forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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//wait so they know she’s alive?

( I don't think so. Cal's just hanging onto the hope that she might still be alive)

Shadow walked up to Cal. "how are you feeling about the recent news?"

( oof for some reason my post deleted, so I'm just gonna put it back here )

Cal paced around one the palace room's he was in, blowing strands of dark hair out of his face. They had found an abandoned castle a few weeks ago and decided to use it as a camping area for the rebellion. The words that one of his messengers told him continued to play in his mind. Marya was caught. Her mission failed. The king has her in his prison. He paced back and forth, the only sound in the room was his footsteps against the cracked marble floor.

(aye! The shadow! That's such a cool idea )

Lol yeah.

//oh, okay

Nimue pushed open the door and walked in. The wind created from her wings pushing against the air knocked some papers down, and she bent down to pick them up. “She’s going to be fine, right?” Her voice trembled slightly as she stared at the ground.

Shadow walked up to Cal. "how are you feeling about the recent news?"

Cal glanced over at the dark shadow of a boy, narrowing his sapphire colored eyes as he looked at him. "Everyone says she's dead, but she isn't." He replied bluntly.

"do not worry, she is most likely alive. i just know it." Shadow said.

"Marya should be alright. She's Marya after all." Cal sighed, running a hand through his dark hair as he turned to face Nimue. All the stacks of paper around the room were notes about the palace.

Name: Marcus Fa
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Fairytale/Story Parent: Milan
Appearance: Short and fluffy black hair, dark brown eyes. Chinese.
Personality: Is kind of timid, living up to his mom’s reputation scares him a lot. He’s not a coward though, just shy and insecure.
Backstory: develop
Other: develop

"something else worries you. i can tell."

“She’ll be fine,” she repeated with a little more conviction, placing the papers back on the desk.

“But what if she’s not fine?” London asked, sitting on a table and swinging his legs.

A guard turned and Marya fell back, covering up her knife. He came into the cell, obviously drunk.
"What do we have here? A sweet little girl? What did yeh do?" he came closer, pushing Marya up against the wall. She could kill him in an instant. There were so many ways. But killing him meant getting caught. And getting caught meant getting killed.
"It's none of your business." she breathed, heart beating faster.
He laughed, showing his teeth, "It's a shame. If you weren't one of them fairytale folk, you could be warming my bed tonight." he winked at her and Marya held back vomit.
He played with her hair as she held her breath, knowing that if he even tried to get his hands under her shirt, she would break his neck. He would be dead in seconds.
"I am a prisoner." she stated clearly, "Fraternizing with me means certain death. Leave while you can. The consequences are not pretty otherwise."
The drunken man looked stunned and after a moments pause, he turned and left the cell, locking it. Marya gave a sigh of relief, waiting a few minutes before she started again on the lock.

A single crow cawed outside the window, before seven more joined it, all cawing in a cacophony Of sound. After a minute, the murder of crows flew away, Nimue watching them leave.

One for sorrow,
Two for joy.
Three for a girl,
four for a boy.
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
And seven for a secret never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a time of joyful bliss.

It was no use. Her knife was too big to fit. She had to file it. Marya scrambled around the cell, looking for a rock or something to sharpen her knife with. She was getting out of here and she was not getting caught. Because getting caught meant getting killed.
She sang as loud as she could to cover up the noise of her knife getting sharpened. Suffice to say, she sucked at singing. Her own eardrums were about to burst at her terrible screeching, but at least it was a good cover-up. Out of all the training she'd received, she'd never gotten singing lessons.

//lmao same

Name: Rhys Facilier
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Fairytale/Story Parent: Dr. Facilier
Appearance: 6'0, slim, lanky, short black hair, pale skin, brown eyes (I'll try to get a pic sometime)
Personality: You'll find out
Backstory: To be revealed
Other: N/A

Name: Ailith
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Fairytale/Story Parent: Meredith
Appearance: Short frizzy red hair, pale skin, silver eyes, freckles, wears a loose emerald dress with leggings underneath along with black boots.
Personality: Stubborn, other I'll develop
Backstory: She kept re-entering the kingdom to the point where the king just keeps her in a prison. She spends her time carving her bow to make it her own.
Other: She knows the way out and helps other prisoners escape, but has yet to actually leave herself.

Cal continued to pace the room, glancing over at his father's bows and arrows. Maybe he would have to use them. "She'll be okay, right?" He muttered to himself.

Ailith was sitting in her jail cell, carving patterns into her bow. She heard the awful singing from the cell next to her and shouted, "Could you keep it down!?"

“I’m gonna need you to stop making me question whether or not she is,” Nimue said miserably.