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!
HEA is an AU canon-only animated crossover Disney Play-By-Post Role Play with minimal word count.
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King Edward and Queen Nancy had decided that they needed to better know the land into which their Kingdom had been brought. And so, they had chosen to travel to as many of the Isles as they could, introducing themselves to the people in power. Generally, they were other Royal families, but occasionally, they came across a place like the Isle of the Statue, which didn't have a Royal family.
Today, though, they were visiting the Isle of the Jungle.
Truth be told, Edward didn't exactly have any idea who he would be speaking to on this Isle. From what he understood (from the tutoring sessions he'd been receiving recently), this Isle was mostly wild animals, with only a few people scattered here and there.
Which meant talking to any Royal family would be rather difficult.
However, this Isle was right in the middle of their path and he was determined to stop, even if it meant just stopping to rest, basically, because there was no ruling family.
Glancing around the Isle, Edward disembarked.
"Nancy, my love, I shall venture forth to see if there is anyone here, and then I shall come return to you!" he declared, putting his hand over his heart. Nancy was quite the capable young woman, but she was from a city, much like he was (well, basically). He would have to venture into the jungle, and though he was not exactly dressed for it, Nancy was decidedly not dressed to go traipsing through the jungle.
Without further ado, Edward drew his sword, expecting to have to hack through the undergrowth. But there was some sort of path, here.
Sheathing his sword, Edward followed the path, wondering where on earth it could lead.
Tarzan shifted his grip on the shaft of his spear as Nuru struggled to turn and claw him. The black leopard had forgone the usual strategy of teaming up with Sheeta, electing to ambush Tarzan in a more stealthy manner. Unfortunatly plans had gone awry after his initial pounce and he had ended up in a one armed bearhug with a spear jammed between his teeth. After a few minutes of struggling he finally grunted in exhaustion, signalling to the ape man that it was safe to let him go. He released the animal letting him slink away back to his mate. It was pointless to chase and kill the leopard as they focused most of their hunting on Tarzan, which in turn took their attention away from the gorillas and others under the protection of the jungle king. Victorious Tarzan pounded on his chest and let out his battle call, announcing that safety was restored to this area.
Afterwards he scaled the closest tree and started swinging to the next part of his daily patrol. For the next half hour things were quiet until he heard voices. Stopping to hang by one arm from a branch Tarzan watched a man carrying a sword march through one of the clear paths. His manner of dress was unusual. He'd seen it before in the books Jane had started him on in his earliest lessons, books about royalty who travelled around fought deadly beasts and rescued people in trouble (usually princesses that they'd eventually marry).
"Like Tarzan?" He'd asked, putting together some of the similarities. Jane had clarified that despite his king of the jungle reputation he'd only have to deal with wild cats, snakes and poachers rather than giants, dragons and bandits. It suited him just fine, he didn't need any of these princesses or damsels when he was happy with Jane.
Silently he lowered himself to the ground behind the man, inspecting his clothing up close. The puffy parts on his arms really interested him, was this stranger trying to appear more muscular than he really was? The rest of the outfit seemed more fashionable than functional. Terk had taunted Tarzan that he'd end up in this kind of clothing if he ever went with Jane to London, Lord Fancy Pants. Naturally that conversation ended in a small brawl.
For now Tarzan followed quietly, imitating the movements and mannerisms of the royal man, holding his spear to his waist to imitate the sheathed sword. Chest puffed out and chin raised as he walked a few steps behind.
ooc: I'll edit if you need more like a verbal introduction.
To put it bluntly, Edward wasn't exactly at home in the jungle. Yes, he'd spent many an evening camped out in the forests of Andalasia when he was hunting trolls, but that was still different from this place. This place was hot, much more so than Andalasia, and it was practically untouched by human hands, as far as Edward could tell.
In Andalasia, even when he would stay in the forest to hunt trolls, there were cottage scattered here and there. Which was ultimately how he'd stumbled across the cottage in which Giselle had been living, at the time.
