Early Works - Role Plays

Alright! So as much as I'd love to give you a sample of one of my early sample of Spells and Skittles or Welcome to Castle Poison and Palace Crimson... I only have a few lines from the older roleplays and giving you a sample of the newer stuff would not be the same. (It has grown... a LOT from when we first started). With that said, I do have a small piece from when my friend from college, Reanna, and I role played and so you will get to see a piece of that.

With that said, later on you will get to see some amazing fan art from characters that we used and there is one scene from Welcome to Castle Poison role play that you'll get to see later down the road. So don't worry!

For Ravyn and my stories we write line by line so it would be something like:

Nevah: Wow this place is great! Ravyn: I know, I like the poison flowers we decided to play all over the place. Nevah: Only to be sure the bad guys eat them.

(Never that lame, but you get what I mean. LOL)

For mine and Reanna we saw each other in person and often didn't have a ton of time in college to write one line at a time, so we had a notebook we passed back and forth between classes and we'd write a paragraph or two at a time. I'll highlight the paragraph in two colors, so you can see whose was whose.

Chapter One -

As the night crept up upon the sun's dying light, no one was to be seen in the quaint little farm town. People hurried through their chores and rushed into their homes as the last light in the sky sunk behind the horizon.

In a small little house on a small little farm, a blacksmith and his daughter readied for bed. The lady of the house unfortunately passed the previous winter and the young girl did her best to complete the role as the caretaker.

She bustled around the house, cleaning the dishes and wiping her small hands onto her faded blue dress. She was a blacksmith's daughter, but an angel to all who didn't know her. Thick bangs and her dark blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and curled gracefully as it stopped as her waist. Even in all of her beauty, her rainy blue eyes were the most sickeningly beautiful things that graced her features.

She smiled a warm smile as her father pulled his coat on, "Going to get the firewood, papa?" she called elegantly.

"Oh, don't give me the monster tales the townsfolk have. I'll be back." he smiled.

She rushed to the drawer and pulled a wooden cross from it. Dashing to her father's side, she pressed it against his chest, "Take it for me, will you?"

He kissed his precious daughter on the forehead and smile, "All right then, I'll do it." he nodded as he closed the door behind him.

He was a loving father to, even before her mother had died. He was all she had in the world and though she was getting past her time to enter into this marriage, she cared not. Her father was her only concern. Always picking her up when she fell, holding the door open for her and always looking out for her well being.

She shook her head as she scooped up her father's wooden bowl and took it to the washing pale, letting it soak a bit. In no particular rush she pulled the broom out and swept the dirt tracks out of the house. She looked around a bit outside, wondering idly where her father had run off to. She sighed pensively a moment before going back inside to pull her cloak on. At first she ran to the porch, but then cautiously stepped off into the leaves and dirt. She breathed heavily and continued her journey around the house. As she peered into the dark woods, her heart beat faster and her steps grew smaller. She stepped one foot inside and screwed her frightened eyes shut for a moment. This was for her father. She steadily picked up her pace, her courage growing stronger, but suddenly, she--

She what you ask? Well... I don't remember. Pretty sure it was vampires... or werewolves. :) You'll notice a lot of inconsistencies with the role play... of course. But we had fun with it.

What do you think happened next? Let me know in the comments below!