[M] Outlaws of Nottingham -OOC

[Setsa]

This is Rated [M] for Adult content including: language, violence, potential gore, possible drugs, and good times that you may want to look away from.

“Lythe and listin, gentilmen,
That be of frebore blode;
I shall you tel of a gode yeman,
His name was Robyn Hode.

Robyn was a prude outlaw,
Whyles he walked on grounde:
So curteyse an outlawe as he was one
Was nevere non founde.”....

--A Gest of Robyn Hode, by Stephen Knight

The bold outlaw that dares to steal from the rich and give to the poor has arrived.
But...he is never alone in his efforts.
Be them noble or otherwise.

GM'd by Setsa and Co-GM'd by KnightsTemplar

Lord Robin Hood of Nottingham had months prior been threatened by Prince John. To pay the taxes owed to the crown. Or lose his castle, his land, and all possessions by the first day of Summer. The head strong man refused to give into greedy John's demands. Having believed that this was all a bluff; knowing that Prince John sought reason to expand the laws of Sherwood Forest. Even though Hood and the small village of Nottingham paid the taxes owed each year. Though at times it was tough with unjustly raises for no other explanation than "because the Prince demands it."

But by that first day of summer when the crops were just starting to grow in the fields. Lo' and behold the Sheriff came riding in with a large group of his men. Bearing a royal decree to take over Nottingham and remove Lord Hood from his castle. Tossed out, title stripped from his family, and the villagers taken for nearly every coin they had worked so hard to earn and save. Was the day that Lord Hood became Robin Hood, merely a man with a horse and what he could pack with. Left to fend for himself and forbidden to take refuge within any village dwelling.

But he was not known for giving up without a fight, for he still held within his heart the true meaning of honor and loyalty. If it was not to be to the Crown of England, then it would be for the people. Hiding within the depths of Sherwood Forest, did one man meet another lone in the woods. Little John he called him, the two quickly becoming steadfast brothers. Together, they began to plot and discuss how to take back the basic rights of men from the greedy hands of Prince John. Whom was bringing shame and dishonor to days of righteous chivalry in absence of his brother King Richard the Lionhearted. Away fighting the crusades.

By the middle of summer they became known as good men to the nearby villages, ally to Tuck, a new Friar assigned to spread the good word of the Lord in Nottingham. As well as trouble to the Sheriff and in turn, a nuisance to Prince John of England. But this was just scratching the surface.... He was just one man with a dear friend at his side, he wanted others to join that were tired of the Law taking too much for themselves. As such, did Robin Hood send out word all over England and as far as even Scotland. Calling to others to join him in Sherwood Forest. To live off the rich land as God had provided; and together... Be the Robin Hoods that would strive to restore order and give back to those that have been wronged.

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Little John, Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, and a Lady Maid Marion will be allowed as canon characters. But are not necessary.

This will take place in England during the third crusade of King Richard. So weapons, clothing, and way of living will be what was available during such time.

The Rules

All RPA rules apply and will be enforced, this goes without saying.

Keep it civil and respect the other players participating in OOC and IC

The GM's decision is final

No God Modding

No powerplaying (your character knowing things that have been discussed in OOC)

No more than two characters a player

Please inform the GM if you cannot post least once a week due to a vacation, illness, or other life issues.
All Mature Rules Apply

Accept that your character may be injured, and or die at anytime (medicine wasn't the greatest then. Nor the medical knowledge of the human body)

Remember to have fun as well!

Character Sheets

Name:
Title: (if any)
Profession:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapon:
Equipment/Personal Belongings:
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Background:

Please refrain from posting in the IC thread until I have approved your Character Sheet.

Any questions please let me know here or in PM.

Spoiler: NPCs 

Prince John of England.
Left to rule England while his brother King Richard went to fight in the Crusades. The longer King Richard was away, the more Prince John grew to despise the burden of having to keep the crusades funded and the country prospering at the same time. Viewing the peasants as humans on his land to only serve his own needs. As such he held no compassion towards them, sending out his Sheriff to take what was needed with no regards to the after effect. Yet there was one that was rising up as a problem...that...Robin Hood.

Baron Banastre Tarleton, Commander of the Royal Horse Guard.
A late bloomer in Military Tactics, He was still considered too old to go on King Richard's Crusade, a blessing for Prince John, whom's Army lacks experienced Leaders.

Phillip Benning, Lord of BrookHaven Castle
Bannrtmen of Baron Tarleton,also considered too old for Crusading, His experience comes from having served as a Kingsguard until his Fathers Death and assuming Lordship of Brookhaven.

