forum King's Quest//Interactive Rp Now closed 4/4

Started December 21, 2019 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Our story begins in a land infected with plague. Some seem to be naturally immune to it. In the early days of the plague, these people were burned at the stake under the suspicion of being witches. Years after that, the new king, who was also immune, decreed that these people be researched on and a cure found. A grand prize was also to be awarded to the first one who developed the cure. Years after his decree, and the cure still hasn't been found. The kings was losing hope as his queen was about to have their third child and she was growing sicker by the day. He sent out messengers to see the best of the best and he came back with four names, or at least four descriptions. A young lady who comes from the woods and manages to charm the market vendors I to giving her food and supplies at no cost, an apprentice who has been apprenticing in something new each month, a young artist who is seen a young god for surviving a fall off a cliff, and a skilled thief, who manages to charm his way out of trouble. The king send out knights to retrieve this four but they come back empty handed. So he tries something else. Tying notes to the feet of Ravens, he sends them to find the four. The ravens have just found you.

'Under the royal summons of the king, you are nearby summoned to the Palace for a chance for fame and fortune. You along with three others are to go on a quest and find the ancient cave of Akharawti and find the wise man living there to ask for the cure. Do you accept?'

(This is an individual choice. When that happens, all four of you will be able to make a choice. Each of your choices make a difference. In group choices, you may agree on one as a group, or have one person choose for the rest)

'Under the royal summons of the king, you are nearby summoned to the Palace for a chance for fame and fortune. You along with three others are to go on a quest and find the ancient cave of Akharawti and find the wise man living there to ask for the cure. Do you accept?'

Lady Elspeth carefully reads over the letter, tracing the inky script with her fingertips. It could be a trick, designed to land her back in the clutches of her captors, but it could also be a chance to free herself from the clawing terror that taints her heart. She sighs and rubs her hand across her face, the weight of exhaustion resting heavy on her shoulders. “I don’t have a choice,” she murmurs, and climbs to her feet. Tugging a quill and a scrap of parchment from her bags, she writes:

‘The Palace may expect one Lady Elspeth Beaumont to arrive shortly.’

She ties the message to the bird’s talon and watches as it soars away on powerful wings.

'Under the royal summons of the king, you are nearby summoned to the Palace for a chance for fame and fortune. You along with three others are to go on a quest and find the ancient cave of Akharawti and find the wise man living there to ask for the cure. Do you accept?'
Obviously, Rowan is going to accept. He's read and reread the letter at least 10 times before coming to this conclusion, but once he's reached it, it is, indeed, quite obvious.
Rowan doesn't own any stationary, and really isn't keen on obtaining it, and so he simply scrawls the words "of course" on the back of the letter, calls the bird over, and sends it off on its merry way.

'Under the royal summons of the king, you are nearby summoned to the Palace for a chance for fame and fortune. You along with three others are to go on a quest and find the ancient cave of Akharawti and find the wise man living there to ask for the cure. Do you accept?'

Jack glances absentmindedly at the raven as it comes in. He’s currently painting a fairly decent portrait of his cat, Aspen. Aspen tries to get at the raven, which is when Jack notices the letter in its talons. “Aspen, stop it!” he calls, grabbing the calico around her midriff as the raven squawks and begins to take flight. “No, no, no! Shit!”

He sets Aspen down on the floor as the raven begins to fly out his window. “Stay put!” he instructs quickly, running out the door to see the raven, which has stalled its flight now that the cat isn’t batting at it. He hurries over to it, but the raven is just out of reach, so he digs in his pocket for something shiny. He holds out a ring that he made last month, which gleams in the sunlight. The raven just looks at it. Maybe it’s crows who love shiny things…

By some miracle, the raven flies into his hand and Jack unties the sting holding the note. He reads it, but quickly realizes that he left his quill and ink inside. After muttering a string of curses, Jack decides to just ask his neighbor for a quill. Thankfully, she lets him use one to quickly scrawl the words, ’I accept -Jack Kinsley’ on the back of the letter. Not exactly eloquent, but at least the king knows that he is coming. He sends off the bird and goes to prepare.

