Casting Call & Invitation

Garras Agudas

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This is an invitation to write to a fantasy entitled "A Sword, a Ring and a Scroll"

A peice locked in no set time period, perhaps not in this world, but one hopefully that will pique your interest and imagination.

PM me if you are interested and with your thoughts as to the character you've chosen and how they will work into the story. I'll reply with how your ideas work and as to wether we can work it into the existing story.

Thank You
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A sword, a ring and a scroll.

Darkness had come to the kingdom. Darkness in the form of death and despair. And with its cold presence it brought the downfall of the bright kingdom and it’s king. Death visited the old and wise king savagely, tearing his still beating heart out and waving it before his dying eyes.

“I will curse your three fair children. Drive all the love and gentleness from them, then turn them on each other and watch them destroy this world and each other.” He promised the kings fading eyes, barely hearing the wizened leaders final words and ignoring the prophesy in them.

“You may curse the living, but not even your power can reach to those not yet born”

And from that day forward, when death walked from the great castles with the children clamoring under his arms, the once great and good kingdom began to crumble. A final hand of death was dealt, striking out at a handsome woman and leaving her fatally wounded, watching her children being carried into the darkness.

In the farthest directions of the compass death spread the children, moving from the east to the cold lands of the west, then to the burning sands of the south before turning and depositing the final twisted yet oh so young child on the north isle. And in front of them all the lands of the east burned, the great castles set ablaze by death as he passed, killing nearly all who tried to fight those fires and adding their bodies to the inferno, making it a funeral pyre of the living and the dead. And those children grew, as beautiful in body as they were ugly in their twisted souls. Left behind to die the woman fought for the lives of two, her own and the one inside her, refusing to let the darkness overtake her and waiting for help to come. Morning came and with the sun of the day a robed man as well, his gray beard and hair in contrast to the youthful step he walked with, his twinkling eyes showing energy and intelligence in them.

“You are Marian and need my help.” He stated simply, gathering the badly wounded woman easily in his arms and carrying her away. His gait never faltering the miles faded beneath his sandaled feet and it seemed that quickly he gently laid her on a simple yet well-made bed in his home. Along the way he had taken the time to study her, admiring the calm beauty of her face, the courage in the way she bore her pain silently, even when the first throes of child birth assaulted her already weakened body. He knew what was about to happen, it was written in the ancient tablets he had studied, and the prophecies were about to come true.

“I will help you birth your son, and then save you if the gods will it as well” He spoke again, gathering rags, water and a solid length of hard oak. And then it began, the birthing of the man child, Marian’s courage once again put to the test, wave after wave of pain washing over her as she pushed with determination, her will the sole driving force that she had left. Long seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours and she refused to weaken until finally with a triumphant cry her child was brought into their world.
“Let me hold him before I die” Her weak words begged the tall, silent man who stooped to give her the precious bundle swathed in rags. His face showed awe and sadness over what he had just witnessed, replaced by a look of determination and resolve.

“Here is your man child” He replied softly, kneeling next to her as she held him to her breast. “Hold him and rest, for you will need all you can steal to care for him in the morn when you wake” His words surprised them both, himself for though a short sentence it was the longest he had spoken in years, her for the sure way he spoke as if he would will her to live.

“Are you that sure I am to live? Are you the giver of life and the taker of it as well?” She asked gently, no malice intended in the questioning words, her gaze drawn to the young man that suckled at her breast already.

“My brother you have already met, he is the taker of life and is called simply…death” He replied solemnly, watching the child feet hungrily and then raising his eyes from her bosom to her eyes as he finished. “I am the keeper of life and will stay by your side as long as you wish me to, tonight and many nights to come as well. As for the giver of life? She was our sister until my brother struck her down…a crime which he has yet to pay for”

The tall mans hand gently stroked the woman’s hair, soothing her and relaxing her as the child finished feeding and cuddled contentedly, both mother and child drifting into a healing sleep. And as they slept the man watched, drawing from a fold in his robes a small emerald bottle that shined in the dim interior…opening it and tilting it carefully over Marion’s lips, watching the honey like liquid drip to her parted lips and into them. And as she swallowed in her sleep he repeated the process, giving the remainder and the lions portion to the young sleeping man, begging his forgiveness…”I cannot let her die, my lord…Forgive me now and then a second time, when you face …HIM”

And as he promised she lived. Lived to see the morning, her wounds healed, her pain gone miraculously, even those from her giving birth to her son…and as her eyes opened she spoke to the figure that knelt the entire night beside her, never sleeping…

“I have woken as you foretold and as I slept I have dreamt of my son and his future and a name for him…I will call him…”

“Avenir” The tall man answered for her, making her eyebrows arch in surprise before she nodded slowly, the word taken from her lips by him. “It means “future” in your homelands language, does it not?”

Marian once again nodded, questions forming in her mind as to who this man was and why he had found her as if it were preplanned. But could it be? She chided herself for being a foolish woman but was determined to find out the whom if not the why…

“Am I healed as well, then?” She asked softly, cuddling the squirming bundle as it wakened and sought instinctively her breast, baring it before the unashamed man beside her. “Will I live to care for my son and see the dreams come true?”

