Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Jul 31, 2013 16:31:07 GMT -5
It had been quite some time since Macbeth had last journeyed to his beloved Scotland. And on this trip, he was headed to a different version of the land, a version of Scotland that was set in a time before even the Scotland he remembered. Really, he was headed to visit a Royal family that was almost his contemporary. It would be quite refreshing, in a way, to return to a Scotland like the one he had left, all those years ago.
When the many different realms had been joined with Rohandor, Macbeth had known that there would be a way for him to visit Scotland, a Scotland that was still wild, still free. And still Scottish. One of the things that had saddened him over the years was the way that the English had conquered his people, forcing Scotland to become part of the British Empire. It was why he had leapt so quickly to fight alongside Robert the Bruce, though he himself had no chance of becoming King again. He wanted what was best for his people, regardless of how it had affected him, at that point.
And that was one reason he was headed to visit this place called DunBroch, to call on the Royal family. He had been High King of Scotland, which meant that he would be above even these Royals. But if they were taking care of the kingdom, he wouldn't interfere. He would offer his free and full support. If, however, they were not the best thing for the Scots, Macbeth would have to take action.
He'd heard stories of this Fergus of DunBroch, called the Bear King. The stories all said that he was a brave warrior who fought bears like they were nothing more than other men. But the stories he had heard had not said whether or not he was good to the people. Macbeth was going to meet with this Bear King, to find out what he was like. A King could be a brave warrior and yet, not a good King. It took far more than bravery in battle to lead a kingdom, especially a kingdom such as Scotland.
Scotland was a land that needed to be governed, but it also needed a King to know when to allow the land and its inhabitants to be free to be wild. A King of Scotland had to know the land and his people almost better than he knew himself.
Macbeth had chosen, today, to don the outfit he had had made as an exact replica of what he had worn on his coronation day as High King of Scotland. He wore a crown on top of his head, reclaimed from some long-forgotten tomb after the English had taken over. All in all, the man on the horse cut quite a striking figure as he rode from the docks, up to the Castle of DunBroch.
He rode into the stables and dismounted, standing tall and proud, a king once more in all but name.
"I am here to see your King," he announced, his voice fitting his stature: proud and full and leaving no room to argue.
The weather had been wet. Much more than normal, which is saying something. Merida had been forced to stay indoors for days on end because of the inhospitable weather. Sneaking out was an impossibility on top of that, because there was absolutely no way that Merida could conceal her having ventured beyond the castle walls upon returning. Being covered head-to-toe in mud, and sneezing with every exhale had a tendency to undermine such rebellious attempts, even if they started off completely under the radar of her mum, and the staff of the castle loyal to her - that is to say, all of them. But today? Today the sun had risen, bright and golden on a very soggy DunBroch and, as fate would have it, her schedule was completely clear of princess duties.
Being confined to the castle for so long had given her no respite from productivity - which was another reason she hated being a prisoner, such as she had been during the week-long storm - and now Merida was given the morning to do what she would! The princess had been so excited that Queen Elinor had had to follow her to the stables as she put the saddle on Angus, continuing with her warnings and instructions, and even bellow - very un-Queenly-like - a goodbye to Merida as the princess went speeding out into the unknown with a smile on her face and a full quiver at her hip.
Several hours later, and just when a very expensively dressed man rode into the castle, Merida was returning to check in with her mum - a condition that she'd been forced to promise to adhere to in order to have her fun that morning. Angus came surging through the open gate of Castle DunBroch, urged into his speed by his mistress's continued flicking of the reins. Only, Angus was hardly recognizable, because he was coated in mud, inches thick in some places. Just as Merida, atop his saddle, was. She would get an ear full from her mum, but Merida had had the foresight to wear her oldest dress, and by ruining it she'd have to get a new one made, which Queen Elinor had been insisting upon for months.
