forum Kill The Queen, Save The World // O/O // Closed

Started January 30, 2020 by @MarDeColores this is not it kids

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The immortal Queen Nerium Avenel has ruled over the country of Nyrx for the last 150 or so years with a heavy hand and a cold heart. Most of her subjects are barely scraping by, while the queen holds lavish balls and feasts at least once a week at her fortress in the center of the capital city. As winter draws nearer, many people are losing hope– including Alex's family. With food and money growing scarcer every day, Alex decides to try and to kill Queen Avenel– they have nothing to lose. The only problem is, Alex has no idea how they're going to survive the trek into the deadly Everlasting Woods, where the Mortum Blade, the only thing that could kill the immortal queen, is hidden. Fortunately for them, that stranger in the corner of the bar seems to know a lot about the Everlasting Woods and the Mortum Blade…

Rules/Things to know:

• So, basically, you would be Alex– the name is just a placeholder, so feel free to replace it with your own character– and I would be the stranger.
• The world this is set in has magic, so your character can have magic. Please don't have any OP characters, though.
• Try and keep the story going, and keep your one-liners to a minimum. It's fine if you have a few, just please don't do them every single time.
• Please ask before you join!
• You can use a premade character or make one up, but I'm thinking we simply go in blind, with maybe a simple understanding of what the characters look like.
• If you have any questions about anything, just ask!

May I join? (Or stalk, either is fine.) I like this idea!

Should I post a description of my character? (Just looks, like you said. Do you mind if I include their name as well?)
Pardon me for the questions.

(That enough? I also might not be able to be online for a few hours due to plans.)

My character, Clara Signifier, is 19 years of age, often associating herself with owls-she has one on her shoulder when outside, but doesn't have it directly near her when indoors. She stands at 5'6" with long, flowing dark brown hair, almost to be mistaken as black, and amber eyes. Her face is soft and rounded, and her skin just a tinge tanner than the whiteness of snow, her cheeks the only thing out of place, only becoming a rosy red when she is tired. Otherwise, her cheeks stay a pale pink. Thanks to the upcoming winter, Clara wears long sleeves, but they aren't as near as warm enough as what the wealthy have. She commonly wears worn down clothing and boots.

(Yeah, that's perfect! And you're totally fine, I understand.)
My child is named Luci. She's 5'7" and 21 years old. Her skin is lightly tanned, and her eyes are dark green. Her hair is wavy, cut short, and dyed a dark red color. That was a while ago, though, so the roots have faded to her natural black hair color. Her face is sharp and angular and she usually wears worn pants, shirts, and jackets, along with her favorite pair of sturdy boots. Her ears are pierced, and she usually has simple silver studs set with opal-like stones. She has natural-born magic that will be revealed later.

(Also wanted to say that Clara has mild magic)
Who should start?

The market was one of the only places Clara knew she belonged. With the little money she had, today she bought deer jerky, one of her mother's favorites. Of course, Clara wasn't just here to buy food. She wanted to stay around and idly chew on the same strip of jerky, listening in to what others had to say. Most of it was just small talk.
Dang it, how am I supposed to kill the queen with all this talk about nonsense! Normally, Clara wasn't mean, but today, after trying to find any hints or leads for weeks now, Clara has gotten nowhere.

Luci was in a bad mood. Her latest contact had sold her out to the local authorities and she had spent the last three hours running through the allies of the city, trying to lose them. Her cheeks were red from the exertion, and her eyes were almost glowing with anger. Normally, she wouldn't be so mad– running from the authorities was an everyday occurrence– but it was the fourth time someone had sold her out that week. Her patience was thinning. "But really," Luci muttered to herself, trying to calm herself down before she did something she would regret, "what did I expect from someone claiming to have seen the Mortum Blade with her own eyes? No one's seen it before. Lier!" She glanced to her left, her gaze landing on a pair of lovely amber eyes framed by dark hair. Well, she'd figured out why everyone was always trying to arrest her. Because she said the wrong things out loud. Luci looked away quickly, hoping her words had been lost in the general chatter of the market.