Three ravens make their way back to the palace. Screeching to each other, one could only guess what they were talking about. The king received the birds and smiled happily as the notes brought good news. He awaited the response of the fourth as he wrote a new note to the three who accepted.

'Thank you for you acceptance. I will have a group if guards meet you in the market place by the bakery. They will be dressed as commoners but will recognise you so long as you have a ravens feather on display in your hair. Please bring minimal supplies as you will recieve the rest at the palace.'

'Thank you for you acceptance. I will have a group if guards meet you in the market place by the bakery. They will be dressed as commoners but will recognise you so long as you have a ravens feather on display in your hair. Please bring minimal supplies as you will recieve the rest at the palace.'

Lady Elspeth was waiting anxiously when the second letter arrived, and she quickly unrolled the note to get to its contents. She looked up at the raven and winced. “Sorry, friend.” The bird squawked as she pulled a shiny feather from its tail, hopping away indignantly. Lady Elspeth braided her hair with nimble fingers and tucked the feather into the plait, the inky black standing out against her bright blonde hair. Climbing to her feet and tightening the strap of her bag, the lady steeled her nerves. It was time to head into town.

’Thank you for you acceptance. I will have a group if guards meet you in the market place by the bakery. They will be dressed as commoners but will recognise you so long as you have a ravens feather on display in your hair. Please bring minimal supplies as you will recieve the rest at the palace.'

Jack read the new note (luckily Aspen was now asleep). He frowned and plucked a feather from the bird as quickly as he could, wincing when the bird squawked indignantly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, sticking the feather in his hair. He glanced in his mirror. It was almost hidden in his mess of chocolate brown curls, but could be seen if looked at from his right side. He walked into town with his pack on his shoulder, looking around for the guards.

'Under the royal summons of the king, you are nearby summoned to the Palace for a chance for fame and fortune. You along with three others are to go on a quest and find the ancient cave of Akharawti and find the wise man living there to ask for the cure. Do you accept?'

Hadley sat, sketching a face with a stick of charcoal. His eyes wandered toward his abandoned paints and he let out a soft melancholy sigh. After the incident with the cliff he shoved all his supplies into the corner and hadn't touched it since. He never wanted to get back into the mental place he was back then, he went back to his sketch when he heard a strange tapping at his window, he opened to have a bird fly in through it and land on his desk. He read the paper attached to the bird and thought what it said over for a good hour of thinking before finally pulling out a quill and a peice of paper. What do I honestly have to lose he thought, writing I accept the quest -Hadley Obrien he then tied it to the bird and sent it off, hoping the bird would find its way to the palace.

(Side note, some of these will have choices present for you so you would have to choose them. I welcome actually having full answers but simply typing yes or no or choosing the preset answers will also work)

Upon receiving the fourth letter of acceptance, the king was ecstatic and sent the same letter to the artist. He called his guards and instructed them to wear commoners clothing and bring the four back. His eldest son, the Prince Mansel, heir to the throne and horse tamer, came inside the throne room with a message. The queen was getting worse.

'Thank you for you acceptance. I will have a group if guards meet you in the market place by the bakery. They will be dressed as commoners but will recognise you so long as you have a ravens feather on display in your hair. Please bring minimal supplies as you will recieve the rest at the palace.'
Rowan quickly scans the letter, and looks around for a feather. He used to have a collection, but they seem to have gone missing. "Right, sorry about this, bird," he says genuinely, plucking a feather off of the raven.
Rowan has had a lot of practise with putting feathers in his hair, and has the feather secured in no time at all. He glances around out his window before exiting his house and heading for the marketplace, catching jewelry off of people's wrists as he goes. "One can never be too prompt," he mutters to himself as he leans against a market stall and snags coins from passersby.

