A Broken World [rp]

(*Sigh*...)

I kick the swordsman in the back of his leg to unbalance him and I run to into the forest on the right of the crossing.

 

I say to my assistant, "Ok, can you get my pestle and a wash rag?" Then I try to talk to the patient.

 

Name : Noah Maori

Gender : Male

Age : 18

General Appearance : Normal height,Slightly muscular,tanned,dark black-brownish hair which covers part of his eyes and brown eyes. His wearing a hoodie,has a knife hidden in his boots,a bow on his back and a mask which covers his face.

Parent Jobs : Solider & Nurse

Jobs in your early life : Privileged Noble’s Child

Current Job: Bandit ( allow this please )

Quick Backstory : Noah was born and raised in the city of Trestel . Both his parents were well known to town as the dynamic duo of saving the town,they were heroes. Noah eventually grew up to becoming a Privileged Noble's Child,but this is not what he wanted. He was also told that the King was good,while growing up. One day,there was an accident killing both of his parents. When he was told about the accident which killed his parents,he immediately ran away and would not believe what he would hear. He would eventually put all his blame towards the king,looking for revenge. A few years later,he would reside in the suburbs of the town of Liereau. But he would always be on the move to avoid attention. He would eventually train himself to become a bandit,stealing from the king and fighting off the guards.

Goals in life : Get revenge on the king

Any other things you want to mention: His parents died when he was 15,so he should be somewhat old enough to take care of himself.

 

Name: Markus

Gender: male
Age (Note that any very young or old age may limit rp): 20

General Appearance (picture or photo accepted): http://imgur.com/GJHwVkR

Parent Jobs (Choose 2 – Whether any parent is alive or dead will be randomly assigned): Noble/ Veteran fighter/ Regular Soldier/ Nurse/ Merchant/ Caravan Driver/ Farmer/ Nomad/ Woodcutter/ Blacksmith/ Cook/ Miner/ Hunter/ Fisher/ Outlaw/ Peasant/ unknown /none (You were an orphan) Noble

Jobs in your early life: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None: Privileged Noble’s Child

Current Job: Privileged Noble’s Child/ Squire/ Lady-in-waiting/ Student/ Goods Peddler/ Apprentice/ Assistant/ Street Lurker/ Nomad Child/ Poacher/ None none

Quick Backstory (e.g: How comes both your parents were nobles but you still became a nomad child?): my parents were nobles, bt due to the unjust law they were excecuted, in revenge I tried to murder the unjust king, but since I had practically no battle experience, I failed but somehow managed to escape, with my wealth gone, with nothing but a longsword that I don't know how to use, I try to run from guards, stealing as a way to keep alive, I heard about the rumors or a warlord and am currently trying to find that person for training

Goals in life (note that these goals can change. Please don’t be too specific. Use some Logic E.g. “Be king” with Jobs saying something like Peasant/Peasant/Poacher is probably not going to be accepted – but may still happen during the rp): kill the current corrupt king and everone related to him in revenge and take the throne and set up a better ruling system

Any other things you want to mention: his parents go killed when he was around 16 or 17, so he has had a good education and he knos a bit about sword fighting but not enough to fight a person

 

A few people come out of the sorrounding houses to stare - no one wants to approach a dead watchman. Eventually a group of 4 militiamen turn the corner and see you standing over the dead watchman, sword in hand, and run up to you, surrounding you with their pikes pointing toward you.
"You are hereby under arrest for murder" one of them says in an authoritary voice, "unless you can give the court any good reason you will be hanged by sunrise."
He points his spear in the direction they came from.
"This way now".
Yep theres money - the currency is denars, but obviously you can trade goods as well.

You take a walk back down the main street, looking for a place to stay overnight. You check your bags and confirm that you only have 4 denars left. Probably not enough for any kind of stay... but you don't want to sleep in the open either after the storm the other night - the ground was still damp and you couldn't afford to become sick as well.

