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Balloon
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Balloon
Final Reminders:
1. Absolutely no one liners.
I expect you to write at least a paragraph.
2. Don't be an idiot.
You're not the only character here; the story will not revolve around you. Your characters aren't perfect. Take a hit. You can't read minds. Play as your character, not as yourself. You made personalities for a reason.
3. Don't take things personally.
The things that will happen IC, are as they are... In Character.
4. Chill with the posts.
Wait for people to respond and make introductions of their own. Don't control other people's characters, unless given the permission to. Collab posts will be allowed.
5. I expect you to die.
I'm looking at the people who control more than one character. At some point in the game, when in conflict or a fight with another player, someone would have to die.
With that in mind, let's have fun. There might be more that'd be added to this list, depending on how the role play would go.
@ViolntSian @CharmyPie @ThisUsernameIsALie @Syra @Darkiplier @Lekar @Khadame @MatTamMax @LucianGrey7971 @Wickedkent @FadeAway @Angelostar4 @Wickedkent @Wild Wolf Wind @VaskarTheHunter
1. Absolutely no one liners.
I expect you to write at least a paragraph.
2. Don't be an idiot.
You're not the only character here; the story will not revolve around you. Your characters aren't perfect. Take a hit. You can't read minds. Play as your character, not as yourself. You made personalities for a reason.
3. Don't take things personally.
The things that will happen IC, are as they are... In Character.
4. Chill with the posts.
Wait for people to respond and make introductions of their own. Don't control other people's characters, unless given the permission to. Collab posts will be allowed.
5. I expect you to die.
I'm looking at the people who control more than one character. At some point in the game, when in conflict or a fight with another player, someone would have to die.
With that in mind, let's have fun. There might be more that'd be added to this list, depending on how the role play would go.
@ViolntSian @CharmyPie @ThisUsernameIsALie @Syra @Darkiplier @Lekar @Khadame @MatTamMax @LucianGrey7971 @Wickedkent @FadeAway @Angelostar4 @Wickedkent @Wild Wolf Wind @VaskarTheHunter
BalloonKing
Balloon
House Merek
~The first moon of the month~
The king paced outside the Vatum. He had his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed in a thin line. His eyes were focused on nothing, his hands were pressed against his body as if he were trying to keep himself together. The Vatum inside the new heart Viserp was massive in size; it was almost comparable to the Great Hall. The vatum was open for all who serves and are loyal to the one true god Zedohk. There, the god would listen to their pleas, their praise, their prayers; there they would offer their precious possessions, their livestock, vegetation, even blood itself. But today, the Vatum was closed. Inside, were only 5 souls. The Queen, the Vates, the two Savates, and the soul of the babe in the womb of his mother. The door was sealed and the colorful glass windows were shut tight. But despite this, the king could clearly smell the burning incense, and he could hear the screams of his wife. Such was the way of life of House Merek. They must be born in the presence of Zedohk.
"You are worried." A comforting voice echoed through the hall. The king stopped his pacing and turned around to see his bastard son. He gave a smile and lowered his arms, appearing more relaxed.
"Cedric." He greeted his son. "I didn't even hear your steps."
"That was because your pacing is as loud as a bandersnatch's, my king." He laughed lightly and bowed before he approached.
"Are you excited to meet your brother?" Thomas asked, ignoring the formalities of the younger man.
"I have no brother, my king. The child in that Vatum is of House Merek, the first born. I am a Nomine." He smiled.
"What are these words that slip out of our mouth? Enough of this nonsense. What has plagued your mind with false thoughts? You are my son, Cedric. I am your father. You are of my blood, as is he." Thomas gave a soft smile. "And both of you have my love."
"Forgive me... father." He sighed, not wanting to upset him. "I have learned a lot in my travels, is all. I have learned the ways of the different lands in Renzivia. They do not... approve of my existence, so to speak."
"Zedohk can burn them all. You are my son, my blood, and you are of my House despite the name you took, Cedric." He scolded. The scream of the queen interrupted their conversation; they both turned their attention to the closed Vatum. The king crossed his arms again and started tapping his foot. Cedric watched him curiously; Thomas didn't even notice.
"You're doing it again." He commented. With his words, Thomas snapped out of his focus and looked at his son blankly. "You seem too tense about this, is something wrong?"
"You'll understand when you become a father yourself." he chuckled. "My memory takes me back to when you were born, my son." He smiled before looking back at the shut doors.
Cedric, however, was dumbfounded. Never in his existence has he heard of such words from his father. His past, his origins, his mother... he didn't know of anything concerning these matters. Determined, he reached out to touch his father's shoulder.
