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Author Topic: A Peek is Worth a Thousand Words... (Lords, ladies and lieges welcome!)  (Read 945 times)

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Offline DerwayshTopic starter

...Haven't you heard?

Kindly refrain from posting in this thread and express all interest via PMs! The Empire appreciates your cooperation.

Please take note how due to real life issues I am only able to post once a week. This may shift to twice a week at a later juncture, but this is the schedule I am willing to commit to at the present moment. Cheers! ;D

Dusk on the Morrow

Scenario: The story is about an outlaw-turned-farmer who was raised in a life of crime. Along with his father and elder brothers he engaged in theft, larceny, murder and greed aplenty. Theirs was not the way of the Robin Hood either, no money was taken from the rich to be distributed to the poor. Rather the men were crooks through and through. Until of course, our protagonist decides it was too much and leaves the family to tend to a farm and begin his life anew.
Five years later he is arrested and told how in a matter of days he must either hunt down his father and brothers or face the axe himself. He is thrust into a partnership with your character. Her background I leave to you, but some very delicious examples would be a belle thief who has swindled too many pockets. A motel owner who owes too much to the powers that be.  An ex-nun who killed off her kidnappers/rapists and then hunted down the rest of his gang to kill them too.
Or she can simply be someone he takes refuge with temporarily (stays at her motel, buys a drink at her bar, etc.) but events take place that force her to accompany him in this quest for better or for worse. The tale therefore is about the two of them earning redemption one way or another. The story can include both consensual and non-consensual elements depending on what is favoured and coherent.

Setting: Wild West 

One Queen to Rule Them All

Scenario: This is inspired by the Dance with Rogues mod on Neverwinter Nights. The premise is of a young princess whose conquered kingdom falls before her enemies as her entire family is put to the sword whilst during a last stand. A member from an underground criminal syndicate helps her escape with hopes that she would come to the throne someday to serve their interests. The story involves this particular member accompanying her over the many training sessions she undertakes to become much more physically capable to deal with his temerities.

Of course when the gauntlet is thrown not all training sessions are the same, nor is everybody a friend. There is lots of political intrigue, near escapes, drama and combat. Per usual I would be playing multiple characters (many of them NPCs) to keep this flavourful (you can just play the one) and with as much life as we can breathe into it. Your princess on the other hand can be any personality type and played according to your specifics. The only two qualities I require on her part are resilience and the drive to ultimately someday become the queen. 

Setting: Medieval


Scenario: In the midst of the Fourth battle of Kawanakajima the Uesugi forces stomp into the Takeda camp for a brief altercation before charging back to the battlefield. Two operatives, one from each side irrespective of the roles they serve in, come across one another before taking their positions behind their liege lord. Whether they serve in a clandestine capacity or maybe one is a lower, impoverished samurai whereas the other a humble courtesan-cum-Onnabushi, it doesn’t matter.

What does matter is a middle of a night, secret gathering between both the lords (Both Nagao Kagetora [Uesugei Kenshin] and Takeda Harunobu [Takeda Shingen] had immense respect for one another). They conspire to send two of their agents (our characters) as defectors into the Tokugawa camp with the goal of assassinating Oda Nobunaga to halt his march to Kyoto.

Obviously a touch of historical knowledge is required about that period. I am always happy to shed any needed light on some of these historical figures if need be. I am also very happy to work with different roles where if you prefer to be a Tokugawa or an Oda loyalist and my character is the defector or vice versa.

Setting: Feudal Japan/Sengoku-Jidai (NOT Sengoku-Basara, thank you. This is not anime)

