So, I noticed that my Dramatic instincts were seeping into my Game of Thrones thing, and since that's intended to be quite goofy, I'm working on excising them with this slightly darker AAR. By slightly darker, I mean "That latin translates into The Sweet Taste of Blood."
I'm making my character in the ruler creator. She's a character I've written many times before, though never in a medieval setting. I am using the age customizer thing, because the character as I've written her has a lot of traits that would put me over the limit. I will use console commands to prevent the king revoking me before I can really get going, but otherwise, we'll play fair.
For the most part, there will be no pictures. Though I will be taking screencaps just to get an image of all the characters.
Prologue - December 26, 1066
Deep in the night, a child screamed.
Her name was Ælfwaru.
She was, of course, too young to know. She screamed as loud as any other child of two weeks.
Lightning struck, illuminating the room, and at nearly the same time, thunder rolled through. It was well past midnight, as much as anyone could tell the time here, and the child was crying. Her father gave a frustrated look to the mother, holding the infant in her arms.
"Can't you find anything to shut her up?"
"It's the thunder, if I could do that, I'd have better things to do than marry " Her mother asked.
He gave a sigh, "I'm sorry. It's just frustrating. We're both tired. Just... See what you can do."
The lightning and thunder came again, even closer if that was possible. The child screamed louder. And there was something, or someone outside. A sound of horses.
"What is it Wulfstan?"
"I don't know." He said, "Stay close."
The door opened... And lightning struck once more, revealing a woman with dirty blonde hair, and her smiling husband.
The peasants watched as the two entered... Followed, once inside, by large, uniformed men.
"Why are you here?"
The woman smiled warmly, it was a kindly smile. "Your child. We heard her screaming. We thought she might be in danger."
The man relaxed, "No danger here. If it's not an imposition, I don't know who you are."
The child continued to cry, "My name is Annabelle. Countess of Devon."
The man gasped, "C-Countess. Of course..." He gave a bow, not quite believing, "But you're Norman. You're speaki-"
"English? I noticed." She laughed, "I thought it would be best to learn the language of the people I am to rule. May I?" She turned to the woman.
"Well go on." The father told his wife, "let her hold her."
Reluctantly, the man held the
"What is her name?"
"Ælfwaru"
"Ælfwaru... What a lovely name." She smiled, "Little Ælwaru... I've always wanted a child, you know." She looked up sadly, "My husband and I have tried so hard... But we haven't been able to manage it." She sighed, "I would name her Viola."
He didn't quite know what to say to a noble being so... Forward "That... That's a lovely name too."
The Countess coo'd as she held the child to her, rocking her slowly... In time, the child's crying ceased.
"How did you..."
"I make a study of many things," the countess smiled as the child laughed... "And children are one of them. Isn't that right, little Viola?"
"Ælfwaru." The man corrected, starting to feel a bit nervous.
The countess seemed to freeze for just a second, and laughed, "Of course. Little Ælfwaru" She stroked the child's cheek, "You're going to be a good girl one day, aren't you?" She kissed the child on the forehead, as her husband stood beside her. "You're going to make your mother proud."
"I'm sure she will," the man said, not sure how to deal with this.
"You'll be such a good girl..." The countess stroked the child's cheek, "You'll be smart like your mother and caring like your father."
"Th-thank you," the man said, both him and his wife shifting uncomortably, as if looking for a way out, but the only door was the one with the countess's guards.
"You're going to do so well, won't you Viola."
"Ælfwaru, listen, maybe you should give her back." The father went to move forward... And found himself stopped by one of the guards.
"I'm not sure you understand the way things work," The woman's husband said, h"Now that we control the countryside, that changes things. What's ours is ours, and what's yours... Is still ours."
"That's how it works, dear." The countess looked up sympathetically, "I wish I could say otherwise, but that just is." She looks back at the child, "Isn't that right, my dear." She sat down on an old chair, stroking the child's cheek. She looked up at the guard, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.
And as the Countess cradled the child, swords were drawn. Her husband stood beside her, looking lovingly down at his wife and the infant, as blood splashed the walls.
