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Shayshay

I have a very good memory:)
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02:33:12 Bau
Bean

BUT soup dumplings have done me dirty-!!!
 Salem
02:33:10 Salem but pink
80HD
Nah, you just remember a lot about me compared to other people
 SunGaze
02:32:48 Sunny, not SunGlaze
Only add angry grumbles.
 Salem
02:32:44 Salem but pink
Sunrise
Fair enough though, you're not wrong there
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02:32:42 Bau
Shayshay

I think you should be more concerned at the fact I know that off the top of my head
 SunGaze
02:32:27 Sunny, not SunGlaze
Poison,
Sounds like my irl brother XD
 Salem
02:32:12 Salem but pink
See, if anything I spell *better* because there's not enough room to make mistakes
 -Sweet-Poison-
02:32:07 Bau
Bean

I haven't came near them with a ten foot pole
 SunGaze
02:31:48 Sunny, not SunGlaze
Cooked Chicken,
Well, I've seen you frustrated for a few minutes and be passive aggressive but yeah I guess you're right...
Darn. I can never win ;-;
This is why I'm not going to law school.

Poison,
Good. Have any jelly beans poisoned you since last time we talked?
 -Sweet-Poison-
02:31:18 Bau
Salem doesn't make errors when angry, there ain't enough words for errors. Angry language consists of "mk" "mh" "sure" and if you're lucky "bye bye"
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02:30:11 Bau
Bean

Okay okay fine fine....
 Salem
02:30:07 Salem but pink
Sunrise
You've never seen me mad lol
If anything I spell better
All the things 80HD lists are from when I was in a good mood </3
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02:29:29 Bau
I just found something.. it's pure comedy gold
It's the ultimate mistake, the godly error
Yet I can't show it
 SunGaze
02:28:55 Sunny, not SunGlaze
Cooked Chicken,
Hmm...
Well, when you're mad you make some spelling mistakes, I'm pretty sure.

Poison,
Stoppp ;-;
 -Sweet-Poison-
02:26:46 Bau
I'm laughing so hard I'm crying help
 Salem
02:26:27 Salem but pink
80HD finds joy in being mean to me </3
 -Sweet-Poison-
02:26:16 Bau
Bean

Because mild mental pain and bullying is my love language

"That makes complete sentence"-Shayshay
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02:26:04 Salem but pink
Sunrise
I don't have autocorrect on my laptop and I've never made any of the mistakes 80HD's listing T^T

Apparently so lol
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Poison,
Why are you being like this 😭

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When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 13, 2024 07:41 PM


Nirvana_Sky

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Plot

Carved into the rugged side of a towering mountain, standing tall against the elements and overlooking a vast, dense forest, is the grand and formidable Castle Amadon. The castle, an imposing structure of stone and steel, is the beating heart of the Amadon Kingdom, a dominion steeped in ancient tradition, immense wealth, and a power that has lasted for centuries. Built by the first monarchs of Amadon, the castle’s towering spires seem to pierce the sky itself, a symbol of the kingdom’s unyielding strength and its rulers' iron-fisted control. From the castle’s great walls, one can see the kingdom’s sprawling lands below—dense forests that stretch for miles, valleys that teem with life, and farmlands that provide the sustenance for Amadon’s rich coffers.

The Amadon Kingdom is one of the most prosperous regions in the known world. Its wealth comes from a variety of sources: trade routes that cross its lands, the fertile soil that produces abundant harvests, and the raw materials mined from the mountainsides. Amadon is also home to a powerful military, bolstered by the allegiance of several smaller kingdoms and neighboring territories, each of which recognizes the might of the Amadon crown. These realms, though autonomous in some aspects, are bound by oath and treaty to swear fealty to the King of Amadon, who in turn provides them with protection and access to the kingdom’s vast resources. While many of these smaller realms retain their own local customs, they understand that it is the strength of Amadon that ensures their continued survival in a world full of shifting alliances and treacherous borders.

The lineage of the Amadon royal family has always been the subject of both reverence and intrigue. For centuries, the bloodline has been considered divine, with many claiming that the family’s strength and authority were gifted by the gods themselves. Some of the oldest and most deeply-rooted legends tell of the first monarch’s mother, a woman shrouded in mystery, who was said to have been a witch, drawing her power from arcane sources. The stories are inconsistent and sometimes contradictory, with some suggesting that she was a mere healer, while others claim she could manipulate the elements or commune with spirits.

