Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20151221012945/@comment-25975584-20151230021949

Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: Auraestus wrote: Foreward! After sort-of-but-sort-of-not forcing Halden to adopt his twin daughter and son born of the daughter of Brutus(Deximus feels very strongly on this sort of thing, as you probably would expect), Deximus began a trade agreement with Umbar and the Tauredain, which helped the jungle people to further recuperate from their previous low point. However, the attacks of the Dovahzul grow more frequent every year.

A child is born in a little farming village, who is to play a greater role in Atmoran history than many an Emperor...

(That right there is the set up for a new RP I've been stewing...) Halden is panicking now, he doesn't even know how long ago it was, or her last name for the matter. He thinks he was extremely drunk at the time, and expects to be killed as soon as he steps foot in Atmora... He is told he will go unpunished by a servant of the Emperor at the gates, as long as he legitimately brings the woman and children into his family and the kids' grandfather is willing to forgive him. If he fails on either, they will kill him in the "traditional manner". When he asks what that is, he is informed that he will be stripped naked, branded with iron shaped into the word "relictouno", put into a set of stocks, and then beaten to death with clubs in the middle of the arena before the gladiators fight that day. If he only fails the second charge, he will simply be branded.

He is escorted to the home of the nobleman by ten tough looking men. He is brought to the man. What does he do? Bargain, flatter, or grovel? He bows, and presents four chests of silver, before promptly asking where the children, and their mother are... "Albina! Bring your children."

A woman enters shortly after, carrying two infants looking about nine months old. "Two? No matter, they're mine, and that means I shall care for them." He mutters something about being a terrible person. "Their names, age, and..." He sighs, and puts his head in his hands.