OOC for the Further Adventures of Robin Hood , his merry men, Lady Marion and her mer

[prometheus 2]

OOC: for Robin Hood , his merry men, Lady Marion and her merry maids event

(This thread contains the big Gold RoofTop Seal of Approval)

The following roles have been filled as of today, Dec 2, 2002

Robin Hood: Dillon
Maid Marion: Lady Murasaki
Friar Tuck: Captian B
Isolde, Little Johns sister: Mya
Will Scarlet: afternooner
Alan a Dale: subo 97
Little John: Ariosto

head henchman
for Maid marion, Ronele:gaigirl
lady in waiting, Charlotte: cuervorose
Elizabeth: angel of sex,
sheriff of Nothingham: Steiner
coppicer ( he’ll explain it): whatshisnameuk
Hume Flether, Man- at- Arms zme52
a cameo appearance later (if we’re nice): morgana
Sheriff of Nottingham : Steiner
Prince John : Mystic-Vision
Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe: Airborne 92
Castle Guard, luff:arkontheroof
If any one is interested in joining please pm me prometheus 2 this is the place for your bio and any information you wish to give to your fellow players and to discuss the thread as it progresses I will serve as narrator will keep track of time and events from time to time in the thread. Join if you wish or just enjoy... nooner/ prometheus 2

you are cordually invited to take part in the first ever roof top sanctioned thread
***“The further adventures of Robin Hood, his merry men and equally merry women***.

The cast will include( not necessarily in importance) Robin Hood, Maid Marion, Friar Tuck, Little John, Will Scarlet Allen a Dale assorted bandits, barmaids, scalawags, wenches, ladies ect as many as there are players for.
I would like to throw in a twist of my own, one that could have possibly occurred at that time and place but may have been left out of the history books as often happens in recording historic
events if they are not politically correct at the moment.

Suppose Maid Marion were to have established a band of merry women, being as bright as she was attractive and realizing the fun and excitement she could bring to her otherwise dull life, pinned under the thumb of some self-centered nobleman. Of course there would be other fine lasses who would be more than willing to join her in her endeavors to rob from the rich and give to the poor and at the same time antagonize the hell out of the competition (R.H. and co.) of course there would be a bit of fraternizing with the enemy and good natured competition. (remember the keyword is fun.)

On a serious note I would like to limit posts to two per day max. no min except it would be nice to know, if you want to play, to let the others know of your impending absence and of course your desire to leave the thread completely so that you can be written out, unless of course you wish to do it yourself. in other words don’t leave the rest hanging. An ooc thread is necessary to introduce the cast to describe the players and to discuss the thread without interrupting it. The ooc will be started as soon as I hear from a suitable number of players from my fellow roofers. pm me at Prometheus 2 if you want to join what player you would like to play and after I receive enough replies to begin I will start the ooc where I will include your desired role choices. then it will be up for grabs amoung other literoticans who read the ooc. also I will pm other players I usually write with and invite them.

Another nice thing to do when the thread starts is too describe yourself briefly in your first couple of threads so that the readers can get a visual of your character. or P.M. someone your interacting with to do it for you describing what he or she sees upon meeting you. We may want a map of the area, sherwood forest, the road from Nottingham, the boars inn tavern and maybe a lake or stream for some water play, an abandoned farm house perhaps or a cave. some place for secret meetings to give players some ideas for interaction and to let others know where we are on the stage when they want to interact.

which brings us to the P.M. thing which is very important. Some of us remember the days when we didn’t have it and had to go to e-mail to share the kind of info we didn’t want the reader (or sometimes the rest of the players to know about. What a pain ! Use your P.M. and please answer them.

Lets have fun with this one keeping in mind that if we keep it sort of in the time and place of the (real) Robin Hoods time and place our co writers will better be able to interact and our readers wont get frustrated because we have gone to far away from the Robin Hood theme. I know myself that I have to temper myself as I get sometimes rather silly. the time is around 1200
A.D. so no ak47s gernades airplanes mini skirts or playdough ok. our outlaws are yoemen and yoewomen (archers} their main weapons are bows and arrows short knives clubs ect. their means of transprotation is by foot. no charging steeds or chevy 409’s.

