Post by ptb on Dec 12, 2017 23:40:25 GMT -5
((ooc: this is a novel that is NOT based upon my character. It could be considered a known novel for RP purposes))
BLADE
&
FIRE:
THE FAY PRINCE
Chapter 1, the elven minstrel
The village of Graytown stood in the north near the northern mountains. It was a quiet town, with buildings made from the timber gathered from the High Forest that was located at the foot of the mountain-chain.
There was a storm raging and the thick raindrops fell upon the head of the lonesome rider that rode into the village that evening. The streets looked desolate, clearly the villagers had remained indoors to hide from the raging storm.
The rider strode over the cobalt laid streets and stopped its horse before the Inn called: The Cracked Flask and the rider stalled its horse in the nearby stables and entered the inn.
It was a rowdy night and the Inn was packed with all sorts of people. The Inn smelled like sweaty men and alcohol and the wenches made their way between the rows of tables to supply the already tipsy or even drunken customers with alcohol, food or...other entertainment. At the back of the commonroom was a huge fireplace where everyone gathered, on the walls hung the heads of several hogs and deer as trophies on the wall above it.
An elf with long black hair in een ponytail, pale skin and emerald colored eyes, dressed in rather colorful clothing sang a cheery song that made the crowd sing along, cheer and laugh.
The rider made its way through the crowd to the bar where the Innkeeper was busy serving his customers with their orders. The Innkeeper was a rather bulky man. He had no head on his head, a very round head and two small dark colored eyes. Beneath his round nose grew a rather large moustache that curled up on either side. The man's apron was pulled so tight around his body that it looked that it could snap at any moment.
The rider stood at the counter and raised a hand to attract the man's attention.
"'Ello there! What kinda wether we be having eh?" Cheered the happy Innkeeper "What can I getcha? Sumthing tha drink or maybe just a bed for the night?"
"Just a bed thank you..." The rider softly spoke and when the hood fell off it revealed Marissa Myne hidden under it. Her crimson hair was braided down till her waist and made her pale features stand out with her bright blue eyes that eyed the rather bubbly Innkeeper.
The Innkeeper eyed the warrior for a moment and his small eyes fell upon the brown and red halfplated armor that covered her chest before he looked at her and his enormous Moustache curled up a little as a sign of him smiling.
"Aye Lass!" The Innkeeper cheered. "What name can I put you under missus....?"
"Myne, Marissa Myne." The warrior answered.
The Innkeeper than looked at her with a flat look before he bursted out in laughter, holding his round belly with both hands "Aye Lass! If that is the alias you wish to go under but we both know that she is still in Vragos, working for queen Almanea."
The warrior just smiled at that and paid the Innkeeper the gold she owed him for the room. She was content with the thought of idea that the Innkeeper thought that she was staying there under an alias.
Her time in Vragos was a fond one, one that had left her with a title and a name people would recognise. But the road had still beckoned her back to it. She never had remained anywhere longer than she felt she should.
Marissa then moved to the common area where the minstrel was still playing his songs. She found herself a quiet spot at an empty table in the corner and listened to the song that sounded something like this:
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
He sang his songs not for glory,
Or for the piles of gold,
He sang his songs so his cup would end o nooo!
He sang his songs o, for the ladies!
And to travel roads untold!
He sang his songs for better days,
And for the darker days behold!
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
The minstrel was a pretty boy,
He was of fair and grace,
He claimed no one could beat his beauty,
Until this maiden came!
She had blonde hair and walked with grace,
It made the minstrel's heart race,
But the maiden fair said onto him,
You are but a lad,
You have no lands,
And got no glory,
So there is no way we wed!
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
The song went on a while longer and Marissa ordered an ale. She sat there listening to the minstrel as he played several songs thereafter. Her eyes looked through the commonroom. There were many kind of people, many races also. From human to several orcs to a drunk dwarf at the bar that had his head resting on the bar.
"Hey come on now bard! Play another funny song!" Shouted a drunk patron when the elven minstrel had just told everyone he was due for a short break.
"B-but I..." The minstrel squeaked uncomfortably.
The drunken patron stumbled towards the minstrel and snatched the lute right out of his delicate elven hands.
"C'mon! Gimme a song!" The patron shouted as he harshly brushed his meaty fingers over the strings.
For a moment Marissa simply watched as the minstrel managed to keep himself from a panic attack and no one else seemed to do anything about it.
