My Turn... (an RP)

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Believer said:

"You have to pay for that!" Dilsha called belatedly after him, sighing. The kitchen was empty, of people at least. A pot of stew bubbled on the stove.

Alex stuck his finger in the stew, then tasted it. “Needs more salt. And you know I will,” he yelled over his shoulder at Dilsha.

 

 

[Aeoryi she/her]

Quote

My apologies but I have to work now

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

"Of course," Dilsha said, wiping her hands on her apron. She handed him a key. "It'll be 3 coppers each night."

Dilsha nodded. "Same price." She handed him a key as well.

He gave her six. "For your trouble."

[Edema Rue she/her]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Resolute said:

 

Quote

Currency is...ah...just like...basic fantasy? Copper, then silver, then gold?

Spoiler

You can have a character with basically the same powers, but I would call it something different so that this doesn't become another Clinic or Alleyverse  

See ya Aeo!

4 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

Alex stuck his finger in the stew, then tasted it. “Needs more salt. And you know I will,” he yelled over his shoulder at Dilsha.

Quote

There's a door between the kitchen and the main room, just fyi.

"don't--" Dilsha sighed. "Terribly sorry about him."

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Abstract said:

He gave her six. "For your trouble."

Dilsha's eyes widened. "Thank you kindly, sir. If I can do anything for you, don't hesitate to let me know." Six lousy coppers...and he thinks it's a gift? It must be so terrible not to have money.

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the Believer

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

 

9 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

Currency is...ah...just like...basic fantasy? Copper, then silver, then gold?

 

Quote

My mind went to dnd, 10 copper to a silver, ten silver to a gold? Also, your character now has a nickname.

"Don't what, Dil?" Alex reached over and plucked a steaming piece of pork off of a plate, then wolfed it down.

 

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the foolish

[Edema Rue she/her]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

 

 

"Don't what, Dil?" Alex reached over and plucked a steaming piece of pork off of a plate, then wplfed it down.

 

"Just a moment," Dilsha said to the people at the bar. She turned and walked into the kitchen. "Don't stick your dirty fingers into the dinner others are paying to eat," she hissed. Peasants...so disgusting. She smacked his wrist away and carefully added a tiny pinch of salt to the stew. "I'm not above throwing you out."

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the Believer

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

"Just a moment," Dilsha said to the people at the bar. She turned and walked into the kitchen. "Don't stick your dirty fingers into the dinner others are paying to eat," she hissed. Peasants...so disgusting. She smacked his wrist away and carefully added a tiny pinch of salt to the stew. "I'm not above throwing you out."

Quote

I was actually planning for Alex to be a noble.

"Fine, fine." Alex walked around the bar and stood in front of the small countertop. "I'd like to order one pot of stew."

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

18 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

"don't--" Dilsha sighed. "Terribly sorry about him."

Dilsha's eyes widened. "Thank you kindly, sir. If I can do anything for you, don't hesitate to let me know." Six lousy coppers...and he thinks it's a gift? It must be so terrible not to have money.

"Hm." He again affixed her with an intense haze, then walked away.

[Edema Rue she/her]

8 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

"Fine, fine." Alex walked around the bar and stood in front of the small countertop. "I'd like to order one pot of stew."

Dilsha followed him out of the kitchen. "You can't have the whole pot, Alex," she said, smiling faintly. 

Quote

xD that's actually awesome...Dilsha just assumes everyone she meets is ranked lower than her...in her defense, she's almost always right.

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Abstract said:

"Hm." He again affixed her with an intense haze, then walked away.

Dilsha decided she didn't like him. Still, customers were customers. It was nice to see the inn so bustling, even if the sight of so many peasants made her want to scrub her skin raw just so she could feel clean again.

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

Dilsha followed him out of the kitchen. "You can't have the whole pot, Alex," she said, smiling faintly. 

Quote

"You're right, why don't you take a break and we can share it."

[Edema Rue she/her]

10 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

"You're right, why don't you take a break and we can share it."

Dilsha gave him a long look, then raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group. "Anyone else need anything?"

Quote

Goodnight all  

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the Believer

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Believer said:

Quote

Goodnight all  

Quote

Goodnight

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

8 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

Dilsha gave him a long look, then raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group. "Anyone else need anything?"

Quote

Night!

 

[Canada Lover]

Ty stood there kindly, very patiently. He wondered if anyone would need his assistance.

Quote

Just got in a 3v1 argument like always with my friends. I was obviously the 1. Like always.