That's it folks have a nice day and remember I’m prometheus 2 until I can figure out otherwise.
how to bring afternooner back.
p.t. for short ok

 

[cuervorose]

Bio for Character

Lady in Waiting to Maid Marion:

Charlotte Lamoureux
20 years old
Straight auburn hair
green eyes
pale skin
Mischievious smile

A distant French relation to Prince John, brought to England to serve Maid Marion. Being fairly bright and clever herself, she soon realizes the good in Marion and the deceitfulness of the Sheriff and the Prince. Quite the tomboy, she's talented with a bow and arrow and always carries at least one dagger beneath her revealing dresses at court. Not quite so innocent as her haughty royal relations would believe....

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Bio for Character

Maid Marion

Daughter of Lord Fitzwalter or Sir Richard at the Lee, a knight who was helped by Robin Hood. She first meets Robin when he ambushes a group of Norman knights.

Ward of the sheriff of Nottingham. Her unwanted suitors include the sheriff, Guy of Gisborne and even Prince John.

Cloistered away in Nottingham, she acted as a spy, passing information to the rogues in Sherwood. But as she became more handy with a sword and bow (and learned the art of picking pockets from Friar Tuck) Marion becomes bored with just helping out. She and her ladies form a band of Merry Maids (or Hench-Wenches as they like to call themselves) and begin to do their own bit of thievery.

Originally exclusively Robin's sweetheart, Marion has begun spreading her wings and flirting with more than danger.

Marion is 22, has long red hair with Boticcelli waves and skin as pale as alabaster, her eyes are a disturbing amber and her mouth is like a beestung bruise, swollen and tempting. She is slim and athletic, unlike the waif-like fashion of the time. When at court she dresses demurely and rides side-saddle, but when out with her band of Merry Maids or hanging out in the Forest with Robin, she prefers rougher peasant clothes or sometimes even men's attire. She can out-shoot, out-drink, out-curse and out-flirt most of the men in Robin's band of merry men.

 

[cgraven]

Thank you but my cup runeth over .

Thank you best of luck in your adventures

 

[captainb]

Friar Tuck

A white monk of the Cistercian order, Tuck originally hailed from Fountains Abbey where he had been assigned to keep watch over Marion of Leaford. Sleight-of-hand was a pleasant diversion for him, which he was only too happy to share with the young lady. Feeling too crowded in the monastery, Tuck bade farewell to Marion and the monks and retreated to a hermit’s life deep in Sherwood Forest, accompanied only by a few hunting dogs.

At thirty-seven years of age, Tuck’s portly figure and jolly demeanor disguise the fact that he is one of the best swordsmen/archers in the land. Three years ago, Robin met him on the bank of a small river. At Robin’s bidding, Tuck agreed to carry the outlaw across the river on his back. Once there, though, he drew his sword and forced Robin to carry him back. A four-hour battle ensued, ending with Robin asking Tuck to join his band of men. Tuck agreed to help keep the outlaws on the path of righteousness (in exchange for ten shillings every Sunday and a new set of garments), and was pleased to have the chance to “trim the fat” from what he perceived as the corrupt leadership of the local church and government.

Tuck’s usual attire (when not leading services) is a plain brown monk's habit with a scarlet belt that stretches forever around his enormous girth. His face is as round as the moon and as rosy as any small child's in the winter sunshine, and his little eyes twinkle from underneath a ring of fuzzy ginger hair that encircles a shaven bald patch.

 

[prometheus 2]

helpfull website

I hope this helps those of you who had questions the links area will lead you into particular areas of interest that include history, dress, food and other interesting places that relate to a very creative time in history and legend; folklore and mysticism.

http://www.geocities.com/puckrobin/rh/

As narrator I will be starting the thread as soon as I feel there are enough bios to give me a sense of where characters are coming from and where they want to go.

btw: those of you who have posted bios .... all I can say is...* WOW *....Just what I had envisioned, however I must humble myself here and from time to time as this thread progressses, realizing that where this thread goes and what it becomes depends on not just my direction as a narrator but on each and every writer who contributes.