Trevor Herring, Lord of Stagshill Castle
Bannermen of Baron Tarleton, considered on the sickly side, he was given Lordship of the Castle by his Father who went with King Richard, His organizational skills are an asset to the Baron.

Conrad Pennington, Lord of Eaglecliff Castle
Bannermen of Baron Tarleton, Son-in-law of Baron Tarlenton, was out of Country and missed out on going with King Richard, Serves his Military obligations as on of the Barons Officers.

Aaron Chandler, Lord of Wolfsrun Castle
Bannermen of Baron Tarleton, Bought his way out of the Crusade, preferring a Merchants life as opposed to Military, but pressed into service by the Baron. primarily serves as the Regiments supply Officer.

Horace Dyson, Lord of Cherrygrove Castle
Bannermen of Baron Tarleton, Granted Lordship by the Baron after his Father turned feeble minded after losing his two eldest Sons in during the previous Crusades.

Accepted Characters:

Spoiler: Robin Hood 

Name: Robin Hood

Title: Lord of Nottingham [Title removed by Prince John]

Profession: Man of Sherwood Forest, Protector of the People

Age: 28

Spoiler: Appearance: 

Weapon: Long bow and Quiver of Arrows, Family’s Sword, Dagger

Equipment/Personal Belongings: His horse [and tack], clothing, basic supplies [whetstone, bedroll, etc.] Mother’s Locket.

Personality: Adventurous, quick witted, and with a love for laughter. Robin Hood was serious about only a few things, the safety of Nottingham’s people. Chivalry and Honor. Never tolerating anything less than that when it came to those he held dear to him and for those wronged by the crown.

Background: Raised by a noble father and much loved mother. Robin was the only child of Lord and Lady Hood. Taught to protect Nottingham by the edge of the sword passed down from father to son for many generations. While never breaking the most important laws of love and honor. His family well respected by the people of Nottingham and nearby, it was a truly dark day when Lady Hood died of illness one harsh winter. Soon followed within a year’s time by his father who couldn’t bear the heartache of being without his wife.

Leaving their son, then just a man of 21, to rule in their absence. He did what he knew best, making sure the people were well taken care of even if it meant helping to plow the fields himself as “a man is only good as the people around him.” Years later; when Prince John began with his persistent ways to try and take what was Robin’s birthright. He refused to pay any more taxes than what was due to the crown rightfully. Knowing that each man and woman earned their coins and living by the very sweat and blood that was put into everything they did. While the Prince seemed to just expect the coins to fall into his greedy hands like raindrops in the spring.

So when he was kicked out of his family’s castle, title removed and forbidden to seek help from Nottingham. He only smiled at the Sheriff upon his departure, vowing that “The people and I will always win, for you are blinded by the Prince’s whip that he snaps from the throne that isn’t even his.”

Settling in a well secluded part of Sherwood Forest, the man lived off the land. Giving back to the people of Nottingham with fresh illegal game, and what coins he could reclaim from noble passers by. Always nearby to serve and protect his people and now all that are wronged by the crown.

William Thatcher

Kendra Dunbar

William 'Will' Scarlet

Aodh

Syeira

Tristan Guillory

Thomas Hunt

William de Windeval (Sheriff)

Bellatrice de Winter

[SikstaSlathalin]

Calling a spot.

[KnightsTemplar]

"Justice without force is powerless, Force without justice is tyrannical".

Name: William Thatcher
Title: N/A
Profession: Outlaw
Age:25
Appearance:



Weapon:
Longbow, sword and dagger.

Equipment/Personal Belongings:
horse, Leather Armor, tobacco pouch and pipe, clothes of various shades of green and brown depending on the season.

Personality:
To outsiders who dont know him, he tends to be quiet, reserve and observant, though self-confident in his abilities, he's not boisterous or display's in aire of bravado .most times his demeanor is taken as being aloof, Standoffish and with more than a measure of arrogance. He can, but rarely makes friends easily, but prefers to put his full trust only in those who prove worthy of it.To friends,he is attentive, kind and protective. Has a sense of responsibility and justice to those made less fortunate by Prince John's Taxations. Does not acquire wealth and skill for himself; he thinks of how the riches stolen from the wealthy can be put to better use for the Widowed and Orphaned. Though he prefers to seek a peaceful solution to problems, he's not hesitant to take up arms in defense of the weak and innocent, he's no push over for once engaged in combat he can be ruthless and overpowering, fully intent on winning.

