We The Kings (CS RP) [Open/Accepting!]

[ivory.]

Yeah, I'm working on it now, but I have to do another form for another RP after so I won't post straight away ^^" }}

[ivory.]

Username: Ebony Skies ;

Character's Name: King Falske, however his family call him by his first name; Trident.

Gender: Male.

Position: King.

Kingdom: Kingdom Six, Tearid.

Emblem: >>> Moved so it's not in the way of the form. A small golden trident.



Personality: Falske is a very hands-on king who likes to make choices alone. He would be the king to fight on the front line in war, leading his warriors. He's a big and strong character who relishes bloodshed, believing it is right to defend his kingdom, even if that means taking lives. He enjoys duels and knows he is capable of handling a weapon, in fact being quite skilled with his claws and teeth alone.
He usually refuses to leave his his castle without armor and guards as he is usually high on the wanted list from assassins for his talented fighting skills. He has previously survived three assassinations and is not prepared to make it a fourth.
Falske is a very gentle old man unless he is at war. He is very reasonable with punishments and is talented in keeping a level head. He is not the kind of warrior to go on a rampage, but fight tactically, which can prove to make him quite strong. He is like any wise old kings from a fairy-tale, always humble, welcoming and gentle.
He is not too old and wrinkled, but about middle-aged. He has lived to know how to be wise.

Background: He is not the first ruler of Tearid. In fact, his father was completely opposite; always hot-headed and rushing into things in a rage and panic. Falske believes it was his mother's genes that calmed him down, since she was always know as the peace-maker in Tearid. Things were always a bit chaotic in Tearid while his father was on the throne, so Falske was often praised by the public for being so calm and reasonable.
He came to power in his late teens-early adulthood. He sat by his father in his last days - after he was fatally wounded in battle - knowing he was slowly fading. His father made him swear to be a better ruler than him. Currently, Falske seems to be at peace with his people, happy that they are controlled and also happy with his ruling. He encourages events and sometimes leads festivals and parades, just to lighten the mood around the kingdom. He often invites high-classed families to dine with him as well.
He does not have any family except a brother who lives kingdoms away, and awaits a queen so he can have a child to inherit the kingdom.

Other: His golden cloak has the kingdom emblem on the back and has been passed down through his family to each rules.

Hope this is okay. I'm excited to start. Good job it's the weekend and I can spend more time here tonight ^^
Might make another as this goes on.. }}

[LithiumTrumpet]

Your character looks great! ^^

And now just reposting this since it's a new page...

Okay, I think it's time we can begin!
Sorry it took so long, I'm a bit of a sloth. ^///^

Anyways, let's get started, shall we? :3

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Warpath stood at the edge of a balcony connected to his stone castle, overlooking his kingdom. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon, smearing the sky with a warm red-orange color. He threw his gaze down below to the streets. They were empty now, but within an hour or so, they will be lined with merchants looking to sell their goods, and commoners looking to purchase goods. He could see a few sellers rolling their carts up to the street sides already. In order to get the best spot, you had to get there first. Commerce was healthy - necessary, actually. It was a sign that his kingdom was doing well, and the people were economically comfortable.

This kingdom has been built upon a throne of lies, deception, murder. But after falling and being rebuilt, he himself now sits upon a throne of honor, prosperity, and pride. Though the city was still littered with rubble and debris of the fallen kingdom, he looked at it as a reminder of what he must not become. The people don't mind the remains, it seems to give them a sense of security. Something his bloodline hasn't been able to offer. His family has always had power issues. They've all craved it too much, starved for more than just a crown. His own father, the previous King, had been spiraling down the same path as the corrupt king when Warpath had been announced Prince. If Warpath had just sat back and watched as his father brought Solustio to turmoil...who knows what would've happened.

"Prince Warpath!"

The canine monarch was snapped out of his thoughts as his name pierced his ears. He recognized the voice immediately, and looked to the sky.

