forum Medieval Roleplay?

Started March 01, 2018 by Mary

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James looked at the door as he heard the bell ring, Drina still hadn' answered his question, but he understood seeing how intensely she was reading the play. He watched as the blue cloaked figure walked into the store, a small frown formed on his face. Who was it?

Walking over to the front desk, Bree greeted the elderly shop owner, who was organizing papers. The owner looked up and smiled, the dark blue cloak familiar to him.

"Come to find a new book?" he asked.

With a smile, Bree answered, "Yes. Do you have anything new? I just finished the last one."

The shop owner's mouth fell open. "But you just got it yesterday!" he exclaimed.

Bree giggled. "Yes, I know. It was so good!"

James was startled, he knew that voice! But from where? Being the Lord's Son he met many people, he cursed himself now for not paying enough attention, but he knew he'd heard that voice before!

"Well," said the bookkeeper, "I do have this…" He pulled out a large book from underneath the counter. Its dark red cover was intricately designed, with golden vines weaving across it, interspersed with delicate, golden leaves.

Bree sucked in a breath. "It's beautiful," she breathed. Looking up, she asked, "How much?"

Unbeknownst to her, a large piece of maroon hair fell out of Bree's hood when she looked up.
(If you want, James can notice this. It's well-known to the nobles in her kingdom and those immediately surrounding that she received a strange gift of odd-colored hair and eyes from Fairies.)

( whoops I didn't hear you're question sorry James ) Drina put the book away, not having enough money for it, and began to leave the store. But then suddenly there was a crash, sending the whole place quaking. Shelves began to fall over, and Drina fell onto her side.

( WhOoPs ) Drina screamed as a heavy book fell on her head.

Bree whipped her head around as she heard a crash, and her hood fell down, revealing her strangely-colored hair. Shelves fell over as the room began to shake violently, and a girl collapsed as a large book fell on her head. Bree raced over to her, ignoring her exposed hair and trying to help her up.

Drina jumped to her feet, nodding at the girl who helped her up. She then ran around silently dragging people out of the crumbling bookstore.

The girl jumped to her feet and nodded to Bree, who smiled gently at her. After the girl ran off to help other people, Bree heard someone clear their throat behind her. Slowly turning around, she saw the young man the girl had been with earlier. (If James wants to play along?)

Adeline had watched the whole scene play out from a tree branch nearby. She didn't know what it was, but something about these people interested her and she wanted to stay near them. She took out her stolen apple, tossing it in the air and catching it, before taking a bite. The apples were disgusting and sour, Addie knew the taste well. Poison. She had built up quite the resistance to it over time and although she wasn't the purest of souls, Addie did not want to see the young woman die. She just had to wait for the right moment to help, and by help, she meant to steal all of the young woman's apples.

Once everyone was outside Drina sighed. What just happened? she thought. Her sack of apples still hung at her side.

As soon as the piece of Maroon hair had fell out of the cloak James knew who it was. and he was stunned. So much so that when the shelves and books started flying everywhere he didn't even notice; until Drina fell down and the Princess rushed towards her dragging her outside. James looked back at the cowering, old shop keeper and helped him out. When he was sure there was no one else within the store he walked out and tried to figure what had caused the commotion.
Then he was the Princess once more, he went to her and cleared his throat.
"Your Majesty, what ever are you doing in the town without protection? These streets can be very dangerous, it would be a shame to have the princess of the kingdom be killed in a book shop."

"How do you know me?" questioned Bree, her voice shaking. No one outside the nobles knew who she was, and she knew each of them. At least, she thought she did.

Drina stared at the two of them, her lips not moving, but her eyes were alight with commotion. The… princess? she thought, and then she cursed inwardly. A royal, right in front of her. She scoffed inwardly as well.

"I'm the lords son, i've been to a feast or two that the King has hosted for the nobles of the land."

"Which lord?" Bree questioned. "There are many. There's Lord Drinian, Lord Snow, Lord Cavendish, and many more."

Drina tried to back away slowly, unnoticed. Hopefully their conversation would go over her head, they wouldn't notice her, and she could get to the bottom of the crumbling bookstore.

"Lord Blackwood." He Noticed Drina was leaving and frowned slightly, but continued his conversation with the Princess

Drina ran over to the ruin of the bookstore, still in sight of everyone. She walked around the rubble, until she noticed a small feather. Not just any feather though. Drina knew this feather.

"Lord Blackwood? Oh, yes, I remember you now! James, am I correct?" asked Bree.

"You are." He smiled, "What brings you into to town today?"

Bree smiled back. "A new book," she said. "I just finished my last one, and– Hey, what's that girl over there doing?"

Drina picked up the small feather and pulled out a small chain from her pocket. Then she somehow (OOOH) got the feather attached, and put it around her neck. She continued her search finding books scattered around, and trying to salvage everything she could.