Fantasy Our Kingdom Has Fallen ~ IC

[Luminescent]

Montgomery Grey

Montgomery had been serving Soris for the morning, and he had yet to catch a break. He followed Soris into the dining hall with haste, for if he were to fall behind or trip up, he would surely be executed. His life meant nothing in the eyes of royalty. It had been a while since he had laid eyes on the royal children. He was always taken aback by their beauty. Each of them so breath-taking in their own way. So magnificent and graceful, even the young ones.

When he stepped foot in the dining hall, he was immediately surprised at the chaos that was occurring in the room. Soris wasn't going to be pleased. He had seemed to be in a particularly grumpy mood that morning. Or maybe that was just his personality. Either way, there was no way he would be satisfied with the state of the dining hall. Not only that, but one of the younger girls was sitting in his chair. The moment he laid eyes on the girl in the chair, the room fell silent. A crisp, stifling silence that consumed him. All he could do was stare at the poor child. He knew there was no good was coming her way.

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Rosette Harcourt

Rosie returned to her seat with a frown. She had been having so much fun with Aaliyah. A few moments after she sat down, a dark figure appeared in the doorway to the dining hall. A figure that she didn't know all too well, but she knew it meant something bad. He stepped into her view, and she immediately recognized his face. She couldn't stand the sight of it, she thought he was so ugly.

She could feel the tension in the room immediately when he walked in, and it didn't help that the room went silent. Why? Why was no one talking? She saw Becca sitting in Soris' chair, and knew that it wasn't good. She wasn't capable of putting it together in her brain what exactly was occurring in that moment, but she knew that it couldn't be good. Soris would be mad if he saw Becca lounging in his seat. Wouldn't he? Oh yes, so angry.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her own voice. It almost felt like she wasn't the one speaking. The words just flew out of her mouth with no thought required. She didn't have a developed sense of self-control like her older siblings, and perhaps that was why she said what she said. Either way it was too late now. This tension in the air was broken. Not only was she speaking, she was shouting.

"Becca! Get out of the chair! That's for the ugly man!"

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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

When she heard Azalea speak Soris' name, followed by hearing the evil man's quietened voice, Meredith froze on the spot for a moment. Her back was still turned to Soris as she tended to Kale. Seeing the toddler was content and mesmerised by the king's presence, she stepped away from the child and away from the dining table. She walked to towards the wall where the guards and other servants waited until they were told to help. She didn't want to risk being told off for being out of place. She glanced to Magnus and Xander, reassured by their presence despite knowing they couldn't stop Soris. Her eyes then fixed on Bella who was sat in the king's seat. Meredith's heart stopped as she began to fear for the poor girl. Then, Rosie shouted out for Becca to get out of the chair, followed by insulting Soris himself. Meredith felt sick and as she tried to hold back her emotions, she began to tremble and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn't bear it if the children were punished.
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[SilverSkyWolf]

Wren knew that Soris wouldn't allow them to start eating until he said so, Soris liked being in control, but Wren he didn't care. He grabbed a piece of bread and nibbled on it slowly while staring at Soris with hatred: a smart act of rebellion.

Wren didn't know how the king would react to Lea sitting in his chair but it probably wouldn't be good. Soris was seemingly charismatic and handsome, with silky black hair and a smooth, wise voice; the scary thing was you could never tell what he was thinking. Wren didn't know whether him picking up to toy was due to anger or anything else, but the man was scary. When there Wren had looked into his eyes he'd broken out into a cold sweat, after all he was responsible for their parent's death, his sword-teacher's death, and the children's situation of being toyed with.

More than fear though was hatred, so Wren kept on staring as if to say,
"I'll kill you one day." Because if he ever had a sword and was near Soris he would stab him with no hesitations.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Sellinous Barnou

Sellinous moved through the hall as the arguing young ones left. He let out a sigh, shakir his head. Those two were going to get Soris on their ass, he knew. It was their own damn faults, but he knew he'd try and help them anyways. Anything to resist the bastard Soris, after all. Never had he seen anyone as... empty as Soris, except perhaps the old Field Marshall he served under during the civil war. The two were eerily similar, he thought. It was a good thing they had lost, of Sorris might have found a capable ally in the old noble commander. He had been unable to hide his satisfaction when the man had been executed. Even though he had followed the man's every command, he hated him. He wished that back then, he had only had the will to disobey. Now, he had more than plenty of will to resist. He had nearly nothing to lose now, after all.

