Thread: Las Espadas del Amor (Mr. Fox & Goddess)

A long time ago in the lands of Spanish controlled California in the early 19th century came a legend from the Pueblo de Los Angeles. It was the legend of El Zorro, the fox, who rode in the night to right the wrongs imposed by the corrupt. Thus over the next few years, everyone in the whole of California knew of the masked, expert swordsman who defended the people from injustice. One thing is certain when you see the sign of the Z know well that it stands for Zorro! Don Diego de la Vega was a tall handsome man, about six feet 180 cm tall with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. Diego would also be described as a proper nobleman. He comes from a wealthy family and is highly educated. Several years ago, he even attended a university abroad in Spain becoming well versed in the humanities and philosophy. Hence when he returned his father was very proud of him except for the part about Diego's opposition to action. He even went so far as to convince the people of Los Angeles, that he was the most inept swordsman in all of California. Little did they know, but Don Diego was actually the dashing expert swordsman, horseman and marksman, Zorro. In fact, while he lived in Spain Diego had learned how to fence from one of Spain greatest masters. With the help of his mute servant Bernardo who pretends to be deaf as well so he can eavesdrop for Diego and his horse Toronado, Diego was able to make the concept of Zorro a reality. Eventually, Diego's father Alejandro de la Vega realized that his son was indeed Zorro. At first, he hid his knowledge of this from Diego, but as time passed on Alejandro admitted his knowledge and pledged to provide aid to the cause in Diego's future endeavors as Zorro. Don Diego lives at his father Alejandro's estate, which is a large Spanish styled adobe building with a walled courtyard. The main level contained a large living room that led off to such amenities as a library, kitchen, dining room and wine cellar. To get to the upper level where the bed rooms were, one would have to walk outside to the courtyard and take the stair case up to the second floor balcony. It was on this balcony which one could access the bedrooms. There was also a secret passage way, hidden behind a false wall in Diego's bedroom, which was built several generations ago as a precaution against raids by the natives. It also has another point of access behind a book case in the living room and also had peep holes in various parts of the house. The passage way then leads out to a cave that exits out into an open field. Diego's Zorro supplies and Zorro's horse Toronado are kept here. Now that the awkwardly written background information is out of the way, on to the actual rping. It was a very warm, summer afternoon at the De la Vega estate. As it was still rather warm, Diego had chosen to sit out in the courtyard under the shade of the balcony, rather than stay inside to be roasted by the heat. At least outside he could get a cooling cross breeze as the wind rolled across the grassy ranch lands the De la Vega's own. For leisurely entertainment, Diego strummed a tune on his guitar and sang to himself while leaning back in relaxation. This was truly the best way to relax on a hot day aside from sitting at a riverbank sipping a glass of wine. Suddenly, Diego heard the heavy clops of horse hooves pounding down against the dry soil of the dirt roads. By the sound of it, Diego concluded it was likely a carriage being pulled by a pair of horses that stopped just outside the front gate of the court yard. As the wooden gate swung open Alejandro's figure became visible. The servant, Bernardo followed closely behind carrying a bag of flour. Setting aside his guitar, Diego stood up to greet them. Ah father, how was the trip into town? I assume you were able to successful negotiate the purchase of some of our cattle. Pausing so he could point at Bernardo, he added, I see you also picked up some supplies as well. After Alejandro made his way over to Diego he answered, It was very profitable Diego. I sold over a hundred head of cattle and I also met a new neighbor of ours. As you have heard, a family from Spain has bought up a large amount of land around Los Angeles. I had the privileged to meet Don Sandoval, the head of the family while I was in town. Turning around, Alejandro motioned to Bernardo to go a head and start taking things inside. After looking back to Diego, he smiled and added, Well out of generosity I invited him and his family over here tonight to hold a small welcoming party in their honor. There is also a treat for you as well Diego. Don Sandoval informed me he had a beautiful daughter around your age. It would be nice if you get to know her, she is of good blood after all. Diego listened intently to his father's depiction of his trip into town, letting a smile slip across his face when his father mentioned the daughter. Father, truly you jest. We have not even met the girl and you are already pushing me to get to know her. You always say this whenever you have the chance to present me to another one of the wealthy land owner's marriageable daughters. I believe this is the twelfth time since I have come back from Spain, Diego replied laughing slightly. He knew his father always liked to joke about him marrying another one of the neighboring Don's daughters, but with the frequency of Alejandro's suggestions, Diego began to believe his father trying to get him to settle down one of these days. Anyway Diego, take Bernardo and ride to Los Angeles. I told Don Sandoval that I would be sending you back to town to so that you could escort his family to our home. Now get ready and go meet them, you wouldn't want to be late and set a bad impression, Alejandro said as he waved Diego off. Mounting a horse, Diego waited for Bernardo before the two headed off to Los Angeles. It was a rather long trip by horse back as it took about an hour to ride leniently across the hot plains to get to Los Angeles from the ranch. Before he knew it, Diego and Bernardo arrived in the central plaza of Los Angeles. Diego looked about from the back of his horse to try and pick out someone who would fit his father's description of Don Sandoval. Whispering to Bernardo, so that no one would see him talking to his supposedly deaf, mute servant he asked, So Bernardo, do you see Don Sandoval?