 

[ʟɪɢʜʈ]

10 hours ago, Ookla the Believer said:

"Of course," Dilsha said, wiping her hands on her apron. She handed him a key. "It'll be 3 coppers each night."

Dilsha nodded. "Same price." She handed him a key as well.

Surd went up to the room. 
 

Quote

Gtg to school be back later

 

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

10 hours ago, Ookla the Believer said:

Dilsha gave him a long look, then raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group. "Anyone else need anything?"

“See, the fact that you can’t take a break is proof that you need an assistant!”

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Quote

whats this?

 

[Mags she/they]

Quote

Is this still open to join? I was asleep when it started. Also if any of my lore doesn't work tell me and it'll get changed.

His Highness Wilhelm Midius, Prince of Nothing, threw open the door and briskly walked in. Several people batted an eye. He didn't blame them. One didn't wear gilded armor and a long bloodred cape and then expected to blend in. 

Blending in was not his intention however, indeed his purposes were quite the opposite. The King, royal family, and entire court all expected him to sulk. So decay them, he would sulk. They all expected the frivolous prince to waste his time getting wasted after being so suddenly disowned. 

Little did they know this was what he had wanted. Little did they know he had been planning and waiting for this time. Little did they know he would seek his revenge, and true justice would be served.

. . . But first he needed to find a place to stay the night.

Will made his way into the room and glanced around. It was certainly very . . . rustic.

He made a rather imposing figure, with his sharp white and gold armor, previously mentioned cape, and perfectly styled golden hair. 3 large scratch-like scars cut down over his right eye.

 Not an easily mistaken face. People would see him here, and they would talk, but that only furthered his illusion of sulking.

Will had, of course, heard of the Decay now affecting the palace, but he didn't give a rot. He had been long gone by the time it had struck. Every rotting one of them could go and decay off the face of the earth for all he cared. It would further his own plans, even.

He slid up to the bar, pushing past the small crowd of people there. It wasn't difficult, people tended to suddenly have other business that needed attending to when he ran into them. Who wanted to be seen with the fallen Prince?

"I would like a room, ma'am." He did his best to be polite. Just because one was on a quest of vengeance didn't give one an excuse to ignore the common pleasantries. He set a solid gold bar on the counter for good measure.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

the child, Larceny, sits in the back, staring. target acquired and she smiles to herself.

[Edema Rue she/her]

3 hours ago, Canada Lover said:

Ty stood there kindly, very patiently. He wondered if anyone would need his assistance.

 

Quote

*big hugs*

“Do you need anything?” Dilsha asked. “A drink, maybe?”

23 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

“See, the fact that you can’t take a break is proof that you need an assistant!”

Dilsha stuck her tongue out at him. Peasant relationships were so interesting! 

22 minutes ago, Ookla of Ravens said:

 

Quote

A new RP. Because I was bored.

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Magician said:

His Highness Wilhelm Midius, Prince of Nothing, threw open the door and briskly walked in. Several people batted an eye. He didn't blame them. One didn't wear gilded armor and a long bloodred cape and then expected to blend in. 

Blending in was not his intention however, indeed his purposes were quite the opposite. The King, royal family, and entire court all expected him to sulk. So decay them, he would sulk. They all expected the frivolous prince to waste his time getting wasted after being so suddenly disowned. 

Little did they know this was what he had wanted. Little did they know he had been planning and waiting for this time. Little did they know he would seek his revenge, and true justice would be served.

. . . But first he needed to find a place to stay the night.

Will made his way into the room and glanced around. It was certainly very . . . rustic.

He made a rather imposing figure, with his sharp white and gold armor, previously mentioned cape, and perfectly styled golden hair. 3 large scratch-like scars cut down over his right eye.

 Not an easily mistaken face. People would see him here, and they would talk, but that only furthered his illusion of sulking.

Will had, of course, heard of the Decay now affecting the palace, but he didn't give a rot. He had been long gone by the time it had struck. Every rotting one of them could go and decay off the face of the earth for all he cared. It would further his own plans, even.

He slid up to the bar, pushing past the small crowd of people there. It wasn't difficult, people tended to suddenly have other business that needed attending to when he ran into them. Who wanted to be seen with the fallen Prince?

"I would like a room, ma'am." He did his best to be polite. Just because one was on a quest of vengeance didn't give one an excuse to ignore the common pleasantries. He set a solid gold bar on the counter for good measure.

Quote

Looks good!

…hehehe, Dilsha is a foreign princess who was studying at the palace as a part of an alliance. We could have fun with this.

