May 22, 2020 at 6:53 pm #113523
Here you are. Sorry it took so long, I’ve been away from home most of the day.
Luke is 13, has somewhat unruly brown hair, and is a complete introvert. He’s from my current fantasy/medieval WIP. While he can be courageous at times, he’s often very hesitant and cautious. As of the end of my book, which is when I’ll bring him in here, he wears kingly robes and clothes (he’s a king).
Stray beams of light found their way through the window and into Luke’s room. He began to shake the drowsiness clinging from his sleep, looking around his room. Something seems off. He got out of his four-poster bed, glanced at his two massive bookshelves, and sauntered towards the door. Gripping the handle, he stopped. Something is definitely wrong. I can feel it.
For one thing – and Luke wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed this before – the door was blue. A strange feeling hung in the air, almost like…almost like I’m in another world. He stepped back and drew his sword, Tir Finit, from its ornate sheath, and held it out with one hand. Reluctantly, carefully, he pushed the door open.
What greeted him was certainly otherworldly. A perfectly round map on a perfectly round table sat in the middle of a perfectly round room. Many doors of other colors, some even several colors, branched off the hall. Luke held Tir Finit out farther and inched towards the map.
It seemed to be a very ancient map, marking places he had never seen before. It also seemed to be a very different kind of map from any he had ever observed, and Luke couldn’t quite make sense of it. Suddenly, a voice from behind made him jolt and spin around, now gripping the sword with both hands.
(that’s the cue for someone to reply)
One more thing, while I described the main room as a circular hub, I couldn’t quite tell from the description if it was one room where all the doors came together, or a long hallway. If anyone made more sense of the description than I did, that would be nice.
"My sword you shall have, but never in surrender!"
Profile art by DeepRunMay 22, 2020 at 8:24 pm #113563
From his hiding place, Isaac watches the door. The wound in his gut itches. Haunting memories of the Gestapo house creep back. The torture, getting shot by his own gun, the head of a girl who knew nothing about him.
No, not now. He could not go back to those times. The monster he became in that moment should not return.
The door opens and two figures appear. One is a tall man with a sword at his side. The creases in his clothing don’t line up. The weight of the sword is being countered by something. A second weapon? Not a gun. Too light. A knife? And the hilt is weird. Its not a French rapier. Italian maybe. Can’t be. Italy has mobilised so fencing students are at war. Spain. Maybe but how. Had he fallen into a space rift? The other is short, a little shorter than himself. A boy.
He doesn’t seem to have a weapon. Not a threat.
Isaac looked at the eyes. The gateway of the soul and an ace he could use. The tall man’s eyes are clear, a little dim.
He’s seen some action.
The boy’s are glistening. Someone who is excited with no fear. Probably not a hostage. A reenactor and visitor.
Holstering his gun, Isaac buttons up the trench coat. His knives are still in his sleeves. If they prove to be dangerous, he can still react in time. Remaining in the shadows, he repositions to the center of the room.
“I’m lost. Could you tell me the way out?” asked Isaac.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenMay 22, 2020 at 9:38 pm #113582
Oh. Wow. Ok so I love that?? Just the whole feel of it and how observant Isaac is.
I like Luke! And his kingly clothes will certainly make Dharin confused lol. He’s gonna think Luke is King [*cue me forgetting my own character’s name*]’s son XD
It seems that Dharin is up to reply… However, I’m about to be in a video call with some friends, so I’ll write later! Apologies if I hold anyone up!
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletMay 22, 2020 at 9:41 pm #113583
I’m pasting in Dharin’s description and a couple quotes from my book here so if any of the newcomers don’t wanna go back digging to find it, they don’t have to 😛
Tall and handsome. Wavy brownish-red hair that he keeps shoulder-length. Facial hair of the same color, but he’s clean-shaven most of the time. Green eyes, probably has some scars here and there from different brawls and fights, and a strong jawline.
Likes to flirt with literally every pretty woman he comes across. Is fond of ale, but it has to be good ale. He won’t drink the inferior stuff. Also loves his horse, Dragon, and if you so much as look crosswise at her, Dharin will probably challenge you to a duel.
He’s the captain of the three Riders, a group of men who basically go out and arrest the people they’ve been told to arrest.
Personality-wise… flirty, laughs a lot, enjoys pulling pranks on his friends. But he can buckle down and be serious and get all “Ok this is what we’re doing, we’re killing this dragon, this is how we’re doing it. Let’s go” when needed.
“Good evening, sir.” The man [Dharin] spoke softly and gently, and Greyl recognized the voice, yet unable to place it. “I trust I did not disturb your musings?”
Dharin laughed, and the sound was clear, soft and pleasant, like church bells on a spring wedding day. “Is that how you decline? Without even an apology?”
