Fragments- an RP

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Hello! I know I am new here, but I wanted to try starting/making my own RP. 

Anyway, This one will take place around the Mistborn timeframe, no magical abilities, but there can be magical items such as weapons, maps, etc. (please PM me about those though)

There won’t be any major cities, most people will live in villages or keeps. There will still be an elite class, they will just be a little more rugged.(you can be practically anyone you want to be.)

plot: I dont really have a basic plot for this, so just go for it. All I really want was stated above, or will be revealed later.

Spoiler

Leod, captain of the Triaide guard, was falling asleep on duty. Again. 

“Captain!” Daine, one of the scouts were here. He pulled up short “what are you doing?”

”nothing son,” Leod said calmly said. “Just give me the report and be on your way.

”Okay.” He suddenly looked terrified “There’s an army. It’s a couple hundred miles out, but it’s massive! At least a hundred men!” He lowered his voice “I think they’re going to try to capture the cliffs.

suddenly listening with rapt attention, Leod knew what this meant.

It meant desecration.

(I know it’s short)

(The spoiler is the intro to this.)

I will be Leod. Pronounced laid.

Edited January 13, 2024 by TwinSouls

[Part Of The Narrative she/her]

Seria Ental cracked her knuckles, moving in on the basement of the safe house. She could hear talking through the wooden walls. Something strange was going on tonight. She reached up to run a hand through her long black hair, then remembered it was braided. Obviously.

Creeping up to the door, she pressed her ear to the wood.

..."an army," a rough voice inside was saying. ..."time frame....have to....but the music ain't right yet..."

Seria strained to hear more. The voice faded in and out, its user pacing. She could hear the footsteps on the stone.

"No," a different voice cut in. Softer. Not so rugged. "This is all for the best. What better time? What better way? The music will fall where it will. Let them come. Let them see" A glass clinked. "Let them see who really runs this place."

Seria backed away as they drank, mind racing. This was bad. Really bad. If only she knew what half of that meant....

I have to get back to Lady Varna. She'll find this interesting.

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Leod stepped into the armory of Triaide. 

“I want numbers!” Leod shouted “I want to know how much we have of everything!”

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

lord jackson stood at the head of his army. he was clad in armor that was painted blood red. he held a sword also the same colour. 

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@TwinSoulscan it be something suimular to a shard blade and plate? pls

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

“Fortify the fort!“ Leod shouts “There is a huge army just over that hill!”

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Oh for sure! 

 

Edited January 13, 2024 by TwinSouls

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

lord jackson raised his lifesteal blade up a little bit. "men!" he shouted to his army. "today we take the last remenent of the old world and finish the final empire!"

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

“Head into the mines and retrieve the Artifacts!” Leod shouts at some passing soldiers “I need by blade and knife!”

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

13 hours ago, Part Of The Narrative said:

Seria Ental cracked her knuckles, moving in on the basement of the safe house. She could hear talking through the wooden walls. Something strange was going on tonight. She reached up to run a hand through her long black hair, then remembered it was braided. Obviously.

Creeping up to the door, she pressed her ear to the wood.

..."an army," a rough voice inside was saying. ..."time frame....have to....but the music ain't right yet..."

Seria strained to hear more. The voice faded in and out, its user pacing. She could hear the footsteps on the stone.

"No," a different voice cut in. Softer. Not so rugged. "This is all for the best. What better time? What better way? The music will fall where it will. Let them come. Let them see" A glass clinked. "Let them see who really runs this place."

Seria backed away as they drank, mind racing. This was bad. Really bad. If only she knew what half of that meant....

I have to get back to Lady Varna. She'll find this interesting.

 

Is this at the enemy camp?

[Part Of The Narrative she/her]

29 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

Is this at the enemy camp?

nope, in the defender's city/wherever they are idk lol

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Ok.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

lord jackson looks back towards the small fortress. he held up his blade and slised down while yelling. "charge!" he urged his horce to start galloping faster while he swung his large sword that driped with light the colour of blood.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

“They’re coming!” Someone shouts, “one of them has an artifact!” 

An artifact? Leod thinks I’d better lead the defense “DOES ANYBODY HAVE MY BLADE?” Leod shouts, someone brings a long, golden blade dripping a liquid golden light. “Thank you.” Leod says tersely

As Leod saddles his warhorse, He wonders why is an army appearing now? After nearly twenty years in solitude? If only we weren’t so isolated…

As he rides his horse out the gate, Leod orders a flag of parlay to be put out in the wind.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

@RoyalBeeMage, @Part Of The Narrative, can I compile this RP into a book?

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

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32 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

can I compile this RP into a book?

go ahead. i wouldnt mind seeing the final result though.

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Ok.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

1 hour ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

 

Can do.

Leod rode forward towards the enemy army with a feeling of apprehension. Would they understand or accept the parlay?

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

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56 minutes ago, TwinSouls said:

Leod rode forward towards the enemy army with a feeling of apprehension. Would they understand or accept the parlay?

doubtfull

jackson charged down the mountain on his graceful black warhorse. deathbringer he called his force. he saw a golden artifact bearer. no problem. the full might of the blood bearer is able to take down a mare golden bearer no matter how legendary the blade is.

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Leod stopped his horse and tapped his blade to the ground, and resumed the gallop.

If I fall, that should hold the barrier. He thinks, noting that the leader clearly won’t accept the parlay.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

Lord Jackson picks up his sword as it makes contact with the first of the defenders. The sword soaks up the blood healing him 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

1 hour ago, RoyalBeeMage said:

Lord Jackson picks up his sword as it makes contact with the first of the defenders. The sword soaks up the blood healing him 

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Is that Leod?

 

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

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no. random defender

 

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

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Thank you

Leod slows as the first man fell. Did that blade glow? 

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

jackson holds his blade towards the golden artifact wielder. "holder of the golden fragment! i challenge you for control of your artifact." he shouts

[Through the living jeff he/him(straight)]

Leod sees a large, powerfully built man on a warhorse waving a sword at him. This must be the artifact wielder. No wonder he killed with such ease…

Leod nods and rides forward.

[RoyalBeeMage he/him]

jackson jumps of his horse and stands in a battle stance.