Once Upon A Time {Arranged Marriage} OPEN!!

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{ What did I miss on? C:

{{ Trex - Wondering if you just recently changed the age of Nick, or if I just hadn't noticed it before..
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Also, to all of the members in this RP, if you hadn't noticed earlier, Benathorn has resigned. So we are currently missing the oldest prince for Elyadon. I sent a PM to Shade. regarding this issue, but haven't heard back yet. What do you suggest we do, minimod? I had the craziest idea of the death of the eldest Elyadon prince and havoc and rearranged marriages, but wasn't sure if we could all cope with that plot.

((DreamHaven ~ I just edited the posts to change Nick's age to 15. Previously, it had always been 16... Your form did come first though, so it would have been my fault that I didn't pay attention to the other forms.
My opinion about your idea - I think it could work, not a crazy idea at all, it just depends on everyone's ability to want to make it work. We can either wait for Shade or someone could possibly step in and replace Benarthorn? ))

{{ Trex - Okay, good. Just wanted to check because I was pretty sure that 15 had been a 16 not too long ago. Need reassurance on my sanity..
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And thank you, I guess it's not too crazy. Maybe there could be an accident, or he gets ill. We can figure out the details later, but we should obviously wait for either Shade. or DeerInYourHeadlights to respond, and the others as well.

{I like DreamHaven's plot line quite a lot. It would certainly be an interesting twist to roleplay. However if we don't end up following it and you require someone to play the Prince, I'm happy to fix Lucas' form to make him the eldest prince of Elyadon instead of the Eldest Prince's guard. If it would be too confusing it doesn't matter - just thought I'd put it out there to be considered. }

{{ Why thank you, |Dαяκ•Кιℓℓjøγ|. I was thinking perhaps if we do go along with this plot, that since the eldest prince would have died, Tristan would become the first in line for the Elyadon throne. So you wouldn't have to go through any of the trouble. Plus, I was beginning to think this roleplay had no really intriguing plot for those of us with the charries that have not had marriages arranged for them. Not that I'm not enjoying this RP at all.. I'm really liking it c:

Basically, all of the Elyadon princes and princesses are leaving the palace, and are on their way to the Avalon palace.

YOU ARE WELCOME.

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Nickolas Nathaniel Jonathon Charles ~ Prince ~ Elyadon ~ Age 15

~Born when the first star appeared in the night sky,
This boy will never lie.
And no matter how they try,
This curse will not die.~

~But when he turns eighteen,
It has been foreseen,
That the curse will be lifted,
And he will be one of the gifted.~

Nick nodded as he listened to Tristan's explanation. It was probably unlikely that a lady of the kingdom would have risked her reputation to sneak out to meet Tristan. They were all normally too proper to do such a thing. Nick would've liked to hear a more interesting story, though he had his doubts when he asked Tristan about it. The few times he had been out in the towns and villages, he had only seen poor peasants, many that were too old, he had always wondered where the younger ones were. He sighed. "Even if I do find the one, they are most likely just a peasant. As you know, the Harvest Dance is open to everyone. I suppose our fates are mostly the same, except you need to be more prepared to catch the kingdom if something ever happens to Aiden. And don't worry, I'll be careful at the Harvest Dance." Nick gave a small smile. Life as a royal, or anyone with a high status was never going to be easy, it was rare that they allowed you to marry your true love. It was possible to love them after marriage but it would never be the same. Nick had always wondered if his parents were in love with each other, but he never had the courage to ask. Father was always away, attending to meetings and the far off lands, having barely any time to spend with his family, the only few times they really spoke were when he congratulated Nick on his musical performances at the balls they held in the Elyadon palace. Whereas Mother, though she was around more often, liked to go off to tea parties or do 'lady-like' things. Father and Mother barely spent anytime together, apart from making appearances at balls and parties.

The carriage rolled to a stop and Nick smiled. He was starting to have ache sitting around in the carriage for too long. He pulled the strings of his bag tightly as Tristan got out of the carriage and then plonked it onto the seat before yawning and getting up. A yell from Tristan alerted him and he quickly hopped out of the carriage and saw the clashing swords between his brother and a scarred man. A second man jumped out from behind the bushes and Tristan yelled from Nick to help. Nick nodded and pulled out his sword and ran towards the second man. The rogue saw him and swung at him, Nick parried the blow and swiped at the man's forearm, leaving a deep slash. He smiled, it had been a while since he had a good fight. In the man's moment of pain, Nick kicked the rogue's shins, quite painfully and the man fell to the ground, his sword clattering just out of the man's reach. Nick grabbed it and placed his own sword against the rogue's neck. "Who are you and what are you doing following our carriage?"He hissed at the man and narrowed his eyes.