You are wearing some basic rags that function well enough to keep you warm at night as well as having several pockets to store your belongings in.
Looking through your pockets you find a few berries, and half a fish you have packed in some leaves to keep fresh. You never had any need for money or other objects, so apart from the food all you carry with yourself is your hunting and fishing spear.

You run to the line of people that are trying to extinguish the flames in the houses and help them to move along the buckets to try and quench the flames. The work is tedious. The flames spread quicker than the small amount of water in each bucket could hope to help against it. Still, you and the other citizens struggle on, trying to keep whatever there was still standing.
The flames have spread to yet another house on the right of yours when finally the town watch arrives. The commander takes a quick look at the situation and talks to two of his soldiers, and then points to a house slightly further down the road which has not yet been touched by flames. The soldiers hurry off and soon return with some rope and hammers, as well as a group of another 10 soldiers.
One of the citizens calls out to them - to try to catch their attention and get them t0 help extinguish the fire. The commander takes a quick glance and then concentrates back at the task in hand; the soldiers were hammering holes into the foundations of the house.

You run toward the forest but halt as a figure emerges from the undergrowth. You hear a 'welp' from the page that was with the nobles and the sound of swords being drawn as the bandits close in from all sides.
The swordsman, recovering from your blow, strikes down the first, taking the bandit by surprise. The moves to attack the next but is parried. The swordsman tries again, striking from above, but the bandit is quicker, stabbing the swordsman in the lower stomach before he could follow through, and draws out the sword slowly.
Meanwhile, you manage to slip around the legs of the man that emerges before you, he was more focused on the nobles anyway as you hide in the undergrowth he came from, and ready your bow.
A bolt flies overhead. The noble that had the hunting crossbow on him had realized what was happening and tried to take out a bandit that way - failing completely. The noble that had ordered you to be executed beforehand has also drawn a previously concealed sword and was fighting against two bandits at once, being driven back towards where you were standing by their oncoming blows.
The remaining nobles - three of them - were helpless. The one that had ordered your pardon was being pinned against a tree by a bandit holding a sword to his throat, while the other two had surrendered already, given up the crossbow as well as the money they had on them and the wine. The page was cowering on the floor and was being mostly ignored.
You take your bow from your shoulder and take an arrow out of your quiver and analyze the potential targets.

You try and calm down the older man before you talk to him, soothing him and telling him that he will be alright. You are not quite sure about that last part.
He calms down slightly and controls his breathing, trying to suppress the coughs and retches while you ask him some basic questions - his name, his age, where he could have caught this disease. He is called Barod Hira, and is 41 years old. As to where he could have caught the disease - he wouldn't know. The last few days he has spent mostly at home with his niece and he would still be there if it had not been for the blood in his retch. He manages to get these sentences out just before the disease overcomes him once more and he rolls over to his sides, coughing and retching up more blood. He seems to be in a more developed stage of the disease than your other patient.
Your assistant returns with the requested equipment.

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Both of your applications are basically the same.
As for @Clodwad you would have to specify the accident - was it of the kings doing? Why? And why would you suddenly turn against the king if you were taught that he was a great king for 15 years of your life?
As for @Char Aznable you will need to reapply seeing that the apps are basically the same person. You just have to reapply seeing that you applied after Clodwad, even if you were in no way influenced by his application.

 

I try to explain that I was carrying swords for him when some errand boys made me drop my load and I got this sword to threaten them for doing that. Then The watchman didn't move when I told him that I had the swords. If that doesn't work, then I just stare at the militiamen.

 

I think to myself, I should probably wait at Katherine's house until she comes home.

 

"Hmm... I guess I should try to cross the bridge."

 

I shake my head and continue helping to extinguish the fire

 

@Francis12qwasyx

computer broke, phone doesnt work, writing this from library, put my story on hold or something.

 

I decide to shoot the bandits attacking the noble who ordered my death.

Besssst friendsssss

 

(Sorry for not responding i didnt get the alert)
I swiftly run forward towards him and apologize profusely for leaving him, that i lost my temper. "Are you okay?"