Here, there was practically no sign of civilization whatsoever.
At least, that was what Edward had thought initially. Having fought many a troll, however, he knew when he was being watched. And this was certainly one of those times.
Edward whirled around in his path, cape swirling behind him, only to come face-to-face with one of the least-dressed humans Edward had ever encountered.
He stared for a moment, trying to take in the sight.
"Excuse me, peasant!" Edward said, as politely as possible. "Is there a Royal around that I could speak to?" he asked, never dreaming that he would end up talking to this man about royal duties.
Tarzan stopped his imitation when the man turned, looking sheepish at getting caught. The prince had good reflexes. and there was that look people always had, trying not to mention the clothing or the unkempt hair.
"Peasant? Umm, I'm Tarzan."
The man asked him about the local royalty. He must be from one of the other kingdoms visiting the jungle. Tarzan scratched his head thinking about what royalty the prince was talking about. There was Louie of the Orangutans, who ruled over a ruined temple and hoped to master fire so that he could scare off predators and increase his power. There was Shere Kahn, the tiger who was causing a few migrations around the jungle. and then there was that Opar city that Jane had recently told him of when she explored it with a detective she met while Tarzan was off helping the Professor with an experiment (he felt guilty missing that). Then again there were people that called Tarzan the King of the Apes, or King of the Jungle. He didn't really feel like a ruler though, just a protector. Surely the visitor didn't want to be introduced to a bunch of rowdy monkeys or a hostile tiger.
"You wouldn't happen to mean me would you? I protect this jungle."
Tarzan grinned nervously and offered a handshake. Jane and the Professor were better at polite introductions.
Edward was glad he hadn't drawn his sword; this fellow seemed friendly, if decidedly under-clad. Hmm, he might have to introduce this .... gentleman to Nancy; she could probably do something about the lack of clothing. And if she couldn't, then Edward didn't really know who could.
The man introduced himself as Tarzan, which was quite the unusual name. He certainly seemed to be ... from around here.
"I am Edward, King of Andalasia," Edward said by way of introduction, "And I have traveled from Andalasia to meet the rulers of the Isles of Rohandor."
The man known as Tarzan asked if the King meant Tarzan himself and Edward raised an eyebrow at the man.
"I don't know. Do I mean you?"
He wasn't trying to be difficult; he really wasn't certain whether or not this man meant that he was .... royalty. If he did mean that, Edward wasn't quite sure how he was going to be able to talk affairs of state with a man who wasn't wearing any real semblance of clothing.
Nancy would definitely have to come talk to this man about his sense of style, at least.
So he was looking for the person in charge of the jungle. That could be problematic. A lot of animals considered themselves in charge, some at the expense of those smaller or weaker than them. Most of the time they'd pick on someone who actually could fight back and that would be the end of their reign until the whole thing started again some time later. Not to mention the people that wanted to be in charge.
"Some people call me a king."
Tarzan smiled nervously, sounding unsure as he spoke. Hopefully he could help Edward with what he needed, rather than have to tell him that he was wasting his time on this Isle. The Professor had tried to teach him about politics once, a long complicated lesson that finally ended when Jane turned up to point out that they'd stayed up all night talking. Still, at least the ape man could be hospitable and make the effort. Or at the very least find Jane and the Professor to answer the difficult questions.
"Would you like to come to the camp to talk? Just follow me this way."
Tarzan rushed off, grabbing a vine and using the running start to swing into the branches, leaping, sliding and after a few seconds stopping to look back at Edward, now a dot in the distance only standing out thanks to his bright clothing contrasting with the green. Reversing his route Tarzan landed back next to the visitor and walked the path instead in his usual all fours manner. It had been some time since he met someone who didn't travel by treetop. It wouldn't take too long on the ground, though it was kind of dull and predictable not having to guess where your next hand or foothold was.
"No, I am King Edward, not Edward King," he said with a slight frown, correcting the jungle man's incorrect interpretation of his introduction. This man didn't appear to be quite familiar with the way that introductions (at least Edward's) worked.