'nuff said time to move on!

 

[Steiner]

Sherrif of Nottingham

Name: Robert de Rainault
Age: 37

Appearance: Lord Robert de Rainault, High Sherrif of Nottingham, is a tall man, with long brown hair starting to show hints of grey. He keeps himself in fair condition and is still considered one of the finest swords in the castle. Like most Norman's he is a lousy bow shot - but he has some skilled mercenary crossbowmen to make up the loss.

Demeanour: Lord Robert is not a brave or a foolhardy man. He is an expert tactician, and both cunning and shrewd, but he has a tendency to be taken in by idle flattery, which he sees as only his just tribute. In truth Lord Robert is a skilled steward as well, after all he has yet to be replaced, even after all the tax money that the two competing bands of outlaws have liberated. Even if he usually comes off the worst in his encounters with Robin and Company, even they have to admit that he has had the last laugh on a couple of occaisions. His regime is the wrong side of brutal - he chokes the peasants out of as much tax as he can, sending the king only his due tithe and pocketing the rest.



For illustration go and watch Robin Hood: Prince of Theives (I know! I know!) ignore Costner and concentrate on the TRUE star of that film. There IS a God, and his name is Alan Rickman!

 

[airborne92]

Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe

Age: 30
5'10'' tall
185 lbs
Flaxen hair
blue eyes
well tanned skin, from the Crusades

Sir Wilfred is the best Saxon knight in the realm. He is a staunch supporter of King Richard the Lionheart. Sir Wilfred was disowned by his father for going with King Richard on the crusades. He escapes a Moorish prison after being catured near Jerusalem with Brian de Bois-Guilbert. While in prison, de Bois-Guilbert, a Templar knight, betrays and abandons Ivanhoe. He arrives home in England ahead of King Richard. Disguised as a pilgrim returning from the Holy Land. He intends to see his beloved Lady Rowena, reclaim his birthright from his father, and avenge the betrayal by de Bois-Guilbert. His skill as a warrior is unmatched by any Norman or Saxon knight. His armor and weapons were paid for with a loan from the jewish woman Rebecca. His shield bears the inscription 'Exheres', meaning disinherited. He is wandering around near the town of Nottingham, getting a feel for the happenings in the Kingdom.

 

[Subo97]

Alan A Dale

Age: 33
medium build, brown hair, hazel eyes, Alan sports a pointed goatee


Alan is a troubadour of professional distiction and personal disrepute. Having to flee Londinium because of various indiscretions with ladies above his station, Alan finds himself in the area of Nottingham. In order to protect himself on the road, Alan has become adept with weapons, particularly the knife. He usually plies his trade in taverns, exchanging his entertainment skills for food, lodging and the attention of local wenches. Besides singing and playing the lute, Alan can also regale his audiences with knife throwing and a bit off illusion, flashes of light and puffs of smoke being the staple. His talents enable him to entertain at the occassional feast in the Sheriffs court where he can do a bit of spying and message passing between the two rival but consorting rebel bands. When not entertaining Sir Guy and the Sheriff, or seducing wenches at the local tavern, he can be found in the camp of Robin Hood and his Merry Men, drinking, carousing and otherwise reducing his reputation:

There was a young lady from Kent
who flirted wherever she went
but I gave her no rest
and kissed her full breast
and into my bed the lass went

He may have been no Chaucer but he was more fun

 

[Dillon]

Robin Hood

28 yrs old
5'10" in height
Dark hair kept medium short
Dark eyes / Athletic build

Robin Hood, has, as we all know no peer save the Sheriff with a bow. He posseses skill with a short blade and rapier. For the most part he keeps his face cleanly shaven, though he will let it go from time to time. Perhaps one of his greatest qualites is his ability to inspire loyalty and to quietly lead. His taste in women is fairly right down the line Maid Marion, athletic for the time, smart, witty and cunning. The worldly woman can intimidate him though. As of late he has been sensing a new presence in his forest, though what that presence is he hasn't seen yet. Nothing pleases Robin more than duping the Prince and especially the Sheriff, which have caused him to also become a master at diguise.