"I have done it! I have been to all nine kingdoms! Novem! Nine!" A small white bat fluttered to the King and perched himself on the balcony's railings. "I have told them all of the meeting! I have told them that the Prince of War has requested their presence at his Fallen Kingdom, yes? Yes!" His heavy Latin accent overwhelming each word.

Warpath raised an eyebrow at the title the messenger, Tantibus, had given him. "The Prince of War?"

"Yes!" Tantibus said, "Fitting, no?"

"No!" Warpath flattened his ears.

Tantibus looked confused, "No, yes?"

"Yes; no!"

"Yes!"

The Prince did the canine equivalent of a facepalm. "Tantibus. Please don't call me that. It makes me sound bad."

"Oh." Tantibus thought for a moment. "King of War! Better, yes?"

Warpath groaned. He wasn't a King. Well, in a sense he was, but he didn't feel as though he had earned that title. King is a title passed down from generation to generation. He hadn't been given the title King, he had taken it from his father. He didn't deserve it, not yet. He's still a Prince as far as he's concerned.

"How about just Prince Warpath?" He suggested.

"Prince of War! Yessir!" Tantibus cheered.

Warpath sighed. "Anyways, they'll all be here tonight, correct? You told them that it starts tonight?"

The jovial messenger nodded his head, "Yuh-huh! Most of them said they'll make it. Others said that they might be late or not come at all."

"That sounds...decent, I suppose." Warpath looked at the sun. It was now a bit higher in the sky, and the red orange color was now changing into a soft blue. "I'll have everything ready by tonight." He looked back toward the bat, "Thank you for your help, Tantibus."

"Happy to help, yes!" He said, and leaped into the sky, spreading out his leathery wings to carry him off in the morning breeze.

Warpath watched the bat fly away, until he was no more than a mere dot in the sky. Looking back down to the streets of his kingdom, he could see his people beginning to stir. Soon they would fill his streets, and then later tonight, people that are not native here will be lining his streets, mingling with his own. Other rulers will be here as well, in his own castle. And he must welcome them. Tonight will be an interesting night, no doubt. He'll have fun, too; rekindling old friendships. But with old friends, there are also old enemies. He just hopes that at the end, there will be peace and not war.

[ivory.]

One issue- there's nobody to roleplay with in my kingdom. Should I just do a few filler posts until someone volunteers?... }}

[LithiumTrumpet]

Well, what's going to happen is that right now, everyone who joined that has a character of royalty should be on their way to Solustio right now. That's where I want this RP to start. :3

So, if nobody has a character in your kingdom, that's fine for now, because you won't actually be in your kingdom for the majority of this RP (that may change, though, depending on which path this RP goes down).

But if it's still bothering you, then you could make another character that resides in your kingdom that will be accompanying your ruler to the main setting...if that makes any sense. xD

[ivory.]

Oh, okay, so my first will mostly be travelling, then. }}

[LithiumTrumpet]

Pretty much, haha! ^^

It's just so everyone has a chance to jump in and figure out typing styles and personalities before the main event actually starts. c:
(...If that makes sense... xD )

[ivory.]

