♣ Against the Odds ♣ Medieval RP (Accepting!)

[sandpipers]

Harley Bossard | 20 | Ulea
Harley sat perched in a tree. She had many rabbits and squirrels hooked onto her belt that she had hunted for the royal cook. She had despised going into the kingdom, Peter, her brother, would probably find her and find some way to argue with her. She sighed softly, as it wasn't a far walk, so she wouldn't have much time to think of what would happen if she bumped into Peter. She leapt down from the tree and began to trek down the hill the tree sat on. She suddenly stopped, remembering the ball. "Maybe Peter will go to that instead." She continued into the castle, avoiding the stables and making a direct path for the kitchen, where she knew one of the cooks would already be waiting.

Peter Bossard | 20 | Ulea
Peter walked into the stables, where his stallion Aspen was. He brushed Aspen's mane a bit. He let out a long sigh when he was done brushing Aspen. He opened Aspen's stable door, letting him out. Peter lead him to a grassy knoll outside the stables and watched as Aspen trotted around, shaking his mane.

[mimosal]

(Oh god, okay, how do we want to do this? Should we just time skip them then? :< Bit suckish we couldn't write out the preparations or anything, but we might not have a choice.)

S I B Y L - B L A I R , -T H I E F - O F - U L E A
✖✖✖ But the best of thieves couldn't take my love away. ✖✖✖

Sibyl stopped as the Prince suddenly bent over. At first she was a bit taken aback by the gesture, not familiar with the movement. Her first expectation was that he was either easily exhausted and very dramatic about needing to catch his breath or that he had dropped something and needed to find it. However, it dawned on her that it was a bow and a questioning smirk came into play. His low voice threatened to make her laugh. She tried to fight the gesture, having been unused to a genuine laugh. It seemed her skills of keeping a straight face failed her in that moment as a few short, musical laughs fell from her lips.

"A God?" she drawled out, playing along. She set her hands on her hips and bent over to look the prince in the eyes. "I feel like a god would be of higher status than just a lowly prince." she cast him a wink then stood straight before walking backwards along the road. The castle wasn't far from them now. Had this distraction of a ball not come up, it is likely that she would be dragging. At that point, however, her bright mood get her going. "Though I prefer the more humble prince over the grand god, my acceptance still stands." she slid the dagger back into her sheathe with one fluid motion, having forgotten she still held it until just then.

Sibyl examined the prince for the first time as a friend, rather than some stranger who might pose a threat to the well being of herself and Krea. He moved with a certain grace that had likely been enforced upon him at a young age. His eyes seemed to convey more emotion than he might have liked. They were interesting in and of themselves, not so ironclad and shut off as Sibyl would have expected from the Prince of a ruthless kingdom. He was not overwhelmed with muscle-- those with bulging muscles were a bit off putting to Sibyl, anyhow-- but he was certainly fit. All in all, he didn't seem like the one who would be destined for the throne. He was kind and far from the horror stories she had heard on the streets.

P R I N C E - F E N D R E L - O F - R E L G I A
✖✖✖ But I can scream enough to show my face in the light of day. ✖✖✖

Fendrel leaned to the side to avoid the pebble that truly had no threat of hitting him. It made him feel better to have moved a little, though, rather than sitting idle as something came flying towards him. He shot a grimace to his sister, shaking his head, "No thank you, you hit hard." He replied quickly, "I'd rather keep my head on my shoulders." he kept a flat expression for only a moment before snickering at the memories of the times he had upset Eleanora enough to drive her to smack him, or, in a few cases, chase him around the room with a shoe. He had often posed threats to her dolls and dresses. He had even found a way to get a pig into her room once. That was one of his proudest accomplishments.

"I would shake on that bet, but I'd rather not be pulled off of my horse." He chirped to Chris. Handshakes were usually a bad idea when one was up higher. The other tended to get mischievous.

It didn't take long for them to reach the castle from then. It was later than Fendrel had anticipated. There would be guests arriving to the ball soon. A swear came from under his breath as they rode up to the stables. He quickly dismounted and handed the reins to a stable hand. "Ele, go get yourself presentable." He was already backing up towards the steps to the main hall. "We cut it close." He spun on his heels and raised his pace to a jog, bursting through the doors shortly thereafter. Inside, he did a brief moment of collecting his thoughts and making sure he was calm, before calling out for his father.

[FrostStar77]

{Goodness, I am so sorry that I haven't been on very much. My mom had her birthday and I had a huge project. Anyways I am going to have the ball starting. I'm sorry if there are a lot of things going on but I want to get this RP in gear. Accepted!}

Sυммεя

Summer moved slowly as she started to walk to the carriage. Her silver dress fluffed out and her dark hair was pinned up to the back. Her makeup was done in excellent detail. She watched her feet to make sure that she wouldn't trip on her dress. She sighed knowing that she was probably going to have to do this the whole night.

