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The Rebellion

phantom of the potter · 2009-05-08T01:55:08Z

The Rebellion Ebba paced the edge of the clearing restlessly. Where was Jarin? Ebba cast a restless glance over at the fire crackling in the center of the clearing, then began pacing again. Jarin had left nearly two hours ago to do some scouting… He should have been back by now… Ebba huffed and sat down concernedly on a log by the fire. She hugged herself, fighting off the autumn night’s chill. There she waited until finally Jarin came stumbling into the clearing. Ebba stood up quickly. “Is everything all right?” she asked nervously. Jarin avoided her eyes. “Princess Ebba,” he said tersely. “The soldiers are here; we will need to move again soon…” Ebba shut her mouth. She slowly lowered herself back onto the log, and stared at the fire. “Princess?” “Yes, Jarin?” “You know we must.” “Of course I do,” said Ebba loftily, but she couldn’t get the disappointment out of her voice. She and Jarin had been running for so long, and here, in this isolated wood near a next-to-nonexistent village, Ebba had finally dared to feel safe. But she wouldn’t be safe; not until that cow of a man Kenzel was dead and gone. Deep inside, however, Ebba knew that unless Jarin and she got help, they would have a long wait ahead of them. At the moment, Kenzel’s forces were too strong; his grip on the kingdom was too tight. “We can’t, Ebba,” said Jarin softly, coming to sit next to her. Ebba looked up at him sharply. “Can’t what?” Jarin sighed irritably, the moment of understanding between them gone. “Don’t fool yourself, Princess. We can’t start knocking on people’s doors asking if they want to join a rebellion alongside their lost princess. May I remind you, Princess, that the whole kingdom thinks you are dead?” “I don’t need reminding,” snapped Ebba, turning away from Jarin. Ebba felt Jarin staring impatiently back at her. “I hope not, Princess,” he said stiffly. “Because I can’t spend my days babysitting you. I’ve got enough on my mind without having to make sure you don’t run off looking for rebels.” Ebba turned back. “What if we were certain that we could trust these people?” she pressed. Jarin set his jaw. “If I was convinced that I could trust every one of these people, then perhaps I would consider rousing a rebellion. But I don’t trust our kingdom anymore, Ebba. I just don’t.” ~The Story~ The Lie Two years ago, the kingdom of Tammur suffered a horrible loss. The royal family, King Jareth, Queen Atiana, and their children, Princesses Ebba and Kiana and Prince Estin were murdered. Jareth’s esteemed military commander, Kenzel, in a surge of respect for his fallen king and fury at his death, stepped up to the throne. He produced vast armed forces intended to track down the king’s suspected murderer, one Jarin, head of the King’s Guard. The King’s Guard is the elite, the force assigned to protecting the royal family. Jarin was the King’s own defender. Logically, he was the only one who could get close enough to commit the murder. The Truth Kenzel was the King’s murderer. Kenzel ordered his closest followers to deal with the Queen and the children, but it was Kenzel who killed the King. Jarin heard the commotion and immediately headed to defend the King, but he was too late. Ebba, too, just barely escaped Kenzel’s followers. Jarin helped Ebba escape in a last effort to protect the royal family. Kenzel knows that they escaped, and he knows that they know who really murdered the King. Kenzel sent out his army to track them down, and Jarin and Ebba have been on the run for the past two years. Meanwhile, the kingdom as a whole adores Kenzel. Ebba and Jarin are caught in a catch twenty-two. They cannot announce their continued existence, for either Jarin would be killed by Kenzel’s soldiers or by the citizens of Tammur. That is how great the hatred is for Jarin. Ebba would no doubt be taken to the castle only to succumb to some unfortunate disease and die, or be poisoned by some enemy of the kingdom. But still more urgent is the need to overthrow Kenzel, and Ebba and Jarin cannot do that alone. And that is where you come in. Rules/Extra Info *Please use correct grammar. (Correct capitalization, spell-check, and sentence structure) * Magic in Tammur is controlled by what magic items you posses and how well you control them. (i.e. Ebba has a pendant that she uses to harness her power. It is the Royal Stone, given to her at birth, and holds the power of the previous rulers of Tammur. Depending on your station, however, would usually depict how powerful you magical item can be.) *One character, please. We only have ten character slots. *Post at least three times a week. *Someone CAN be Jarin. PM me before you post your bio, though… There is a couple things you need to know. *Other than that, standard rules apply. Bios Name: (Keep it tasteful) Age: (Don’t be ridiculous. Don’t throw a six year old in there, but also don’t throw a ninety year old.) Station: (This can be a common villager, a soldier loyal to Jarin, or a renegade noble. Be creative, but state a viable reason for not supporting Kenzel. Also remember that you cannot be outspoken about your thoughts, for Kenzel is destroying every opposition he faces.) Appearance: (Pictures or written descriptions, it doesn’t really matter.) Personality: History: Magical Item: (This is not required. These items usually contain some sort of center jewel. The jewel, if the wielder has magical training, can concentrate the wielder’s powers, or it can have power imbibed within it that the wielder draws from. The most common form would be a pendant, but there are also swords, mirrors, etc. Be creative.) Other: ** On a side note, I would like someone to betray the group to Kenzel. PM me before posting your bio is you would like that to be your character. There are a few things I will want to discuss. Here is Ebba’s bio: Name: Princess Ebba of Tammur Age: 17 Station: Was second in line for the Tammurian throne, Princess Appearance: http://peachysticks.deviantart.com/art/Princess-13146941 Personality: Stubborn when she wants to be. Usually tries to see the best in people. She tough, but at every turn her inner depression becomes clear. She has a deranged grief building inside of her from the loss of her family. She walks gracefully, and has impeccable manners. History: She was the middle child in her family. Estin was four years older than she, and Kiana was three years younger. Her childhood was spent being preened for court, and it shows in her every move. She had friends and was very happy. Ebba’s childhood was classic, until Kenzel ripped it apart. Magical Item: http://www.wehug.com/img/ametrine-SSPN5401a.JPG This pendant was given to her a birth, and is one of the seven Royal Stones. It is imbibed with all of the power of previous rulers of Tammur. Ebba is somewhat afraid of her stone. The few times she has completely unlocked the stone, the power within it overwhelmed her. She is careful with it, and only uses it lightly. She depends on her own power for the majority of the every-day magic. Other: Up for love.