♛ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ • ғ ᴀ ʟ s ᴋ ᴇ

Kingdom 6; Tearid • Tagged; Warpath
King Falske was sat on a small pillow - with frilled, gold lace outlining it - on his balcony, watching the village below him burst into life. The two streets dedicated to market stalls were already bustling with enthusiastic customers and desperate market owners, and the doctor stood on a street corner preaching his good talent and crying out the names of his goods. The king made a "humph" noise and stood, instantly hearing metal clanging behind him as two bulky male guards readied themselves to follow him. His deep voice produced a low chuckle as he returned inside to his bedroom with only the finest furniture.
Being both rich and handsome, the maids did not hesitate to assist him with dressing. He kindly accepted their offers and loosely dropped a few gold coins into their paws once they had finished. "Consider it a farewell gift. We will meet again in the next weeks." He nodded his head, dismissing them, and watched them scurry away whilst hissing excited comments on what they would buy with the gold.
Finally he pulled on his royal cape. It was all the crown he needed, and to him it had much more sentimental value. He calmly flicked through his mental to-do list of the day. Ah, of course - how could he forget? Today he had to attend Prince Warpath's kingdom. Sighing, he realised he would have to prepare and set off quickly, so he called to him a maid to assemble a large group to accompany him to Warpath's gates.
It didn't take long for the maid to return and inform him that his group was ready for departure in the courtyard. He nodded briskly and finished his packing, which included some robes to wear at the table instead of his armor, a blade and some other essentials. He knew that they would prepare food and nourishment of top quality for the journey in the carriage, so he did not have to worry about packing this. He settled on wearing a belt with pouches and his blade's sheath and exited his room.
"Sir," he called down the hall, beckoning for one of his highly ranked guards to join him as he walked. "I trust you have been informed that I will be absent." he paused, awaiting the warrior's confirmation. "Good. I put you in charge of all of the defenses until I return. Understood?" Falske ordered. glancing at the dog. "Ye-yes sir. I will not fail you." the canine growled loyally. With a nod, Falske exited his castle.
After a thorough check-over of his team, the king entered the carriage. Pulling it would be four highly trained horses in two rows of two, and beside it would run his fastest lion warriors. Above would fly bats and owls who carried bows in their claws and would shoot at anybody who attacked, and cats would ahead to scout with armor made of the lightest materials and small daggers. Of course, this was all for precautions, and a lot of the defense was unlikely to be used. However, the king could not roam alone through wild forests and marshes. He needed protection of some sort.

Falske watched the land whirr past him as he rode. Journeys like this were rare because the king should only rarely stray far from the land he protects and controls. He believed it was very important for him to stay close, which is why he found it reassuring that his destination was relatively close to his land. There were small mountainous areas, but his scouts and air-bound archers searched for the safest routes for them to pass through. The final obstacle was the river. There were a few rotting bridges across that were probably made by pups years ago, but the safest bet seemed to lie nearer to the kingdom in which he was seeking. They had obviously constructed a bridge to cross between the two areas with ease, which seemed like a smart idea. Further past the river was where Falske first came into contact with Warpath's guards.
Falske bowed. "I am King Falske of Tearid, the sixth kingdom. I come to attend Prince Warpath's grand celebration. If you will, please escort me to the Prince himself." he declared in his poshest tone. The guards glanced at one another before nodding. "I will be your escort," a guard moved forward and returned the bow.
Falske returned to his carriage and they proceeded through Solustio's town, escorted as close to the tower as the guard allowed. They paused again and the guard spoke: "I will go now to inform the Prince of your arrival; you will be met again shortly."
With a nod, the royal sat back and waited.

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❝ ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ . ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ❞

kingdom :: Dowem . location :: Dowem . tags :: mother & father

Nails scrapping against the gently polished floor, Arabella the small adopted princess walked into the massive hall way. She turned left and continued walking, past towering pillars. The long brown locks of hair that framed her face where out of place and messy. She had just been woken up by a member of the staff saying er parents had news sent from one of the other kingdoms ruled by ' the prince of war '. Out side of throne room where her parents usually spent their time talking about things happening in Dowem. Before entering she pulled up her lace stockings which hung loosely around her legs and then raised a paw and scratched at the wooden door, as if she were knocking. A moment later she heard her mothers voice call." Come in!" And she pushed the tall doors apart and entered.

On the opposite side of the room where three thrones. In the second biggest sat a lovely white furred lioness, Arabella's mother, the queen of Dowen. And below the thrones was another lion. A large white male passing back and forth from one side of the room to the other. The lion was her inpatient father, the King." Good morning." She called to both nodding her head politely. Ara was the only child her parents had and was in fact adopted. Her biological parents where both dead. She had been found by one of the kings warriors who had brought her to the palace. She had stayed their for a while the staff taking care of her and even the queen herself once in a while. And she was adopted by the royal family soon after." Good morning Arabella, darling." Said her mother soothingly." We have news from the Kingdom of Solustio." This was when her father finally spoke up." There is to be a meeting tonight. We said that we would attend." Her fathers loud voice announced. Her mother then added," We wanted you to come with us, would you be willing to?" Ara then stared at her parents not knowing what to say. While they had both spoke she had made her way towards them and was now just feet away from her father. She stopped, and thought for a moment.

