forum Royalty Roleplay (OPEN)

Started July 18, 2018 by @Fraust

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Damian felt something hit his back. "What the-?" He retched back and pulled the dagger out of his (Shoulder?) "Yep that hurt." He winced at the pain and looked at the dagger. It looked expensive. Well, it his now. "We need to patch these up or they'll get infected."

The Prince was assualted by a sharp pain and he stumbled forward, gasping, “Ack!” He clutched his shoulder. The pain was incredible. Blood was already dripping down his arm. The dagger hit right in between Edwin’s joints, “Maxwell!” He called. The attacker was here.

Damian threw Edwin over his good shoulder and took him inside. "I need to clean it and stop the bleeding so take off your shirt." It sounded weird but it was for the best.

Maxwell lept from the brushes and tackled Lexi. “How dare you harm my prince, you filthy murder!” He shouted.

Edwin couldn’t move his one arm since the dagger was lodged into his shoulder. He attempted to remove his shirt with his free hand, but it only came off half way since the dagger pinned it on his shoulder and he couldn’t get it off over his head. The prince swallowed a whelp of pain as he tried tugging at it.

Maxwell looked at Damian. “Get yourself and the prince as far away from this place as you can!”
(I think it would be funny if Damian dragged Edwin off aways and just decided to watch Lexi and Maxwell duke it out, but we don’t have to do that)

Lexi stabbed Maxwell before she ran off and disappeared.

( I'm feeling stabby
and also
it would be a shame, if she accidently crashed into
the commander of the army
but we wouldn't want that,
would we?)

(Gah! How is Maxwell going to catch Lexi now? Seriously, I’m asking.)

(Just chase after and tackle her, then put hand cuffs on her)

( I'm feeling stabby
and also
it would be a shame, if she accidently crashed into
the commander of the army
but we wouldn't want that,
would we?)

I confuzzeled. Is the commander of the army Maxwell or a different person?

(Ahh… I’m caught up to speed now)
Maxwell snarled in pain, but he knew the best decision was to get to the prince and protect him. He went after Damian and Prince Edwin.

The commander was having a lovely day today, and strolling though the city was wonderful during sunset. That is, until he ran into a person equipped with daggers. His military tripaining gave him good reflexes, and he handcuffed the woman quickly, “No one is armed to the teeth as you are. And the princess was just attacked. Your trial will be waiting.” The commander shouted to his men to bring her to the dungeons to await a trial.

"This is going to hurt." He warned Edwin, as he pulled the knife out slowly trying not to cause more damage. After it was out he quickly laid Edwin on his stomach so it was easier to put pressure on the wound. "Thankfully it wasn't to deep." It took a while for the bleed to slow down, but when it did Damian went right into action. He cleaned a needle from his sewing kit. Taking some alcohol he put some on a clothe and cleaned the wound before starting to sew it up. "Sorry, again." The needle went through his skin easily and be grabbed a towel. "Put this in your mouth to bit on."

Edwin bit down, but when the stinging of the alcohol went into the wound, he had to push his face against the cool surface of the table to keep from screaming out in pain. Edwin howled in pain into the towel as the needle shown through his skin. It was a repetitive pain that he couldn’t get used to. Edwin clamped his eyes shut and arched his back slightly as Damian pushed and pulled at the needle. Edwin’s other hand was gripping the table, chipping his nails he held it so hard. The prince moaned in pain.

"You need to try and hold still." He was making this very difficult. Blood was dripping on the ground from his own wound, and if he didn't hurry, he was going to pass out from blood loss. "There done." He tied a knot at the end to keep. Now somehow he had to work on his own. "You shouldn't move to much or the stitching will come loose and the wound will open again."

Edwin certainly obliged, and he even kept his face pressed against he table. He only moved his mouth, “I’m making you a d-mn filthy noble. That will be my first decree.”

"Eh, Why?" He asked while taking his shirt off. His wound was as deep, he did need to stop the bleeding though. He took the towel with alcohol on it put it to his shoulder and leaned hard against the wall. It was doing to things at once, stopping the bleeding and cleaning it.

“‘Cause you just stitched my wound. And I can do make any a noble once I marry Savannah. And I like venison,” Edwin said roughly against the table. He didn’t even care that he wasn’t speaking like a prince.

Damian laughed so hard he almost fell over. "I like this character of yours better." Once he was done he took a wrap and patched up the wound on his shoulder. "I have many hidden talents, I just don't get to show them often because for some reason almost everyone in this run down town hates me." Still he had no idea why. "I don't think people would appreciate you making me a noble."

"Lovely… I'm alone." Savannah sat up, swaying slightly. She moved her leg and winced a bit as pain shot through it. So that's not gonna work for a little while, hmm? Where is everyone, anyways? Did Edwin ever get back to the castle? Savannah looked around as though expecting to see someone.