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Meanwhile.

Novel By: Kooky
Fantasy



Just what my character, Claudia is doing while she is away in Divine Imagination's Queen of Hearts RPG.
QoH summary By DI:
Running from guards...scavenging food...hiding out...stress and worry...spying in the castle....rescuing your former friends....You are a rebel

The dark halls of the palace...the cold chill....the clink of iron chains....the faint cry of the tortured...Welcome to the Queen of Heart's Dungeons. You have been captured.
You were a rebel....

Welcome to Ace. As in, the town. The main living place at the bottom of the Queens mountain. Ringed by more mountains, too high to climb or navigate. The barren forests and abandoned towns, and the few towns that remain: Club and Diamond....all shadowed by the mighty palace of the Queen....
The Queen of Hearts....

This RP is set in medieval times. After a fire wiped out the forest, a former poker player rose to rule. Nobody knows her name. But she is known as the Queen of Hearts.
She had a palace built on top of a cliff/mountain thing, and had the main city, Ace built underneath.
She had two other minor villages built, Club and Diamond.
Her castle features four towers, The Jacks tower, The Jokers tower and the Kings tower, (After her three second in commands) and her own private tower, The Queens tower.
All people have a power...of some sort...
The Queen rules like life is a card game, or a game of chess. She is brutal, cruel, bloodthirsty...
But there are rebels...and they are fighting...

This is my first post, so you'll get used to my style of writing, and soon meet my book - Terra Nova. View table of contents...


Chapters:

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Submitted:Feb 17, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


It was her third day aboard The Sparrowhawk, and Claudia was distinctly the worst for ware.
Her cabinmates had accepted her without question, after she had knocked one of them unconsious for ten minuites when he had tried to steal her food.
But it was very awkward for her, all the same. When she did change, it was in the dirtiest, most unhigenic part of the ship - The food storage cupboard.
Even then she had to be careful, because the punishment for stealing food was a flogging.
IN addition to her noraml baggy white top and brown trousers, black thigh-legnth boots, she had aqquired a sword and a hat.
Her job was easy - climb the mast to fix things. She kept lookout as well, but lookBACK might be a better explanation. Claudia still felt a pang of guilt every time she thought of Arlexa. But, she reminded herself, everyone would benefit in the long run.

Today, she told herself, today we make port. We have to. If we don't, I swear to god I'll jump off and swim to the place myself. THAT was how bad it was on board the ship.
The overall worst was her first night, where she had had to share a hammock with two other men. She had barely slept that night for thier smell and noise.
She sat atop the mast, swaying with the boat's movements. Suddenly, the horizon changed. Now, there was the thinnest line of black where before there had just been blue.

'Land!!! East! Land!!! East!'

The cry echoed down the ship after she had set it off.
Finally. She was coming home.

Later...

'Father, PLEASE!'
'Claudia, now that you're here, I have a responsibility to-'
'Like that mattered to you when you didn't know I existed.'
'Touche. But still, now you are in my court, and so you must behave like a Lady. And you will meet your brother.'
Claudia stopped. Dresses. Etiquete. And a...
'BROTHER?'
Her father turned to face her.
They were in the most beautiful gardens she had ever seen. But even the sweet, heavy perfume of all the flowers and oranges and flowers couldn't dull her finely trained senses, and all the different scents were, admittedly, making her feel a little woozy.
'Did you think I would do nothing? I got married, and prduced an heir. I do have a life, you know.'
She rolled her eyes at his tone, and he scowled.
'I'll go get changed.'
You'd think she hadn't been mugged, sent to prison for nearly killing the person that mugged her, broke out of prison, and stolen a horse to get here.
Good thing she was a princess, or she would have to be umm... Executed.

When she finally came out, dressed in a red puff-sleeved, velvet dress, with the sleeves slashed with gold, her father was still in the garden. He turned, from leaning on the fountain, to her. He walked foward, a great smile on his face and embraced her.
Well, she thought. He can't squeeze worse than the corset.





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