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 Sleep 🌱 (#44085) View Forum Posts  Posted on 2021-10-15 23:18:28 |
The Silver Throne The Silver Isle has always been ruled over by sovereign kings and queens. It has a history of being a prosperous realm. It was once a major trading hub for other isles, and even imported and exported to territories on the mainland. A friendly port to all, travelers would come and go and the docks always seemed to be full of fresh, excited faces. That is, until the current king's rule spelled what seems to be disaster for the once thriving island. Over the past eight years, King Barnabas has taken a greedy hold over the kingdom's exports, causing many of the land's previous allies to turn into opponents. The strong taxes he imposed on his own townspeople have all but driven them into poverty, and a rumor has it that the king is dabbling in dealings with dark magic. Suddenly, with his ailing health, and the kingdom's equally as barren land, it is apparent that a curse has been cast over not only the king and his court, but the entire territory belonging to the Silver throne. Setting music. Worried hearsay began to spread like a plague, and the dogs living within the king's realm began to wake up with fear in their hearts. It is said that a vengeful witch has cursed the land with a powerful hex. Word spread that the only way to lift the curse was for the true heir to retake the kingdom for their own. However, the task may not be as straightforward as it seems. King Barnabas has a strong hold over his throne, and refuses to give it up to just any dog. Just as well, due to his disloyalty to Her Highness, the Princess Consort, he has children spanning far and wide within the confines of the isle. Now called to join the royal court, these heirs and heiresses from all walks of life must now compete for the king's favor, or remain the last one standing in this bloody battle for the throne. Who exactly is the true heir? Will peace ever truly be reestablished within the Silver Isle? It is a mystery indeed. Perhaps the land will fall into ruin under the curse long before the dispute is settled, or maybe strange allegiances will be established between the dogs of the kingdom that twist the destiny of these royal canines forever. How this story unfolds is in the unpredictable hands of time and fate. ────────────────────────────────────────────────── Current Date: January 8th, 620 A.D. Current Season: Late winter - early spring. The most prosperous season, at least for the farmers and flowers growing across the kingdom. Mild days, semi-chilly nights. Perfect for huddling around a camp fire and enjoying the fruits (literally) of the season. Current major event(s): The Royal Banquet. Letters have been sent all across the kingdom, to all sorts of canines, be they noble or humble in heritage. A great banquet is to be held in the king's honor, to welcome his sons and daughters to the castle. Prepare to stuff yourself on the sweetest of food, sip the finest ale, and dance until your paws are sore to the touch. Other: Two weeks after each day in the rp there will be a small time skip to night so that the characters can resolve interactions and prepare for the next day in the rp. 1 day in rp = 2 weeks or less irl. ────────────────────────────────────────────────── Character SheetsView and Post Character Sheets 0 players like this post! Like? Edited on 06/11/21 @ 16:41:11 by Sleep 🌱 (#44085) |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-27 17:35:47 |
Suz stands there bewildered, Mutt, she askes herself knowing full well she was purebred. I just wanted to talk to her and she storms off, she huffs. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep 🌱 (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-27 22:33:22 |
Rye | Traveler | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Roland, Resone. "My apologies if I'm interrupting your conversation. I don't know anyone here, which makes it quite uncomfortable to attempt to speak with people. I will leave if you'd rather." Rye's gentle heart broke in two at the dog's dejected tone. He cast a saddened gaze towards Roland, opening his mouth as if to speak. Before he could say anything, however, the prince had already piped up and soothed his worry. "No, you may stay. I was simply surprised." The dog's tail began to pick up speed behind him as the stranger turned round and sat down. "What are your names? I'd be interested to learn such a crucial factor of the identities of the dogs I am speaking with." His attention turned back towards the Doberman, the smile from earlier returning to his features. He awaited patiently for the collie to respond first and listened quietly as they spoke. 