Despite these tales, the true nature of the royal bloodline’s origins has never been fully revealed. What is known, however, is that the monarchs of Amadon are said to possess abilities passed down through generations, abilities that may one day be used to restore balance to the world. While there has never been any concrete proof of these powers, rumors persist. In taverns and marketplaces, in the quiet corners of great halls and hidden chambers, people whisper of the royal heirs, each one possibly harboring extraordinary gifts. Some believe the powers to be elemental in nature—control over the earth, water, fire, or air—while others believe the powers are more mystical, an unseen force that can alter the fate of the kingdom and beyond.

However, despite centuries of royal reign, no one has ever truly witnessed such powers in action, if they even exist. The bloodline’s divine nature has become a symbol of both awe and skepticism. The common folk, the nobles, and the other rulers of the surrounding kingdoms all share one thing in common: uncertainty. The heirs to the throne are seen as both symbols of immense potential and terrifying uncertainty, their fates intertwined with the very balance of the world. But whether these powers are real or just a story spun to justify the royal family’s dominance remains a mystery that even the most seasoned historians and court magicians cannot explain.

In recent years, the kingdom has found itself on the edge of turmoil. King (Name), the ruler of Amadon, is growing frail. His once-imposing figure now carries the weight of time, his steps slow and labored, and his voice weak. Though the King still commands respect and maintains control over the realm, there are whispers in the royal court and beyond that his days are numbered. With his health failing, the matter of succession has become a pressing concern.

Traditionally, Amadon’s monarchy has adhered to a strict patrilineal system, with male heirs being the only ones considered for the throne. This system has remained unchallenged for centuries, ensuring that the male descendants of the royal family would inherit the crown upon the death of the king. But in recent years, this tradition has begun to fracture. While the princes are good candidates, their sisters rival them in intellect and strength. And now the King’s failure to name a successor has only served to heighten tensions within the castle and across the kingdom. In the court, factions have already begun to form, each one rallying behind different heirs and pushing for their own preferred successor. The King’s failure to name a successor has only served to heighten tensions within the castle and across the kingdom.

In the court, factions have already begun to form, each one rallying behind different heirs and pushing for their own preferred successor. While the King’s health declines, the royal family’s struggles have become public knowledge. Many nobles and regional leaders have grown increasingly anxious, fearing that the kingdom’s future will be decided not through law or blood, but by war or rebellion.

As the succession crisis deepens, the smaller kingdoms that owe fealty to Amadon begin to stir. Long-standing alliances grow tenuous, and whispers of revolt spread like wildfire. Some of the smaller monarchs, eager to reclaim their independence from Amadon’s grasp, see the looming succession dispute as an opportunity to challenge the kingdom’s power. Other factions within these realms, discontent with the Amadon monarchy’s strict rule, rally behind the idea of independence, hoping to free themselves from what they view as an oppressive overlord.

Rebellions are already beginning to form in the outlying regions, fueled by resentment toward the royal family’s rule. A growing sense of dissatisfaction among the common people, paired with the uncertainty surrounding the King’s death, has created a volatile situation. The royal family must not only contend with internal strife but the growing threat of rebellion.

In a final effort to avert the chaos that looms on the horizon, the King has called upon noble suitors from across his domain. This desperate measure is intended to strengthen the royal bloodline, to secure alliances, and to prevent the kingdom from fracturing. The King has declared that his children—those of the royal family, both male and female—must marry suitors chosen from among the greatest noble families of the kingdom. These unions are meant to secure political ties, ensure loyalty, and unite the fractured factions within the court.

However, the move is not without controversy. The King’s traditionalism demands that male heirs are preferred, but in reality, the royal bloodline is more complicated than the simple rules of succession. The royal children, despite the prevailing system, have their own agendas and ambitions. Whether they will accept the suitors chosen for them or attempt to seize the throne by their own means is yet to be seen.

As the royal court fills with suitors and rival factions, the kingdom holds its breath. The King’s health continues to decline, and with every passing day, the stability of the realm grows ever more uncertain. The question of who will take the throne and what that will mean for Amadon is now the kingdom’s greatest concern, and its future is hanging in the balance.

