do that." He said, slightly dumbfounded and confused.
"My Mom was a spellbinder." She announced, breathless.

Nowe dissipates in a fountain of blood. His voice echoing through the tunnel.
Nowe: Not bad you two... but do not underestimate me.
A stream of blood blasted at Troy and the blood surrounds him like a coif.
Nowe: Do what I say princess... or your boyfriend will get crushed....

Merry and his merry men continued further, but their movement was slow.

"Should we ask for a blessing from the gods that govern our will?" he asked.

Many of his followers agreed, and he consented to their will.

"Let it be done. Oh great lords of whim and fancy, please take us faster to the elven realm."

As in response, his followers started to glow, and they formed a giant circle.

The dark violet energy fluctuated, teleporting htem miles ahead.

"Thank you sirs!"

Weak sat up from his bead awakening from a horrible nightmare, he picks up his helmet, dresses himself and heads down to the street. He greets the restaurant owner.
" G'morning Weak, having the usual?"
"Yeah, today go easy on the eggs."
After he eats, he returns home and packs spare clothes, he picks up his sword and sets out on his journey

Troy growled under his breath and gripped his sword tighter.
"Don't listen to anything he says, Princess! Just run!" He called out, cussing under his breath.
Maisuri blushed lightly at he comment but quickly recovered.
"Troy.." She murmured and looked down.
"What do you want?" She asked the voice sternly.

Nowe appears behind the bound Troy.
Nowe: What do I want? Hm hm hm... What does the enemy of the day ever want? I could be a rebel standing up against the nobility, I could be a native trying to reclaim lost land, I could just be an overzealous nut, but at the end of the day does it matter? I want your king dead. I want to obliterate those we deem unworthy to exist and so it shall be done...

Weak slowly enters a desert and walks into a strange old man, 7 feet tall.
" Old man, do you know what is going on outside?"
"Yes"
"Enlighten me"
"All will be revealed in time, for now"
"what?"
"don't disrupt me"
"fine"
"don't stray from your path, but I'll teleport you there"
"wha-"
Weak is teleported and lands behind Nowe.
Weak: Who are you?

"So how do I apply to this?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.
"Maisuri! Run!" Troy exclaimed, struggling under the object he was being bound by.
Maisuri ignored him, wanting to hear his answer but was interrupted by a portal charm followed by a stranger.

Nowe: You being the princess will represent good lee way and a fine investment when the time comes, with you captured, the king will fall to my knees.

Weak: HEY don't ignore me, fine
Weak charges at Nowe with his blade swinging in the air