Smoke from Ice and Fire

Scenario: It would be great if you have read the “Song of Ice and Fire” series rather than having just watched “Game of Thrones”. There may be spoilers ahead so please stop reading here if you haven’t read the book and want to enjoy the upcoming season 5. This idea has been gnawing at me for a good while. Kindly take note this does not involve any of the cannon characters except for their names mentioned at different points of the plot. I have a number of characters I can picture myself playing as.
-Primary is the Night’s Watch escapee who has made his way out of the camp especially during late events of the third book. His sole purpose is survival but for the right amount or person he is willing to stake his neck. At his best he is ascetic, cares for people, recognizes the tumultuous times and adapts to them. At his worst he is a criminal; cheat, a murderer and a thief.
-A Frey captive (female/male) who has recently escaped death at the hands of Brotherhood without Banners and is now on their way to reunite with their family. Their sole purpose is to meet up with their family so they may come at the forefront of the hierarchy (since there are so many Frey members) one more for better or for worse. The story will be about their journey and all they do to go as far as they could. At their best they are ambitious, driven and fair. At their worst they are wrathful, remorseless and willing to use other people.
-A Stark rider seeking Arya and Sansa (when she disappears after Joffrey’s death) and after he hid & escaped during the fall of Winterfell. He survived by taking refuge with the Crannogmen temporarily but is now on his way to reclaim both honour and servitude, wherever that takes him. At his best he is chivalrous, sacrificing and lawful. At his worst he is craven, a thief and a drunkard.
See if you can come up with a character whose story crosses with either of the characters mentioned above. If you are very interested but unable to come up with something, I will be more than happy to provide ideas for your character and we can plot the story out.

Setting: Medieval/Fantasy

Bastard of Highever

Scenario: The setting is that of Dragon Age: Origins. The story concept is of the Cousland origins storyline however with the caveat that Teyrn Brice Cousland had a bastard son/daughter. Knowledge of this child is kept under wraps so as to ensure Fergus’s or Aedan’s/Elissa’s claim to Highever. However we will not be following the bits where one of the Cousland family members survive and join the Wardens. This will rather have the Cousland family perish in its entirety and where Fargus disappears whilst on his patrol in the Korcari Wilds before the Battle of Ostagar. Which storyline we pursue is up to you and I will be most happy to discuss the possibilities. The plot revolves around the Cousland bastard instead.
The main protagonist, the bastard of Highever, he/she were sent to Kirkwall soon after their birth where the bastard – upon learning how their father was slaughtered – makes their way back to Ferelden during the blight and decides to raise a levy to fight Arl Howe. After Howe’s eventful defeat we can plot what happens to them and your character. Do they join the forces against blight, or perhaps simply leave Ferelden to her fate, letting the Grey Wardens take care of things? This character is just, playful and willing to make concessions at their best. At their worst they are vengeful, chaotic and inconsiderate of the blight.

Setting: Medieval/Fantasy

One Brazen Cusp

Slowly losing influence a courtier finds himself hard pressed to maintain his position on his Queen’s council lest strict measures are undertaken. No longer does he carry the financial clout where he could finance a number of operations at the same time and considering the last three deals gone awry, he feels he has very few options before he finds himself outmaneuvered and outspent in more ways than one.

Through a confluence of backend deals and new agreements struck, he manages to elongate his impending doom for just a while longer till he can fall into her majesty’s graces again. What he doesn’t expect is a disgruntled stakeholder assigning one of their young daughters to shadow and learn from him. There was a reason why he did not work with others because statecraft and the art of acquiring said craft worked independently from one another. Someone with barely any experience won’t contribute and hold him back from all that is more imperative but he finds himself without a choice but to accept her. The story lends a considerable lean towards court intrigue, state drama and business-per-usual going awry when you least expect it.

Setting: Medieval/Court Intrigue 

When All the Waves Have Crashed

You are summoned by the magi council when one in their academy dies a suspicious death. Usually these sorts of affairs are palpably investigated by the Intelligence body but in this case, an ambassador has passed away within the academy at the Capital. You are briefed how the late ambassador’s always had enemies but were outgunned at every juncture, rendering them incapable to take his life. Since you serve at the pleasure of the council like all your magic peers, you agree to take the position as ambassador in his stead.

But you were always an academic first. Politics was never your goal but you were never any bad at it. It is your duty to come to this new city to take your rightful place as ambassador and investigate the late ambassador’s death. In your journeys you will meet many savoury and unsavoury sorts and within whose ranks you will find your killer(s) unless you are found first and made to suffer the same fate if not worse.