The once silent clearing had become a ringing den, the sound of steel against steel overriding the peaceful burbling of the brook. The horses had started, the coachman and footman had disappeared, and the princes were each having their own duel. But against whom? Dodging one of the man's heavy blows, and twisting to the right, Prince Tristan slammed the flat side of his sword against the offender's ribs, causing him to stumble back in pain. The younger man seized the opportunity to slap his attacker's hand, which caused the sword to drop with a dull clang on the mossy ground. Yes, it was that easy. Keeping his eyes on the mysterious man, Tristan lifted the fallen sword by hooking the tip of his own weapon on the hilt. Taking the man's gleaming steel, the prince bent down towards his attacker, who had fallen to his knees. Edging the two piercing blades to the man's neck, Tristan nodded with his head for him to get up and move. The man stumbled toward the carriage, forced back by the opposing blades, and slumped against his partner-in-crime, the man who had attacked Nick.

Keeping his swords trained on the two strange men, the prince scrutinized both of them closely. One of them growled at Nick's question, spitting at the younger prince's boot. "Weren't followin ya," was all he grumbled. His heavy accent hinted at his low Avalonian origin, confirming Tristan's suspicions.

"They're rogues. From Avalon, I'm guessing. Escaped from the hardships of war, perhaps." the older prince observed, noting their scraps of clothing and the dirt on their bodies. Glancing up at the sound of hoof beats, Tristan nodded at Nick, alerting him of the newcomers. The horses slowed, and the clink of armor was heard as one of the riders descended from his horse. He wore the cerulean colors of Avalon, marking him as an ally. Motioning to the other soldiers, the first rider began barking orders immediately.

"Get the two rogues tied up and in the cart, I want them out of the way. You four, search for the horses and servants. You two, search the forest for more of these scoundrels." he commanded, pointing as necessary. Pulling off his silver helmet, the man stepped towards the two princes, who apparently no longer had to worry about the rogues. "Your majesties," he said, giving them both quick bows. "His majesty, Prince Kaleb Kasey Carter of Avalon has sent us to sort out this rogue business on the border. I apologize for not getting here soon enough. We will take care of them from here, thank you for your assistance."

Tristan nodded at the man, waving off his apology. He and Nick had things well in hand. At the mention of Prince Kaleb, the older brother raised an eyebrow. "This prince you speak of, he is the younger of the two princes? How does he fare?" The second Avalon prince was spoken of much more than Zerrick. He supposed it was because he got out much more, traveled around the kingdom, and was often heard of courting the most favored women. Like his brother, Prince Kaleb was handsome, charming, and smart. All of the royal siblings were. But he actually made an effort to be known and seen in public. He and Tristan were very different.

"His majesty fares well, your highness." was all the soldier said before bowing once more, and returning to the company of his soldiers, who had locked the two men up in an iron cage, and had mounted their horses. Waving us off, they rode back through the forest in unison, the cage rattling behind two horses.

Turning to his brother, Tristan sighed. "Well, how's that for a quick adventure? They could have escorted us back." he said, but was grateful that they had at least found their horses and staff. Sheathing his silver sword, the older prince slipped back into the carriage, tapped the roof once more, and they were on their way again.

{{ Just you let you guys know, I will be busy for the next couple days, so I'm not sure when I'll have access to my laptop. Sorry about that. :/

[ChibiWolfie]

S a m a n t h a ⋆ B r i d g e w e l l
⊰ "Samuel" Bridgewell when in disguise ⊱
⊰ Head Avalon Knight ⊱ ⊰ Female ⊱ ⊰ Nineteen years old ⊱ ⊰ Disguised as a male? [yes] [no] ⊱

The knight walked on towards the magnificent palace which would be holding the Harvest Dance. She imagined the decorations making the whole place lively, with beautiful colors of every kind. She stopped walking once she made her way to an entrance, guarded by two of her fellow knights. They saluted her and let her pass into the castle. As she entered, she saw maids and servants quickly hustling to make the place orderly and beautiful. She had entered the ball room where the dance would be held. One maid carrying a large basket of flowers almost ran right into Samantha. With a quick apologize, the maid continued walking to wherever she was heading. Samuel herself continued walking, but with a fast pace in case someone almost bumped into her again. Samantha entered another door on the far end of the room, and found herself in the courtyard where everyone would be entering from. She walked around the courtyard a few times, wondering if she would attend the dance herself, as a female, rather than disguised as a male. She wouldn't get caught, would she? She'll just say that "Samuel's" sister is "Samantha." Of course however, they were the same person. Yes. It sounded like a good idea, to attend a dance without being in disguise. Besides, masks were required so no one would be able to tell that Samuel is a female. Samantha let out a small smile. It was funny how she is constantly disguised as a male named "Samuel," rather than being the female named "Samantha" she really is. All so she could become a knight.