Which just meant that he was going to have to be patient. And patience was not his best trait, that was certain. This could be rather interesting, this visit.
At the man's words about being a king, Edward couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"You....are the king of this land," he repeated, not quite sure he should believe his ears. Then again, he hadn't seen any other people in this place, the jungle, it was called. This man very well could be the king of this place.
Before Edward could answer that, yes, he'd like to go to ... whatever camp this was and figure out what was going on here, the man called Tarzan had apparently disappeared!
Edward looked around, confused as to where he could have gone. Just as he was about to start looking to the trees, Tarzan reappeared, causing the King to leap, startled.
Regaining his composure and pretending that nothing had happened, the King said, able to FEEL his heart beating rapidly, "Yes, I think walking would be best."
As they walked Tarzan made note of how disbelieving Edward sounded regarding Tarzans introduction. Perhaps he was better off clarifying things.
"My parents were stranded here when I was young, then Sabor got them. The gorillas raised me and I protect them. Then I met Jane and the Professor, you'll like them."
It was brief and left out a lot of the details, but Tarzan thought it got the point across. After some time of walking, boring walking, they made it to the Porter camp. Tarzan called out to see if anyone was there, before he found two notes on the table. He read them out loud, struggling a bit with the cursive writing.
"To Jane and Tarzan, went out to document the rhino migrations, back later, Archimedes Porter." He swapped the pages to read the next note. "To Tarzan, went to keep Daddy out of trouble, back later, Jane."
Well that put a stop to the original plan. Tarzan was hoping that Jane and the Professor could keep him on track while talking with Edward. From what they'd taught him King, Queens and other royalty got involved in a lot of complex subjects that were way over the head of the ape man. Maybe he could manage, he thought as he turned back to Edward. Resolving to provide whatever the traveller had came for.
Edward glanced over at the apparent King of the Jungle, listening to the tale he spun, a tale of being orphaned at a young age and taken in by the benevolent gorillas. Being orphaned was something Edward could relate to; his mother had died when he was quite young, and his father had followed not too terribly long after.
Yes, he'd had Narissa, but....well, it was hard to think of her anymore without a stab of pain and a twinge of fear. If she came back.....she would try to hurt Nancy. And that was, perhaps, what he feared most. He could protect himself, but would he be able to protect Nancy if Narissa came back?
The King realized his mind was wandering and brought it back to the present, in the jungle, just in time to hear the offer of tea.
"Ah, yes, tea would be wonderful!" he said enthusiastically, to cover up his momentary lapse into territory that he couldn't really do anything about, at the moment.
He sat at what appeared to be a table, hand-made and quite sturdy.
"We have some things in common, it seems, Tarzan," Edward said, putting his hands on the table. "I, too, was orphaned at a young age." It seemed as though Tarzan had had a better upbringing, really. Oh, yes, he hadn't had the education that Edward had, but he'd had love ,which was, in some ways, much better.
Tarzan fumbled for a few minutes trying to operate the contraption Jane and the Professor had put together, an oil lantern purchased from the trading post converted to act as a heat source. He flinched after inadvertently turning it on and touching the heated plate, before placing a filled kettle on top of it. He rarely drank tea himself but he'd seen it prepared plenty of times and got to imitating the method as best he could. Cup, saucer, teabag, milk jug and sugar pot, everything on a tray in time for the water to boil. As he brought the tray over he listened as Edward described the loss of his own parents and how much they had in common.
"You were raised by animals as well?" Tarzan got a little ahead of himself at the mention of common ground. "Or you didn't mean it like that. Sorry."
The ape man pulled up his own chair, perching on top of it rather than sitting down properly, ready to leap off at a moments notice if necessary. Conversations like this weren't really his strong point, he could tell you were all the best food could be found, give the best wrestling tips when faced with a black leopard or translate between any two different species in the jungle but Edward seemed to have a different agenda in mind. Maybe if the King started the discussion Tarzan could catch up?