Setting: Medieval/Fantasy
« Last Edit: March 04, 2015, 05:50:47 PM by Derwaysh »

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

Re: Prickly Ideas
« Reply #1 on: February 11, 2014, 08:00:37 PM »
Writing Samples

"The Smoke from Ice and Fire" Writing Sample (Stark Rider’s Perspective)
The rain fell in droplets encompassing both dust and wind. He rode onwards, forever promiscuous with the oath he made to the Reeds and that to himself, no matter where he will find them. His journey has lasted but three days and already there were vultures on his tail and it made him wonder about the depravities of war. Whether it was war that brought out the worst in people, or perhaps it were the common folk who made war as bad it was. He dared not understand and that was okay too. He had more important tasks to take care of.
Ser Daryl Stone had walked many a mile. When he first came to Winterfell it was almost twenty winters past. It was his fourteenth name day. Both he and his Lord were looking for a banner to serve under. Of course King Robert’s rebellion had just simmered down so there was not a lot of fighting to be done. “These are bad times for a hedge knight!” Ser Doris had said to then Daryl-the-meek. Or sometimes Daryl-the-insubordinate or Daryl-the-twice-damned. It didn’t bother him none. Daryl was a squire and every squire’s life was dictated by the tenets of his Lord and Master. When they served under the pavilion there was food to be had. When there was no service and food was scarce, Daryl oft chewed on tough beef and drank cheap ale, that too if he was found to be worthy enough to consume that.
The ravaged countryside betwixt Joke’s hoofs lay barren as ever. He tried to remember if he had ever come here before. Truth be told neither him nor Joke have ever travelled anywhere but the North. And yet as he found himself in the present region, he wondered exactly how much of it was North and whether this has turned into another region. Such was the life of a hedge knight.
He wished he could remember his life from years past. It was clear as daylight when Ser Doris found a rabid pup ravaging a village. Daryl was told later he left no one alive. How could he have done that? How could Daryl had taken so many lives? Ser Doris had found a way to rid him of this affliction and many summers later he realized no more did he have a need to drink or feast on the fallen. He was rid of that misery now and can eat like a regular person, until that night.
When Theon had set the Stark boys on fire. When Theon led the nearby holdings to believe he was the one in command of Winterfell not Robb. When Theon himself fell victim to Bolton’s bastard. The hunger came back with a vengeance and Daryl found himself craving the meat again. He fell for all that flowed from each man, irrespective of whether it belonged to a friend or enemy. This Daryl had no friends. This Dayrl had but a hunger that needed by fulfilled and he fulfilled it aplenty. By the time the Reeds discovered him Ser Daryl was crying from his attempts to submerge the beast. They knew what he was capable of and they took care of him in their own way.
Ser Daryl almost shuddered at the thought. The Reeds had made him promise he will find who he was looking for. But he remembered the promise he made to Lord Eddard as well. The promises he made to the castellan of Winterfell and all those barren oaths he took under all those other masters, they came to naught. It was not that he questioned courage of those who have stood before him, but rather whether the quality existed in people like him, in times like these. There was no honour to be had, nor was their victory to be won. He would find the two ladies and shelter them or he would die trying. In that moment in time it crossed his mind if perhaps there were others looking for the two girls. Arya Stark and Sansa Stark… the two flowers of Winterfell. Ser Daryl could not say. He was never the brightest fool, nor was he ever the quickest fool… but he was foolish yet. Constantly afraid that someday he will lose all sanity once more and fall victim to his foolhardy ways.
Confused and downtrodden, the hedge knight continued trotting down the path.
”Bastard of Highever” Writing Sample
If the journey was boisterous in the beginning it was also full of calamities, unsavoury companionship and booze aplenty. There was no other way Arthur Cousland would have taken it. He was now headed home to claim vengeance and kingdom alike. The man has never been too fond of his family but if one thing working the docks with the Qun has taught him, it was to never take no for an answer. Or if you did, never take it willingly.
“There is no right or wrong answer to calamity, human. There is no good or bad in this chaos. There is only force and whether my force can conquer yours. How are you to stop me if I bury this blade deep within your gullet right this instance?”