For the first time the man smiled and it seemed to magically remove 20 years from his face as he answered carefully. “Your dreams are predictions of the future as how it might be. Accurate predictions if the goddess fate wills them to be, but she is a fickle goddess at times. I will have a talk with her from time to time and perhaps we can place ourselves on her good side.”

Marian returned the smile, content for the moment as she nursed her son; his future and hers were now in the hands of this man she did not know. Hands she believed were strong and fair but capable of unspeakable acts if provoked and she was determined to see that he was not provoked.

“Then it is as it shall be. I will aid you in any way I can, M’Lord.”


Writers needed for the following characters:

Marian

Female child (the oldest)

Male child (second oldest)

Female child (third oldest)

Avenir (fourth child, male and youngest)

This story has a planned series of events, character development is up to each writer, the Lit’s rules will be encouraged and strictly enforced so don’t ask to join unless you seriously want to add to this and follow my loose guidelines.
 
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Welcome to Lit, Garras

Wow, what an enterance! I was goign to PM you, but Lit has been kinda fightign me with that tonight. Technology hates me for some reason. I must say that this apears to be a great idea to start with. Welcome, welcome, welcome.

You mention that you have some guidelines for your story, perhaps if you let some other people know what you have in mind a bit more you might interest a few more individuals.

Please, PM me, I am interested in what you have laid out here.

~Swash~
 
Thank You Swashbuckler.

The guidelines are simple. To develop the story, the plot and your own character? I know that sounds arrogant but I've read so many stories here begin so well and then become lost in the rush to show who can create the greatest sex scene. And yes I placed this in the sexual role play, knowing and hoping it would have grand amounts of sex in it, but at the correct time and correct portions, yes?

I've cast evil and good, the three older children to be the tools of the greatest evil, the youngest the tool that tries to turn them and if not possible, defeat them? I'd like to keep it as even for each writer as possible, no "one" possessing greater "powers" so to speak then the other, the magic being left to the "stranger" introduced in the opening paragraphs.

I've enjoyed reading your entries into your stories and hope you can appreciate those concerns? And am not afraid to voice them in hopes others share them as well? If it is worth writing, why not try our best to do it well, yes? As each writer develops their own character fully then we can all agree to move the story forward and along an enjoyable course and to an eventual conclusion.

Thank You for your welcome, I am glad to meet you. Hopefully we will be writing together soon?

Garras
 
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We still have room for a male writer and several female as well. The input I've received has been excellent though minimal so I'm making a second "call". This has the makings to be an excellent story all it lacks is a few brave and creative writers.

Are you one of them?;)
 
Stepping up to the plate

....and taking the role of the oldest male sbling...

OOC:

Prince Malakai

Standing to a ful hieght of six feet with long blowing blond hair that drifts in the chill western breeze about his sable cloaked shoulders, beneath the rear edge of his heavy and acid etched helm. He leans forward on mailed arms and thick leather gauntlets as muscles born of cruelty and warfare. Eyes as pale blue as the winter snow fields of the great mountains leering down out of the visage of the helm desgned for terror and authority. Looking down from the battlements over the fires that light the massing for his return to his birthright.

"This will be my last night as an exile. At dawn we march east, to conquer an empire..."
 
OOC:

What a stupendous entry post and introduction. Welcome to the Lit Family Garras. *s
PM to follow ASAP.
 
Thank You Phoenix Prime01 for the compliment and the welcome, I'm still searching for ladies to join the story so please bear with me?

Currently it seems both "sisters" are open yet. Once we have an adequate number of writers I'll send the same "plot" and "timeline" to each and we can let our imaginations and fingers get busy.

Garras
 
OOC:

You're very welcome indeed and the compliments were deserved I assure you new Lit friend. *s

Be sure to let me know about character too please. No hurry take your time GA. *S
 
Character intro

Princess Aryn

She is twenty-three summers old. Regal in appearance, standing nearly five feet ten inches in height. Sparkling blue eyes and dimples adorn each side of her full lips. She is the only blonde in the group, sent during her first years of childhood to the Amazonian Forests. She has no recollection of her past other than being the Queen’s adoptive daughter. Trained for battle and leadership, her heart brews black as coal inside her breast. She is neither kind nor forgiving. She is cunning in her mind and uses her body accordingly to get her means. Even if those means are the vilest of nature. Her ambition drives her, her wants and needs above all others, and she wants more in life and knows she was born to rule with great power over many nations. Her ego she is told is her age, but she knows better than that. Something drives her at night while she sleeps, something taunts her in her dreams, the dark recesses of her mind…


There it is Garras, again thanks :D
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Character casting call.

As of today the following have graciously taken characters as well as shared thier own ideas with this yet to come story.

Swashbuckler.....Prince Malakia, oldest son of the four siblings

Sweetp4u...........Princess Aryn, youngest of the two daughters

Miltone................Avenir, youngest son of the four siblings

HoneyB..............Queen Marian, widowed Queen and Mother

and myself as "death" and "fate"

Morwen....The youngest princess

Considering the talent that has gathered in this story line and the ideas we've shared this should prove to very fun and interesting to read and write.