'Resone' seemed to be his name. Rye let a faint laugh lace his breath at this. All 'R' names, how interesting. He found a small glint of humor in that aspect. Out of all the canines and names at this party, what was the likelihood of this? "My name is Rye. And it's lovely to meet you as well." He responded to Roland with his name, dipping his head towards Resone as he spoke the latter sentence. It was only polite, of course. Not that he would particularly mind making a friend out of this interaction as well. In fact, he was overjoyed by the notion. At the movement, a flower came loose from the fur near his ear and fell to the floor. He stared at it blankly for a moment, not particularly concerned that it had fallen off, but more confused by what exactly he should do. "Oh no! Would you allow me to fix that for you?" His golden eyes slid towards the black and white dog sitting across from him. "Of course! It would be much appreciated." He replied without hesitation. His voice was a steady, courteous, tone. Seeing as how they were similar in height, Rye lowered his head to allow the other dog to place the decoration back into his fur. Jezevec | Outlaw | Location: Castle: Garden. Mentions: Corvus. Her rather large ears perked forward as the other canine squeaked, causing her hood to slip back. The motion revealed her wolf-like features. Her muzzle creased slightly and she couldn't help a soft chuckle that slipped out through her teeth. "They do seem to be uhhh growing? I think? My opinion doesn't matter, I've never been here before." She hummed at the response and took a few steps closer to the shorter dog. She was an odd character, though Jezevec tended to be one as well. They couldn't exactly judge her for that, though she was extremely... "Interesting." The word spilled out, not that Jezevec seemed concerned by it. "My tattoo? It's uhhh from my - friend. My friend got me drunk and dared me to get one. He already had the design picked out an everything." It was obviously a lie, she could tell by the long pause the stranger had taken. A smile appeared on her features as she stared at the blatantly nervous canine. "What a marvelous tale. At least your friend has lovely tastes." She replied with a slight tilt of her head. It was apparent in her voice she hadn't bought the story. What was the harm in playing along though? Everyone had their secrets. Stepping away, she peered curiously through a thorny rose bush towards the bustling party. Something must have happened based on how the chatter had picked up. "What do you suppose is going on in there?" At that moment a shriek sounded from deep within the halls and the word 'witch' echoed out into the garden. Almost immediately, Jezevec's bright and curious gaze landed directly on the dog mix. "Interesting indeed." Barnabas | Monarch | Location: Castle: Main Hall - Dining Hall. Mentions: Ophelia, Alaska (Directly.) Hildibrandr, Sigrún (Indirectly.) He listened silently as his wife listed off the names and a vague description of his children's personalities. He already knew of their names, but what they were truly like had slipped completely over his head, even now. "Yes, dear." He muttered out, watching his paws as he took careful steps down the stairs. Now's not the time to take a fall. He thought, watching the ground until his feet made contact with the marble floor. "When did we get a mage? I've never seen Konstantine before. And isn't a mage by extension a witch?" He cut his eyes at Ophelia, his brow furrowing. "Careful of your words. And of course not, no member of my court would carry such a nefarious title." He said with a snort, watching as she was offered a glass of wine. The loud commotion had gone unnoticed by the ailing king, drowned out by the other rowdy party-goers. As the princess consort stepped away to check on the situation he simple nodded to her, meandering off to speak to some familiar faces as he awaited her return. After a second of aimless chatter he glanced around the room, spotting Ophelia. Trailing towards her, he noticed that a strange lass had also approached them. He hadn't heard the beginning of the conversation, though it seemed as though they were speaking of a witch in the castle. Preposterous. He thought with a sniff, glancing about as they mentioned a knight. His gaze immediately landed on the fleeing form of Hildibrandr. Ha- Far from a knight. What a disgrace. His face scrunched in disdain before he approached the pair, nodding to Alaska. "You may rise, young lady." He said in a sickeningly sweet tone, a smile stretched across his features. "Your concerns will certainly be looked into... and dealt with." He added, his eyes lingering on the guard and his sibling. He took in a soft sigh and motioned the dog away with a slight nod of his head. "There is nothing to worry over here in my castle, please return to the party and enjoy yourself." His voice was cheerful, of course, but the words seemed to come out in a threatening manner. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-28 03:51:51 |
Alaska|Dining hall|Mentions Barnabas (directly) Ophelia Hildibrander Persephone (indirectly) Alaska stood up and nodded. She bowed her head to the two before saying somthing Hildibrander was just trying to prevent a panic from starting. If I could ask, please be easy on him. She scurried away as Barnabas dismissed her sitting near a golden pelted dame and not really paying much attention to her. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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ᗩᒪE᙭ᗯOᒪᖴ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-28 08:51:50 |