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Edited at December 13, 2024 08:22 PM by Nirvana_Sky
When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 13, 2024 07:45 PM


Nirvana_Sky

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Rules:

  1. Follow all Sixbears rules

  2. @Don’t Fear the Reaper is the co-host, they have the right to accept and deny any forms. They can control the King (npc) just like me. Them and I will need to be notified for any plots or ideas, as we like to hear thoughts and ideas. We will also control the setting and weather.

  3. This is a semi-small roleplay. Only 2 characters per person! No romanticizing with your own characters and you can’t have two heirs or two suitors or just have your characters being romantically involved or siblings.

  4. 350 plus word requirement and this has to reflect on your appearance and personality!

  5. This roleplay is a medieval and fantasy roleplay.

  6. Activity is needed. Please participate in the discussion, just as much as the roleplay.

  7. Reservations will be 48 hours and that is all.

  8. In other please put your favorite disney movie or character. Character ages will be 18-24

  9. Hate the character, not the player!

  10. No overly sad characters and share the spotlight

  11. Have Fun!

  12. Dont post for another account or an alt account to reserve a spot. If they or yourself want the spot, they have to reserve it themselves and you have to reserve it on the account you will be using!
When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 13, 2024 08:16 PM


Nirvana_Sky

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Starting Day:

Season: Early Spring

Weather: Temperature is 65 degrees fahrenheit, it will reach 71 degrees fahrenheit. The day is cloudy and hazy.

Time of Day: Morning around 9 am

Starting Post:

The heirs are waking up feeling anxious or feelings of anger about their new futures. The suitors will be on their way to Amadon preparing for what could happen. The royal guards and handmaidens will be doing their regular duties, but listening to the rumors and whispers of the common folk and the fellows in the castle. The handmaidens will be taking each suitor to their own rooms and telling them to prepare for the event coming later tonight. The heirs and suitors are supposed to formally meet at the masquerade ball as a welcome to the suitors and to set a neutral place for the heirs and suitors to meet. But rebellious ones will mostly meet before the ball.

Suitor’s arrival time and rather how long they have been traveling

Kalinga

The suitor has been traveling for almost a week due to the rough waters. They will be arriving in ports of Drafte.

Balice

The suitor has been traveling for a day and a half by horseback or horse and carriage. Majority of that time was in the mountains.

Hatilly

The suitor has been traveling for proximity for 3 days by horseback or horse and carriage.

Azule

The suitor has been traveling for roughly 4 or 5 days by horseback or horse and carriage.


Edited at December 13, 2024 08:21 PM by Nirvana_Sky
When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 14, 2024 11:17 AM


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Briar Wyndhaven | 20 | Heir | M: Vada (dir.)

Briar was laying on her silk bed tossing the pages of an ancient book of Amadon’s traditions and customs from back when the beginning of her bloodline had begun. Not much has changed except for the fact, no magic was allowed in the kingdoms. Though she knew it was still a rule for the kingdom and it resulted in treason. Her three siblings and herself were considered criminals in the eyes of Amadon. A very hypocritical law for Amadon to flaunt around to the kingdoms, when they were harboring fugitives. Fugitives that one of them will be taking the throne to rule over all of Eldaron. Her nightgown was wrinkled from her tossing and turning through the night with her barely having a wink of sleep. Her anxiety and anger was relevant due to her father’s decision of proposals: marriage to strengthen the alliances between the other surrounding kingdoms. A political scheme to keep Amadon on top of the other royaling factions, something Briar understood from studying the political schemes of the royal council. But her moral compass loathed it as it barred her from finding actual love in this poisonous realm. She was stuck with two men, a way that disgusted her to her heart. A life that was destined to be bearing more heirs for a throne that should be torched and get rid of. Just to be a legend for centuries after this fatal concept, a ridiculous concept that needs to be hidden away. Briar sometimes would find herself jealous of the common folk, as they only worry about survival. But they get to choose their love stories without making the wrong choice that could disrupt the realm. Though she felt guilty every time, she left her mind wondering that far.

Her racing thoughts were interrupted at the sound of soft knocking for a small female with a tray in her hands to appear. She heard the faint voice of Vada, the handmaiden speak out,

“Princess, I have your breakfast ready. I will set it out for you whenever you feel up to getting up.”

