This is an RP between myself (@Indyo ) and @Kitty , please do not post but feel free to follow the story.
This RP will contain mature elements not suitable for younger readers/RP'ers, such as:
- Blood -
- Gore -
- Sex / Nudity -
- Mature Themes / Language -
The kingdom of Solaire far to the West has lost its monarch.
A war that has raged for years had claimed life, land, and now loyalty. A prince has struck down his father; a mother abandons her child, and the Patrons of Steel have all but been disbanded, a camaraderie that has fled to the shores of the South.
Now, upon the distant seat of Solaire rests a new King, Rendrick, and his son-at-arms beside his throne, Sol and Frar, the left and right hands of the New King, and it seems the war is all but over, and a new peace has settled across the land of Solaire.
But something is wrong in this quiet Kingdom...
Rumours spread that the King is merely a puppet, and the war was simply a ruse. Something far darker is brewing in the Kingdom, and its heart lies within the throne.
The sun shone brightly and purely amidst the spires of Castle Solaire, its many golden tiled rooftops and towers gleam bright with an autumnal hue, casting washes of ochre and crimson into the courts below. The castle, a symmetrical architectural feat, rest against a cliffside that had been thrust upwards from the Earth itself many many centuries ago, and man had decided to build its foundation upon it. From the castle, the keep and city walls surrounded it in a circle, and the towns and burgs spread like a cobweb from them, ending at the walled forest, which itself cast a breath of life and warmth through the city and castle.
Knight Errant Oscar stood upon the ramparts of the barracks, a long, sturdy building that curved itself against the castle's foundations, with archways that led to stables and armouries alike. His armour, a simple plate and brigandine set of polished hagane that bore the crest of Solaire, glistened lightly, and his longsword swayed gently in it's leather scabbard beside him. He wore a scarf, of red woolen fabric, that he draped around and across his neck and back, and his short, militaristic hair were painted with streaks of grey amidst the brown. His stern jaw bore light, bristled facial hair, and his eyes shone a bright amber, as if the Earth itself had hewn gemstones amidst his pupils.
"Knight Oscar!" cried a male voice from beneath him, Oscar stepped and leant across the barrier, to see a youth wearing the training jerkin of squires waving at him below, one such squire Oscar himself was overseeing, "Are you to join us all at the tournament this afternoon?"
Oscar smiled and waved back, pointing towards the courtyard doors many squires were riding through on young, newly trained steeds. "I shall see and greet you there, Brae, for now I wish to enjoy this sun for a little longer, go now and fight your brothers!" Brae smiled and quickly mounted his own steed, before sending the mare on a gallop through the gates, almost knocking another squire into the dirt. Oscar had been training Brae for under a year now, training him in swordplay and general knightly duties, and he was learning fast. But none would challenge Oscar to a duel of sorts, but his squire? A more likely option, if one did not want their reputation soured.
The knight turned to face the sun once again, it's glow beginning to dim as its edge caressed the trees of the western forest. It would be several hours before it became dim, and so he turned away, walking into the barracks to send the rest of the trainees packing towards the Tournament. After a few moments and the building was clear, he gathered his effects, picked up his visored helmet and made his way towards the courtyard, though without thinking he had walked straight into a young woman, with clatter of armour he grabbed her arm to prevent her falling. "Young miss, I hope you're not in a hurry?"