 

[Dillon]

Oops!! See what medication will do to you, ok the sheriff isn't a bow man...could Robin have taught Maid Marion too well??

 

[Mystic_Visions]

OOC- This character will be a departure for me, for I will try to bring him to life as a scheming, viscious S.O.B. which (and you will have to trust me here) is completely different from who I truly am. Hope I can pull it off, and have alot of fun here. Looking foward to getting this show on the road. MV

Prince John Lackland, the Man who would be King

Age 26
5'8" in height
Dark Brown hair/ grey eyes
Average build

The favorite child of King Henry II, he had the unfortunate circumstance of being the fourth child, which meant that he was landless, all inheritances having already gone to his elder siblings. The earned him the nickname of 'Lackland'. After his birth, his parents drifted apart and he spent much of his youth at the home of his eldest brother, Henry, learning the art of knighthood, leaving him failry adept with a longsword. John has been given various lands by his brother, King Richard, in an attempt to appease his appetite for power, including the county of Nottinghamshire. As Richard is away on his Crusade at this time, John is soon to attempt a coup and try to seize the throne of England as his own.

Prince John desires one thing only, power. He has a sadistic steak in him, and is wary of who he takes into his confidence. He is untrusting of Lord Robert, the Sheriff of Nottingham, but still turns a blind eye to the Sheriff's extortion of the peasantry, so long as he gets his due as well. Recently, John has learned of the bandit activity in and around the area of the Sherwood Forest. He has taken residence in Newark Castle, on the River Trent, so that he may keep a closer eye on the activities in the forests to the west, as well as the Lord de Rainault.

He desires the head of this Robin the Hood, and is troubled by the rumors that the fair Lady Marion is involved in these incidents as well, though he takes secret pleasure at the thought of 'interrogating' her personally on this matter.

 

[Steiner]

Welcome to Team Evil, your Highness.... I mean, your MAJESTY...

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Why thank you Lord Rainault, we shall have to do a little planning I think in the near future. I want these boys an' the Hood gone from my lands. As for these rumors of bandit wenches, we will have to 'interrogate' them thoroughly when they are apprehended, if you know what I mean...*evil laughter*

 

[Steiner]

If you manage to capture one of them, I'm sure you'll find that the dungeons of Nottingham Castle are as well appointed as ever.

There are a number of devices from the continent that I am assured should prove remarkably efficacious in breaking even the most strong willed...

 

[LadyMurasaki]

dungeons????? *perk*

ooooh did somebody say dungeons, and interrogate.....
So nice to have you two nasties wanting to rip my bodice and *erm* chastise me a little.......

Maid Marion
aka
LM

 

[Mystic_Visions]

Be careful my dear Marion, you shall find my games none to pleasant, especially if you anger me...

And I am sure the good Sheriff can pull a few tricks out of his sleeve as well.

John
Lord of Ireland
Earl of Glouchester
and most importantly,
your soon to be King
*evil laugh*

 

[Steiner]

Poor shy and demure Marion... I wonder what kind of incitement would reveal the true you from beneath that shell of respectability?

 

[gaigirl]

Brief Bio

I am Maid Marion's head hench-wench, Ronele. That is Elenor backwards. My mother heard rumours of a tryst my father was reported to have had, whose name was said to be Elenor. My name was mother's message to my father that she had not been amused by the stories. He responded by taking me for his own long before I could understand, and my mother sold me into servitude to thrust me out of my father's filthy reach.