Should we open the storybook for people who want to create some of Kenzel's followers?

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Wed May 27, 2009 4:07 pm

moon jumper says... · Wed May 27, 2009 4:07 pm

Eden

"I guess we have to get going then." I said. "There's one place in the forest that the soldiers could not find us in."

Everyone looked at me. Ebba asked, "Well? Where is it?"

"My father is one of the leaders of a large gypsy clan. We have been fighting the soldiers for years and they have never gotten to us. It is the only way to keep safe. Besides, we have three hundred to four hundred warriors. I bet you could need the help."

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Sorry it's short.

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Fri May 29, 2009 12:08 am

Lauren2010 says... · Fri May 29, 2009 12:08 am

Aliya

"I agree." Aliya said. "While I was being taught, my teacher often brought me to the gypsy land with her to buy different magical odds and ends. The gypsies have always been against Kenzel and are very loyal to those who also oppose them."

"Then I guess we're off to the gypsies." Adam said. "Let us set forth!" he thrust his arm forward dramatically.

Aliya rolled her eyes and Ebba groaned. Adam could be a real pain sometimes.

"Oh come on now, Princess." Adam placed an arm around Ebba.

"Get off me." she insisted and stepped away.

"Yes, please get away from us all." Jarin muttered in addition.

Aliya smiled. Though Adam could be a pain, he did often help to lighten up a situation.

"Hey, I got someone on my side." Adam said when he noticed my amused smile.

Aliya laughed. "We'll see."

"Aliya." Demeter appeared at her side. "You never did finish telling me about your idea."

"Oh yeah." she remembered. "Well basically, the royal soldiers have next to no experience with magic. We could utilize the powers our little group here has, and maybe if we could round up a few more willing mages. We would have a powerful force that Kenzels army would find difficult to deal with. Although there is an issue with any hand to hand combat that we may encounter...we would have to make sure we could use our magic without being in the position of being slaughtered by the brutes that Kenzel has in his army."

"How do you think we should do that?" Demeter questioned. "I mean, how are we going to get close enough to cause damage without being close enough for them to reach us with their weapons?"

"I hadn't thought that far ahead." Aliya admitted. "But I'll think about it."

Aliya let her pace slow so she could contemplate things. She racked her brain for anything her teacher had told her about magic and using magic as a weapon that could possibly help in this situation.

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Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:02 pm

phantom of the potter says... · Thu Jun 04, 2009 1:02 pm

Ebba

Ebba paled. They were talking about magic. Ebba's hand drifted up to the stone looped around her neck. Eden glanced at her.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," said Ebba quickly. "I'm fine."

Eden looked doubtful, but Ebba forced a smile on her face and turned away. It wasn't that Ebba hated magic... But Ebba's only way of using it was through her stone. And the stone had far too much power for Ebba to control.

**Sorry that is is short - I am trying to start this back up**

"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera

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Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:53 pm

phantom of the potter says... · Fri Jun 05, 2009 9:53 pm

Okay, guys! Judging from the results in the poll - We will open the storybook for some of Kenzel's followers! If you already have a character, feel free to create another - If you do not have a character, feel just as free to enter the storybook!

And, as always, direct any questions to the DT.

"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera

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Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:17 am

RayneChild says... · Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:17 am

I wanted to post this a long time ago, but I forgot XP Sorry :oops:

Demeter-

I watched Ebba as she toyed with the pendant around her neck. I chuckled.

"Don't worry, Ebba," I called to her. She turned to me with a start. "I don't know how mine works either." I pointed to the black diamond hanging from the silken ribbon around my own neck.

Her face reddened the slightest bit. "Oh, I know how it works, I just..." she stopped suddenly, her gaze slowly shifting to the ground. "I...um...I..."

"Don't know how to use it?" I asked again with a smile. She looked at me nervously and I winked. She smiled and stifled a laugh.

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Should we open the storybook for people who want to create some of Kenzel's followers?

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