Dharin turned from smirking at a pretty young woman passing by. “So I did, so I did.” He drank another mouthful of his ale. “I’ve heard that you’ve seen things, heard things, know things. I need advice.”
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletMay 23, 2020 at 11:01 am #113600May 23, 2020 at 11:23 am #113601Claire@claire-h
I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to drop out of the character castle. 🙁 I have too many things to work on. Have fun! Hopefully I’ll be able to join again in the future.
a flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it.
it just blooms.May 23, 2020 at 1:37 pm #113607May 23, 2020 at 2:48 pm #113612
I totally understand! Thank you for joining, even if it wasn’t for long!! And may you have lots of motivation and time to do everything you need to do 😉
@tal 😀 Glad I’m not the only one! And I don’t forget my MCs… but King whats-his-face is one who I kinda just mentioned in passing in my book so it’s not like he’s terribly memorable anyway XD
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletMay 23, 2020 at 7:53 pm #113625
It looks like Livi is gonna respond with her character to you. So I guess I’ll go ahead and write Jaylin’s response to Isaac! 🙂
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉May 23, 2020 at 11:16 pm #113656
So here is my response, I couldn’t write very much bc I needed Isaac and Dharins response! haha Well here ya go!
There were so many doors and Jaylin’s curiosity was rising with every new one.
“Hey,” he said to Dharin, “you want to explore what’s behind some of these doors?”
But before he could answer a figure stepped into the middle of the hall.
“I’m lost. Could you tell me the way out?”
He glanced at Dharin before replying. “Um, well we just got here also…”
What is with this place? Why is everyone so confused.
The young man wore a long trench coat that looked like it concealed many weapons. His face was set resolutely and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
Jominkreesa! For the weirdos who know what it means! 😉May 23, 2020 at 11:18 pm #113657May 24, 2020 at 5:01 pm #113683
M’kay, here’s a quick little bit! Hopefully I kept y’all’s guys in character XD
@rusted-knight By the way, what does Isaac mean by “feint French”?
Dharin glanced down at Jaylin as the boy asked, “Hey, you want to explore what’s behind some of these doors?”
He smiled, and was about to reply when a man stepped out of the shadows. “I’m lost. Could you tell me the way out?”
Dharin felt Jaylin look up at him before saying, “Um, well, we just got here also…” but all Dharin could think was,
Why in the world does no one know where they are? Perhaps this is an experiment that some of the wizards are doing. Maybe they created this place and brought people from all over to study our interactions. That would be the most logical answer to this mess.
Dharin studied the man. He looked like he wished he was anywhere else at the moment, and his accent and clothing were unlike any that Dharin had ever heard or seen. The man seemed to be studying him as well, and Dharin made a quick decision, offering the man a small smile and a nod.
“The lad is correct, my sir. We’re just as lost as you.” He made no mention of the two women they left further down the hall they came from. Something told him the man offered no threat to the women, but Dharin had found that it always paid to be cautious. Something in the man’s eyes changed, but Dharin couldn’t tell what. If he had to guess, though, the man probably just made a mental note to be wary of them. A reasonable thing to do.
From behind them came a small cough. Dharin turned and saw a lad of about 13, with sleep-tousled hair, holding a sword uncertainly in front of him. He didn’t hold it as if he wasn’t sure of the weapon; that wasn’t it. He held it as if he wasn’t sure if he would need it or not. He wore royal robes, and Dharin’s mind went to King Vladimir. As far as he knew, the king’s son was a bit older, 17 perhaps, and he didn’t know any wizard who would use the crown prince as a test subject, but still… Dharin gracefully knelt and inclined his head towards the lad, saying,
“My deepest apologies if our conversing has awoken you, your… Highness…?” he trailed off, looking up at the lad, and waited for his form of address to be corrected or accepted.
Welp, there it is lol. Spur-of-the-moment writing, but not too horrible I suppose 😛
~Sir Nicholas BeauvalletMay 24, 2020 at 6:09 pm #113685
Isaac looks a the boy. His eyes say he is not lying but how could they have “just got here”. There are no windows so this room must be deeper in the complex. Did the rift pull in others as well? He needed more information.
“Then how are you here?”
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenMay 24, 2020 at 6:30 pm #113686
Whoops. Turn your back to eat and someone writes. Best improvise while I can.
Isaac hears the newcomer. Another boy, roughly the same age as the one here now. A swordsman as well. The sword is covered with detail on the hilt. Too good to be anything but a relic of a bygone age. The wielder seems to be a little like himself. Cautious, sizing up the three. His clothing is also old. Old and detailed as the sword. A noble?
“He might be tougher to fool.” thought Isaac.
“My deepest apologies if our conversing has awoken you, your… Highness…?” said the first swordsman.
“He doesn’t know the newcomer but he understands his rank using proper formalities?”
Where or quite possibly when did these people come from.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenMay 24, 2020 at 7:35 pm #113687
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