"So, you're meeting royals? What do you do when you meet them?"
This man really had been raised by apes. It was quite an interesting thought, Edward had to admit. What would it have been like if he'd been raised by some kind of animal, as opposed to Narissa?
And speaking of Narissa, Edward shook his head at the other man's assumption that he, too, had been raised by animals.
"Well, I was raised by a woman who could turn herself into a dragon, but I don't think that's quite the same thing," he said, smiling briefly. In truth, the fact that Narissa was evil hurt a lot more than Edward let on. He simply tried not to think about it. Because if he didn't think about it, she'd simply died tragically and hadn't betrayed him.
He really had thought of her like his mother, when he was young. She was the only mother he'd ever really known, after all.
Edward pulled himself out of the past again (hmm, he was getting lost in his thoughts more often; that was odd) when Tarzan handed him tea and proceeded to ... perch on his chair. He supposed it couldn't be helped, really; the man had been raised by animals. Though Edward certainly hoped whoever Jane was that she was helping to teach him the ways of civilization, if she was living here, too.
Tarzan brought them back to the subject at hand with his question, one that Edward was more than happy to answer.
"Oh, well that's easy!" he said with a smile. "We discuss matters of the realm: politics, crime, yield of farms, that sort of thing. And we pledge each other our good faith that, should any foul villains attack, we will come to help whoever is being attacked." He paused for a moment, knowing he was forgetting something. "Oh, and we talk about the possibility of trade!"
Perhaps he should read over those storybooks again. If such creatures existed then the ape man would have to step up his training. Taking down Sabor was bad enough and she didn't have wings or breathe fire. After this revelation Edward described the details of a meeting between royals. Politics, crime, farms, help protect each other and trade. Tarzan nodded along trying to follow, but couldn't keep the slight confusion off his face. Still, he resolved to at least try and get through the talks rather than have Edward come all this way for nothing. Tarzan protected the Jungle, so making allies could only help do the same right?
"Politics, crime and farms." Tarzan mused over those subjects. "Well. We don't have any farms. When we're hungry we go out looking for food mostly. I could show you where to find the best stuff. and the only crime that we get are poachers. We haven't had those in a while, the Professor said that I'm getting a reputation."
Politics was the tough one. As far as Tarzan could grasp that meant sorting things out so that everyone was happy.
"There was some trouble with the north water hole recently. The baboons were saying the elephants took too long and the elephants said the baboons needed to wait their turn. I got everyone talking and got them to take equal time with it."
In his own head, it seemed to be going well. Tarzan had taken three points on Edwards list already and the last two might be just as easy. First off was the pledge of good faith. That he could do.
"I'd like to help if anyone gives you trouble King Edward." Hardly the most formal declaration of an alliance against common foes. But the intent was honorable. Now was trade. That could only mean one of two things.
"There is a trading post at the docks. Dumont runs it. He's strange sometimes but he usually has what we need."
Renard Dumont, always ready with a compliment for his regulars at the Porter Camp and an offer to extend their credit to cover something he'd just brought in on the last boat. Tarzan preferred to let Jane handle the negotiations, considering how baffling the man was to talk to. Something about selling ice to eskimos she said?
The young King listened as the self-proclaimed jungle protector responded to each of the points he'd named as reasons for talking to the Royalty of the Isles. It seemed that he was, indeed, talking to the right person about this kingdom. After all, who knew the land better than someone who had grown up on it?
Edward couldn't help but smile at Tarzan's offer of help, should he need it. "And I shall come to your aid, should you need it, my friend!" Edward decreed in return. The jungle might not have as many people in it, and so might not be in need of allies, but Edward would be more than happy to create some sort of friendship and alliance with a man such as Tarzan. He seemed to be the sort of person that Edward would respect; he obviously cared for his 'people,' such as they were, and his family.
Which was honestly more than Narissa had ever done.
Pushing thoughts of his stepmother firmly from his mind, Edward helped with the final preparations of tea, though he didn't usually prepare his own, either. The information about the trading post was something he would have to check out before they left the Isle; they could, perhaps, establish trade with this Dumont fellow.
