[OTW] Off-Topic Wednesday: Sci-fi/Fantasy meme~

[talks_to_nisse]

Instructions!
A) Post with your character
B) Someone else will roll 1-15 on The Random Number Generator and comment to you

Comments

Eh, for the hell of it, let's have some genderbend

[talks_to_nisse]

Siri groaned as she fought her way back to consciousness. Her mind felt fogged, hazy, and she could barely twitch her fingers.

Drugs, then. Nothing she could do until they wore off.

She groaned again as she considered her predicament. It was all so stupid. How could she have been drugged? There were safeguards upon safeguards for that. And she didn't know what her captors hoped to obtain. Though she was unblindfolded, what little she could see of her room told her nothing.

Biting back a curse, she tried to will her muscles back to work. Whoever had taken her would quickly find out they failed to capture a proper little princess.

[ketchupkaper]

It only took the kitchen boy a few moments to notice the beautiful princess from the north disappear from the ball. He had only been glancing at her the whole night, for she was the prettiest thing he'd seen walk through the front doors that entire night. Though he was fairly certain she did not even know he existed.

Curiously, he stuck a head out of one of the more inconspicuous exits in the ballroom and sure enough - tracks! Hoofprints from the horse of a stranger who appeared to be far too eager to leave.

After many attempts to win the trust of one of the palace horses in the nearby stables, he eventually settled on the kindly yet homely mule and sped off in search of this stranger in hopes of finding Siri.

It wasn't before long he found a small cottage in the middle of the forest, one that was very strategically placed upon a cliffside, surrounded by sharp rocks. "Well friend," He said, patting the old mule as he dismounted. "This must be it. Thanks for the lift."

With a gulp, Marcello began his climb.

[talks_to_nisse]

Siri cursed as she struggled against her bonds. True, the drugs had worn off enough so she could regain and maintain consciousness, but that was about all she could do. Her muscles were weak and resisted movement, making what should be the simple task of reaching her knife and freeing herself much more difficult.

Panting, she forced herself to stop. This wasn't going anywhere, and even if she were able to free herself at this moment, that was all she would be able to do. Better to be tied and presumed completely helpless should her captors return than unbound yet unable to move.

Instead, she wrangled herself into a sitting position. Using the wall, she managed to inch herself over to the window, collapsing against it in order to hopefully determine where she had been spirited off to.

[ketchupkaper]

The kitchen boy wasn't very well-trained for this kind of thing, and kept stopping for breath. He gazed up at the cottage desperately. It always seemed to be just out of reach. Oh! But there! He could've sworn he saw the face of the princess in one of the windows now