He took his position in the hall, watching chaos quickly develop. As much as he wanted to help, he knew Soris would arrive any second now, and he didn't wish to risk anything. Soris seemed a lot more willing to execute the guard, or anyone other than the royal family. He couldn't help the children, or his countrymen in Dwalip if he was dead. He watched Soris stride in, and his little fiasco of picking up Azalea's watch. He already knew who it had belonged to. Cal had been one of his better soldiers, and it had hurt to see his death. But that's what service was. People died in war, true it was, but Soris forcing that girl to murder him wasn't war. It was the same, raw cruelty that he had seen before, from his old commander.

 

[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston

Magnus stiffened once Soris had arrived. The air felt heavy, almost as if he was drowning under the pressure of the King. He had guarded hundreds of breakfasts with the King's presence and every time he could not shake off this feeling. He wasn't one for words but his throat clogged up as if filled with water and yet his mouth was as dry as a desert.

Magnus breathed a breath of relief once he saw not only Meredith lining up with the others but the children had finally settled down. Magnus was incredibly uncomfortable in his current position but he knew if he moved even an inch, the king would not hesitate to have him killed. Magnus didn't mind getting killed if it meant a chance at piercing the kings dark and corrupted heart but, he wanted to see his dreams of a revolution through. His armor shone with the now morning sun filtering through the gaps of the curtains.

He held his breath for what was to come... Breakfast....

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Soris's eyes drank in the sight of Jonah and Becca, his face was completely expressionless, other then an odd spark of what...familiarity? If it was, it had dissapeared so quickly Azalea didn't know if she had seen it at all. She glanced at the servant with interest and curiosity. Maybe Soris was jealous with his good looks and muscles. Probably not.

Snap out of it, woman!

Both Azalea and Soris's head snapped to the spot where Rosie was sitting as she insulted Soris. Her blood ran cold and she felt her heart sink in her chest. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of Wren chewing on his bread, daring Soris to act.

No no no. Not them. Not her siblings.

Azalea snatched the basket of bread from Wren's grasp, shooting him a glare that told him to knock it off. Her attention flicked back to Soris. Azalea glanced around for a solution, he'd mind raced for something to distract him.

"I wonder," said Soris, snapping his cloak behind him as he swept to Rosie, "If you like toys, Miss Rosette?"

He didn't wait for an answer as he began to walk around the dining table, his hand brushed the top of Kale's head before he stopped behind Prudence, "I like toys, I find them entertaining. Intriguing, almost lively. But in the end, they are just toys." Soris said in a calm, quiet voice, plucking a flower petal from Prudence's wreath with his long, delicate fingers before continuing on around the table.

Azalea's fingers dug painfully into her already red palms.

He stopped at his own chair Becca was injured in. He kneeled so they were eye to eye. "But what use to me is a broken toy, hmm?" He tapped her nose before straighting, his cloak rippling straight behind him, Azalea felt as if she was gonna throw up. If he harmed them...

He walked behind Azalea's chair, where she instantly tensed and didn't dare look at him, praying he'd walk past her chair. But of course he didn't. Because he was Soris for gods sake. What was the fun in anything if he couldn't torture it?

"I will tell you, my lady," Soris said, suddenly right in her ear as he leaned down and brushed a dark wave behind her ear. Azalea fought the urge to flinch but she clenched her jaw and kept her gaze straight. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her weak. "I have none." He whispered.

Azalea stood up just as Soris disappeared from behind her seat had reappeared from behind Rosie's seat.

"Rosie!" Azalea screamed in horror and shock as Soris grabbed Rosie by the collar of her small dress and threw her at the window behind him.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The glass shattering as Rosie's body hit the window, but didn't stop. Azalea sprinting for the window in a desperatevahd pitiful attempt to save her as Rosie went flying out the window. Anybody to fall from that height would be dead on impact.

Rosie was dead.

Azalea let out a heart wrenching scream as she ran for the window, in fact, it almost looked as if Azalea was going to keep running, and jump out the window after her little sister. In the back of her mind she knew her sister was gone, but not able to see through her grief, Azalea looked as if she was about to dive out the window after her.




((AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS POST KILLED ME. Don't worry, me and Luminescent planned this.))
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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Lawrence Mandert

The column of soldiers in Dwalipan gray marched down the cliffside path, rifles at their shoulders. They were in no hurry, making their way to the rendezvous point. After all, the mysterious informant the captain spoke of apparently had all day to wait, and at the rate this path was letting them go, it might just take that long. He hoped not. The captain was quiet about the network of informants they had working, other than the fact they were Travians. Not surprising, but also worrying. Travians seemed to specialize in sneaking around and stealing. No wonder why they'd be spies for the army. Lawrence felt.. troubled by it though. The poor nation wasn't exactly known for producing people of high moral quality, or of any particular loyalty. These spies could have been bought by the foes of Crelakor, after all. But, they had all heard the news a while back, that the National Congress had signed a deal with a council of the leaders of the Travian rebel bands. The two nations would fight together in their resistance against Crelakor, despite their former dislike of one another.

