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FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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#101: Jun 30th 2011 at 10:00:28 PM

"When is it ever not a good day to drink?" Admiral asked jokingly. "Didn't mean to intrude on your time with the lady, buddy. We just wanted to get some beer" he said, stepping around the Elf's stuff to the door. "If you've got money for your own, you're welcome to join us" Admiral added.

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#102: Jun 30th 2011 at 10:06:10 PM

Hannelore would have enjoyed being just about anywhere else in the city at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that the royal box was a cinch for an open bar. Not that the King wasn't excellent company when one was planning on getting plastered but his behavior could wear on even her patience eventually. Sitting in the back of the balcony the elder scientist could have passed for one of the multitude of officials that kept the palace functioning, if it weren't for the tumbler full of something orange, the hesitant looking girl standing behind her with a notebook, and the fact that Harold kept looking tossing an 'isn' that right Tolly? Eh wut, ahahaha' over his shoulder at her.

Well, it was his daughter's birthday after all; a feat that she'd doubted for a long time that young Jocelyn would actually achieve. But everyone was wrong now and again Hannelore decided, sipping her Orange schnapps. Something the entire kingdom should be grateful for. Emilia was giving her own glass of water a desultory gulp every so often, the young Customs House clerk clearly unhappy that the planned day of reviling had been delayed by something so minor as the King's wishes. The ancient and esteemed clerk looked over her own shoulder, winking at the gangling brunette, "Not too much longer Em, then its fried dough and games for the rest of the afternoon."

Not looking much older then the Crown Princess they were celebrating, Emilia looked away and muttered something that her 'employer' couldn't quite make out about birthday wishes or something.

edited 30th Jun '11 10:15:31 PM by hotelkilo

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EndarkCuli (4 Score & 7 Years Ago) Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
#103: Jun 30th 2011 at 10:42:32 PM

"Thank you kindly, good sir; I may just take up your offer," Faze said as the man walked past him. He then turned to Flowerchild and smiled, trying to show that she would certainly come before any offer he could be given.

After a second or two, his eyes drifted back to his stuff on the ground. Realizing that he would probably have a bit of difficulty getting everything through the door, he quickly leaned over to pick up his suitcase and used it to prop the tavern's door open. The bard then walked over to his tuba, picked it up with his left arm, and gestured towards the pub's entrance with his right, not wanting to be rude and enter before the lady.

KiriAme Thom Raiwhat? Since: Dec, 2010 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
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#104: Jun 30th 2011 at 10:45:11 PM

In the drawing room that Jocelyn had been sitting in earlier, three middle-aged fairies sat, examining their appearances in tiny, hand-held mirrors rather carefully.

"How do I look?" murmured Ricky Rhubarb to the others, quickly rearranging her turquoise curls with a wave of her chubby red hand.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Riley Rhubarb assured her, twirling around with what she assumed was feminine grace. Her enormous green dress billowed out from her tall, emaciated frame.

"Oh, you two," scoffed Rhonda Rhubarb, waving one perfectly-manicured hand dismissively. "You're always so nervous about your appearances."

"That's easy for you to say..." grumbled Ricky. While Ricky was short and fat, and Riley tall and rail-thin, Rhonda was lucky enough to possess a balanced figure and a rather pretty face; assets that she was well-aware of and incredibly vain about.

"You all look beautiful, ladies," gushed Harold from his spot in the middle of the room, swaying slightly on his feet. "Now, all I can hope is that you give Jo some good wishes."

"Of course!" tittered Rhonda. "We haven't disappointed you yet, have we, Harold?" There was a small pop as Ainfean and Jocelyn appeared in the room. With shrieks of delight, the three fairy godmothers crowded around the princess.

"Jocelyn, darling, I haven't seen you for years!"

"Come and give your Aunty Ricky a big hug, now, there's a girl."

"Sweet sixteen! My, my, look at you! So grown up!" Irritably, Ainfean pushed the three godmothers out of the way of the princess.

"Less chatter, more wish-making," she said shortly. "We don't want to fall behind schedule." She glanced around the room. "Where did Her Majesty get off to?"

Delighted giggles burst forth from a full-length tapestry hanging on the wall, which sported a conspicuous bulge. Ainfean rolled her eyes.

"There we go," she sighed, raising a hand. The tapestry rolled itself up, and a woman with long, blonde curls blinked up at the group, trying to stifle her laughter as she stared up at the group with wide blue eyes.

"Come on, Charlotte," said Ainfean, her tone somewhat less irritated than usual. "Don't you want to see Jo make her wishes?"

"Wishes?" repeated the Queen. "Of course I do!" Instantly, she got to her feet and swept out to the balcony, with Harold stumbling after her.

