Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

[Dragongal]

"Well, you found what you love, and your dresses are nothing short of works or art. I can't blame you for just keeping some men as nightly company. It does get lonely, being a vampire. I admit that I got really lucky." She smiled a bit and leaned back against the rock wall a bit more.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Camilla nodded with a smile, glad she didn't come off as a whore. "Well, either way, I wish you best of luck in your wedlock with Callum. Just do me a favor and never let him do too much crazy things. He was horribly into pastries as a child."

 

[Dragongal]

Hours later, as Callum lounged around lazily after having eaten far more than his fill, a spirit decided that it was time to act. A man dressed in clothes quite fashionable a few centuries ago walked through the wall Callum faced, shaking his head indignantly. "Such a child you are. But I suppose one can't blame a child for acting his nature."

 

[Solar Daddy]

Under normal circumstances, Callum would've jumped out of his seat and screamed a thousand octaves above his average. Luckily though, his fullness had slowed down his reaction time - enough that by the time he could've freaked out, or cared, he was able to remember that he could talk to spirits. "Who are you calling a child? At least I'm not so old that I died."

 

[Dragongal]

"Perhaps not, but I didn't die of old age. And if I may remind you of the first thing you did in power without the restraint of your companion? Pastries. You're a warlord, Cross, you could do almost anything and that is your choice?" The ghost shook his head. "I care for this old place. To me, even your father was a child. But you can hear me. I've been around hundreds of years, and I can walk through walls, I can be anywhere I wish to - I knew that rebellion was coming before Balder was captured. I knew of the demon throwing that man through he library wall before the demon was summoned. Let me help you, M'Lord,my experience and abilities would prove useful.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum raised an eyebrow as he looked over the ghost with a disapproving look. "How exactly would you help?" He asked, not trusting the spirit too much. "After all, my job is to send you back to where you belong."

 

[Dragongal]

The ghost chuckled amiably. "Yes, but I can see enemy movements from above, sit in on meetings, I can advise since I've lived centuries longer than you. I can be anywhere you want me to be in a moment, and nobody would know - isn't that useful?"

 

[Dragongal]

The ghost chuckled amiably. "Yes, but I can see enemy movements from above, sit in on meetings, I can advise since I've lived centuries longer than you. I can be anywhere you want me to be in a moment, and nobody would know - isn't that useful?"

 

[Solar Daddy]

"That's true..." He said and took a moment to scratch the stubble he didn't bother to shave. "Fine, you give me information and I'll let you stay in the castle."

 

[Dragongal]

"Happily, M'Lord," the ghost said with a grin, thinking on how Gallium had said similar many years ago.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum soon stood up. "Anything to inform me of at this moment?" He asked the ghost. "And, what do I call you?"

 

[Dragongal]

"At the moment? I have reason to believe that there may be another uprising,so you should gain more allies. As for my name, you may call me simply your Steward." He bowed low and acted meek and humble. It was an excellent performance.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum smiled at the bow, being the ultimate show of him being more powerful than the Steward. "I shall do exactly that then. Thank you, sir."

 

[Dragongal]

Two weeks later, Steward was almost constantly by Callum's side, and advising him in just about everything, as Callum requested. A few people were hailed for conspiring in another coup, and a few new tentative alliances had been made. As Callum sat on his throne, Steward said, "M'Lord, the wife of the man you jailed for conspiracy is currently spreading angry slander about your name, since she claims her husband is innocent. What do you want to do with her?"

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum had seemed to grow more and more dependent on the Steward, who had been the replacement of Emmalia while she was gone. He felt that he'd get rid of him the second Emmalia was back, as he wouldn't need another adviser with her around. Either way, the Steward was the best he had at the time. "What do you think I should do with her?" He asked.

 

[Dragongal]

The Steward shrugged. "Well it's up to you, M'Lord, but I would say have her jailed. Perhaps with her husband, or across from him, if you're feeling merciful."

 

[Solar Daddy]

"Well as you've said, merciful only shows people I'm soft." Callum said, thinking for a moment. "Send the girl to a prison as far away as possible. At the very least a prison at the end of our controlled territory, at the most - the west of Trulane." He had been making tough decisions rather easy with the Steward at his side.

 

[Dragongal]

"Very good, M'Lord. I'm sure your people will comply happily." Before his people had served. Now they complied.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum nodded his head. "Thank you, sir. I much admire having you on my side to help calculate these things." Cal felt almost crazy being without Emmalia for so long, and was glad to have the Steward to fill the gap. "Is there any more matters to discuss?"

 

[Dragongal]

"That's all for the moment, m'Lord," Steward said with a kind smile that hid his dark glee.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum nodded his head and scratched his growing beard. To the Stewards wonderful advisement, beard make a man look older and, because of this, wiser. Callum had been working on it from day one to keep up his regal, menacing appearance. Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Callum had gotten increasingly more forceful with his garrisons and guards to bring down crimes and show how his army ensured Cal couldn't be touched. The liking to himself had gone down rather considerably since Emmalia's absence, but almost everything else was skyrocketing in success.

 

[Dragongal]

As promised, Emmalia had sent letters every day, but she never received one from Callum, and he received only two of hers, the first one she sent and one a week later. All others the Steward had intercepted - a gust of wind blew it from the mail bag, the ink was too smeared to see who it was to be sent to, etc. Her letters that he did receive told of the wonderful time she was having and how much she missed him. Those two, Steward couldn't intercept.

When Emmalia returned, it was with excitement and concern. She couldn't understand why Callum hadn't sent her a letter, but since there didn't seem to be any damage to the castle, Callum was likely okay, and Emmalia couldn't wait to see him.

She stepped out of the carriage, and both she and Camilla received glares from the servants. Emmalia thought it was odd, but nothing more. Walking into the castle, she found similar things. But her focus was on something else: why didn't Callum come out to see her?

The Steward was saying, "M'Lord, you've gained considerable power in a mere month's time!truly you are a much better warlord than your father ever was, you just needed to see your potential."

Seconds after Steward had finisbed, Emmalia walked into the throne room in her usual armor. She grinned at the sight of Callum, but she could tell something was off - especially the beard. Nevertheless, she couldn't hide her excitement. "Cal! Gods, I've missed you. I can't wait to tell you all about it!"

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum turned at the sound of Emmalia's voice cutting through the conversation he had going on with Steward. Part of him was ready to throw out everything he had taught Cal - seeing Em brought a fire to his heart only her love could put out. Still though, Callum knew by the Stewards advice to not show much emotion when in sight of servants and people of power. So, he stood still, almost like a stone, glaring at Emmalia across the distance until she approached. "Welcome back, Emmalia." He nodded to Camila. "I cannot wait to hear of your adventures."

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia paused at the edge of the dias and cocked her head to the side. "Cal... are you okay? Did something happen? I never got any letters from you and I was worried sick.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum raised his hand to stop her from talking momentarily. "Everything's fine Emmalia, I'll speak to you in our private quarters." He turned to Steward for any sign of approval from him.