He shook his head with a sigh as he continued his way down the hill. If the captain trusted them, he would too, he supposed. The old man, Captain Droden Kyrt, was a veteran of the civil war. He wasn't in his physical prime, but he had a level head new recruits like them lacked, and he possessed a natural talent for leadership. It took what he thought to be half an hour to reach the bottom of the hill, finding themselves in a forest clearing, a small shack before them, crouched between two massive boulders. A man and a woman stood out front, watching them. Before any of them had thought of any reaction, the captain mumbled an "at ease, soldiers."

The man was tall and slender, a pale, angular face visible under his green cloak. Two swords hung at his sides, a longbow strapped to his back. The man's gaze was uncomfortable, so Lawrence looked away, eyeing his companion, who proved much easier on the eyes. She had olive-toned skin and black hair, accompanied by a warm smile. She sat against the wall of the stack, arms crossed behind her head. "About time you lot showed up," the woman chuckled as she stood, making her way over. "Ah, Droden! Been a while! Got yourself a group of so-" her greeting was cut off by the man.

"Ramira, quiet." The man ordered, voice stern. Ramira merely shrugged, her lips turning to a pout. "Anyways," the man said, clearing his throat. "Soldiers, your target is the Gunnand Communications Outpost. It is key to enemy communications in this region, but due to the enemy's belief that they need only worry about the front lines, it is only lightly protected. It is a small complex of five wooden structures, surrounded by a wooden fence. It's garrisson consists of twenty men, only half of whom being soldiers. They are equipped with Crelakorian muskets, so I don't think you have much to worry about. Any questions?"

He received no response from the gathered soldiers. There were twenty of them, excluding the captain, so they themselves had little doubt of their success. Always paid to be cautious though, for Soris himself had appeared in the past, hindering rebel advances if not killing them utterly.

"You've got quite the attentive bunch, dead Droden," Ramira chuckled, nodding her head. "I wish I could come along, but command has issued me a new mission in Relandra itself, and I think I best start my travel now, if I wish to make it in time. Especially since I'll be working within Soris' new capital city."

Lawrence raised an eyebrow. Relandra was tightly controlled by Soris, since he ruled from its capital now. He hoped this cocky Travian girl was as skilled as she chuckled portrayed herself, otherwise she could end up jeopardizing their entire resistance.

"Men, move out!" The captain ordered, as the column marched on through the woods, approaching the outpost ahead. The defenders would be ill prepared for an attack, and every soldier under Droden's command knew that for a fact.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Lex Harcourt

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Lex simply stared forward, his eyes unchanged as he heard the glass. What was happening? Why was everyone so... scared? Lex would be curious if the observations of his notes did not advise him to fail to act. There was nothing he could do. He simply waited. On the edge of his mind, the shadow grumbled. Lex stretched his neck as he looked around at his devastated siblings. After all, he predicted this moment without any clue of fate itself. He knew what happened, his little sister fell to her death. He knew that without looking; he roughly understood the ground the palace was built upon. The silence pleased him, his thoughts rang throughout his mind clearly. The grumbles of shadow only provided the reference to the outstretched feeling Lex captured. A feeling that truly wasn't and as the others, stuck inside of his mind. He felt something close, and while the others trembled in sadness, Lex whistled. He wasn't sure why. He could hear shadow screaming at him to stop, but Lex knew all it conveyed was nothing. The true emotion the song layered on the listener lingered inside of his body as everything that happens. He stayed still, not moving. It was clear Soris was doing nothing to him, even the mage king himself could not penetrate Lex yet, if at all. The song birthed within his mind, lingering in his heart as a reactor. The released emotion reburied itself. The prison released a little, but it was not broken. His whistling continued, as ghastly as before. The shadow warped forward to Lex, inside of his mind.
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"What is the point of this? Didn't we agree that we shouldn't attract attention to ourselves?"

Lex let his inner image turn to the shadow, "What is your name?"

"Does it matter?" It giggled.

"A name matters."

"I don't have one. Never have since we fractured apart, since you denied me. Shouldn't you be observing Soris?"

"Am. You are Xel."

The shadow nodded, humming to the tune Lex whistled in the common world, "Because I am you backward."

"Because we are inverses, everything that is real has an inverse. You prove my existence."

Xel laughed "The fragments that design this new world is neat. That "Soris" is an interesting machine."