"Wait, that wasn't-" began Ainfean, just as a fanfare announced the presence of the king and queen on the balcony.

"The princess will now have her three coming-of-age wishes granted!" called a herald. His words were taken up by heralds positioned around the city; just as before, they were carried away, and the crowds began to flock to the palace to watch the main event, eager to see the princess make her wishes.

"It's too early..." hissed Ainfean. "We'll just have to make do. Get out there." She nudged Jocelyn in the back, and reluctantly, the princess stepped out onto the balcony, followed by the short-tempered housekeeper and the three fairy godmothers, all of whom were still making last-minute adjustments to their toilette.


Those in or near the tavern would find that most of its occupants stood up and began to head out the door as the news of the impending event arrived, with all but the most apathetic or drunk wanting to see the princess' wishes. This, of course, created a slight bottleneck at the tavern door, as is wont to happen when a number of slightly tipsy barflies try to fit through a comparitively small place, all at the same time.

edited 30th Jun '11 10:52:32 PM by KiriAme

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Abicith Run my chunks of xp RUN! from North of the south pole. Since: Jan, 2011
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#105: Jun 30th 2011 at 10:51:55 PM

Iskar listened to the anouncement then leaned over to Jester. "Psst, three crowns says at least one wish goes wrong"

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#106: Jun 30th 2011 at 11:00:58 PM

From the corner, Hannelore set her glass aside as the royal family returned to the balcony. She could almost feel the faint jealousy radiating off of her aide. Patting Emilia's hand in an attempt to calm her down, all the while keeping a weather eye on the Crown Princess. Of course Harold was stumbling drunk, he had been when he'd left earlier, and Her Majesty was... well, Her Majesty. Greeting both ladies with a wave when they happened to look her way, Hannelore settled back to watch the spectacle. Which began in earnest when Ainfean and the fairies followed behind, Hannelore shot the permanently frazzled housekeeper a look of sympathy.

"This is refreshingly not degenerating into violence yet," she whispered to Emilia, who only frowned before mumble/admonishing Hannelore who true to form ignored the girl and continued, "Now if the wish granters can do their job without something going horribly askew we can be at that chicken stand in forty minutes." That seemed to give Emilia pause, since she respectfully held her peace as she silently calculated just how unlikely such an outcome was.

edited 30th Jun '11 11:09:41 PM by hotelkilo

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#107: Jun 30th 2011 at 11:06:20 PM

Jester chuckled. "I don't bet on something I know I'm going to lose. I give it five minutes before things go downhill."

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#108: Jun 30th 2011 at 11:11:17 PM

"Why so optimistic?" Iskar responded, half seriously.

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FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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#109: Jun 30th 2011 at 11:30:43 PM

Admiral stepped back as the sudden crowd came through the door. "Woah! I guess everyone's headed back to the palace. Man I wanted to at least grab one beer... Oh well" Admiral said with a shrug, then started following the crowd back towards the palace.

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#110: Jun 30th 2011 at 11:45:45 PM

"Hey! Watch the instrument!" Faze cried out as he dodged the multitude of people exiting the establishment. After most of the crowd had pushed past and he had a moment to think, Faze's gaze started switching between the pixie and the castle. After mulling it over for a bit, he decided that Flowerchild was still a decent person, but she probably wasn't 'the one', and the odds of finding someone who could truly appreciate his romantic heart would be better near the castle. Perhaps he could even persuade one of the princess' fairy godparents to help him in his quest!

"I'm terribly sorry, madame Slammin', but it appears as though we'll have to share a pint together at a later date," Faze told the lady as he picked up his suitcase and followed the crowd.

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#111: Jul 1st 2011 at 1:39:40 AM

Zeal jumped back in surprise as all the people in the tavern tried to rush out at the same time. He looked over to the Admiral and shrugged back at him. "YEAH... BUT HEY! WISHES ARE PRETTY AWESOME TOO!" he proclaimed optimistically. "LET'S CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!"

He followed Admiral Loser over to the balcony, interested what the princess would wish for.

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#112: Jul 1st 2011 at 2:55:20 AM

Much to his abject terror, Cody was starting to get an idea, and by the looks of it, it was going to be one of those that turned out to be a complete catastrophe. "Hm... no, that's just rubbish." He mumbled to himself, looking down, only to spot... an elf with a tuba, going the opposite direction. He looped, aligning himself with this strange troubadour, flying slightly lower. "Hey." He said. "That's quite an instrument."

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#113: Jul 1st 2011 at 4:02:53 AM

"5 minutes? The king's had a skinful - as usual - so I very much doubt this will last even that long." An echoey, seemingly disemboddied voice commented from behind Jester and Iskar.