 

The watchmen look at each other and once of them grins.
"Nice try."
They march you towards the holding cells further down the street. You keep your head down trying your best not to be noticed by anyone - who would want to give you work after this if they knew you were taken in for murder.
You are just about there when you look up and see the woman from earlier on that day sitting in front of a house eating an apple...

You walk down the street until you reach your sisters house. The door seems to be locked. You look around for anywhere to wait and see an older man sitting at a table in front of his house. He seems to be deep in thought, his eyes closed and looking down. More likely hes asleep.
You lean against the door from the outside and look at your bag of food.

You walk along the path through the forest and soon get to the small bridge, which you cross when you come to it. The water rushes along below the bridge and fish jump out of the glistening water.
Infront of you flat land stretches out, at first covered in grass with a few trees dotted around, gradually getting less and less grassy and on the horizon eventually becoming a wasteland.
To the right of you you can see what look like hovels on the horizon, and there is no sign of movement anywhere. The sun glares down upon you as you stand on the next crossroads.

The soldiers carry on hammering holes into the houses and start pulling rope through the holes. Soon satisfactory, the commander orders the soldiers to stop and take the rope.
A few heaves and the bottom foundations of the house collapse, causing the top floors to fall down upon them. A large amount of dust is thrown up fron the ground, and as it settles the house is demolished, the remaining rubble already being carried away by the soldiers. The commander seems pleased with his work as he moves through the row of people, knocking over the bucket of water.
His soldiers follow im, soon starting their work on another house a little further down the street on the other side of the fire.
The owners of this house break the bucket line as well, running to the commander and trying to stop him from tearing theirs down as well, now realizing what is happening.
Two soldiers break away from the hole punching and strike down the owners of the home, pull them to the side and carry on with the demolition.

alright

You line up your arrow and fire into the closer of the two bandits the lord was struggling against. At such close range and such a large target it really wasn't much skill needed for the shot.
To the surprise of the other two fighters one of the bandits collapses, clutching his throat, an arrow having miraculously appeared in it, cutting off his lung and causing a massive spurt in blood. The bandit gurgles a little before he lays completely still. The noble is the first to overcome the surprise and stabs the other bandit in the chest, kicking the limp body of his victim from his sword and swinging it around to take out the next assailant, his eyes focusing on the bandit holding back a lord by sword point.
You look down at your hands and you bow. The hands... the bow... that had killed a man. Your hands seem t be covered in blood, even though it was the arrow that pierced the mans throat. You rub them... they still seem tinted in red. You feel a tear quell up in your eye. Why would it do that? Its not like you haven't killed an animal before. You shrug off the feeling and force yourself to grab another arrow from your quiver.

He looks obviously distressed as he tells you of his medical condition - a broken arm. Otherwise he is alright, only suffering a little bruising. He ushers you into a side alleyway as his voice turns more serious.
"Im afraid they are still looking for someone... i overheard them speaking about a murderer" he whispers, careful of anyone else listening in. "You shouldn't have come back, you really shouldn't - I've heard the king himself has sent for the kingsguard to take matters into their hands..."

 

I make a decision to get myself out of the town... My plan is to go to Rastul

 

I say to myself, "Well, I guess they are probably in the wastelands. I might as well search through the wastelands for the warlord and whoever follows him."
I start making my way into the wastelands to who knows where.

 

"Then lets go to Hawaha and see if we can find the person who did this to you. We have to get out of here. no matter what"

 

I look at the woman and scream "YOU! YOU MONSTER! JUSTICE WILL BE BROUGHT TO YOU! IF THE LAW WON'T DO IT I WILL!" However, I make no signs of attempting to break free from the guards.

 

I aim at the bandit who had pinned the noble who ordered my pardon by a sword point.