"He is like me, maybe he is one of us?" Lex stepped forward to Xel.

"Maybe, but I am disappointed I only have ten now. Though Lex, you refuse to listen to me when I tell you somethings. They'll soon leave you behind. Nothing will come back to you, it's just me and you."

Lex muttered, "That isn't so bad."

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[Luminescent]

Rosette Harcourt

Rosie's smile faded away as Soris spoke to her. His words were painful yet his voice was so smooth. Snake-like. He moved in such a slow, slithering way, like a lion hunting it's prey. She was unable to move, she was unable to speak. All she could manage was to stare at him, wide-eyed as he paced around the table. He moved closer to her and with every inch, the knot in her stomach tightened. He was like something straight from a nightmare. No one said anything, no one stood up. As he crept closer to her, she felt completely and utterly helpless. Alone. She remembered this feeling from the night her parents were killed. No one was going to save her now.

She closed her eyes in fear and suddenly he was behind her seat. Her whole body went stiff, she was petrified with fear. Not a second later, his long, spindly fingers wrapped around her collar and she was flying through the air. She let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling, soul-crushing scream. Her fragile body shattered the glass behind her and suddenly she was falling.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling.

Her scream never stopped until her body hit the ground. Her last memories were that of pain, horror, and helplessness.

And then there were eleven.

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(uh.. don't know how I'm supposed follow that up... but here goes)

Montgomery Grey

Montgomery's breath was taken away as he saw the young child fall to her death. He gasped loudly and ran to the window.

"Oh-Oh my god, Rosette! Oh my god! No, no, no!"

He was reduced to tears as he knelt in the glass shards. He hadn't seen many deaths since Soris took over. This sent his mind soaring back to that night. He couldn't push the memory away, it was playing on repeat on the back of his eyelids. His mother and father. The only good thing he had in the entire world, taken from him in one bloody instant. The shock, the horror, the anger all came flooding back to him.

He leaned over the window and he stared down at her lifeless body. She was surrounded by horrified servants. They were screaming and sobbing at her side. He couldn't stand the sight but he couldn't look away. He was in petrifying shock. He didn't know what to do or how to feel.

Out of nowhere there was a whistle. Was someone whistling? He whipped around to see Lex sitting calmly, whistling a tune. Was he insane?! His younger sister had just fallen to her death and he had the audacity to hum a tune? He stood up from the broken glass, and yelled out to Lex with a tear-stained face.

"Are you mad?! Are you insane?! Rosie just fell out of the window!! Are you seriously whistling?"

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[madame moiselle]

Princess Rebecca 'Becca' L. Harcourt

The moment she died, I did too. They just forgot to bury me. Becca Harcourt

Her heart stopped.

Of course, not for forever. But Becca wished it was. Because the moment she witnessed Rosie fall, it was Mama and Papa all over again.
Becca felt her heart crack just bit more, just like it had the second she saw her parents' heads roll down on the floor. Blown to bits by shock, Becca vaguely marveled at how amazing it is that the heart makes no sound when it cracks. The world slowed down once more, and Becca heard herself cry out Rosie's name, though the cry seemed so distant and far. She heard the beating of her heart---rapid even when her world had suddenly slowed to a crawl. Becca scrambled to reach her sweet little sister in time, for once forgetting about her injury. However, the moment she placed her foot down, the immediate, bitter agony made her scream out in pain and before she knew it, she was falling.

Falling into Jonah's arms, that is.

The servant had impressive rapid reflexes, and instead of feeling the cold, hard welcome of the floor, she felt the strong, well-built arms of Jonah catch her, supporting her in an instant. The pain lessened, and Becca raised her eyes to see Rosie fall, her screams reverberating inside Becca's mind, forever etched in her memory.
No, she thought, the grief overwhelming her. No, not another one...Soris killed her...Rosie..
Becca felt as if she were about to faint, just like she did at witnessing her parents' executions. Lea's heart-wrenching cry snapped her out of it, and Becca watched in horror as Lea tore after Rosie, looking as if she was ready to dive after her herself. Becca felt Jonah lay her on the ground gently. She watched him in a state of confusion and shock, as he headed straight for Lea, noticing that she looked as if she was about to jump. He wrapped his arms around her and tore her away from the window, struggling to keep his grip on her as she fought back, trying to reach the window one last time, just to see Rosie one last time...

Becca felt herself crumble and crack in all this turmoil. Dear Monty was at the window, shamelessly crying, mourning the loss of the sweet little girl. Becca heard the whistling as well, and watched, immobilized as Monty stood up to confront the whistler, who was none other than Lex. Becca gave her older brother a look of pure perplexion and disbelief.
How dare he?


