Medieval World!

[cityship]

Medieval World was one of the largest year-round renaissance faires in the multiverse.

Minstrels and bards wandered the streets, vendors sold ridiculously overpriced period clothing, jewelry, weapons, and turkey legs as big as a human's head, and the royal court mingled with the commoners. There were events everywhere: falconers, magicians, belly dancing, hypnotists, weapons competitions including swords, axes, maces, and bows, camel rides, Washing Well Wenches, fake jousting on wooden 'horses' suspended on ropes, and real jousting.

As was typical of these sorts of events, anachronicity was everywhere, as were patrons in all sorts of fantasy costumes.

Join in the fun!

[OOC: Add things if you want, and go for it!

Also, if anyone wants to win a flower for their lady from the Wenches, contact Shae for NPCing. >:3]

Comments

[stormfall-aqua.livejournal.com]

Meeting his sword, Aqua tried to twist her blade around to wrench his from his hand.

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

It almost works. Had it been anything other than a Black Templar, it would have worked. But there is a reason they chain all their blades and pistols to their hands. They refuse to let a weapon fall out of their grasp, until they are dead. He hisses a little in pain from the wrench, obviously out of position, but will struggle and try to use his superior mass to bull her back, and knock her donw.

[stormfall-aqua.livejournal.com]

Aqua's grip was beginning to slip on her sword, though she did all she could to keep it in her hands. But his greater size and weight was enough to throw her back.

"No matter what I try, I won't be able to defeat you," she admitted. "Not yet."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"Then you have something to aspire to, to fight for. That much is good." He nods his head, and returns the borrowed blade to the rack from whence it came.

"Come to the Sensorium sometime. I shall program proper practice for you, so that some day you may well be able to defeat me."

[stormfall-aqua.livejournal.com]

"I would be honored," she answered, bowing. "Thank you."

[swordofdorn.livejournal.com]

"I bid you good day then."

He returns the bow, and sweeps off without another word, not unkindly, just... curt and to the point.