Dilsha raised an eyebrow at the gold bar. That was almost half as much as her daily allowance back home. “Of course, uh, your highness.” She almost giggled, but years of diplomacy lessons held it in. Her. Calling someone “your highness”. The novelty was wonderful. “Would you like a meal first, a drink maybe?”

[Weaver of Shadows he/him]

17 minutes ago, Ookla the Magician said:

His Highness Wilhelm Midius, Prince of Nothing, threw open the door and briskly walked in. Several people batted an eye. He didn't blame them. One didn't wear gilded armor and a long bloodred cape and then expected to blend in. 

Blending in was not his intention however, indeed his purposes were quite the opposite. The King, royal family, and entire court all expected him to sulk. So decay them, he would sulk. They all expected the frivolous prince to waste his time getting wasted after being so suddenly disowned. 

Little did they know this was what he had wanted. Little did they know he had been planning and waiting for this time. Little did they know he would seek his revenge, and true justice would be served.

. . . But first he needed to find a place to stay the night.

Will made his way into the room and glanced around. It was certainly very . . . rustic.

He made a rather imposing figure, with his sharp white and gold armor, previously mentioned cape, and perfectly styled golden hair. 3 large scratch-like scars cut down over his right eye.

 Not an easily mistaken face. People would see him here, and they would talk, but that only furthered his illusion of sulking.

Will had, of course, heard of the Decay now affecting the palace, but he didn't give a rot. He had been long gone by the time it had struck. Every rotting one of them could go and decay off the face of the earth for all he cared. It would further his own plans, even.

He slid up to the bar, pushing past the small crowd of people there. It wasn't difficult, people tended to suddenly have other business that needed attending to when he ran into them. Who wanted to be seen with the fallen Prince?

"I would like a room, ma'am." He did his best to be polite. Just because one was on a quest of vengeance didn't give one an excuse to ignore the common pleasantries. He set a solid gold bar on the counter for good measure.

“Another fallen noble?” Alex said, walking over. He eyed the gold bar. A substantial amount.

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the foolish

[Mags she/they]

7 minutes ago, Ookla the Believer said:

“Do you need anything?” Dilsha asked. “A drink, maybe?”

Dilsha stuck her tongue out at him. Peasant relationships were so interesting! 

Dilsha raised an eyebrow at the gold bar. That was almost half as much as her daily allowance back home. “Of course, uh, your highness.” She almost giggled, but years of diplomacy lessons held it in. Her. Calling someone “your highness”. The novelty was wonderful. “Would you like a meal first, a drink maybe?”

He smiled, Will could be charming when he wanted to be. "Oh, there's no need for titles, I'm no longer a Prince, as I'm sure you know." 

The mention of food made his stomach turn. Will was hungry, very hungry, so hungry it made him sick. But that was a problem for another time. He adjusted the gauntlets of his armor, there were thick leather gloves underneath, and thin satin ones under those. He was still nervous. No matter how much he covered It up, It would still be there. And he would still be hungry.

"No thank you, I don't need any food." He hesitated a second, she looked familiar.

Quote

Would Will recognize her?

 

Edited December 11, 2023 by Ookla the Magician

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

Larceny eyes the gold bar. Damn, thats a lot.

[Mags she/they]

Just now, Ookla of Ravens said:

Larceny eyes the gold bar. Damn, thats a lot.

It was in fact, a lot. Blatantly so.

[Edema Rue she/her]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the foolish said:

“Another fallen noble?” Alex said, walking over. He eyed the gold bar. A substantial amount.

1 minute ago, Ookla the Magician said:

It was in fact, a lot. Blatantly so.

Dilsha stuck it in her pocket.

4 minutes ago, Ookla the Magician said:

He smiled, Will could be charming when he wanted to be. "Oh, there's no need for titles, I'm no longer a Prince, as I'm sure you know." 

The mention of food made his stomach turn. Will was hungry, very hungry, so hungry it made him sick. But that was a problem for another time. He adjusted the gauntlets of his armor, there were thick leather gloves underneath, and thin satin ones under those. He was still nervous. No matter how much he covered It up, It would still be there. And he would still be hungry.

"No thank you, I don't need any food." He hesitated a second, she looked familiar.

 

“If you’re sure, then,” Dilsha said. Rot and decay, don’t let him recognize me. “If you change your mind, you’re welcome to let me know.” She handed him a key.

Quote

Up to you! She’s disguised, of course, but nothing fancy or magical.