Shadow | Dining Hall | Mentions: Barnabas, Alaska, Ophelia, Hildibrandr Shadow padded behind Ophelia as she broke away from her husband to investigate the commotion, barely sparing a glance for her liege. At the mention of a knight, Shadow's gaze darted around and soon landed on Hildibrandr. There was a small white dog next to him, and Shadow's fur prickled at their familiarity. However, they soon relaxed as the dame mentioned that she was his sister. "My lady," they started speaking to Ophelia. "I will go speak to Hildibrandr and determine what happened." They nodded respectfully to the princess consort before quietly padding over to Hildibrandr and his sister. "Hildibrandr," their head dipped in greeting. "I did not expect to see you at the banquet." They glanced at his sister, then back to him. "May I have a word with you? In private?" Resone | Dining Hall | Mentions: Rye, Roland Resone smiled as Rye introduced himself, and returned his nod with one of his own. When he responded to Res's question about the flower, Resone's grin widened. "It would be my pleasure." He leaned down and gently grabbed the flower by the stem, then gently wove it back into Rye's fur, ensuring that the petals were open and visible. "There you are." He leaned back, his face a bit warm from the closeness. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-28 13:22:02 |
Suz walks back into the place with the other guests, she watches the crowd. I guess I could leave early its really not good to be walking this much when pregnant. then she realizes just how far the place she is staying at is away, never mind I guess ill just sit down for now, Suz sighs. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-28 13:32:18 |
Demetrius|Outside>>>Dining hall|Mentions Suz (directly) open to others Demetrius spots the young lass and gave a soft woof. Hello miss, I notice your carrying as well. Would you like to sit down with me and my mate Dexter? she offered politely trying to not make her self conscious about her pups. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 28/10/21 @ 17:49:05 by Flareon :lmao: (#221238) |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 00:44:45 |
Sigrún | Townsfolk - Farmer | Location: Loyal District, Castle Mentions: Alaska, Hildibrandr, Demetrius, Ophelia, Shadow[Directly] Marcel, Hagrid[Indirectly] ”Then control your scat brain of a brother.” Sigrún’s lips curled back at the insult, the white hued pup baring rather harmless looking teeth at Alaska. ”I’d say you can do the same to yourself.” She spat boldly, her scraggy fur puffed out rather comically under the malamutes disdainful gaze. ”I am handling this kid. Remove your self- Came another voice, the shepherd mix turning her head to the voice, warm hued eyes falling on a black lab looking dog. Even though this maiden’s words weren’t meant to be, Sigrún immediately took them as offensive, even moreso when she dared to call her a kid. She’s not just a kid! Well you do a horrible job of handling things, I hope you’re aware.” Before she could continue on the malamute she was shouting at earlier cut her off, finally turning to leave the hall. Sigrún’s gaze followed Alaska as she left, letting out disdainful snorts and huffs as she did. She took it as a victory, quite obviously, with her chin and tail high, and her ears pricked proudly. She turned to look at Hildibrandr with the same proud posture, but it quickly shrunk away slightly as she realized how sternly he was looking at her. "Sigrún! You need to learn how to pick your battles, spitfire. What if they had decided to take this further? Did you plan on fighting them?" Sigrún’s large ears drooped at the scolding, and she frowned, hurt flashing onto her features for justa heartbeat. ”If I were the one being yelled at like that you’d do the same!” She huffed out in protest, completely avoiding his question with her own question. She was genuinely worried that he was angry with her, which has never happened before, but her expression lightened once she saw his do the same. Sigrún wouldn”t have understood why he was mad at her anyway, she was just helping him with his duties! Not harmful at all. She moved along in the direction Hildibrandr nudged her, her tail wagging quickly as he spoke again. ”Come with me, I ran into Marcelia and Hagrid earlier. Let's go see if we can find them-" ”Are you going to tell them how I told off that broad?” She said in a hushed, teasing tone as she trotted along. ”Also, it’s not Marcelia anymore. It’s Marcel now.” Sigrún corrected, just before Ophelia made her appearance. ”What is going on here? It's a banquet, not a screaming match." Sigrún turned to look at the royal consort, not shying away from her furious gaze. Oh yeah, Ophelia was Barnabas’s consort or something. She was better than him, so Sigrún didn’t mind her for the most part. At least she was nice. As Hildibrandr’s frame slid in front of her, she merely lowered her head until it was underneath his belly, peering up at Ophelia. ”One of your subjects wasn’t listening and was being a loud-mouth.” She explained rather bluntly, lacking the same noble etiquette that Hildibrandr adopted when addressing the royal consort. She didn’t get to stick with Ophelia long sadly, as her brother suddenly and quickly bustled her away, Sigrún looking rather confused about the sudden rush but not really arguing. Thank the God’s she wasn’t fussing about it. Yet another dog made an appearance, and when Sigrún turned to look at them she almost thought it was that lab from earlier, but she quickly realized it wasn’t. It was a very big, shepherd looking dog, with pitch black fur. Hey! They look like me. But black. Sigrún thought, her head tilting as she looked at the black shepherd with a thoughtful, curious gaze, missing most of their words except for their last sentence. "May I have a word with you? In private?" Sigrún’s ears perked at the words ‘in private’, the pup leering up at the large dog as she went to speak. ”What? Why can’t I listen?” She woofed, gazing at Shadow as she awaited their response, eyes narrowed slightly. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 06:34:50 |