Lillian followed her sister, dressed up in what she thought was her best, a shiny golden colored dress that complimented her curves. Her hair was half up half down, the sides twisted into intricate swirls and her silvery blonde curls hanging down to her mid back. Her blue eyes flashed uncertainly and her hand rested on the golden pendant hanging around her neck for a moment. She closed her eyes and got into the carriage after her sister

[honeyhues]

{Alright, well there still can be some preparation. Since some people aren't ready yet. I'm so sorry I didn't know where everything is. We will start it in a little}

[FrostStar77]

(Oh mkay! Pretend I didn't post that)

Lillian sat in her room, holding up jewelry and dresses to herself in the mirror, trying to decide on what to wear

[.celestential.]

Eleanora's eyes widened when she realized how late it really was. They'd lost track of time while they weren't at the castle and now they were apar going to be late to their own ball. She picked up her skirts and ran up the stairs and into the castle, not caring that anyone could see her and that this was not something a proper princess did. She hurried to her room and closed the door behind her, kicking off her shoes as she went. She didn't care about the mess, someone would clean it up later, even if it had to be her. She undressed quickly and pulled out her nicest dress from the closet. The pale pink material shimmered when it moved, and it was her favorite dress she owned. She slipped it on quickly and arranged the many layers until they were all straightened then turned into the mirror. With a few expertly placed pins, her hair was partially up and partially down, framing her face. She then turned to her dresser where her crown was sitting. She hated the thing, it forced her to keep her head up, but she knew her father would be furious if she didn't have it on. Once Eleanora was ready she stepped out of her rooms, collecting herself until she was the picture of tranquility, as a princess should be.

[sandpipers]

Harley Bossard | 20 | Ulea
Harley dropped of the various amounts of squirrels and rabbits she had caught at the kitchen, receiving a large sum of money in return. As she walked out of the castle, she could see some of the knights in the stables with their stallions. She grimaced slightly, she had thought that since it was dark and there was a ball tonight that the knights would've been gone. She could see Peter by his steed, and she leaned against the fence, watching him and the other knights. "Where's your captain?" She said slyly, knowing this would irritate Peter, "Off to the ball?"

Peter Bossard | 20 | Ulea
Peter looked up suddenly, growling to himself. He marched across the knoll and started arguing with Harley until eventually he stormed off, taking Aspen with him. He shut the stable door loudly, grumbling to himself. Everyone was at the ball and he had to stay here and protect the castle with the other knights. The last person he would've wanted to see was Harley. "She's so... Immature!" He bursted out suddenly, seemingly talking to Aspen.

[emango23]

Melo | 20 | prince of Ulea | w/Sibyl and Krea

Melo tried to keep a straight and serious face as he put on his little act, but he couldn't help but smile when he heard Sibyl's laughter. It was sweet and melodic, like a bubbling brook in the spring, clear and filled with a gentle joy. How had such a creature found it's way onto the street, in a city like that, was a mystery to him.

"Understood" He bowed deeply again, and glanced up at her with a smile. It was quite nice, actually, that she thought that way, even if it had just been in humor. "I do know a few figures in the royal family that believe themselves to be gods, or something of the like. They are quite terrifying when they get into fits." he chuckled lightly, though they did hold a rather dark place in his heart. They were disgusting beings, vain and arrogant to the point they thought of themselves as untouchable. Luckily, many of them were younger sons and daughters, and currently the eldest children of the powerful kingdoms weren't nearly as corrupt.

As they had been walking, Melo had not noticed that they were approaching the castle until they had turned a gentle bend and it came into full view. The banners of Ulea flying from the topmost turrets , blues and silvers and whites against the sunset. The front gate was almost directly in front of them, and four guards stood at attention and turned their heads when they noticed the trio. The prince looked worriedly at the small group of iron-plated men, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted Charles. he must have joined the gate watch to wait for his return.

[honeyhues]

Sυммεя

Summer traced her fingers against the shiny material. The dress was longer than her usual ones so she would have to be extra careful. She had some of her maids tighten her corset before she started putting on all her puffy skirts. Until the silvery material laid perfectly against her body. She went over to her mirror and started adding some of her makeup as the maids brushed her long dark hair. She did the top of her eyes with a black pencil. Summer then dismissed the maids and started working on her hair. She leaved a small bump on top to add volume. Then pinned it behind her head, with some sparkling diamond pins. She smiled at her self in the mirror and then took a couple of deep breaths. It was going to be a long night.

[sandpipers]

Harley Bossard | 20 | Ulea
Harley was almost in tears after she and her brother were done arguing. She blinked them away, clearing her throat. "What?!" She said at a knight, who happened to be in the patch near the stables. She had tried to make her voice sound aggressive, but it was wavering, and she seemed to choke on her own words.

((anyone have an open character in Ulea?))