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Discussion in 'THREAD ARCHIVES' started by LadyFaya, Jan 18, 2015.
private roleplay between me and TheSakuraBreeze
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Arahaelnith (Move your mouse to reveal the content)
Name: Arahaelnith Blackwell or Nith
Title: Prince of Thieves
Race: Half Human Half Elf
Bregenith (Move your mouse to reveal the content)
Name: Bregenith Blackwell mainly Bregen
Title: The Knight
Race: Half Human Half Elf
Anarel (Move your mouse to reveal the content)
Name: Anarel Dumar
Title: The Princess
Anarel had grown up getting whatever she wanted. She wouldn't exactly call her father the doting type - but whenever she asked for something, she got it. Be it a dress, new shoes, a horse, or even a huge statue of her favourite book hero - King Dumar spared no expense for his eldest daughter and heir. Some might consider her brat-like or fickle, but she had no care for the opinions of those lesser than her. As long as she got what she wanted, she was happy. She cared not for princes, or noble boys, but she humored her parents in letting them think that such courtships had an effect on her. It was a happy existence - from running around in the gardens as a child playing pretend with her brothers and sisters, to dancing in beautiful dresses at exquisite balls. It had been wonderful.
But then, she had discovered that she was a mage. It had happened unexpectedly, and in an almost normal way - if that was possible for a mage. She had been sitting in the dining hall, eating supper with her mother and father and siblings, along with a few guests they had been entertaining. As she was eating, she had realized that her food could have used a little extra salt. So, she had reached out to call for one of the servants, but before she could do anything further - the salt jar had appeared in front of her. Panic had ensued - her father had begun yelling and there were suddenly guards on top of her, dragging her away and giving her no time to even react.
That was how she had ended up in the dark, dank cell that was certainly no place for a princess. There, she sat - misery and despair washing over her in wave after wave. Her dress was in tatters; it was ripped in so many places that it barely clung to her frame any longer. She wrapped her arms around herself and curled into a tight ball in the corner of the room opposite of the door, and began to weep. Was this the end for her? She saw no way out of this. It was unfair! What had she done to deserve being a mage of all things? What had she done to deserve being sentenced to death?