Deep in the night, a child screamed.
And her name was Viola
I'm making my character in the ruler creator. She's a character I've written many times before, though never in a medieval setting. I am using the age customizer thing, because the character as I've written her has a lot of traits that would put me over the limit. I will use console commands to prevent the king revoking me before I can really get going, but otherwise, we'll play fair.
For the most part, there will be no pictures. Though I will be taking screencaps just to get an image of all the characters.
Prologue - December 26, 1066
Deep in the night, a child screamed.
Her name was Ælfwaru.
She was, of course, too young to know. She screamed as loud as any other child of two weeks.
Lightning struck, illuminating the room, and at nearly the same time, thunder rolled through. It was well past midnight, as much as anyone could tell the time here, and the child was crying. Her father gave a frustrated look to the mother, holding the infant in her arms.
"Can't you find anything to shut her up?"
"It's the thunder, if I could do that, I'd have better things to do than marry " Her mother asked.
He gave a sigh, "I'm sorry. It's just frustrating. We're both tired. Just... See what you can do."
The lightning and thunder came again, even closer if that was possible. The child screamed louder. And there was something, or someone outside. A sound of horses.
"What is it Wulfstan?"
"I don't know." He said, "Stay close."
The door opened... And lightning struck once more, revealing a woman with dirty blonde hair, and her smiling husband.
The peasants watched as the two entered... Followed, once inside, by large, uniformed men.
"Why are you here?"
The woman smiled warmly, it was a kindly smile. "Your child. We heard her screaming. We thought she might be in danger."
The man relaxed, "No danger here. If it's not an imposition, I don't know who you are."
The child continued to cry, "My name is Annabelle. Countess of Devon."
The man gasped, "C-Countess. Of course..." He gave a bow, not quite believing, "But you're Norman. You're speaki-"
"English? I noticed." She laughed, "I thought it would be best to learn the language of the people I am to rule. May I?" She turned to the woman.
"Well go on." The father told his wife, "let her hold her."
Reluctantly, the man held the
"What is her name?"
"Ælfwaru"
"Ælfwaru... What a lovely name." She smiled, "Little Ælwaru... I've always wanted a child, you know." She looked up sadly, "My husband and I have tried so hard... But we haven't been able to manage it." She sighed, "I would name her Viola."
He didn't quite know what to say to a noble being so... Forward "That... That's a lovely name too."
The Countess coo'd as she held the child to her, rocking her slowly... In time, the child's crying ceased.
"How did you..."
"I make a study of many things," the countess smiled as the child laughed... "And children are one of them. Isn't that right, little Viola?"
"Ælfwaru." The man corrected, starting to feel a bit nervous.
The countess seemed to freeze for just a second, and laughed, "Of course. Little Ælfwaru" She stroked the child's cheek, "You're going to be a good girl one day, aren't you?" She kissed the child on the forehead, as her husband stood beside her. "You're going to make your mother proud."
"I'm sure she will," the man said, not sure how to deal with this.
"You'll be such a good girl..." The countess stroked the child's cheek, "You'll be smart like your mother and caring like your father."
"Th-thank you," the man said, both him and his wife shifting uncomortably, as if looking for a way out, but the only door was the one with the countess's guards.
"You're going to do so well, won't you Viola."
"Ælfwaru, listen, maybe you should give her back." The father went to move forward... And found himself stopped by one of the guards.
"I'm not sure you understand the way things work," The woman's husband said, h"Now that we control the countryside, that changes things. What's ours is ours, and what's yours... Is still ours."
"That's how it works, dear." The countess looked up sympathetically, "I wish I could say otherwise, but that just is." She looks back at the child, "Isn't that right, my dear." She sat down on an old chair, stroking the child's cheek. She looked up at the guard, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.
And as the Countess cradled the child, swords were drawn. Her husband stood beside her, looking lovingly down at his wife and the infant, as blood splashed the walls.
Deep in the night, a child screamed.
And her name was Viola