Arthur was chewing on a piece of apple. He had listened intently to what the qunari said. The bastard raised an eye and chuckled. “Why don’t you try and find out?”
The qunari smiled at that. “There’s no undoing what’s once done. But there’s plenty one can do in return. Go take your kingdom back.”
He had laughed at that. In the quanri’s face Arthur spat out the core and walked away. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but Arthur took offense at it nonetheless. He was the son of Couslands. The last unsung hero and he was out to forge a tale the bards would sing of for days to come.
The journey was supposed to be just a few days long but no sooner had they embarked, the wind hit them with the fury that would have made Ferelden’s blight blush like the maiden on her wedding day. It shook the ship once, turned it twice and by the time they sank Arthur could swear he heard it laugh, almost mocking him for the prior admonishments of his life.
The water tasted of vile lust and salt. Never in his life was Arthur ever subject to this treatment and the bastard took to it like a fish to the sea, in more ways than one. He drank it and swam in it. He threw up and witnessed the glorious remains offered by a future teryn. He wondered how Loghain would take to his presence, given the man was a commoner himself and now found himself uniting Ferelden to purge the blight. Arthur had no way of knowing how the Teyrn might react. In life one must offer to receive something worthy and he made a note of that. If he was to offer Loghain something fancy, the Teyrn would accept that.
‘Serve with honour and due diligence.’ ‘Be the proud worker and the seas shall part.’ ‘Take care of the people and the people shall take care of you.’ So far none of those euphemisms held any salt to their stock. If anything he remembered the ways his father took care of the people, and the returns he received for that generosity from Arl Howe and his men. There was no such thing as a vassal, Arthur thought. You either put a ring on it, pin it against the wall with her legs spread or lop its head off. Anything irrespective of these ministrations earns betrayal and a well-deserved one at that.
Still he would have to deal with the Arl. He could not simply walk up to the man and claim his Terynship. It had to be done tactfully and without any remorse. Even if Arthur was not successful he wants people to sing his praises. He wondered about those who were in blight’s way and how they would react. He was there to cause ruckus and that’s what he would do. He wondered about those who claimed the man did not have their best interests at heart. Didn’t all war require destruction? Better to shatter the corrupt idol and build things anew rather than work diligently in pursuit of changing directions.
By the time he swam to the shore there weren’t a lot of people left from the wreckage. That was all right. In a strange sort of way it felt as if Ferelden welcomed Arthur back in her bosom. He had brought her some dowry and now it was time to get busy. His first task was to get outfitted and Arthur did just that, walking to the nearby village of Haven.
"Fire on the Mountain” Writing Sample
He stood by the window and sipped on his tea. If he had heard it right the revolutionaries will try marching on the town once again and this time with some French bombardment to boot. These were ill news indeed. If there was anything that displeased him more than rocking the boat, it was the colonials’ constant attempt at trying to regain back the land they have lost. It was to be a short engagement he was told, not mired in controversy or conspiracy, but rather a show of force so the settlers may step down and allow England reign which was for the benefit of all.
But was it really? He thought to himself. Sooner or later things would have changed like they did in Asia Minor and elsewhere. What would the Crown have done then? They couldn’t possibly have put an entire people under the guillotine. Besides these were white settler and they were English, not the bloody French.
He felt his hand flex on the cup and no sooner had that occurred he wondered when’s the next time the moon will be in all her glory. Whenever this happened in the past it was not too far off. The man did not sigh as he used to years past. Now he was more determined in his approach. The curse had found its way not so long ago. Contrary to what he thought this did not have anything to do with his roots or background, but rather something he came upon 25 years ago. He was a young lieutenant and the French-Indian war had just ended. No sooner had they arrived to a burnt village, the Baron felt himself losing consciousness, leading to dreams… nightmares that were strange and misshaped. His debacle began after he awoke and came upon him every full moon after that.
He had vowed to himself how someday he will find the cure, but that day was not today. Today there were other things planned.
« Last Edit: April 06, 2014, 01:52:31 AM by Derwaysh »