Samuel's mind continued to wander until she finally came to a decision. She would attend the dance. She exited the courtyard and quickly walked towards her home. Her home was located in the woods, on the eastern side of the town. It takes her about ten minutes just to walk there. The forest she walked through was thick with trees, but soon came to a small clearing, with a cottage in the middle. There was a small wooden stable to the right of the cottage that could fit just one horse. Samuel could hear a small neigh that came from the stable. It was her warmblood horse, Lyonus. She ignored him for now and went straight in her cottage house. Samantha walked over towards her bed and pulled out a box from underneath. She had no idea when was the last time she opened the box. This box held a dress that was bought for her, when she was a young girl, by her uncle when she lived with him. The dress was a beautiful silky red with white ruffles. Samantha loved the beautiful design on the dress. Smiling to herself, Samantha lay the dress on her bed. Now wasn't the time she would put it on. She still had to wait as a knight and greet the Elyadon people in front of the ball room.

((Sorry if this post is all... Iffy. My mind was jumbled and I had no idea what to write.))

((Also, maybe everyone should start arriving at Avalon now?))

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Sweeping down the halls with his personal servant in tow, the young prince quickly headed toward the grand ballroom. The large cavernous room was already spotless, flowers were being hung up, and the large windows were being polished by servants on ladders. Nodding in approval, the prince entered the ballroom, causing the seravanst to drop what they were doing and bow or curtsy. As they resumed their work, KC examined their faces for someone to tease until it was time for the ball. With a quick sweep around the room, no one had caught his glance, and no one interested him. Until the slim body of the head Avalon knight slipped into view. KC had never really met this particular knight before, as he was usually in use of he King. But the knight hardly noticed him, and continued through the ballroom without a glance his way. Strange, he would think one would make an effort to notice a prince. Watching the man exit the room, he slumped back on a velvety bench, signaling his servant. "When does the masquerade begin, Hensley? And is my mask complete?" he asked, his eyes flickering up to the painted ceiling.

"The Harvest Dance begins precisely at six tonight, sire." the servant replied, clasping his hands behind his back. "And yes, your mask has been finished. It is ready for the masquerade." The prince nodded in approval and sighed contentedly. Now he just had to wait an hour or so until the Elyadon court arrived, and he would be the star of the show.

{{ Yes, the Elyadon princes and princesses should all be in their carriages by now.. Tristan and Nick are past the border, and almost to the Avalon palace.

[Tianuki]

Nickolas Nathaniel Jonathon Charles ~ Prince ~ Elyadon ~ Age 15

~Born when the first star appeared in the night sky,
This boy will never lie.
And no matter how they try,
This curse will not die.~

~But when he turns eighteen,
It has been foreseen,
That the curse will be lifted,
And he will be one of the gifted.~

The clashing of swords between Prince Tristan and the scarred rogue continued. Nick looked over to his brother, all the while keeping an eye on the rogue. Tristan swiftly brought the man to his knees and brandished both swords, trapping his attacker's neck, one move and the rogue would be dead. Nick smiled and then turned back to his own attacked, who growled at his question and spat on his boot. Nick was amused, the attacker was likely to be telling the truth, as the two rogues seemed to be coming from Avalon and chanced upon meeting the two princes.

The thundering of hoof beats and dust clouding the air caused Nick to turn his gaze towards the side. An Elyadon knight hopped down from his horse and started ordering his men. When the men scurried away to do their given tasks, did the knight then pull of his helmet and bow at the princes and explained the situation to them. Nick frowned, why was it not the eldest prince who ordered for these actions to be taken? Nick removed his sword from near the rogue's throat and sheathed it, handing him over so that the knights could decide the rogue's fate. With barely a farewell, the party of knights departed, going back from where they had come.

Nick nodded at Tristan's comment and then hopped into the carriage after Tristan. Metal clanged against the carriage door, Nick realised that he was still holding onto his attackers' sword. Nothing special, just a plain piece of steel, but he did not want to and could not just dispose of it here, he should have handed it over to one of the knights. He went inside the carriage and shut it firmly behind him and sat down as Tristan tapped the roof.