Suz turns around, oh sure I wasn't planning on going any where any way! she goes over to the other pregnant dog, So how long have you been carrying, she asked modestly. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 07:09:15 |
Demetrius|Dining hall|Mentions Suz, Dexter (directly) Demetrius's tail thumped at the new company happily I've been carrying for about 5 months now. she looks over to Dexter and smiled. This is Dexter. Dex say hi. Demetrius urged. Dexter|Dining hall|Mentions Suz, Demetrius (directly) Dexter forces a smile towards the golden pelted dame Hello he then looked around the hall. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Sleep 🌱 (#44085)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 12:20:29 |
Hildibrandr | Royal Guard | Location: Castle: Dining Hall. Mentions: Shadow, Sigrún (Directly.) Hagrid, Marcel (Indirectly.) "If I were the one being yelled at like that you’d do the same!" It was true, of course. If he had stumbled on a situation where Sigrún were the one being spoken to in such a manner, it likely wouldn't have ended as casually. He fell silent as he thought over a response. After a moment he leaned closer to the younger dog and replied in a hushed but humorous tone, "When you get a bit older and have properly learned how to fight, I will gladly batter some rowdy party guests with you." As he lifted his head, an amused grin had found it's way onto his face. "Also, it’s not Marcelia anymore. It’s Marcel now." Hildibrandr grew quiet once again. What does she mean by that? He contemplated the correction as he walked, confusion apparent on his face. Finally, it clicked in his head. Oh. Since when? I've been terribly rude haven't I? He thought at last, suddenly annoyed at himself. Surely Marcel had been equally as annoyed by him calling them the incorrect name. "Understood. Thank you." He barked back in a serious tone. His brow was still furrowed slightly. His sister's rude outburst towards her highness only quickened his pace. By the time he slowed down they had made it quite far into the dining hall. Hildibrandr's bright golden eyes glanced across the crowd. His two other siblings seemed to have disappeared into the mingling dogs and it was unlikely that he would be able to find them again without a bit of searching. He sighed and glanced down at Sigrún. "I should have stayed with them. I don't suppose we'll be finding them any time soon in this mess." He said a bit dejectedly. "Hildibrandr, I did not expect to see you at the banquet. May I have a word with you? In private?" He cast an untrusting gaze towards the other guard as they approached. It was odd to see them lingering away from the princess consort, it was likely that they were curious about the commotion that had happened earlier. In that case, he wasn't the least bit interested in discussing it. "I'm off duty, captain." His voice was dry as he replied. Though, it was already apparent that he wasn't on duty by the fact that he wasn't currently on post. He only wanted to make that fact clear before they attempted to whisk him away from the banquet. By the way he was standing, however, it was blatantly clear that he had no interest in moving. "What? Why can’t I listen?" His attention turned back towards his sister as she leered towards Shadow. "I agree. I plan to spend this evening with my family and I have no intentions of losing them again in this crowd. If it's important it can be said here. If not, I will always be here on the morrow." On the latter sentence a tinge of spite crept into his voice. Not directed entirely at Shadow, although they were one of his majesty's many loyal dogs. He was mostly angered by the fact that after this brief day with his siblings, he would be shackled to the castle once again. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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ᗩᒪE᙭ᗯOᒪᖴ E (#237195) Wanderer View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 13:18:06 |
Shadow | Dining Hall | Mentions: Hildibrandr, Sigrun Shadow looked down at the pup, trying for a kind smile. "Because young one, this is very important adult business." When Hildibrandr spoke again, Shadow looked up, a touch of annoyance crossing their expression. "If you would rather, I'm sure his majesty King Barnabas would be glad to speak with you. I assumed you'd rather report to someone less likely to keel over during it." There was a slight glint of amusement in their eyes at the second sentence, before it was replaced with seriousness again. "In all seriousness though, I am truly sorry, but this discussion cannot wait. I promise that if you speak with me, it will only take five minutes and then you can find your siblings again." Their expression softened and they waited for his response with true pain on their face. "If you need, I can help you find them before we step out, that way you'll know where they are and that they are well." 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Skippy Brambles Bon Vaunen🎀 (#188943) Usual View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-30 22:04:48 |