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

Re: Prickly Ideas
« Reply #2 on: February 11, 2014, 08:01:01 PM »
Unavailable Plots

Fire on the Mountain

The story has some fantasy elements but at best its genre can be considered Revolutionary War-esque. It can also be considered a twist to the classic tale of Beauty and the Beast.
The plot revolves around the Baron General who has lived a quiet and single life for the better part of their existence. His command is situated close to Boston and therefore always on the forefront of war against the colonies. However the Baron had recently either taken a fancy, or been propositioned by another officer of a lower rank for the hand of their daughter/widowed sister/orphaned niece, etc. The Baron agrees or delights at this piece of news and is soon after wed to the lovely lass. Unbeknownst to the girl however, the Baron is cursed. Every full moon he locks himself within the confines of his mansion so his beast form does not hurt or bring harm to the people he loves. At his best the Baron is of a calm disposition, understanding and brave. At his worst he is conniving, harmful and possess an unhealthy need to breed or kill.
Sally Succubae in New York

Setting/Genre: Contemporary/Modern-Day.
Content/Elements: Light Romance. Seduction. Modern-Day-Exploration
No it doesn’t have to be New York City nor the state. The title rather pays homage to a particular demoness who finds herself trapped in these modern times, in a large city and thoroughly stripped of her powers except that of relentless seduction which she cannot curb. She does not know how this came to be and is clearly none too pleased with this situation. Her name’s up for discussion as well.
The way I picture my character is as one of the millennials. He is working a 9 to 5 job and tends to stay on the North end of caution. He craves for the wild, uncontrollable urge he has seen others exercise and hopes perhaps he can one day find himself living on the more clamorous side of things. His innocent faux pas is therefore only ever shadowed by his ongoing divorce proceedings and whilst that is nigh bothersome he finds himself hoping one day he will have enough to retire so he may either become an adventurer or a very rich risk taker.
When your character comes in the fray he realizes how perhaps some of his best wishes have come true. This story does not contain any non-con elements but rather tastefully borders at it. It can be non-consensual, with the general theme of ‘ensnarement of the demoness’ if need be, but know that I would want to discuss things so we stay at the coherent end of our plot.
When Heavens Descend

Setting/Genre: Medieval Fantasy.
Content/Elements: Romance. Bondage and Implements (Light). Action/Adventure. Fantasy (Light)

She fell from the heavens. Whether it was mere circumstance or malcontent, nobody knows. But what we do know is her identity; she’s one the lesser deities. There was once a time when gods and goddesses roamed these lands. But ever since the last two great wars, their trips have been non-existent.
She did not come willingly however and the people have long forgotten what a deity looked like, let alone the protocol on how to treat them. To make matters worse there powers are stripped once they come in contact with humanity on their hearth. This is to prevent the deity from harming themselves and the people.
At impact they ensnare her… drag her to a local commandant’s tent for him to pronounce judgment, ill or well. Befuddled he is smote the moment he sees her. Chivalrous, kind and honourable he decides to pardon her but the people won’t have it. He does not recognize her for who she is. Only that he had heard tales and someone so beautiful… so sweet and good cannot possibly be evil?
The trial is escalated to a superior power and he vows to speak at her behest, hoping his words won’t fall on deaf ears. If push came to shove, perhaps fight and even flee with the goddess to prevent her from harm.
Red Riding Hood

Setting/Genre: Contemporary.
Content/Elements: Bondage and Implements. Non-consensual bits. Sadomasochism (Limited). Groups. Fantasy (Light)

I wish to do a modern twist to the Red Riding Hood tale. Ideas that come to mind involve Red in a humungous amount of debt. She owes money to unsavoury parties who are not only underworld criminals but are paired with demonic overlord bosses, were-creatures or a not-so-secretive vampire coven.
I do not mind including extreme elements in this story, given the nature of some of the kinks I wish to employ namely kidnapping, coercion, torture, groups and interrogation. Suffice to say these will be structured in accordance with what we both fancy as writers but what we are both comfortable with as humans.
« Last Edit: February 20, 2015, 04:10:30 AM by Derwaysh »

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

Re: Prickly Ideas
« Reply #3 on: February 12, 2014, 07:44:13 PM »
Plots updated/thread tidied.

Two more ideas added.

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

Re: A Peek is Worth a Thousand Words...
« Reply #4 on: February 24, 2014, 07:56:02 PM »
"When Heavens Descend" added.

"Red Riding Hood" added.

General cleanup.

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

Re: A Peek is Worth a Thousand Words... (Lords, ladies and lieges welcome!)
« Reply #5 on: February 20, 2015, 04:24:58 AM »
And a much needed update!

Offline DerwayshTopic starter

'Cusp' and 'Waves' added.