Thank You all again for your patience and ideas, I'll be creating the thread tonight with the opening used above and another for my characters following afterwards. I then invite all cast to join in and let the fun begin!

NOTE

I've also received an excellent idea from Sweetp regarding additional minor characters and would extend this invitation to anyone who might like to join us, PLEASE PM ME before you "jump" in and tell me of your idea for a character and how it will interact with the existing cast.
 
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Miltone

Your PM box is FULL!;)

Everyone? The story is posted and Morwen has graciously accepted the invitation to join us as the oldest sister. Please welcome her, she will be an excellent writer to work with!

LETS HAVE FUN!
 
ooc

Hello all, this should be fun.


Princess Maeve

The oldest child, and the tallest, some would say she was the proudest too and the most like her father in that way. Severe and commanding even as a child, she often took charger of the younger children, telling them what to do and becoming very cross when they would not do it. She was also very book smart, not caring for sword-play or horse-riding, but spent many hours with her father's astrologers and in his library, learning whatever she could. She has long red hair and green eyes, and a reputation for taking strange lovers, and knowing much of black magic.
 
Hi all...

Was just wondering everyone's ages? Marian is 38, and assuming she was married quite young (as was the custom of the time), the oldest of the "children" can only be approximately 24 with Avenir being 18 if I've figured it correctly by storyline.

That also makes the childrens' ages (at the time of the King's death) at unborn, and one to six years old for the other three.

How does this work for the rest of you?

~M
 
Ok for ages that would mean at the most

Swash's is 23-24

Morwen is 22-23

Aryn 20-21

Avenir 18-19


Correct?



ps- Sorry to be gone so long, the holiday stuff. As soon as I read up I will get to posting :)
 
Sounds good, also that make fate the oldest character in the story, funny how real life resembles fiction sometimes, hmmm?

btw, Happy Bday again Sweetp (and the age referral was directed towards myself only, being so decrepit and over the hill)

Post away it would be nice to see some movement before it fades away seems Swash was right about the holidays and the timing
 
:) Ty again Garras, I posted in there and hope it fits in accurately. The holidays is a hetic time of year but it will keep going :D
 
My compliments

Swash, Sweetp, Maid and Miltone!

Excellent beginings, I can see the plotting develop already and look forward to the "clashes" in the story.

Swash? Be careful for Death will be angry and his attempt at revenge will be swift!

Sweet? Failure to give the correct number of warriors made lead to more lashes, IF she falls in the wrong hands;)

Maid and Miltone? The gray man's announcements will be forthcoming and quite shocking, your characters will know the entire truth when he is done.

Morwen? RL must be holding you away from us, write when you can and we will work with it, PM me if you need your character advanced in a direction to help you

Excellent writing everyone!
 
....Swash? Be careful for Death will be angry and his attempt at revenge
will be swift!



When one plays for everything
Hands must be played close to chest
Spiders must not forget the bird
Yet, Pawns must move the Kings best
All dark whispers must be heard
But you must roll the dice,
If you are to win, everything
 
:eek: mental note Aryn needs body guards....

;) She isn't going to fall into any hands lol
 
The peices move, the game begins, let the best and wisest, surely win.

But as we battle, let us jest as friends, and once done playing, let the battles end.

For in play, as real life, a word mistaken, is a a cruel knife.

I thank you freinds, for joining me, play long and hard, then rest easily.

And with these words, I end this terrible rant of puns, lets go kick ass, and have some fun!;)

Indeed I look forward to doing battle with all, and becoming good friends as we do so.

Thank You and may this New Year bring blessings of health and happiness to you and your families.
 
Change of Writers

There has been several changes in OUR thread.

One: I've made my mind up this thread will continue

Two: I've spoken to a very gracious and new friend and she has graciously accepted to take the vacant role of mother and Queen. She needs no further introduction and I will publically thank her for her kind words and support. HoneyB

Three: LongWalkHome has accepted a smaller part in our thread as well, one I will let him introduce as it was his "child"

Four: My apologies for being so unsure, it was my first attempt at writing at this site and I was trying to be considerate of all. All roles that I introduced have significant meaning to them, each is a peice of string that will hopefully be finely woven into the tapestry.

Again, my heartfelt Thank You:rose: and Welcome:kiss: to HoneyB and a welcome to LongWalkHome
 
*blushing furiously*

How am I ever going to live up to that introduction!! Garras, I will try my best not to let you down.

Folks, I beg your indulgence while I work on my next post. This thread is as complicated as it is beautiful and I want to do it justice. I've already asked Garras lots of stupid questions regarding plotline and the like. Hopefully, I'll be able to get my post up sometime today.

I look forward to working with every one of you.
 
And to clarify HoneyB's claims? NONE of her questions are stupid, rather it shows a concern for detail and the others in the thread. Her concerns show the type of person she is and the high regard she gives others. There is no doubt in my mind we have found an excellent writer in her and that I will learn greatly from her.

Thank You HoneyB and welcome:rose:
 
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