The patron jammed on the lute and filled the room with a terrible noise. The minstrel cried for his lute returned but there was no response from the drunk patron who seemed all the more annoyed he did not got what he demanded and he raised the lute up in the air, about to crash the instrument onto the ground but before that could happen Marissa sprung from her seat and grabbed the man's wrist so he could not drop the lute.
"Oi! Whu?" The patron grumbled drunkily as he looked up at the warrior.
"Give it back..." The warrior spoke simply with a sternness in her voice which gave the man pause of his next action and handed the lute back to the minstrel.
"O, thank you!" The minstrel cried as he was hugging his lute like a long lost lover.
"It was nothing..." Marissa seemed to merely shrug it off and returned to her ale.
After her ale she left the commonroom to venture to her room. She walked up the wooden steps to her room at the second floor of the inn and walked into her room. It was a small room that would fit only a bed and a wardrobe. Enough room for a single night.
Marissa took off the soaked cloak and her armor, revealing the simple tunic and cotton trousers she was wearing under it and set herself to bed.
In the middle of the night Marissa awoke and she sat up. Her heart immediately raced as she automatically reached for her dagger that she always had hidden under her pillow.
A frown crossed her face as she heard a thumbing noise. Almost as if someone had fallen and then the sound of shattered glass. She jumped out of her bed, with nothing on but her bare skin and her dagger in hand.
The corridors of the inn was silent and dark. A wonder of why no one awoke from its slumber from the crashing sounds was a mystery to her.
She heard a thumbing sound down below so she walked down the steps softly and then she saw the minstrel being tossed through the commonroom.
"Get the minstrel!" Growled a rather bulky looking figure. Though the figure was dressed in a crimson red uniform and a golden mask. Two others, dressed in the same garment jumped forward to grab the minstrel while Marissa hid on the staircase.
"No! No please!" The minstrel yelped while he tried to crawl away from the two that grabbed him by his feet, dragging him back.
The warrior woman waited till the two masked figures walked by the staircase and she jumped from her hidingspot and planted the dagger in the first man's neck. His scream filled the commonroom and she immediately used the man as her shield as the other grabbed its blade and stuck it in the body. Marissa yanked out the dagger from her meatshield and planted it in the other's head. As the men fell she pulled out the blade from the man's chest and she saw the third charging at her with its weapon drawn. Marissa blocked an incoming blow and with a swing of her blade she stabbed the man in his chest, twisting the blade to make him squeal, taking some personal pleasure from the man's death.
"O, thank you!" The minstrel cried in gratitude.
"Are you alright?" The warrior wanted to know and the minstrel nodded. Giving her enough information on his well being."You know who these men were?"
"I have no idea..." At that moment the Innkeeper walked in in blind panic and he jumped when he saw the three bodies and the naked woman standing in between them.
"You better call the guards..." Marissa said and she walked passed.
The following day Marissa got her horse from the stables, ready to move on. The innkeeper had called the guards that night but since the men were already dead there was nothing they could do. As she saddled her horse the minstrel came over and looked at the woman with a red blush on his pale cheeks.
"Erm...I am wanting to thank you again for the rescue."
"There is no need...the guards will keep you safe." She said simply. She was no longer curious for such adventures. She simply assumed they were assassins sent to kill the minstrel for what he did. She eyed him for a moment. He sure was a handsome elf, handsome enough to make a husband angry for making avances to his wife.
"Can I come with you?" The minstrel asked.
"You are safer off here..." She said as she then climbed into the saddle of her brown steed M'neth.
The minstrel remained quiet for a while as his eyes did not immediately looked at her.
"Stop looking like you have seen me naked..." She remarked, sounding somewhat annoyed over his behavior.
The minstrel mumbled an apology and rather awkwardly he looked at her. Giving her the puppylook that made Marissa sigh.
"Fine but you get your own horse..." She then said firmly. "And you will do exactly as I say, when I say it..."
The minstrel cheered and made even a small jump of joy.
"I got my own!" He said and he vanished into the stables and returning moments later with a donkey beside him, wearing a saddle and carrying his bags.
"That...is your horse?" She asked and the minstrel nodded.
"My noble steed Malbert!"
Marissa sighed and she lifted herself in her saddle."Fine but then keep up..."
"But what can I call my hero and protector? I am Elvalel." The minstrel said.
"Marissa Myne"
"Marissa Myne! Such a name for songs of glory and tales of legend! I shall accompany you and make your travels legend!" Elvalel cried Out happily and was almost about to burst into song be he struggled to get into his saddle.