"Got quite the temper there. What's upsetting you?" Clara faced towards the stranger, expressing concern. What does she know? Does she work for the authority? No, she doesn't look the type-especially with the temper. "I'm Clara."

Well, the woman had heard her. Luci took a deep breath and turned towards her, not wanting to explode. The stranger didn't look like someone on the queen's payroll– she wasn't dressed nice enough for that. Or maybe she was just a really good spy. But her day couldn't get much worse, now could it? Actually, it could– she might be arrested. But it was a crowded market and had lots of places to hide.
"Well, I've just been chased through the city for hours by the authorities." She crossed her arms over her chest. "You can see how that would be annoying, right?"

Clara couldn't hold back her snort, bringing up her hand to her mouth. "You… did what?" Clara asked between episodes of muffled laughter.
"I don't think that was a good idea. What did you do?"

"Don't laugh! It's not funny, and it wasn't a good idea. I didn't enjoy it, however much it resembled a very dangerous game of tag." Luci frowned slightly, wondering what Clara's motive for talking to her was. Whatever it was, she was fine whining about the authorities with someone, even if that someone was the authorities. Running was good for her. "I was researching something illegal. Someone sold me out, and here I am." She shrugged.

Clara's face turned serious after a moment. In a hushed whisper, she said, "Am I going to ask, or will you tell me why you're looking for the Mortum Blade? I promise, I'm not one of them. I just need to know-I'm not… at terms with our ruler at this time."

Luci's heart skipped a beat when Clara mentioned the Mortum Blade, but she didn't let it show. "Well, I want it so that I can finally kill that so-called 'queen' we have." Her eyes darted to the left and right, checking to see if there was anyone coming to arrest them. No one… yet. "If you want to know more, this probably isn't the place to tell it. I have a place we could go to talk in private. It's… mostly safe. Wanna come?" She raised one of her eyebrows, daring Clara to accept.

"What makes you think I want to kill her? Or even if I could be of any help?" Clara tilted her head, her eyes turning into a curious scowl. "You didn't even tell me your name."

(Oh, you're good!)
"Well, who doesn't want to kill the queen these days? And honestly, to have anyone helping me would be a relief, no matter what they can or can't do," Luci said, staring at Clara with a stony face. "My name is Luci. Now, do you want to do something to make a change or not?" Honestly, Luci was already giving up on Clara– she'd have to find someone else to come with her. Because Luci did need someone else to come with her. Going alone into the Everlasting Woods was a death wish.

Clara ponders for a minute, her amber eyes flickering across the area like a flame. This was her only break, her only hope at saving those she cared for. But at what risk? She didn't know.
"Where's this 'mostly safe' place?" Clara set her hand down on the table, palm-faced down as her eyes looked into Luci's. There was something in them that hadn't been in there for a while: hope.

"It's a tavern near here. People who like the don't queen go there, so we should be safe to discuss that sort of stuff." Luci answered, looking away from Clara and into the market. "There shouldn't be too many people there, either. Are you going to come?" She looked back at Clara, the smallest smile playing on her lips. There was a bit of hope in her eyes as well, although she tried her hardest not to let it show.

"Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?" Clara teased, but she already had her answer.
"When am I expected to be there?"

"Well, why don't you come with me right now? I have to go there anyway, and it would get both things out of the way," Luci said. And I could make sure you really aren't going to betray me, she continued in her head. After all, if it turned out Clara was a spy, then Luci could probably kill her before she told anyone about the tavern.

"Alright," Clara stood, finding that she was slightly smaller than Luci. "I hope you don't have ornithophobia, I have an owl, Rena, that I care for." With a wave of Clara's hand, the small owl landed outside of the market, resting on the banister. Rena was about a foot tall and scratching at her left wing.

(For more description on the owl, it is literally Rowlet from Pokemon. I'm a nerd, I know…)