Beyond a name, I have a slight history. I was the handmaiden sent with Marion when she became a ward of the sheriff. I know Marion as a family member, and love her like a sister. I do not feel the same about the Sheriff. Once, when I had been swimming with Marion in the river, we had accidentally been separated. The sheriff was out in the woods that day, spying on us through the brush. Since that day, I have never turned my back on the sheriff, and I'm not about to start now.

I've been with Marion through thick and thin. (I'm thick, she's thin.) I know her better than she knows herself. I don't always approve of her antics. Ten years her senior, I'm too old for her energy level. I often caution Marion to slow down and retreat from the edges of the various cliffs she hovers over, but she rarely listens to me, so I go along with her just to keep my eye on her.

Once Marion was of the age to discard her handmaiden, I set out to make an independant living, within proximity of my dear Marion. Through a set of fortuitous circumstances, I 'acquired' a small establishment which I renamed the Bear Breath Inn. (After Steiner's AV)

The Bear Breath features a limited menu, a wider selection of libation, and a few sparsely decorated rooms for weary travelers. I run the Inn myself, but I have a few trusted employees upon whom I can rely during my sporadic absences, thus am somewhat free to come and go as I please.

When I am at the Inn, you are most likely to find me behind the bar, pumping ale, serving meals, and listening to the stories of the wayfarers who pass through. I've been known to make a few stories of my own with the 'guests'. I am usually a last resort for them, due to my age and my faded appearance, but I'm not so old as not to remember how to play the game when I have the desire. I am a careful chooser, and when I see one I want, I usually manage to snare him with my charms.

Beauty, you see, is in the eye of the beholder. I am one of those women whose beauty and wisdom sneak up on a man. I am much taller than Marion, and strong. I was always the one that had to help hoist her over the walls. My large bone structure makes me appear less shapely than Marion, because I don't dress to flaunt my assets.

I don't have red hair anymore, (only because most of the other women in the thread do!) but I used to. Now my hair is the color of a patina-coated copper, streaked with white, worn swept off my neck in a twist.

The curves of my youth have softened into a comfortable roundness, but don't let the aprons I wear in the kitchen and behind the bar fool you into thinking that I don't have what it takes to offer comfort in other rooms. People come to me for comfort. I listen well, and I keep secrets. I have been known to offer assistance to those who would not want their 'truths' known, and the community knows me as a solid, good hearted woman who would go to any length to protect and defend Marion.

Marion's friends are my friends. Her enemies, or those who mean to harm her are my empassioned foes. Marion doesn't really need my protection, nor does she ask for it, but watching out for her is the only way I have of telling her what she means to me. She knows that, which is why she puts up with my occasional motherly smothering.

 

[prometheus 2]

Narrator


I’m posting this in the ooc thread to give everybody an idea of the physical area and arenas of play available in our tale which I hope we can start next week. I hope you folks have a lot of patience but I want to make sure we have everything in prospective before we begin. It's possible because of the Thanksgiving holiday it might even be later. hang in there and those of you who are still hiding in the woods come on out and do your bios yes that includes me too hopefully today.

I will be doing an intro at the beginning of the thread that will include the following details with a few embellishments this however its the basic structure.

Think map....in the center is Sherwood forest with the main highway running vertically along the bottom edge. To the left is Nottinham where some of the role playing will take place and to the right the Bear Breath tavern... Gaigirls contribution.... this tavern will be the equivalent to the Blue Boar in most Robin Hood stories. The distance between is about half days travel so if you left Nottingham in the morning you would arrive at the Bears Breath just before nightfall it’s a good place to lay over if your traveling further and there are rooms upstairs to accommodate guests, it’s also a place to go to tip a few pints of ale or get a bite to eat and of course to meet other players . Back to the forest the main area of play (maybe) we’ll see how it goes. On one side the girls live and on the other side the men, in between is a river that flows into a mill pond an abandoned water powered grist mill stands idle along side a equally abandoned cottage, outbuildings, a barn with a loft and perhaps a woodshed It s a place for travelers to stay if they have no money for the inn and maybe for lovers to meet in secret or others hiding out from the law. ect. The stream comes from the mountains in the far north and a spring provides fresh water for drinking and washing clothes. the pond warmed by the sun is a place to bathe and frolic in the midsummer which is the time of the year our story takes place. That about sums up my idea of a playing area if anyone has additional ideas pm me don't be afraid to express your opinions... please... we want everyone to have fun here. Perhaps a bridge across the stream with enough room for only one person to use at a time? a sunlit meadow in the midst of the forest. ?
Hope this suits you. Any readers that want to jump in anytime feel free just pm me first so I can include you in the cast, maybe you just want to drop into the Bears Breath for a drink., Stay as long as you like as long as you don't try to manipulate the other players or disturb the story line.