Background:
To fullfill his Family's Fealty to their Lord, William served as a Knight in his Lords Army during the second Crusade. Due to illness and injuries his return home took longer then it should of and during that time, his Family, whom were granted some land by their Lord becuase of Williams faithful service, were forced from their land under the rouse of non payment of taxes by Prince John and his lackeys. William has since returned home to find himself landless and his Family dead due to sickness brought on from exposure to the elimates after many months of living homeless. Now William seeks way of making Prince Johnand those whom serve him miserable as much as he possible can, even dreams of one day killing Prince John.

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[Setsa]

Name: Kendra Dunbar

Title: Lady

Profession: Lady, Highland Warrior

Age: 26

Spoiler: Appearance: 

Weapon: Claymore, bow and quiver, dirks(2)

Equipment/Personal Belongings: Horse, clothes, traveling gear [bedroll, whetstone, etc..] Tartan, Hooded Cloak.

Spoiler: Family Tartan 

Personality: Intelligent and battle savvy, she could see her way around a problem where no others could. Honor held true, she has a fiery temper at times. Though only those that truly know her, realize how kind and loyal she is to the death. To her Highlands and those she hold dear.

Background:The Dunbars were no fools. Raised up to be a ruler and a warrior, she earned her respect with each passing year. On both the battle field protecting the highlands and in the castle as a respectable Lady when the time was of need. Both of her parents still alive and well, when word reached them of the troubles in England. Some which they experienced themselves, Lord and Lady Dunbar to let their daughter head out to Robin Hood's aid to represent the Highlanders. For their son was first heir to Dunbar, and as such, was already taking strides beside their father to lead the clan.

Though where she went so did her "protector", the two inseparable though why only they know. Though many outside of the Highlands found it curious a woman of her age and title was assumed unwed. Beware those who see her, and don't see the likes of him about. And beware the fools who challenge her honor, clan, or skills.

For one should never under estimate a Highlander, especially if they wish to live.

[BumblingBee]

This looks awesome!


Name: William 'Will' Scarlet

Title: Vagabond and General troublemaker

Profession: Thief

Age: 23

Appearance:

Spoiler: Will 

Will is of a tall slender build, with a lithe form. His skin is pale and without blemishes. Will's facial features are sharp and chissled. Stereotypically handsome even, a fact he will no doubt remind you of. For clothing he wears mainly darker garnments. A cloak, to conceal his identity of course, and a belt to hold his daggers and other various weapons usually remain a constant in his appearance.

Weapon: Will wields dual daggers, as he claims they keep him light on his feet. Other than that, just a few simple throwing knives.

Equipment/Personal Belongings: Will has no need of a horse, as he claims (Once again) he is swift enough on his own two feet. As for equipment he carries little to none, simply keeping the basics he needs to surrvive. One particular item he keeps close however is a ring. It hold no real value other than sentimental, it once belonged to his Father, Will has always kept it close.

Personality: In a nutshell, Will is a cocky, vain, showy-off little brat. But his heart's in the right place. He loves no-one more than he loves himself. With an ego the size of England, Will is almost always showing off, be it trying to win the heart of a fair maiden or just entertaining the crowd. At heart he's a performer, and loves to make a show of everything. Oh, as long as he's the main star of course.

Background: Not much is known of Wills background. For he has never told anyone to this day.

Just because no-one knows his past however, doesn't mean he hasn't got a reputation. Whereas Robin Hood may steal and give to the poor, Will Scarlet steals and gives to, himself. And why wouldn't he with a face that angelic? Known throughout Nottingham as a notorious thief and troublemaker, Will practically always has a bounty on his head. The word is though, the thief has his eyes set on Robin Hood. For what reason though, no-one knows.

[Setsa]

Accepted Knights and Caoimhe

I also must applaud the twist to Will Scarlet.

[BumblingBee]

Why thank you

[SikstaSlathalin]

Name: Syeira
Title: The Gypsy Blade
Profession: Sell-sword and Roamer
Age: 26
Appearance:

Spoiler: Syeira 

A Romanian of healthy stock, Syeira is 6'0 and weighs a strong yet curvy 150lbs. Years of protecting herself from bigots and fools, and being a wanderer have carved her into a pillar of lithe quick reacting muscle. Her eyes are a golden brown and her black hair is kept short but generally messy. Her skin is a healthy dusky brown. Usually seen in the outfit above she does own some prettier things when the situation calls for it.