Briar was about to respond with a thank you, but she heard Vada’s footsteps fade away outside of her room with the sound of her door being shut softly. Briar fell backwards on her bed trying to regather her thoughts to be more positive for the rest of the day. A loud screech was heard causing Briar to jolt with a fright. A soft smile displayed on her face, she realized that her falcon Darcius was ready for day flight.

She hurriedly leapt out of bed going to his perch as she gently glided her hand down his nimble body.

“Darcius, you impatient bird..”

Briar opened her window with harsh push watching the majestic falcon jump out the window letting his large wings carry him with ease. She went to her bedroom door, opening it to show that she was awake that anyone could enter as she quickly got dressed into a green dress and put her diadem on her head.

She carefully sat at her table beginning to eat her breakfast listening to the bird sing welcoming the new season of spring arrival to Eldaron. A soft purr was heard as she looked down at the bobcat cub at her feet. Lili, a bobcat cub that Briar found during the late fall outside in Amadon gardens curled up in a ball in a deceased flower bed of lilies. She tossed down a piece of sausage off her plate. Briar waited for anyone else to disturb her morning as she knew it would come eventually. She was avoiding her father who was most likely preparing for the suitors and making sure the ballroom was ready for the ball tonight. Briar for the first time would rather sit in her room all day and avoid everyone. Though she knew it would not turn out to be in her favor this time.

When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 14, 2024 12:01 PM


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Anastasia "Kova" Volkova | M | 22 | Balice Suitor | M: Basille [NPC] (dir.), William [NPC] (dir.), King Sebastian (ind.), The Heirs (ind.).
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Anastasia had never minded his trips to Amadon before. Baalwit had always been a gorgeous place that, although his escorts be unaware, he loved crossing. He'd been before, on routine diplomacy meetings his parents regularly dragged him to and then threw him in a palace by himself, not bothering to monitor him, or tagging along on trips to sell furs, and exchange goods, which his people seemed to find odd due to his rank, but appreciated the help nonetheless. He'd also crossed the mountains to visit smaller towns like Scathe and Razaviv, the former having been both pleasant and unpleasant in ways he didn't like to remember. However, Kildren, his steed, was well-behaved and formally trained, and his main servant, Basille, was good company, when he decided to shut up and not ramble on.
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Anastasia was never good with small talk. He would tell Basille to shut his mouth, but he had no good reasoning, and although he could be annoying, Ana quite liked Basille.
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"What do you presume the heirs will be like, my sir?" Basille inquired, his eyes trained on the distant form of Dunes to the west of them. It would be likely less than half a day before they reached, and yet he felt it had already been an eternity wth his peer's - no, acquaintance was a better word - endless rambling. "Do you presume you'll take a liking to any of them?"
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He gave a cold, short response. "No."
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This was not a lie. He didn't presume he'd like a single one of them.
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"Not one? What of the others? Handmaidens, servants, perhaps the king?"
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"Bas, why do you ask? You have known me for what I can only assume is a lengthy twelve years. By both our understandings, I like no one."
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Basille looked over at him quickly, then glanced back at the small escort behind them, consisting of three of his guards and his secretary, who Anastasia would never admit that he also adored, both with his help on formal documents, which Ana despised, and his company. Basille quickly hushed his voice. "Sire, your mouth!"
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He did not make the effort to quiet himself. "Hush, boy. My words are not treason."
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Basille sighed, but quieted.
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Finally.
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So what if he didn't like the king? As long as he didn't voice it, Anastasia didn't see a problem. He wasn't a rebel, but the thought of that decaying, self-centered man ruling over everything he did was almost worse than thinking of his father in the same position - or even his wretched mother. He wasn't even sure if he trusted the throne in his own hands.
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He looked down at them.
They were shaking.
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Anastasia palmed tufts of Kildren's mane, trying to steady the anxiety welling up in his chest. Basille knew nothing of what he felt. No one did, whether they didn't notice, or simply ignored him. And he'd learned well enough that a blank expression is better that showing vulnerability in a world as ruthless as Eldaron.
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"William," he called on his secretary, his gaze still trained upon the reins and handfuls of soft mane between his rough fingers. The man was at his side in an instant.
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"Could you give me an estimate of how much longer it'll be?"
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William knew him well. Anastasia rarely expressed his annoyance with Basille openly, but Will understood well enough that the prince wanted nothing more than silence at all times. He couldn't help the tiny smirk that tugged at the edges of his lips, but he didn't question, as he never did.
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"I would say we're quite near, my sir."
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Anastasia lifted his head, surprise flickering in his eyes. Well enough, sand was fading into plains, Mount Amadon was looming in the sky, and small dots of the village Vacathia were already in view. How peculiar, he thought, that he'd not notice.
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"Thank you, Will."
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He swallowed down his emotions once more and took a deep breath, preparing to face the kingdom that would determine his entire future.