O, this will be a long journey, Marissa thought.
BLADE
&
FIRE:
THE FAY PRINCE
Chapter 1, the elven minstrel
The village of Graytown stood in the north near the northern mountains. It was a quiet town, with buildings made from the timber gathered from the High Forest that was located at the foot of the mountain-chain.
There was a storm raging and the thick raindrops fell upon the head of the lonesome rider that rode into the village that evening. The streets looked desolate, clearly the villagers had remained indoors to hide from the raging storm.
The rider strode over the cobalt laid streets and stopped its horse before the Inn called: The Cracked Flask and the rider stalled its horse in the nearby stables and entered the inn.
It was a rowdy night and the Inn was packed with all sorts of people. The Inn smelled like sweaty men and alcohol and the wenches made their way between the rows of tables to supply the already tipsy or even drunken customers with alcohol, food or...other entertainment. At the back of the commonroom was a huge fireplace where everyone gathered, on the walls hung the heads of several hogs and deer as trophies on the wall above it.
An elf with long black hair in een ponytail, pale skin and emerald colored eyes, dressed in rather colorful clothing sang a cheery song that made the crowd sing along, cheer and laugh.
The rider made its way through the crowd to the bar where the Innkeeper was busy serving his customers with their orders. The Innkeeper was a rather bulky man. He had no head on his head, a very round head and two small dark colored eyes. Beneath his round nose grew a rather large moustache that curled up on either side. The man's apron was pulled so tight around his body that it looked that it could snap at any moment.
The rider stood at the counter and raised a hand to attract the man's attention.
"'Ello there! What kinda wether we be having eh?" Cheered the happy Innkeeper "What can I getcha? Sumthing tha drink or maybe just a bed for the night?"
"Just a bed thank you..." The rider softly spoke and when the hood fell off it revealed Marissa Myne hidden under it. Her crimson hair was braided down till her waist and made her pale features stand out with her bright blue eyes that eyed the rather bubbly Innkeeper.
The Innkeeper eyed the warrior for a moment and his small eyes fell upon the brown and red halfplated armor that covered her chest before he looked at her and his enormous Moustache curled up a little as a sign of him smiling.
"Aye Lass!" The Innkeeper cheered. "What name can I put you under missus....?"
"Myne, Marissa Myne." The warrior answered.
The Innkeeper than looked at her with a flat look before he bursted out in laughter, holding his round belly with both hands "Aye Lass! If that is the alias you wish to go under but we both know that she is still in Vragos, working for queen Almanea."
The warrior just smiled at that and paid the Innkeeper the gold she owed him for the room. She was content with the thought of idea that the Innkeeper thought that she was staying there under an alias.
Her time in Vragos was a fond one, one that had left her with a title and a name people would recognise. But the road had still beckoned her back to it. She never had remained anywhere longer than she felt she should.
Marissa then moved to the common area where the minstrel was still playing his songs. She found herself a quiet spot at an empty table in the corner and listened to the song that sounded something like this:
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
He sang his songs not for glory,
Or for the piles of gold,
He sang his songs so his cup would end o nooo!
He sang his songs o, for the ladies!
And to travel roads untold!
He sang his songs for better days,
And for the darker days behold!
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
The minstrel was a pretty boy,
He was of fair and grace,
He claimed no one could beat his beauty,
Until this maiden came!
She had blonde hair and walked with grace,
It made the minstrel's heart race,
But the maiden fair said onto him,
You are but a lad,
You have no lands,
And got no glory,
So there is no way we wed!
In a tavern far away,
A minstrel sang his song,
He sang his songs o, for the ladies,
And for the gents but o, come on!
The song went on a while longer and Marissa ordered an ale. She sat there listening to the minstrel as he played several songs thereafter. Her eyes looked through the commonroom. There were many kind of people, many races also. From human to several orcs to a drunk dwarf at the bar that had his head resting on the bar.
"Hey come on now bard! Play another funny song!" Shouted a drunk patron when the elven minstrel had just told everyone he was due for a short break.
"B-but I..." The minstrel squeaked uncomfortably.
The drunken patron stumbled towards the minstrel and snatched the lute right out of his delicate elven hands.
"C'mon! Gimme a song!" The patron shouted as he harshly brushed his meaty fingers over the strings.
For a moment Marissa simply watched as the minstrel managed to keep himself from a panic attack and no one else seemed to do anything about it.