Persephone | Princess | Location: Royal District - Castle Mentions: Ambrosia, Ashlyn, Helios, Aloise[Directly] Hildibrandr[Indirectly] "Hildibrandr. A guard, and as far as I'm aware, he is here only to pay some sort of... debt, to his Majesty, Barnabas." Persephone listened to Ambrosia intently, an ear angled in her direction as she continued to watch the commotion. Persephone sat back as Ambrosia explained, taking a sip of her water with her eyes narrowed, immediately catching how blandly their father’s name rolled off her tongue, and it intrigued her, just by the slightest. You’d think someone would sound more happy when talking about their beloved father. But so far, it didn’t seem like he was favoured by any of his children, and she wasn’t that surprised. He didn’t seem to be a favoured king, either. ”You mean our father? Wonder what he did to pay some debt to Our Majesty, King Barnacle.” She hummed, her tone swerving into amusement by her last sentence. It was kind of an insensitive joke, but ever since she was younger Persephone believed her father’s name to sound quite ridiculous. Even his title seemed to roll off her tongue in a mocking way. "I don't know him well. Our king does not encourage fraternizing with him." At this Persephone finally turned a curious gaze towards her carbon copy of a sister, ears pricked. Oooo, so Barnabas also doesn’t want his children to interact with this guard? Was he really that bad? Either way, she wouldn’t take that advisement really seriously, and it was obvious simply from her expression. ”Oh? And why is that? If Barnabas considered this brute so dangerous you’d think he’d keep him away from the banquet.” Persephone said with a small shrug of her shoulders, her words sounding awfully judge-mental. It makes sense anyway, why let a brute you’d think could pose a danger to your kin in a banquet.. dedicated to your kin? Persephone struggled to find the sense in that. Well, he is on his last leg anyway, not like his brain would be completely intact. She thought with a small, contempt huff. Ashlyn, darling? What do you do for a living? Unless you would prefer not to say, of course. I would never force you into doing something." Persephone then looked at Ashlyn wordlessly, curious as to what the skinny thing was about to say, and also curious about how incriminating it could be. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Luxaeus (#78363)
View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-31 14:54:11 |
Elisavet | Princess | Location: Banquet Hall | Mentions: Noctune (Directly), Open The collie watched as Noctune's expression changed as she talked. She let out a soft chuckle as irritation was clearly written over his face. Well, maybe not clear to others but very clearly to his direct family. 'Then that would mean they would have taken it under your nose too, I wouldn't be the only one sulking in envy.' Her brother stated as Elise's eyes widen in shock. She quickly regained her composure and turned her bad briefly. A 'hmph' could be heard as she ignored Noctune for a few seconds. His words held truth to them but the princess wanted to ignore them as she was the one who was supposed to tease, not get teased. More words sparked her interest. 'I have a bad feeling about our half-siblings. And I don’t know why.' Elisavet turned her head back to the conversation and agreed. "I do feel the same way, brother. How could any of them even have the chance to rule the throne? I'm sure over half, if not all of them don't know the first thing about politics. We grew up in those studies. And what do we have as siblings? Woodland creatures and mere townsfolk." The collie went on a soft tangent as she talked about her new half-siblings. She took a glass of wine and downed at least half of it. Good thing she did at the moment as another incident occurred. Some random mutt screaming about a witch? Just as quickly it happened, it was over with. Elise looked around the room as she noticed her parents finally arrived. The dog smiled softly to herself before she returned back to her brother. "You have any plans to meet the other heirs? Best we get on their good side, huh?" The collie drank the rest of the wine and stood up, looking around for any siblings. It was quite easy to spot who they are. However, she did have a relatively difficult time. Too many dogs in the hall. At this point, Elisavet could just talk to anyone and gain popularity for her future role. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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Lady (#207935)
Prince of the Savannah View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-31 15:06:36 |
Suz/ Mentions Demetrius and Dexter I only have a week left and I'm so excited! she sighs, I really hope they're better then their father though. 0 players like this post! Like?Edited on 31/10/21 @ 15:08:12 by Denki Kaminari (#207935) |
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3 momma boys (#221238)
Unholy View Forum Posts Posted on 2021-10-31 16:03:22 |
Demetrius |Dining hall|Mentions Suz (directly) Dexter (indirectly) Demetrius gave a small chuckle, I hope so to with my pups. Dexter is a bit of an "Aquired" taste she laughed a bit louder. 0 players like this post! Like? |
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