Hadley read through the letter and grabbed a feather that had fallen off the raven when it flew through his window, he half hazardly placed the feather behind his ear to hold it in place. He decided against bringing many items, just a knife, a pouch of coins, and his sketchbook with a piece of charcoal. Just because he had stopped painting didn't mean he could keep himself completely away from art, with that he left and made way towards the market.

Lady Elspeth entered the marketplace and scanned the area, her cool gray eyes taking in every hint of movement. Even clad in heavy leather boots, her steps were near-silent as she made her way towards the bakery.

A few guards, two of them grumbling, casually got off their horses and walked to the bakers. When the cook realized they were heading to the market. They had given them a list of things to purchase and so a group of three had gone to grab meats and vegetables while the other three went to the bakery to get some bread and wait for the four.

Jack walked into the bakery, looking around. He tried not to look like an idiot, but he still ended up looking a bit nervous as he tried to figure out where the guards were. It wasn’t as if he had much practice.

A bell above the door jingled as Elspeth pushed the door open, and she flinched. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and entered the bakery. She noticed a dark-haired young man with a feather in his hair, looking around the bakery with a slight bit of confusion.

The one guard smiled and walked to Lady Elspeth and the other towards Jack. "Wonderful day. May I ask what kind of feather is in your hair fair Lady?" The guards smiled, hair falling into his face. The other guard however tugged the feather out of Jack's hair and felt it before smelling it. "Ravens feather I presume?"

Rowan quickly tired of picking pockets, and strolled into the nearby bakery, inhaling the smell of freshly baked bread. He genuinely did love this particular bakery; the family who owned it was nice, and he could always get bread from them for cheaper than the original price. Lost in thought, Rowan stared at the ceiling and fixed the raven's feather behind his ear.

Jack watched him with uncertainty, despite being nearly sure that the man was a guard. “You presume correctly,” he replied, running a hand through his hair.

Lady Elspeth allowed a small smile on her lips. “Raven,” she said softly. “Wonderful day indeed, sir..?” She fiddled with a lock of her hair and glanced back at the other man.

"My name is not importent Lady but I think you have more importent matters. There is a horse outside that leads straight to the palace." He smiled and walked outside without another word. The other guard jerked a thumb outside. "Theres a horse waiting outside, come quick or I'll leave without you." He said, and walked outside. Yet another guard came up to Rowan and tapped his shoulder. "Um excuse me but is that a Ravens feather? If so theres a horse outside for you." She said, going slightly red

Rowan all but twirled around. Once his brain had processed what the girl had said, he smiled at her, eyes twinkling. "This is, in fact, a raven's feather, I'm so glad you noticed," he nodded to the guard and brightly stepped outside, looking for the horse, which he quickly found, as there weren't a great many horses on the crowded street.

“I understand, sir,” she said with a curtesy. Lady Elspeth followed the guard outside the bakery door. Once outside, she saw a beautiful black mare impatiently tossing its head. Elspeth couldn’t resist a little gasp. “She’s gorgeous..”

Jack nodded and hurried outside. As he did, he scanned the rest of the store. He guessed that the blonde young woman and the boy about his age were both there for the same thing he was. Interesting. Jack wasn’t typically an observant person, but he was curious about the others. Jack glanced around, finding the horses, and instantly grinned when he saw a chestnut stallion. Thankfully, he’d been apprenticed to a stable master at one point, so he could ride a horse passably.

As Hadley got to the bakery he noticed very beautiful, well groomed horses outside.

(I'm sorry, I find jack kinda hilarious. It's like. 'Oh no, how will we ever start a fire with only grass' and jack will be like 'not to worry citizen, I was once apprenticed with a man who only used grass to start fires' XD)

Another female guard, this one arguing with the store keeper about the price if meat filled bread, frowned and turned around after paying for a far too expensive bread. She spotted hadley and grabbed his shoulder. "Ravens feather?"