 

You break the chain of people and leave them behind, your sword swinging to and fro from your hip and you walk down the streets that have by now filled with people. You encounter another group of soldiers on their way to the fire and step out of he way politely as they march past.
You look back at your burned out flat for a few more moments before setting off back down the road.
The sun is shining down brightly as you reach the exit to Trinida, leaving along the main trade road, and the light is reflected off the many fields around you filled with dying crops. It will be nice to leave that behind at least.
A few caravans and riders pass you, both leaving and entering Trinida from the outlying villages or other Sariel towns and cities. A few banners you can recognize, a caravan from skit, another few from Heriole, and a single small transport from Hawaha.
You stay on the main trading path - and by the time you reach the bridge it is already starting to get dark and you are thirsty and a little hungry.

You make your way over the green fields at first, which grow ever less green with every step you take in the direction of the wastelands. At least you can move quickly along the even ground.
The sun seems to grow in strength as you reach the last few green tufts of grass at the edge of the wastelands. A slight wind blows from in front of you. You close your eyes for a moment to allow the wind to cool you down but all it does is blow more of the radiating heat into your face and you feel a few beads of sweat running down the back of your neck.
You push on despite this and soon the warmth of the sun seems to lessen as it starts to set, leaving a purple blue darkness behind. For the first time you take in how silent it is. The little wind that was blowing rustled no leaves, the few animals that were around dared not to make a single noise for fear of alerting the equally silent hunters of the wastelands.
You take a swig of water from a flask you had taken with you and look around for shelter - you would not want to keep walking in absolute darkness, but all you can spot are a few dried up bushes to the north west.

Your master agrees with a silent nod and soon you are out on the street again, moving as quickly as possible without being noticed - considering the injury your master sustained, and luckily you are not noticed.
A while later you reach the western gate of Liareau, and stop for a moment to assess the time of day. Your master tells you to stay there for a moment and he walks to a food store a little away from the street, pulling a few denars out of his pocket and buying some supplies. He returns and you start to walk towards the gate as a kingsguard walks toward one of the watchmen and talks to him. You hold back until he leaves once more.
You keep your head low and try to sneak past the guards at the gate, however one of them stops you.
"Hello there, where are you headed?" he asks in a friendly tone.

The guards ready their weapons at your sudden loud outburst, but seeing as you made no attempt to escape stand down again.
One of them seems to be thinking and turns to the guard next to him and they discuss something for a few moments. One of them shrugs his shoulders while the other gesticulates with his arms a little. The leading guard, behind you, calls out to them asking what the matter is, and the shrugging guard breaks the conversation while the other gestures the head guard to talk to him.
After a few moments the head guard looks grimly at you, and then back at his conversational partner, who turns and walks back down the street you came down, arm on his sword.
"Come on, no time to waste" the head guard says and he marches your troop down the street a little faster than before.
You reach the holding cells soon after, where you are thrown in with little grace while your sword is placed in a weapons rack on the other end of the room.
The place stinks.
You make yourself as comfortable as possible in a corner where the hay placed on the ground could be mistaken for a makeshift bed as you hear the heavy doors open once more and the struggle of a further prisoner being put into a holding cell next to yours. You look up and the other prisoner spots you - the woman from earlier in the street. She hisses a curse at you as she is pushed into the cell as well, the guard locking the door behind her before leaving...

You hit the bandit in the shoulder, who is thrown back by the pain, just in time for the freed lord to swing his leg up and hit the bandit square between the legs, producing a howl of pain from the bandit, who was now clutching his crotch. The lord then calmly disarms the bandit and kicks him once more in the legs. You hear a crack of bone as the bandit falls to the ground.
The two freed lords now face the three remaining bandits, and a sword fight ensues.
Your eyes dart to and fro between the bandits and lords, unable find a shot that would strike its target without potentially hitting another, but would a wounded lord be so bad? A glint of silver catches your eye and you glance down a little, and notice that the swordsman's sword had dropped not far from you... you may be able to pick it up... or you could try and dart away now while everyone is occupied...

 

I walk over to a Heriole caravan hoping to possibly get a bite to eat