"And this Dumont fellow, he's a good man?" he asked his new friend. If Tarzan didn't think well of him, Edward was going to have to be wary of starting trade with such a person. Though, of course, there were two sides to everything. Tarzan seemed to be a fairly good judge of character, from what little Edward knew of him, and he wanted his opinion before he proceeded.
Well, Matters of the Realm had turned out to be pretty easy. Tarzan had gone through most of the list and made an alliance all before lunch. Maybe he should have taken Jane up on her offers to go travelling more, have meetings with other royals and just do the exact same thing. He'd have friends across the world in no time and anyone trying to cause trouble would be in for a surprise. His moment of swollen ego was cut short as Edward asked a little more about Dumont, leaving the ape-man with a long confused expression as he thought of how to describe the man.
"He's....difficult sometimes. He's caused a little trouble trying to, he calls it streamlining his business."
The trading post was a welcome addition, but started out with a few difficulties. Building the post had displaced a few animals from the coast, requiring Tarzan to mediate until everyone could adjust. Next came the PA system for making announcements for all to hear, which caused a few sleep problems until Tarzan took a rock to it. At one point he even brought in a crew to try and build tracks through the jungle to move carts full of stock to other potential business sites, that idea fell through when the construction workers showed him the cost of the work and explained that the ground was too uneven to make a straight route for cheap. Despite that the post had stayed small, but useful. At least useful for Jane and the Professor buying supplies for their work. Tarzan rarely found anything that the jungle couldn't provide. Most of his business with Dumont happened when his curiosity was tested by a new unusual piece of stock, even then Jane made sure he wasn't overwhelmed by the pitch of an expert salesman.
"Dumont is honest most of the time, but tricky. He sells just about anything but you have to be careful with the cost." Tarzan suddenly looked deadly serious as he remembered something else. "and run when he talks about 'extended credit'."
That seemed just about everything. Politics, crime, farms, alliances and trade. Though maybe he should just ask...
To Edward it seemed like Dumont was just another merchant; he'd dealt with his fair share of those back in Andalasia. Some were more honest than others, of course, but hopefully, this fellow would prove to be the honorable sort. Tarzan didn't think poorly of him, at least, which was certainly a mark in his favor, in the young King's eyes.
"I shall have to meet this fellow myself!" he declared, taking a sip of his tea. Even as he did, he glanced down into his cup, interested in the type of tea it was. It was an unusual sort, that was certain, but not unpleasant. Hmm, he'd have to look into that sort of thing if they were to set up trade between the kingdoms.
But it appeared that Tarzan wasn't the one to talk to about that; despite his status as protector of the jungle, others handled his trade goods. Which was fine; it just meant that Edward would have to talk trade with this other fellow.
Everything else could be discussed with Tarzan, though, which was good. They were kindred spirits, the jungle man and the King, Edward could tell. They just had to find common ground and go from there. Which they had done when they had discovered that they were both orphans.
"What? Oh! My matters of the realm," Edward laughed, sitting more comfortably in his chair. "Andalasia is thriving! Though with the Forever Stone's breach, we are continually aware of the threats that might come to our shores." Namely, his stepmother. But they would come to that if Edward ever had to call upon Tarzan for aid. Hopefully, that wouldn't come about.
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Tony Dracon: No worries! We're all busy lately.
Jun 27, 2018 20:24:54 GMT -5
Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
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?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
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
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
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...
Jul 30, 2018 22:30:13 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
Aug 2, 2018 19:10:23 GMT -5
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.
Aug 3, 2018 18:08:47 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
Aug 4, 2018 22:54:36 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
Aug 10, 2018 16:49:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
Aug 13, 2018 15:22:59 GMT -5
Dodger: Happy 2019 everyone
Jan 1, 2019 10:54:04 GMT -5
Yen Sid: If anyone is passing by I posted a Hiatus update. Hope everyone is doing well!
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