thanks for your patience and wonderful response

nooner

 

[gaigirl]

OOC

Narrator
... maybe you just want to drop into the Bear Breath for a drink. Stay as long as you like as long as you don't try to manipulate the other players or disturb the story line.

nooner

OOC-
Dear weary travelers, townsfolk, and merrymakers--

Do drop into the Bear Breath Inn, but please know that this weekend Ronele will be out of town, and won't be able to provide the high level of service she likes to see her guests receive. Fake it until I get back, and the next ale will be on the house!

gaigirl

 

[ozme52]

Bio

Hume Fletcher, Man-at-arms

Age 40
5'11" in height
Dark Brown hair/ brown eyes
Neatly trimmed beard, "bowl cut" hair.
Stocky build

Just a man-at-arms currently employed by the good Sheriff.
Elder brother to Tuck, though we parted ways years ago.
30 years with a sword in my hand have made me an efficient swordsman. I am also adept with pike, bill and halberd. I am fortunate to be well armored. I have a mail shirt and coif, stout leather leggings, and a set of greaves that I gleaned from the battlefield. I typically wear a spangenhelm with a long nasal. I often carry a kite, but prefer the knight's heater, though it is frowned on by my lord.

Father, was deeply disappointed that neither Tuck nor I followed in his trade, but taught me to handle a longbow, which, as a good Englishman, in obedience to the law of the land, I practice daily.

I do my duty, but look the other way when I can. Though we haven't spoken in years (I doubt he would even recognize me after all this time,) I love my younger brother.

I had a daughter, but she was been lost to me over 18 years ago during a Viking raid. I know not if she is alive or dead. Her mother died that dreadful day.

 

[prometheus 2]

Will Scarlet
24
Ringlets of auburn hair curling down around his shoulders
a well trimmed mustache curled up at the ends
Twinkling blue eyes
Thin, but well muscled body

Alas, Will scarlet is left handed and because of the way he carries his sword and the way he thinks (from the right side of his brain), finds himself always fighting on the wrong side.

For this reason he has been exiled to Sherwood forest along with his cousin Robin. It is here that he finds his true vocation for he has long slender nimble fingers and provides a valuable service to the band by carving out the finest long bows and straight accurate arrows. He also is an accomplished seemster and mends and fashions their clothes. His own dress is fastidious and he wears bright red as opposed to his fellow outlaws Lincoln green.
A bit of a dandy, he is courteous and gallant with the women whether they be ladies of royalty or common tavern wenches.

His trademark is a red silk rose that he has fashioned and presents to the lady he desires to court.

 

[cgraven]

A lass dear friends my Lit plate over runeth and wit deep regrets I must bid you a due.

prometheus 2 I thank you for your most kind and generous invitation to join this merry little band, but is better that I leave now rather than after the thread starts.

I wish you all well and will follow your naughty adventures wit interest as Robin’s merry men and Marion’s Merry women interact.

I shall edit out my "Little John post so the writer will have a free hand. Again prometheus 2 thank you.

C G

 

[Subo97]

alan A Dale

The Bear's Breath Inn sound like a delightful place for Alan to strum a few tunes and woo a few wenches. I think I'll hang out there till Prometheus starts the thread. It actually sounds like a good spot for a minstrel to start