Weapon: The 4 foot German long sword and 6 foot Flamberge in the pic. She also carries these daggers. And while she's not very good at it she also has a simple Yew hunting bow she uses for that exact purpose.

Equipment/Personal Belongings: In the satchel at her hip she carries flint and steel, poisons and poison ingredients, a couple of flasks of Absinthe, some fishing line, a few hooks, and weights. She sleeps in a wool forest green hammock which doubles as her travelling cloak when it's cold.

Personality: Though her name means "Princess", nothing about Syeira says pretty pink damsel locked away in a tower waiting for her Prince Charming. She's a firm believer in if you can't take care of yourself, then no one else should be expected to unless you're some kind of child. She hates Tyrants and the arrogant, too bad for Prince John he's both.

Spoiler: Background 

Born in the back of a wagon on some heavily wooded back road, Syeria was said to be one of the most beautiful babies born that year. Being the daughter of their leader it made some sense, but she never liked the comparison. To her all her people are beautiful, even her Grandmother with her jagged features and toothless mouth.

From a young age she was never one to sit down and learn the duties of girls. She needed to see the sun and feel the wind, she was outside whenever she could manage to sneak away. Armed with a pair of daggers she was given for a birthday she would go out and pretend she was some warrior wandering out of a kingdom of a forgotten people to discover just how the world had changed since last they ventured into it. It gave her family gray hairs, but it was fun at the time, the fun continued until she was reaching the end of Adolescence and still unwed. Now to her people this was unheard of and bordering on shameful. Now young girl was unwed at nineteen, in fact most had been married for fives years and had two or three kids. Syeria just couldn't bare the idea of giving up her sword for swaddling clothes. Even with women having most of the power in the Romani Community, she just couldn't see herself with a pregnant belly.

She fought with her parents often and eventually everything exploded out and Syeria found herself an outcast at 21 with no family, no place to live, and only her daggers to protect her. At first it hurt, but as it sank in she let it be locked away in her heart and became the typical wandering Gypsy. She knew enough about the usual Gypsy skills to make a living as a Fortune Teller, Alchemist, and Guide. These jobs took her all over Europe and she picked up skills and treasures that helped her forget about being an outcast. Two of them she still carries, her swords. She gained both of these masterpieces of combat while in Germany. She was working as a Sword-for-hire to some Lord that was in too many dark deeds to worry about some "dark-skinned Gypsy" tagging along. For this particular dark deed she and some of the other Sell-swords were recovering some "stolen heirloom" from a Lord away on the Crusades. Syeria knew it was all a lie, but she wanted the money. It was a simple thing right up until they arrived at the gates of the Lord's Estates. Apparently he had come back from the crusades and brought his whole garrison with him, they tried diplomacy and bribery. Neither worked, but deception was always an option for Sell-swords. Waiting for nightfall they climbed over the wall and crept their way into the lord's house, it was all silent, but you learn never to cheer until you're outside and have the coin in your hand. They were mere feet away from their goal when a Sell-sword, forgetting what they were after decided to pick the pocket of a sleeping guard. Too bad the guard wasn't really sleeping and too bad the thief was a really bad pickpocket.

The man sounded the alarm and soon the German Lord and his Mercenaries were fighting their way out of the house killing any who got in their way. Numbers were not in their favor though, at the end it was only Syeria and the Lord left and he was the victim of a sword cleaving most of his arm from his body. He died before they reached the wall, now the Gypsy wasn't what could be called the sentimental type. But she liked the Lord and thought his family would like to have his swords back as mementos. So after taking what she was owed in coin and unclasping the swords she ran for her life from the Lord's Soldiers. Taking to the woods and remembering the lessens her family taught her she found her way back to the German's House and presented the blades to his good wife.
Only problem was, she wasn't very happy to see them. She had been growing sick of the Lord's criminal life and was glad to see him gone, she gave the blades back to Syeria and slammed the door in her face.

With that done the woman found herself in some good money and planned to live it up in merry old London, sadly the English don't like the idea of an armed Gypsy having money. She was victimized by the Tax Collectors and in a matter of weeks found herself right back to poor and hungry. It didn't stop there though, poor as she is she was still a heavily armed Gypsy Woman roaming around a "civilized" man's world. She found herself under attack by everyone she came across even when she wasn't armed. And of course the taxman never forgot her, it soon grew too much. Fleeing with what she could she followed the stories of Robin Hood and joined the ranks of his Brigands.