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(Will post Jonah's P.O.V later)
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[arryn]

Prudence Harcourt

The moment Soris stepped into the dining hall, Prudence's body went numb. She had experienced this every time she had laid eyes on him since the night of the massacre. The feeling in her arms and legs seemed to disappear, and she was left helpless. This used to terrify her; she would begin to sweat and writhe in her chair. Now she just sat still, motionless, until the sensation returned to her limbs.

Rosie called out to Becca, insulting Soris in the process. Her eyes flickered to his emotionless face. With no hesitation, he addressed her by name and began a haunting tirade. He slowed to a stop behind Prue's chair and her face drained of blood. Her face was left with a pale shade of green. He plucked a petal from her flower crown and she flinched.

Anger bubbled up inside of her. He was proving how much control he had over them. He could do anything he wanted to them, and they could only sit there. Completely powerless. Of course, she knew she couldn't act on her frustrations for it would surely cost her her life. She glared as he stopped behind her other siblings, harassing them the same way he did to her.

Suddenly he stopped behind little Rosie, this time with anger burning in his eyes. Before Prudence could object, his hands grasped her dress and he threw her through the air. She screamed yet her lungs couldn't take in air and she choked. The glass window shattered, as did her heart. She could feel claws ripping at her from the inside out. Her body felt as if it were collapsing in on itself and she had no power to stop it. Her sister disappeared from her view and Prue's vision went spotty. She couldn't breathe.

She watched as Monty and Azalea lunged toward the window. Monty fell to his knees while Azalea looked as if she was going to leap after Rosie. She couldn't handle the shock pulsing through her body. She saw two scenes playing out in her mind, alternating every second. One second she saw her loving mother saying her last goodbyes. The next second she saw her beloved sister crashing through a window. Flickering images on replay.

Her mind seemed to be controlled by her emotions. Her breathing quickened and her heart pounded in her chest. That's all she could hear, her ears were clouded by the thumps of her heart. Her body was adjusting to the shock. If her heartbeat and breathing continued to accelerate, something would go terribly wrong internally. Her body needed to accommodate quickly. Moments later, her legs gave out and she plummeted to the ground. She stared at the chandelier only for a moment before her vision went completely dark.

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[Zaltusinel]

Lex Harcourt

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Lex peered around, already confronted by the others. If Lex hadn't suddenly had an idea for what he was doing, he would have stopped. Except, the attention magnates around him. His eyes flicker as he let his left hand move to the beat of his whistling, to disguise the fact that he grasped a small joint of sign language. He let his hand gesture aimlessly before gesturing a calming message.

"Distracting Soris, get off my back." Lex paused, before simply gesturing again with his left hand. He peered to his younger sister, lowering his hands, letting his arms grace her back upon the chair. He straightened her head and neatened her up. Prue blacked out, but Lex failed to react. It wasn't there, and as much as Lex tried to express his care, nothing followed through. Lex knew no one would appreciate him, but what could he do? His hair tousled around his head as normal. His eyes continued to flicker as he observed Soris.

Lex responded to Monty, "A wildfire puffs, others only feed it if they linger on its territory." Lex stared into Monty's eyes. "Nothing can be done, let not death rip you apart, for it never intended to do so. Death is a peculiar creature, but it is meant to be. I know it's more subtle and rare faces, the scythes few ever know. This window was made broken, it cannot be focused. Yet it continues to try because even in this tundra, there is still something here. Even as new beings layer upon the shards."

Lex paused, letting his hands rake through his hair, "While this heart is not even a heart, it dreams, learning from the ways it knows. So few the sands were, so little it had. Without anything to go on, it tries something, possibly learning how to focus, how to dream. Remember it, sir." Lex sighed, praying he grabbed Soris's attention. Believing he was best to handle Soris's pressure, Lex closed his eyes briefly before readying himself for whatever Soris wrought next. Surely he could survive since he's made of emotional titanium?

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[SilverSkyWolf]

Soris had thrown Rosie out the window. It was the second story. Rosie would be dead. Friendly, mischievous, innocent Rosie; his little sister, who he never really appreciated, who got in his way, who he loved. She was dead.
Wren knew that much, it was the second story and Rosie was a frail five year old girl.
Wren ran, past Soris, his siblings and, towards the window regardless, just in case there was even a minuscule chance she was still alive, and clambered though the broken glass; climbed down and down, going as fast as he could, not caring if he fell, and didn't stop before he reached the ground.

He knew once he reached Rosie that she was dead, she wasn't moving, breathing, her heart wasn't beating. Just dead.
Wren's eyes stung as they started flooding with salty tears. He was sweaty, trembling and red, Soris was going to pay.