Abicith Run my chunks of xp RUN! from North of the south pole. Since: Jan, 2011
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#114: Jul 1st 2011 at 5:56:28 AM

Iskar looked over his shoulder for the source of the voice... and saw nothing. frowning he shifted his head slightly to the side... And suddenly a seethrough man came into focus. "Ghost!" Iskar said. Although he'd met a couple, ghosts always seemed to suprise him. "How long have you been there?" He asked, regaining his composure.

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#115: Jul 1st 2011 at 3:11:45 PM

Jester glared at the non-corporeal being. Though his was still somewhat scared of the ghost, the memory of the demon turning into a ghost before his eyes and taking away his arm left him with a severe hatred of spirits.

"What's your business here?" he snapped, his hand on Tornado.

edited 1st Jul '11 3:12:07 PM by GIG

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#116: Jul 1st 2011 at 3:18:29 PM

"A few minutes." Darius said to the shapeshifter, still looking up at the royal balcony with a slightly bored expression. He raised one eyebrow at the knight and shrugged.

"Mainly an attempt to stave off boredom." He said. He'd met a few of these hero-types before. Such meetings always seemed to end with him loosing a substantial amount of gold and/or men. "Relax, buddy. Mugging people in the street is a little beyond me now, and I can't be bothered haunting you."

Abicith Run my chunks of xp RUN! from North of the south pole. Since: Jan, 2011
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#117: Jul 1st 2011 at 4:18:39 PM

Iskar nodded, turning back to watch the balcony. "What was your name? If you don't mind me asking" he said, still watching the balcony.

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AtomicNut Sandwich Summoner from Classified Since: Apr, 2010 Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
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#118: Jul 1st 2011 at 4:29:17 PM

Sibrand cursed under his breath. He had been specifically called to assist the birthday of the Crown Princess, an honor usually reserved to William, his elder. Which he shouldn't have eaten that last pork leg. At least he'd see her. He couldn't remember when he was the last time she saw her in person.

And his wagon had to break down, pigeons had to stain his ceremonial robes, and his helpers neglected to bring his armor with him. And so he was, with his plainly duty robes of the front, walking towards the palace with haste.

And there was one hell of people on his way. He really found this odd at first. Then he was alarmed. "I'm all too late" He muttered under his breath as he noticed he was still far away. And people getting more and more reluctant to let him pass. Eventually he gave up. He'd see Jo later after the dust settled. He was a bit nervous, given his own experience wishes, but he had been told she was a bright girl.

And then he noticed a ghost discussing some stuff right to his side. He checked it was a ghost.

"Excuse me." He said to the spirit. "But I could be in need of your services."

Gaunt88 from Australia Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
#119: Jul 1st 2011 at 5:04:49 PM

"Darius Web." The ghost replied, sarcastically doffing his immaterial hat. He turned when a newcomer came up and asked for his "services".

"Hmm?" He gave the rich-looking man a tired-looking glance. "And what could this lump of ectoplasma possibly do or you?"

AtomicNut Sandwich Summoner from Classified Since: Apr, 2010 Relationship Status: THIS CONCEPT OF 'WUV' CONFUSES AND INFURIATES US!
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#120: Jul 1st 2011 at 5:19:24 PM

"Precisely for that very reason you are pretty much the only one who can reach the princess with the guards being unable to stop you. You can simply pass through and I cannot, that is why ghosts are outstanding couriers. Therefore I ask if you could deliver a message to the King on my behalf."

Sibrand tugged his sleeve back in place, as he eyed him up or down. "Gold won't be of use to you give this state, but I've been taught that ghosts require a tremendous act of willpower to merely show theirselves. Therefore, I could give you a small focus charm that would make... the whole ordeal easier. For your service."

edited 1st Jul '11 5:25:51 PM by AtomicNut

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#121: Jul 1st 2011 at 6:08:37 PM

"Oooh, you have a lot of bite, don't you?" Siorai inquired the dragon-now-rat, looking down at it wryly. "Well for your information, I like my soft velvety wings much more so than the crass and ugly wings of a dragon. Too scaly in my opinion..."

Once the Princess had left, she was...surprised. To say the least, she was frustrated. She was this close to giving the Princess one true and heartfelt wish, and now she was going to be brought to get her hollow and needless wishes.

Well, in that case... she decided to herself, softly I should go and see their handiwork...shouldn't I?

It was then that she fluttered back to see the ceremony, although not in the same place as the others. No, she was in the perfect position for something much different. From here she could see the Rhubarb Sisters clearly and see their technique. More importantly, they could see her and wonder about its implications.

For now, she was set just to watch. But she had a plan, a wonderful plan, should things start to go downhill. Botched wishes are fun for no one, and the fairy had seen a few end in catastrophe.