She had always been nervous about what the other kingdoms might think of her since she was not born royal, she found that it made her quite nervous to think that others might look at her as not suitable to inherit the throne once her mother and father couldn't. She had been born just a citizen of the kingdom in the mountains and had been afraid since the moment she was adopted that others might hate her for even being considered royal by her parents when she was not their real child. That's way she had tried to avoid being out in public for others to see her. And why every few know what she looked like, only that the King and Queen had a daughter the per furred to stay in the palace.

She nodded though. It was the last thing she had expected herself to do. But she did." I'd love to join you." She told them. She saw a smile on her mothers face and felt relieved that she was pleased she was coming with them to the meeting." Well go get ready deer, we're heading out very soon. We have a long trip to Solustio, and have to leave at just the right time if we want to get there when it starts." Her mother said. And with that, she was off. Down the halls towards her room her mind buzzing the hole time with thought and concerns to what might happen that night in ' the prince of war's ' kingdom.

[LithiumTrumpet]

Prince Warpath was scrambling around on one of the top floors in his castle, the same floor the kitchen and the dinner room were located. He was going to and fro between the two rooms, working hard to set up the room and make it look nice for tonight's meeting. Along a long mahogany table topped with a white tablecloth, he arranged plates and utensils before each chair, placing each fork and knife carefully beside the plates.
He paused for a moment to look at the knife in his paw, and the ones strewn about on the table. He hoped no one would make an attempt to injure one another with his silverware. After a quick moment of wondering whether or not knives should be available, he shook his head and finished setting the table; complete with large unlit candles and multiple bottles of the finest grape juice his kingdom can provide.

Warpath's ears perked up as a guard entered the dining room.

"Sire," The guard saluted, "Falske, the King of Tearid, has arrived and wishes to meet with you immediately." He said, a bit winded from the many stairs that lead up to this room.

The Prince hesitated a second before nodding to his guard.
"Right, lead me to him."

"Yessir." The guard barked, and together they moved down the stairs to the ground floor of the castle. The guard opened the great doors that shut out the world from the inside of the building, and held them for his ruler. Warpath passed through the doors and within seconds, his eyes caught sight of the visiting King.

Walking up to him, Warpath put on his most welcoming face. "Greetings Falske, King of Tearid. I am pleased that you were able to make it to this meeting." He bowed respectively. "You're quite early, though." He glanced up at the sun, which was now high up in the sky, marking the midpoint of the day.
"No matter, though," He reassured, "Please, come in; make yourself comfortable." He gestured to the open door of his castle.


Off in the distance, a young canine was digging through the trash for anything that may be of value that had been tossed out. She had managed to find a couple of coins, enough to purchase an apple, but nothing more. She slumped down from the garbage and sat in the cool shade of the alleyway she was in. She rolled her head up and let out a sigh, partly of relief, partly of disappointment. She would try this dumpster again tomorrow. Hopefully she'll have better luck then.
As she dusted dirt and grime from her cloak, she noticed a swarm of animals entering Solustio. Curious, she stood up and moved a bit closer, but remained in the shadowed alley. She listened intently as the Prince of Solustio was welcoming...apparently the King from Tearid.
Well that's odd...what is he doing here? She thought about Falske, when suddenly she remembered the meetings her parents had told her about; when all the rulers meet up and do...stuff. She didn't know what they did. But she did remember that every year, Warpath would leave his kingdom for a couple of weeks, along with many of his people. She had never been invited to go, but this year, she didn't have to be invited. She lived here, that was invitation enough.
She kept her eyes locked on the group of arrivals, examining them as if they were from another planet.
For all she knew, maybe they were.