Soris was going to die.

 

[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

Meredith stood on the spot like a statue as she watched Soris walk around the royal children and clearly sending out an intimidating aura. The only movement she was producing was the slight trembling she couldn't control as she watched on. From the moment the monster touched Kale's head, she could feel herself getting angry. He was taunting everyone and he clearly got a sick satisfaction out of it. When she watched the bastard throw sweet Rosie out of the window, Meredith let out a devastated scream. She had to lean up against the wall to stop herself from falling onto the floor as her legs seemed to turn to jelly.

Meredith didn't know what to do. Usually her instinct was to help the children and calm them down, but how could she after Rosie had just being so brutally murdered? She looked around the room as if someone would magically appear and kill Soris once and for all. Instead, she saw Kale's upset face and all she could think to do was take the toddler before he started to cry again. She rushed over to his seat and lifted him out. Holding Kale close, she returned to the edge of the room and stood against the wall, stroking the back of his head to keep him calm. To keep herself calm. as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

She had been so close. But too far. Too late.

Azalea raced for the window, praying my some small sliver of hope Rosie hadn't hit the ground, that she'd caught unto the edge and she could save her. She sprinted for the window until she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her just as she nearly reached the ledge, just as she nearly jumped right after her a strong pair of arms grabbed her and wretched her away from the window, with those arms she instantly realized who it was.

Grief turned to rage in an instant as she kicked and writhed in her arms. "Let go of me!" Azalea screamed angrily, repeating the words over and over as she did everything in her willpower to get out of Jonah's arms but her delicate form was no match for his. Rage quickly turned into exhaustion, which brought realization.

Rosie was dead.

Guilt hit Azalea like a fist to the chest, she suddenly lost all feeling in her knees and felt like the air had been ripped from her. Azalea went white and found herself sinking in Jonah's arms.

Soris, whom had been quietly watching the dining room descended into tears and chaos, leaning against the wall with roguish ease. His black eyes glistened as he watched a servant scream at Lex for whistling, Prudence black out and Azalea begin to slip in Jonah's arms, his attention shifted to Lex as he spoke, his face expressionless, nobody could really tell what he was thinking. At all for that matter.

Azalea attempted to call out for Wren as he climbed out the window, but her voice wouldn't work, instead she choked, tears of grief running down her face. She knew Wren was a good climber, but every time he did she'd warn him not to, she always worried for him, and she didn't want him to see Rosie's body...

Azalea never felt so much guilt until then.
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[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston

Magnus felt like throwing up right onto the nice carpet but he clenched his fist and swallowed hard. The king had just killed a small child; one who's potential was unlimited. The little princess could have grown up to become a scholar or even the ruler of some estate. Magnus dared not to move without being ordered to. As much as he wanted to rip the kings heart our and present it the princess as a gift, he held back.

Magnus quickly prayed to his patron god to allow the young girl to have a safe passage to the afterlife. “Aeternum vale... (Farewell forever)” he said in a soft whisper once he had finished praying to himself. He quickly looked around making sure no one had seen him pray; most of the guards had looked down on his religious habit and relied on their own strength than faith which Magnus couldn't blame. Times like these he had always wondered if the gods had abandoned this cruel and unforgiving world.

His eyes scanned the room once more; the princess Prudence had seemed as though she had passed out. He wanted to help the princess but fear overtook him as his feet were stuck to the ground.

“Come on Magnus... Non sebi sed omnibus... (Not for myself but for all)” he said to himself, trying to get over his fear of the king. After some deep breaths, he walked over to Princess Prudence and checked her pulse on her neck.

“My king...” he started looking at the Witch king in the eyes; dark and endless as if no soul called that body home, “The princess does not look well... Permission to take her back to her chambers?” Magnus was absolutely fearing for his life but he had put on his bravest face. He didn't know if it was working but it was the best he could do.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

"Amara!" Katherine yelled in a panicked tone as she ran down the hall, nearly running smack into Amara, Katherine's cheeks were flushed, her blonde hair was a mess and her servant dress dirtied, she looked awful to put it nicely but it was clear by Katherine's expression that wasn't why she was upset.

She'd been in the gardens when she heard the screams. She'd been amoung one of the few servants to find one of the little princesses bodies.

Katherine had been born, and raised in the palace her entire life, and she was one of the kindest servants there, when Amara had arrived at the palace, Katherine had been one of the first to greet and try to befriend her.