Merida was feeling very pelased with her maneuvering of her mother's loopholes, all in all. And she was starving. Hopefully Maudie had something especially delicious ready in the kitchens. Angus came barreling into the inner courtyard of the castle, sending mud in sheets up with his pounding hooves. Merida gave a cry to stop him, and the Clydesdale slid ten feet to a stop at the stables, by so doing forcing up a wave of the most mud yet, that just so happened to rush directly at the highly-dressed man who had just arrived. Merida, of course, didn't realize what she'd done. Quite contrarily, she dismounted, patted Angus on the neck with a giggle, and then walked around the horse to see the man.
Merida tilted her head. Her mud-caked hair flopped uncharacteristically over one shoulder. "Wha happened to you," she questioned? The servant who the man had been talking to had his head in his hands, shaking it as he did so. Merida caught the hopeless action and finally put two and two together. Looking once again at the man, and seeing the bits of costly material - not-to-mention the crown - peeking through the mud, she grimaced, inhaling through grit teeth in embarrassment. "Oh... Oops?"
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Oct 29, 2013 20:14:13 GMT -5
Macbeth had not been expecting to be covered in mud as soon as he arrived. But, he'd certainly been in worse situations in his day. When his cousin had been King, after all, he'd tried to have him killed. Which was much worse than being coated in mud by the carelessness of a young woman.
Wiping the mud out of his eyes, Macbeth looked down at the young woman who was the reason he was currently at less than his best. It only took him a moment to realize, mud and all, that this was the Princess Merida, daughter of the King he had come to see.
"I've been in much worse condition, Princess," he said, flashing a small smile. "However, as I am here to see your parents and currently unpresentable, if you would not mind helping me, I will not tell them of this incident." No, he'd never been here before, and he had never met any members of the Royal family, but Macbeth always did his research before heading off on a mission like this one.
He knew about the Royal family, knew about Merida's exploits and, most recently, that her mother had been a bear for a time, until she and Merida had learned to better relate to each other. The man supposed, really, that that gave new meaning to the fact that Fergus was called the "bear king," but that didn't really matter, at the moment.
What mattered was making sure that the people of Scotland were well, healthy, happy, and being ruled by a Royal family that had their best interests at heart.
Merida felt awful about her carelessness coating the visitor in wet earth. But, honestly, she felt more regretful of her actions not because of inconveniencing the stranger, but because by so doing she had almost certainly earned a yelling-at, assuredly from her parents, but even possibly from the man himself. After all, out of context the whole scenario would have made her snort with irrepressible laughter.
To that end, Merida had one eye almost completely squinted shut in preparation for the possible outburst. What actually happened surprised her visibly, forcing her mouth ever so slightly agape. The man wasn't mad. He seemed mildly taken aback by what happened, but he recovered quickly. He almost appeared... amused at what happened. Almost. Then, he spoke and Merida's surprise morphed into unabashed curiosity. He spoke with an accent that sounded remarkably similar to those denizens of DunBroch. Only... different.
More ancient. More refined, if she had to put a name on it. Though, deciding what was so entrancing about it was almost impossible for the young maiden. She was likely making more out of a simple accent than she ought. Merida supposed that it could have just been the low, resonating timber that his words carried with them that made his dialect such a factor for speculation on her part. Through the haze of surprise, awe and deliberation, Merida miraculously realized a much less obvious part of the stranger.
He was dressed as royalty. Even finer garb than Merida's father ever used -though, perhaps just on par with the Queen's wardrobe. Royalty, here to see her parents (as he explained was his purpose for being in DunBroch), with an accent that - as far as Merida knew - was native to DunBroch out of all of Rohandor. Odd. On the one hand, the princess chafed slightly at what the man offered. It sounded a touch like blackmail. On the other, she didn't mind being blackmailed playfully if it meant that she got to avoid this incident being brought up to her mum.
Merida eyed the man warily, then looked sidelong at Angus for his opinion. The horse blinked, alarmed at being called upon in this manner, and rather than give a helpful snort or nod to his mistress, he looked aside and put a lot of effort into completely ignoring the two humans. Merida scowled at the beast, elbowed his muscled thigh - which, really, only hurt her elbow - and looked back to the stranger. "Deal," she said, bobbing a decisive nod. Merida glanced around surreptitiously, then set off at a low, stealthy trot. "Follow me... Eh... What's yer name, again?"