The patron jammed on the lute and filled the room with a terrible noise. The minstrel cried for his lute returned but there was no response from the drunk patron who seemed all the more annoyed he did not got what he demanded and he raised the lute up in the air, about to crash the instrument onto the ground but before that could happen Marissa sprung from her seat and grabbed the man's wrist so he could not drop the lute.
"Oi! Whu?" The patron grumbled drunkily as he looked up at the warrior.
"Give it back..." The warrior spoke simply with a sternness in her voice which gave the man pause of his next action and handed the lute back to the minstrel.
"O, thank you!" The minstrel cried as he was hugging his lute like a long lost lover.
"It was nothing..." Marissa seemed to merely shrug it off and returned to her ale.
After her ale she left the commonroom to venture to her room. She walked up the wooden steps to her room at the second floor of the inn and walked into her room. It was a small room that would fit only a bed and a wardrobe. Enough room for a single night.
Marissa took off the soaked cloak and her armor, revealing the simple tunic and cotton trousers she was wearing under it and set herself to bed.
In the middle of the night Marissa awoke and she sat up. Her heart immediately raced as she automatically reached for her dagger that she always had hidden under her pillow.
A frown crossed her face as she heard a thumbing noise. Almost as if someone had fallen and then the sound of shattered glass. She jumped out of her bed, with nothing on but her bare skin and her dagger in hand.
The corridors of the inn was silent and dark. A wonder of why no one awoke from its slumber from the crashing sounds was a mystery to her.
She heard a thumbing sound down below so she walked down the steps softly and then she saw the minstrel being tossed through the commonroom.
"Get the minstrel!" Growled a rather bulky looking figure. Though the figure was dressed in a crimson red uniform and a golden mask. Two others, dressed in the same garment jumped forward to grab the minstrel while Marissa hid on the staircase.
"No! No please!" The minstrel yelped while he tried to crawl away from the two that grabbed him by his feet, dragging him back.
The warrior woman waited till the two masked figures walked by the staircase and she jumped from her hidingspot and planted the dagger in the first man's neck. His scream filled the commonroom and she immediately used the man as her shield as the other grabbed its blade and stuck it in the body. Marissa yanked out the dagger from her meatshield and planted it in the other's head. As the men fell she pulled out the blade from the man's chest and she saw the third charging at her with its weapon drawn. Marissa blocked an incoming blow and with a swing of her blade she stabbed the man in his chest, twisting the blade to make him squeal, taking some personal pleasure from the man's death.
"O, thank you!" The minstrel cried in gratitude.
"Are you alright?" The warrior wanted to know and the minstrel nodded. Giving her enough information on his well being."You know who these men were?"
"I have no idea..." At that moment the Innkeeper walked in in blind panic and he jumped when he saw the three bodies and the naked woman standing in between them.
"You better call the guards..." Marissa said and she walked passed.
The following day Marissa got her horse from the stables, ready to move on. The innkeeper had called the guards that night but since the men were already dead there was nothing they could do. As she saddled her horse the minstrel came over and looked at the woman with a red blush on his pale cheeks.
"Erm...I am wanting to thank you again for the rescue."
"There is no need...the guards will keep you safe." She said simply. She was no longer curious for such adventures. She simply assumed they were assassins sent to kill the minstrel for what he did. She eyed him for a moment. He sure was a handsome elf, handsome enough to make a husband angry for making avances to his wife.
"Can I come with you?" The minstrel asked.
"You are safer off here..." She said as she then climbed into the saddle of her brown steed M'neth.
The minstrel remained quiet for a while as his eyes did not immediately looked at her.
"Stop looking like you have seen me naked..." She remarked, sounding somewhat annoyed over his behavior.
The minstrel mumbled an apology and rather awkwardly he looked at her. Giving her the puppylook that made Marissa sigh.
"Fine but you get your own horse..." She then said firmly. "And you will do exactly as I say, when I say it..."
The minstrel cheered and made even a small jump of joy.
"I got my own!" He said and he vanished into the stables and returning moments later with a donkey beside him, wearing a saddle and carrying his bags.
"That...is your horse?" She asked and the minstrel nodded.
"My noble steed Malbert!"
Marissa sighed and she lifted herself in her saddle."Fine but then keep up..."
"But what can I call my hero and protector? I am Elvalel." The minstrel said.
"Marissa Myne"
"Marissa Myne! Such a name for songs of glory and tales of legend! I shall accompany you and make your travels legend!" Elvalel cried Out happily and was almost about to burst into song be he struggled to get into his saddle.
O, this will be a long journey, Marissa thought.