Katherine stopped, regaining her breath from running around the palace. She wiped an angry tear from her brown eyes. "Have you heard? The King killed one of the children."
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[madame moiselle]

Jonah E. Rivers

life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." Unknown

It was a fleeting moment; if you blinked, you would have missed it.
But Jonah saw it.
He saw that brief flicker of recognition, of emotion, flash across Soris's otherwise dead and emotionless eyes. All those weeks trying to stay incognito, go unnoticed, perished in a single moment. Soris had recognized him. Or at least, Jonah thought he did. The fact that he wasn't sure made it even more frustrating.

Soris's little talk of toys was chilling enough. Jonah watched the King as he circled the table, his movements sleek, poised, and deadly. What berated Jonah was that eerie calmness in Soris's voice, that sly tranquility that seemed so unnerving as the King made his rounds: first the younger ones, a boy by the name of Kale, then Prudence, who sat there looking as lovely as ever, stiffening as Soris plucked a delicate petal from her wreath. Then, it was Becca. Now it was Jonah's turn to stiffen as Soris neared the injured girl, who stared up at him in fear, yet there was a spark of unexpected defiance as well.
It was obvious Azalea absolutely loathed Soris's closeness as he neared her, a wisp of her hair in between his long fingers. Jonah averted his eyes, not knowing why, but he did it anyway. Soris's way of ruling had changed. Jonah didn't know how to describe it exactly, but it did. Which was unfortunate, because that would only mean to expect the unexpected.

Like how Soris threw the little princess out the window.

At first, it was the shock. If anyone took murdering to the next level, Soris had crossed that line the moment he threw her out.
Now, Jonah had a strong sense of justice. Once upon a time a long time ago, Jonah actually dreamed of becoming a knight, serving in the King's Army, delivering justice wherever it was needed. Which was ironic, coming from a self-proclaimed murderer. He felt deeply troubled at Soris's extremely ruthless actions, as well as angry. Truly, this man would do anything to make sure his rule is untouched. He would go to any length to prove that, prove that he was beyond basic human morals. Jonah felt remorse flood his veins---it had only been a child. A sweet, harmless child, who could hardly harm a fly, at best. She had a future ahead of her, brighter than any child Jonah had seen in the streets. She never deserved to die.

Everyone around him fell into deep, emotional turmoil. Tears were shed shamelessly, and horrified, grief-stricken wails echoed the halls. Jonah heard servants and others alike gather down below, petrified at what they were seeing. Jonah snapped out of his trance, seeing a shellshocked Becca desperately trying to move, crying and screaming out, "Rosie!"
Rosie, thought Jonah for a moment, glancing at the window, overwhelmed by sadness. That was her name.
Jonah turned to see Becca attempting to put her injured foot, but it failed right away. Becca fell.
But Jonah was there in mere moments, catching her right on time, holding her steady, feeling her small body uncontrollably from all the sobbing, continuously staring at that cursed window.
Jonah was also watching. He saw how Azalea bolted after Rosie, nearly falling off herself. She looked as if she was about to dive after her.
Jonah knew how it felt like to lose someone right in front of your eyes and fall into a deep whirlwind of dazed emotion---whether it'd be anger, sadness or shock. And for a moment, you'd think you still have a chance. A single, fleeting chance to save them.
But it's too late.
Sometimes, emotion can cause somebody to make rash decisions. Perhaps blind their common sense, blind their sense of caution. Their single driving force was all that emotion, urging them to take action, even when the clock had already run out on them.
It was the same case with his mother. And now, Jonah was seeing it with Lea.
Jonah put Becca down on the floor, gently as he could at the moment, and headed straight for Azalea. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, tearing her away from the window as she cried out in grief, just to see her little sister one more time, struggling against Jonah's grip. He was succeeding in his little quest, before his foot snagged on something.
Curtain linen.
Naturally, the velvet curtain slid the polished wooden floor rather smoothly just as Jonah's foot got snared within its fibers, causing both of them to fall, right to the ground.
And before Jonah knew it, he was staring straight into Azalea's pained yet prepossesing golden-green eyes, centimeters away from her face.



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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Sellinous Barnou

Sellinous narrowed his eyes as the Witch King strode around the room, his actions slow and deliberate, engineered to create fear in the children. His apathy was a thinly concealed malice, just of the sort he had displayed the night he had stormed the castle. Selly knew well enough that something was about to happen. And his target... Selly's eyes scanned the room, having only a few moments of thought before one of the youngest children was soaring out the window with a great crash. A younger Selly would have reached for his pistol, maybe even pulled it out, but Sellinous had experience with such calculated cruelty. He did not even so much as flinch as the Witch King murdered a child. As the room dissolved into chaos, Selly stepped forward, reorganizing the guardsmen, attempting to calm down the children.

