The Throne... Roleplay Thread

“Do you visit the graveyard? And if so, have you seen a young, pale boy, around 9 years of age?”

You see Andrew , kneeling down , talking to someone. His right arm is completely mutilated. The blood stemming from it seems to all join into one bloody figure at the other end of the room.

???: What do you mean , join me?
A: I don’t know how long I have left to live, please! Just give me the ability to use your Holy Sword , and-and.
???: This was the wrong way Andy, the wrong way.
A: Please!
???: My sword only eliminates the blood , not the darkness.
N: Your on your own , Andy.
A: Nat…

“i do not sir. Good day.”

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK. hurry up Andrew…

[Info on Nat…]
(He knows name behind nat so should work…)

“Where is my nephew? I’m not leaving until you tell me.”

“I am not sure, I last saw him in the dungeon”

“Of course. The king’s most trusted adviser HAS NO IDEA WHERE THE GOD DAMN KING IS! YOU KNOW MORE THEN YOU’RE LETTING ON, LADY! And I am going nowhere until you tell me you’re true agenda.”

“I honestly have no clue, I visited the forest to clear my head and recently came back”

“He neglected to tell you where he went?”(Does my avatar look different?)

(It does) “I do not know I left the dungeon then went tot he forest. I do not know where he is…”

Natalie Jaylus-Corax

“Bio”

"Heyyyyyyyyy! I found your stupid notebook , and guess what. I FOUND A PERMENANT MARKER FROM THE COURT WIZARD! HAHAHAHHA! As you can see , i’m the coolest person in the world. Im beautiful , smart , cunning , and unstoppable. I slice extremeely well with the sword .
Cult kill count: Pending (working on it)

try and get this off andy! :slight_smile:

The only thing i have left of her…

(if you use Kathrine let me write it out~)

Andrew… I…I will get help.
Is there anything I can Do?
If I can be sacrificed to save you… Please allow me to be.
I can’t let you go… I can’t let one of my only friends go…
Alex clearly begins to tear up and start crying
Please… Let me help you…

“…The king had better believe me. You may be high-up, but you have no power over him. That is, if you have nothing to hide…” Reginald goes to the dungeons.

A: AGHHHHHH!
A: Anybody who is enlightened. LEND ME YOUR POWER!.
CAUSEUS ILLDERIIUS EMIMEMOYNEM NECORSUMBRA SOKIRE EST…
The ground starts to shake…
A: ANYBODY WHOSE NAME IS ALEX. THANK YOU. DO NOT SPEAK TO ME UNLESS I LIVE AFTER THIS.
Blood and shadows are coming in from all directions. The cemetery especially.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

Alex begins to tremble, getting on his hands and knees to pray for the safety of his friend. Not knowing if some sort of ritual or evil power was coming

A: AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The longer this goes on the more monstrous Andrew looks. At this point , you could not tell he was a human.

“I don’t think she would have minded if I told the whole truth.” Reginald mutters to himself on the way. “The Mark also tells when someone betrays the cult, not just when someone enlists. The Mark glowed brown though, so maybe… AAAAAAGHH!” The Mark starts glowing black. Reginald collapses on the floor, grasping his arm. “Son-of-a-…no. It can’t be.” A grin spreads on Reginald’s face.