"Tristan," he said as they both settled down on their seats, "What are your thoughts on Prince Kaleb? There is something quite unsettling about this matter. Why was it the second prince that ordered for these actions regarding the rogue business to be taken? Should not the eldest prince, Prince Zerrick be in charge of these matters? The second prince, please forgive me for saying this, normally indulges in his own given freedom and there are rarely any tasks that he has to handle. Is it not always Prince Kaleb who is riding around town courting ladies, how does he find the time to govern such matters? Perhaps I am overlooking something." Nick frowned.

The carriage continued to roll down the path leading to Avalon. The rolling fields had already turned into dark forests by now and the bushes rustled in the wind. Nick looked out the window at the sky. It was quite cloudy, though the sun was still shining brightly. Was it still going to be a clear evening for the Harvest Dance or was it going to rain?

((~ Could not be bothered with the coloured speech anymore. <.<
I will also be away from the 23rd until the 26th and then maybe the days leading up to New Years? I might have a few moments where I can hop onto the laptop, otherwise, I won't be on CS much.))

[hotaru.]

Step out of your nightmares,
hold my hand,
I'll be here with you,
wherever you are.

But just beware,
That we would go into
our own land,
As we flew,
Across the stars.

You'll enter another nightmare.

I am what you call a....
Nightmare.

X

Ian Holland || Male || 17 || Eldest Princess's Maid || Avalon

(Thank you. I will start role playing in the next post, however,
is there anyone I can role play with? I am truly sorry that I keep on writing in OOC...)

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{{ Trex - Whoops, sorry. When I said Elyadon soldier, I meant Avalon soldier. Gah, these colors are mixing me up. I'll get them right eventually.^-^
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.Stuffed Turkey. - Your welcome! And talking in OCC is fine, I guess.. Up to the Shade. and minimod I guess. I mean.. I'm okay with it. :/

[Tianuki]

((o.O DreamHaven, I'll correct my post at once, I had a feeling you were meaning that but I was confused... =P Anyways, I'll change it now. ))

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Tristan leaned back comfortably as the carriage lurched forward, listening carefully to Nick's concerned question. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, Nick. But it is rather strange.." Tristan contemplated the thought. As a second prince himself, he hadn't had to give out orders regarding political issues. Not ever. "I suppose Zerrick must be busy with his own tasks. There are only two of them, and perhaps Zerrick is not as responsible as our oldest brother? Aiden is usually on top of things such as these. I've never been called forward to make such decisions." Aiden and Tristan had an even more distant relationship that he and Nick shared. There had always been a bit of a disgruntlement between the two, something that had come up long ago in the past, when they were toddlers. Aiden could hold a grudge forever, and Tristan simply avoided him altogether.

Staring out of the side window had become a favorite sport to pass the time for Tristan, whose eyes were glued to the thick sledge of glass. The scenery passed by in brown and green blurs, the carriage jostling every now and then. They had passed the gates into the kingdom, and were soon arriving the Avalon palace. There it stood, proud and gleaming, right in the center of Avalon. The curved cobblestone streets that wound up the steep ascent to the palace caused the carriage to lurch sideways dangerously, but the wheels stayed firmly to the ground.

The last time Tristan had visited the Avalon palace was when the two kings had contracted the marriage. All members of the two families were required to be present as witnesses, and the second Elyadon prince had dreaded the meeting. But this time, the occasion was entirely different, and he could sense a much more festive mood as they swept through the streets. As everyone in both kingdoms were invited, no matter their status, masks of all colors and sizes hung from stalls the lined the roads. People were dressed in their fanciest, silk ribbons and puffs of hair making a beeline towards the palace entrance. In their carriage, Tristan was grateful he didn't need to walk the distance. The palace seemed to be perched on a mountain, the highest building for miles.

The princes' carriage drove past the fancy curled gates and rolled right up to the main entrance of the palace, the gravel below the wheels crunching loudly. Tristan took a deep breath, reminded himself that he still needed an outfit, and slid out of the carriage door after the footman announced their arrival. Nodding at Nick once they were both out of the carriage, he jerked his thumb toward the closest stall. "I'll be in there, getting an outfit for tonight. Yell if you need me." he joked, as it would be impossible to hear someone yell over the roar of voices all around. He waved at Nick and turned, heading to the stall he had pointed to.

{{ Trex - Thanks for the quick change :3

[hotaru.]

(I'm really really sorry that I'm talking in OOC all the time,
I'll promise its my last one. Is there anyone who's willing to role play
with Ian Holland? He's Avalon's Eldest princess's guard. And for the eldest
princess, I haven't seen her role play.