He looked up, as a child climbed out the window. He sighed, shaking his head. "Don't bother, she's dead," he called out, sounding tired. One day, the man would pay. And it would be the resistance that would make him pay. Speaking of the resistance... Sellinous figured it was the activities of the resistance that had pushed Soris to today's violence. What else could possibly upset him so?

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Lawrence Mandert

Lawrence sat, eyeing the camp. "So lads," the captain began, "This mission is important. This camp has been targeted specifically due to its connection to Castle Rosteram, which provides the Crelakorian Harrison for this region. The Castle lies in the back of a canyon, shaped much like a horse shoe, supplying only one way of attack, making it quite the holdout. There are a thousand men stationed in that castle, and it is our target. This outpost supplies the Castle with information and communication. Destroying this outpost will blind the Castle to our troop movements, as three of our regiments move towards the castle to besiege it. That's why we can't allow any escape during this operation. If the outpost launches any messenger birds, we must shoot them down." The captain cleared his threat, gesturing to a window. "Our intel has confirmed that any birds will come from that window, so Roland and Marno, you two will stay here and take out any messenger birds. The rest of you will storm the outpost with me. We cannot afford losses in this operation, as command has special plans for us in the upcoming siege. Thanks to our Travian allies, Gael and Ramira, we have learned from the old nobility of the castle that there is a single secret passage, leading from outside the canyon into the castle's Noble Bedroom, supposedly a route of escape for the noble family in case the castle was taken. Ramira has confirmed the Garrison Commander has taken up residence in those quarters, and that the garrison does not know of the passage, as it is not guarded. As you should have guessed, we'll be pushing through that passage and into the castle to put the defense into disarray as the attack commences on the outside."

"Thus, the attack on the outpost is only a prelude to the siege. There will be no briefing before the siege, due to the speed we must march at in order to arrive in time. Any questions?" No one replied, so the captain simply nodded. "Kelly, you have the explosive charges?"

"Aye sir."

"Lewis, Rein, you two have the grappling hooks?"

"Aye, sir."

The captain nodded, gesturing over the hedge. "Alright, let's go!" The Dwalipan soldiers clambered over the hedge, creeping through the grass towards the outpost in the early morning. Roughly halfway there, the men stood, breaking into a run as they approached the wooden fence. A single guard spotted them, raising his weapon before Roland's bullet dropped him off the guard tower he stood on. The men began to attach bayonets, leaning up against the wall as Lewis and Rein readied the hooks, tossing them over the fence so they caught. The two gage the ropes a strong tug, before nodding to the captain. The men, two by two, began to climb over the fence, dropping down on the other side.

Teams of three entered each of the buildings, Lawrence accompanied by the captain and Rein as they moved through the main building. The captain stood before a halllway, revolver in hand. Rein and Lawrence moved through, knocking the men unconscious one by one before they could wake up. They were the men who worked the outpost, and not the soldiers. Once they were done, the captain gave them a nod, and they moved to the windows facing the barracks on the other side of the complex. They opened the windows, taking position with their rifles, and the captain with his revolver. Across the complex, the Dwalipans were ready, rifles in windows, aimed towards the barracks.

In the main building, one of the rebels rang the alarm bell, and they could hear shouts within the barracks. Only half a minute later, the soldiers of Crelakor streamed out, muskets in hand. Before even one of them could raise their rifles, the Dwalipan men opened fire, the Crelakorian guards falling on top of one another as they were cut down by bullets. It was a flawless operation. A few minutes later, once the guards had been presumed dead, the soldiers stepped out, making their way over to examine the barracks. It was empty, all the guards cut down at the door.

"Right lads, tie up the rest of 'em in some room so we can get out of here and move on." The mission was wrapped up in roughly twenty minutes, before the rebels moved on, marching west towards their next mission.

 

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Location: Castle hallway
Interactions: Ms. Sparrow
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Actions: On the floor from shock
Position: Servant

Amara thought her heart was in her throat if she got caught by the whisper behind the door. But she noticed that the door never opened so she was safe, as she was turning around, Amara gasped and fell to the ground in shock. "Ouch," she said softly to herself as she landed on her bottom, she looked up and saw that it was Katherine. One day, this girl is going to give me a heart attack if she does not stop showing up out of nowhere. Amara thought to herself. Amara got up from the floor and she patted her dress from any dirt or dust that she may have picked up when she had fallen on the floor. Amara picked the basket up from the floor before she stopped it again when she heard that the king killed one of the children. Amara couldn't believe it, "No. Are you serious?!" Amara said as her eyes widened with shock. "Why would he do such a thing?" She asked as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her. "Do you know which of the children died?" She asked.