Just being safe, right?

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#122: Jul 1st 2011 at 7:06:03 PM

Jester turned around and looked back towards the balcony. The sooner the spirit left, the better his day would become.

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#123: Jul 1st 2011 at 7:12:47 PM

While making his way through the commotion, being careful not to let his tuba slip from his grasp and crush some innocent child's footsies, Faze couldn't help but notice the winged creature approaching him. It was a bit odd that he'd met another so quickly, but given how major this event was, the odds of not running into another eventually would be even worse. Plus, this one sounded like he liked his tuba, so why complain?

"Why thank you, kind sir, for what I can only assume was a compliment," Faze replied, though he kept his eyes on the path in front of him. "Though if truth be told, had my original mentors not needed a bass, I never would have found the joy in playing such a thing. My name's Fazerelli, but you may call me Faze. And who, if I may ask, are you?"

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#124: Jul 1st 2011 at 8:00:40 PM

"Typical mammalian obsession with softness," muttered the rat as Zed moved towards the castle.

"Just let it go. Now for the wishes!" said Zedrick excitedly, which prompted a disparaging look from the rat.

"You are aware that their magic works completely differently from yours, yes? And that you wouldn't learn much just by watching anyway?"

"...You just suck the fun out of everything."

edited 1st Jul '11 8:01:57 PM by Sir_Screwloose

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KiriAme Thom Raiwhat? Since: Dec, 2010 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
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#125: Jul 1st 2011 at 8:25:59 PM

Jocelyn stood on the balcony, waving rather absentmindedly to the crowd below as the herald continued to speak.

"The first wish will be granted by Ricky Rhubarb," announced the herald. Ricky waddled forward, an unctious smile on her wide, powdered face.

"My dear Princess Jocelyn, you have grown up as lovely as a flower, just as the wish I granted at your birth has forseen. Now, however, you are on the verge of womanhood, and beauty alone will not suffice to show the world what you have become; thus, I give to you the gift of charm, so that you may seem to others to be the fairest in all the world, both in form and spirit." A blue light surrounded Jocelyn for a moment before seeming to fade into her skin, and she smiled graciously.

"Godmother Ricky, I thank you sincerely," she replied, her voice ringing out across the balcony and down to the crowd below. Those who had heard the princess speak before might notice that there was something different about the girl's manner of speaking; somehow, inexplicably, her voice had changed, giving all those who heard it a feeling of security and elation. With a small twist of her mouth, Jocelyn tried her again. "I... I thank you," she repeated, her voice returning to normal.

"No problem, dearie," replied Ricky with a small flash of her pearly teeth, before returning to the edge of the balcony.

"The princess' next wish shall be granted by Riley Rhubard," announced the herald. Riley glided forward, and smiled at Jocelyn.

"Your highness, I see now that my gift to you of grace has served you well. You have grown into a true lady, and always carry yourself with poise and dignity; however, to be truly accomplished one must have the voice as well as the bearing of an angel. And so it is that I grant to you today the gift of sublime singing, so that others may listen to your voice not only for its meaning, but for its beauty." A green light enveloped the princess, and she blinked as it faded, before inclining her head.

"Thank you, Godmother Riley," she replied politely, trying to keep the note of exasperation out of her voice. Riley smiled, and joined Ricky at the edge of the balcony.

"The princess' final wish shall be granted by Rhonda Rhubarb," called the herald to the crowd. Rhonda took a few steps forward, taking a glance over her shoulder as she did so and visibly smirking in the general direction of Siorai before turning to Jocelyn.

"Jocelyn, my dear. On the day of your birth I granted you the gift of intelligence, and I see that it has served you well. But to rule properly, a monarch must not only be keen of wit, but wise; and so it is that I grant to you today the gift..." she paused dramatically.

"...The gift of foresight." She flicked her wand, and pink sparks shot out from its tip, wrapping around Jocelyn like a cloud of tiny stars. The pink spark-cloud swirled in the air for a moment before abruptly vanishing, and Jocelyn dropped to her knees, placing her hands over her eyes.

"...Is something wrong, dear?" asked Rhonda, a little puzzled. Wearily, Jocelyn shook her head and stood up.

"N-No. I'm fine," she replied. "Th-Thank you, Godmother Rhonda-"

BOOM

A spark of lightning crashed down from the sky, landing somewhere on the balcony as red clouds billowed down out of nowhere. Through the mist, those close to the balcony*

would be able to see a tall, wide figure through the red mist; those down below, however, would have nothing to go on but the loud, deep female voice that suddenly rang across the crowd.

"Happy Birthday, Princess."

edited 1st Jul '11 8:28:17 PM by KiriAme

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