~Old RP~

Subject: ~Old RP~ Sat Mar 09, 2013 3:25 am

I been going through some old posts, seems a lot of my old RP is long gone. Sad

Did find this buried on an external drive tho, the links all go to threads that no longer exist, sadly.

Going to use this thread to piece together some old stuff of mine. Missing quite a lot.

Quote :: Act I
http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=24832&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

Act II
http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=24832&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=14

Act III
http://forum.renaissancekingdoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=39298

The air was frigid, the breath of the general was clearly visible in the bitter cold weather.
A small cough was growing inside his lungs, but he did not dispair. Rubbing his hands by the small campfire, he found it to be in vain, as any warmth would evade him this night.
Knowing full well he could be relaxing and enjoying the warm comforts of his new home, he was content with being in his encampment outside the newly constructed walls of Largs. With the other soldiers off-duty, he calmly stared at the fire. The crackles and hisses of the flames dance on as he wallows in the dark recesses of his mind, consumed by his grief his eyes slowly shut....

***

The sounds of laughter could be heard in the courtyard, as children playfully ran about without a care in the world. The smell of fresh bread lingers in the air mixed with that of the sea, as a soft warm breeze brushes the hair from his face....

A smiling but concerned voice almost startles him, "What are you doing on the roof?"
Turning to him, Anto grins at the quizzical look on his fathers face.
"Come back behind the balcony, son, it is too dangerous,...."

With a sigh he obeyed, carefully maneuvering his way to and over the balcony, before asking his father a question that had been lingering in his mind for some time.

"Papa, what is over there?"
Pointing to the horizon of the sea, the boy wonders, "What is at the end of the sea?"

His Father was ever a busy man, it would take Anto many years to find out what entails nobility, but nontheless his father obliged his quest for knowledge. Pausing, as if to find what to say, he seemed to let out a collective sigh before answering him.
"Beyond the sea? The sea is surrounded by many Nations, other Seas and Oceans", with a smile he seemed as if he wanted to tell him more, but instead concluded rather quickly, leaving only more questions for the boy.
"No one knows exactly how far the Sea goes, some have sailed for the End to never return...."
Full of questions, Anto began to ask more before cutting himself off. His father hurried about, preparing himself to leave for yet another meeting of the local council.
A couple weeks prior Anto had snuck off and followed his father to one of these meetings, only to find them horribly boring. Somewhat disappointing to the boy, he had always invisioned the meetings to be more exciting....

Returning his gaze slowly to the horizon, Anto the boy rubbed his eyes in seeming disbelief....
Just a few moments prior, there hadn't been a ship in sight except those that were docked, but now he counted what seemed to be dozens of ships....
The hairs on his neck stood straight as he heard one horrified scream, then many more....
Panic gripped the air, the quiet streets now seemed to be filled as people began to flee....

***

His eyes open, finding himself in a cold sweat. His teeth clanged as he shivered, his body ached as he threw more wood on the almost extinguished fire. How long had he been asleep?
A loud, bellowong cough came from him, and his throat felt as if he had drank fire.
With a grunt, he decided he should take himself home, and hopefully avoid any prolonged illnesses...
Grabbing a torch, he grunted as he rose to his feet. His cough becoming more frequent and painful, the bitter wind whips across his chapped face as he stops quickly in his tracks. Turning around, in all directions, the night beckoned for him...

"Anto...."

He looked to the woods, the seeming place of origin. Was someone playing a trick on him? Perhaps he was hearing things, maybe the wind? He paused as he coughed, the fluid filling his lungs at a rapid pace, should he even bother to investigate?
Turning away from the whisper, he decided his state of illness could easily be responsible. Muttering to himself as his fever grows, he hears it once more....

"Anto...."

Becoming infuriated, he turns back to the woods, yelling into the darkness.
"If this is someone's idea of a joke, I am less than pleased!"

Lingering there in the cold, he awaits a response he never recieves. Staring into the darkness, the bitter wind rasps across his eyes. Squinting, he could barely see a thing....

Scanning the woods, he angrily gives up before finally he spots something. A dim glow, off in the distant woods, perhaps a torch or maybe even a campfire. Trying to focus on what and where it was, just as it appeared it seemed to be now gone....