Edited at December 14, 2024 12:34 PM by Lackadaisy
When Crowns Burn [RP Thread]December 14, 2024 11:42 PM


East MountainClan

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Zira Ela Lucius | F | 20 | Hatilly Suitor | M: Landow[NPC] (dir), Marian[NPC] (dir), King Sebastian (ind), The Heirs (ind)
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Her hands tugged at the folds of her dress, crinkling the silken fabric. Glancing out the carriage window she frowned at the unfamiliar grassland, her first time outside of Hatilly and she was going to Amadon, how ironic she thought. They had set out early as to arrive within the same time as what was expected of the other suitors. Her father had inisisted, much to her displeasure, Zira didn't want to go in the first place. But here she was, seated opposite her father's aid Landow and her personal attendant Marian. The way her stomach twisted with every bump on the carriage made her even less open to conversation, not only was everything new but she felt the pressure of the role she had to play looming over her shoulder like some grand catastrophy.
"My lady, are you alright? You look pale, would some water help" Marian voiced softly from beside her.
Zira glanced at the woman, while she didn't exactly dislike her there was still so much distrust. Her father had picked the attendant rather than letting her choose one herself, so he could keep track of her most likely. She felt the bitter taste on her tongue looking at the woman, so she shook her head and turned back to the window. She cared not for how that made the woman feel, only frowning at the sigh from the man opposite her, a clear sign of his quiet judgement.
The guards that rode outside the carriage seemed content enough, chatting idly as the rode. She envied them, her request to ride her mother's horse had been shot down the second she voiced it. Her father shouting loud enough the servants had trembled, he'd slapped her wrist hard enough she'd almost cried. But that would've only made things worse, Zira rubbed her wrist feeling the lingering ache that throbbed there. At the very least she knew that there would be one familiar face within the palace, her cousin. How long has it been? Zira pondered, a faint smile tugged at her lips, she missed her only friend. Despite the situation surrounding her reason for being there, she was sure he'd be happy to see her, right?
"We should be there within half a day, that will put us just before the ball begins. I assume you know what is expected of you by your father as his child, and as a suitor to the royal heirs" Landow scowled at her from across the carriage, she could feel the weight of the older man;s gaze and wanted nothing more than to turn invisable.
"Yes, I am aware and will do as is expected of me" Zira monotoned back in a small voice, earning another scowl from her father's aid.
"Really, you must learn to speak up child. Otherwise how is anyone to respect you or aknowledge your worth" he grumbled shaking his head.
The man knew full well what she was like, having been one of her father's aids in charge of her schooling from a young age. Yet he always seemed to share her father's distaste for her meakness. Zira frowned at the mention of the heirs, she knew little of them aside from the rumors and things she overheard from emmissaries who'd been to Amadon. It wasn't much and she couldn't be sure of the accuracy of those statements as they were likely bias in certain aspects. She could only hope they were better than her own father at least, perhaps she could befriend at least one. It would certainly help her to keep the peace. Zira knows her father expects her to connect with one and use her for his own political gain, something she abhors. But all she wants is to avoid war, and keep people safe. She might not be able to do much but at the very least she could persuade them to stay in good relations with her home, even if her father was greatly annoyed in the process. Zira knew he would likely avoid going to war even if that meant giving up on gaining more power. He was a greedy man sure, but he wasn't stupid.
"Surely you must favor one of them, I hear the princes are quite eye catching" mussed Marian blissfully.
"How can I do such a thing when I don't even know them?" Zira mumbled degectedly with a frown at the woman.
"You must at least choice one Lady Zira, you are meant to marry one after all" Landow scoulded harshly.
She shied away, turning herself into the corner against the wall of the carriage. Sad blue gaze reflected back at her as she spotted the first signs of the large city the would prelude the palace, her mind racing on what await her within while the two other voices faded into the background.

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