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    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Round 1-The Announcement
    #1

    Royal Notice

    You enter the square and it is bustling with people. Merchants bartering their goods, soldiers slowly walking the busy street on patrol, young children running about playing games -all typical things you would expect to find at the towne center. There are groups of young women clustered together, laughing at a long-winded story one was telling, while a group of young men stood off to the side watching the ladies and the other festivities. The market square was unusually packed today and all of the shops had a steady flow of patrons moving in and out. You move down the street and you wave as people call out your name, and you even stop to have a conversation with an old friend who works at the tailor shoppe. You try to pay attention to the news of the shoppe and how your friend is doing, but you are very preoccupied. There is to be an announcement at noon from the royal family, and you want to get to the podium where the messenger sent from the palace would read the letter as soon as possible. You can feel the excitement buzzing in the air.  

    This style of announcement is an unusual one. You are not certain as to when such personal announcements ceased to be given, but the most common method of distribution was through private couriers employed by the monarchy to deliver their letters to those they decree worthy of giving information. You are extremely curious as to why such an announcement in this manner would be made, and so suddenly. Rumors had flown through the town recently, some of which seemed far-fetched and some which were altogether plausible. Perhaps the King was dying, or the country of Illea was going bankrupt or becoming destitute. Could there be an impending plague sweeping the nation? Could there be a potential war brewing? 

    You move through the crowd, aware of the thick tension in the air. The stage was small in size - it was just large enough for a  thick oak podium, and a few officials. Soldiers were stationed and scattered about, with a hefty slew of them positioned on each side of the herald. A woman turns to you, incredulous and with a deep frown showing her disdain as she scoffs at the security measures, grumbling to you, “You would think we were rioting with all the police and royal guard present.” You give a small nod, not really wanting to get into a political debate with a stranger, but you cannot help but agree.

    The reality is, it makes perfect sense. There was a resistance growing through Illea. Not everyone wanted to blindly follow the monarch, and political unrest was beginning to simmer beneath the otherwise calm exterior of the public. It no longer seemed fair that so few had so much, while many others suffered greatly. It started as rare statements of annoyance that grew into parlor talk, before seeping into dinner conversations that led to deeply organized gatherings of rebellion. It was only a matter of time until the monarchy took notice and action. You understood the need, but this wasn’t the time to talk about that, the messenger took his place behind the podium. The announcer, a tall middle-aged man with a round belly from living a cozy life behind a desk, unfolded a letter on thick, heavily embellished paper.  He cleared his throat and slowly a hush fell over the crowd.

    By Royal Decree, I am authorized to share the following message from the King and Queen to the general public of Illea.

    We have heard your concerns. We want to make it known that our thoughts are not only with those within our family, but with all of our people. That is why we are going to hold a competition. This competition will end with a single one of our loyal subjects being granted the Illean heir's hand in marriage. We hope this will help unite our kingdom once more and bring forth a new era of understanding.

    All those interested in entering will need to fill out an application at their local town hall. The application will consist of general information, personal accomplishments and goals, as well as a sketch of yourself, which you will be able to have drafted upon entering. All questions can be addressed to your Selection Ambassador, who will be available at the towne center. The application deadline will be one week from today, and the town hall will open in one hour to begin taking applications.

    Oh, yes, almost forgot you must be between the age of 19-24 to enter. Thank you.


    You watched as the pudgy royal messenger quietly removes himself from the stage before disappearing into a blur of soldiers. And for a moment everything and everyone was still - and suddenly, it was chaos. Girls screamed with glee, young men huddled up to discuss the potential and how it would change the rebellion for better or for worse. Some hurried to the tailor or the beautician to prepare, while others fled for their homesteads to make plans. Some simply shrugged it off  with disinterest and moved with their day. You are caught somewhere in between; intrigued but wary.  

    You try your best to stay out of the way from those who feel the need to rush to be the first application turned in. You walk home slowly, thinking about what if could be like to be selected, to be part of this historic event, to be selected as a future ruler. A leader, a monarch, with some control over the change the kingdom so desperately needed. There had to be more to this though, and your thoughts wander to how they might select someone for this. Was this the choice of the monarchy, or the heir themselves? And how likely would if be to actually be chosen? Was it worth the risk or time taken? Your thoughts wander as you walk back to your small house. You are far from royalty; your family suffers as many others do and you do not have much.

    What will you do?

    Questions?
    PM: The Selection Commitee
    or post in Connect



    Prompt
    Round 1: There are 2 parts to this round.

    Part 1)Explain how you react to "coming to" in Illea as a human. Feel free to include how you came to be in Illea.

    Part 2) Describe how your character comes to the decision to enter the Selection. What worries do you have? What excites you? Describe your application process and how you feel as you wait to hear who was chosen.  Two weeks later you hear you were selected!!  From there you must describe your journey to the castle (horse drawn carriage, train, car...and of course riding there on horseback or walking), and your feelings upon arriving and entering. You may describe your tour of the palace, living quarters,etc. Stop before you wake up for your first full day. 


    All entries are due by Friday April 29, by 4:00 EST


    Quest Details 

    #This is a writing/elimination quest. The Selection Committee will be looking at your effort in drafting a creative story, full of vivid imagery and detail that helps us envision your story, fluidity from round to round, and how well you react to the challenges ahead. (Please note The Selection Committee will not be looking at grammar or writing structure.)

    #There are no limits on number of entries

    #Both Stallions and Mares may enter, therefore, the Heir will be whichever gender your character would be attracted to.

    #All traits/ defects/ other abilities did not stay with you from your transformation. Only your personality, and individual set of morals made it to human form.

    #This is an individual quest, your story and decisions in the quest will not affect anyone else’s story or decisions.

    #If need be, the Selection Committee withholds the right to a roll of dice if a decision cannot be made on who will advance.


    Helpful Information/ FAQ

    #You are in human form for the entire quest. The exact manner in which you became human doesn't matter, what does matter is that now you are human, you feel human and you think you have always been human.  

    #The kingdom, Illea, is in an alternate universe some things that occur here may not be possible in our reality but  here they are normal. Again, everything you see here should seem mostly normal to you (except for the announcement of the selection).

    #Illea has limited technologies/luxuries. For the most part, you can assume you would have the luxuries/technology of working/middle class people in the 1900-1910's.

    #The palace/castle interior is mostly based off of Buckingham Palace, for assistance in descriptions. The picture in the HTML is representative of the exterior.


    ~~~Any and all questions can be addressed to The Selection Committee. in Connect or by PM~~~
     
    Good luck to you!!


    Messages In This Thread
    Round 1-The Announcement - by The Selection Committee - 04-25-2016, 03:03 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Besra - 04-26-2016, 11:22 AM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Kirin - 04-27-2016, 11:27 AM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Topsail - 04-27-2016, 06:30 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Nixie - 04-27-2016, 09:07 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Heartfire - 04-28-2016, 04:12 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Kirke - 04-28-2016, 04:38 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Kagerus - 04-29-2016, 01:18 AM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Blazed - 04-29-2016, 11:08 AM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Lagertha - 04-29-2016, 02:06 PM
    RE: Round 1-The Announcement - by Cerva - 04-29-2016, 03:01 PM



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