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Post by Macbeth mac Findlaech on Jan 4, 2014 5:11:38 GMT -5
"I am Macbeth mac Findlaech," he told the girl, standing tall and proud, despite the mud that detracted from his regal bearing. The mud might lessen the way he looked, but it could never diminish the way he carried himself: like the King that he had been.
He followed behind the young princess, observing his surroundings as they went. The castle was in good condition; well taken care, but that didn't necessarily mean that the rest of the people were. Sometimes, monarchs thought only of themselves and kept their palaces in pristine condition while the rest of the country starved.
Macbeth certainly hoped that that wasn't the case for these monarch, this young woman's parents. She seemed to be rather down-to-earth which, again, didn't necessarily mean anything in the way of the people of Scotland.
Or DunBroch, as it was apparently called, in this place.
It was interesting, the tiny differences that he was able to observe, but as far as he was concerned, DunBroch was Scotland. The name might be different, but that appeared to be the only difference worth noting.
As Macbeth followed Merida to get cleaned up, he smiled at the young woman.
She was obviously quite a spirited young woman; she reminded him a bit of Gruoch, if he was honest with himself. Especially with that flaming red hair. Gruoch's hadn't been quite so untameable, but it was almost exactly the same shade as hers had been.
Before he started to reminisce about his long-dead wife, Macbeth pulled himself from the past, forcing himself to focus on remembering the path that they were taking.
It was always important to be able to get out of a tight situation, if necessary. He'd learned this during his days as king, after Demona's clan had betrayed him. The castle had been lost, that night, but he'd managed to get Gruoch to safety.
Glancing back over at the young princess, Macbeth spoke: "So, Princess, why don't you tell me about your family?"
Macbeth had done his research, but it certainly wouldn't help to hear another perspective before he met the King and Queen.
Merida didn't pay much attention to the man following her. She was a little preoccupied with her own thoughts and conduct. Sneaking through the castle of DunBroch was an art form that the princess had long since mastered. She wasn't worried about being caught, but that meant that she had to focus on a little bit of stealth. Besides, if Merida could get a bear through the castle when it was bursting at the seams, full of the different clans, guiding a solitary man should be a piece of cake.
The larger portion of Merida's attention was on the dilemma now before her. That being that she had made a bargain with this stranger that she had no idea how to follow through on. Merida couldn't very well lend the man one of her dresses, now could she? Her dad's wardrobe would swallow any normal person - Hamish, Hubert and Harris used his kilts as tents. The male workers who lived in the servants quarters didn't scream "noble" like the outfit Merida had soiled of his.
Merida stopped at an intersection of torch-lit corridors uncertainly, trying to think on her toes and not betray that she had no idea how to help the man she'd promised to. He asked about her family, but the princess was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to really mull over the question. "Not much to tell," she said absently, head bobbing as she eyed each possible direction they could take. "There's me, my mum, Queen Elinor, my dad, King Fergus, then my three younger brothers: Hamish, Hubert and Harris."
The princess may have said more on the topic besides the knee-jerk listing of her immediate relatives when an idea struck. "Ah-ha! This way!" Merida turned right and set off at a speedy jog, hair and skirt bobbing less than they normally would due to the rainwater still filling them. She was grateful that muddy footprints had only lasted several steps when entering the castle. Several turns later, and a surreptitious glance around a corner to make sure the coast was clear, Merida walked into an alcove at the dead end of a hallway.
There she opened the door on the right, showing an empty armory within. This was where Merida had found her mom, months before, a towering bear about to get skewered by the clansmen, scorning her brothers for their shenanigans. Ordering them to return items to their proper place. One of the servants had lit a fire - this was where the royal family often spent time in the evenings, listening to tales and working at crafts to pass the time between supper and bed.
"Here we are," Merida said. She looked over the royal outfits on display, gnawing on her bottom lip. "Now. Let's see if we can borrow one of these," she went over to a chest that set between two weapons racks and opened it with a heave.
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David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
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Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
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Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
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