"Fa-" The door bursted open and a gust of wind enveloped the two waiting men. The vates emerged in ceremonial clothes. He wore the scales of the jabberwocky. The bottom part of his clothing was drenched in blood, and he left a trail from the altar to the door. In his arms was a crying babe. The Vates said nothing, but soothed the being in his arms. Wordlessly, the king approached. He took the babe from the Vates, and into his own arms. He was crying and naked. A pink creature.
"He is a boy, my king." The Vates said in a low voice.
"A boy." The king echoed, mesmerized by the product of his seed.
All the while, Cedric froze in his place. Not talking, not moving. He didn't know if it would be right for him to leave or stay. He didn't know what he wanted to do, either.
"Cedric, come meet your brother." The king said after a while, though not letting his eyes leave the babe. Unsure, Cedric took a few small steps closer. Truth be told, he was terrified. Closer and closer, until he saw the newborn's face. He had no words.
"He has our eyes." The king broke the silence. He almost cooed. The newborn stopped crying at the sight of Cedric. He reached out for the man in armor.
"..." Cedric knew not what to do, but his father was already handing him the child who seemed to be eager for him.
"He knows his brother." The king had a proud smile on his face. Cedric clenched his jaw and took the newborn. Feeling the babe in his arms felt foreign. He has never carried a child in his entire life. He fell in love.
"What is his name, father?" He whispered.
"I will name him in the audience." The king was radiant. He turned to the Vates. "Summon all the lords and ladiees. Summon all who bend their knee to me. A feast! A celebration. A gathering of all the Houses for the sake of my son. Use the falcons." He had a wide grin on his face. The Vates, who was watching the father and his children, gave the king a nod.
"Yes, my king."
A letter for the noble houses of Revzivia,
The king Thomas Merek, of House Merek, is summoning all the lords and ladies of the land to gather, to feast, and to celebrate the birth of his new born son. The one true god Zedohk has blessed the land with a prince. An heir to the throne of Renzivia. All lords and ladies are expected to come on the third moon of the month.
~The first moon of the month~
The king paced outside the Vatum. He had his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed in a thin line. His eyes were focused on nothing, his hands were pressed against his body as if he were trying to keep himself together. The Vatum inside the new heart Viserp was massive in size; it was almost comparable to the Great Hall. The vatum was open for all who serves and are loyal to the one true god Zedohk. There, the god would listen to their pleas, their praise, their prayers; there they would offer their precious possessions, their livestock, vegetation, even blood itself. But today, the Vatum was closed. Inside, were only 5 souls. The Queen, the Vates, the two Savates, and the soul of the babe in the womb of his mother. The door was sealed and the colorful glass windows were shut tight. But despite this, the king could clearly smell the burning incense, and he could hear the screams of his wife. Such was the way of life of House Merek. They must be born in the presence of Zedohk.
"You are worried." A comforting voice echoed through the hall. The king stopped his pacing and turned around to see his bastard son. He gave a smile and lowered his arms, appearing more relaxed.
"Cedric." He greeted his son. "I didn't even hear your steps."
"That was because your pacing is as loud as a bandersnatch's, my king." He laughed lightly and bowed before he approached.
"Are you excited to meet your brother?" Thomas asked, ignoring the formalities of the younger man.
"I have no brother, my king. The child in that Vatum is of House Merek, the first born. I am a Nomine." He smiled.
"What are these words that slip out of our mouth? Enough of this nonsense. What has plagued your mind with false thoughts? You are my son, Cedric. I am your father. You are of my blood, as is he." Thomas gave a soft smile. "And both of you have my love."
"Forgive me... father." He sighed, not wanting to upset him. "I have learned a lot in my travels, is all. I have learned the ways of the different lands in Renzivia. They do not... approve of my existence, so to speak."
"Zedohk can burn them all. You are my son, my blood, and you are of my House despite the name you took, Cedric." He scolded. The scream of the queen interrupted their conversation; they both turned their attention to the closed Vatum. The king crossed his arms again and started tapping his foot. Cedric watched him curiously; Thomas didn't even notice.
"You're doing it again." He commented. With his words, Thomas snapped out of his focus and looked at his son blankly. "You seem too tense about this, is something wrong?"
"You'll understand when you become a father yourself." he chuckled. "My memory takes me back to when you were born, my son." He smiled before looking back at the shut doors.
Cedric, however, was dumbfounded. Never in his existence has he heard of such words from his father. His past, his origins, his mother... he didn't know of anything concerning these matters. Determined, he reached out to touch his father's shoulder.
"Fa-" The door bursted open and a gust of wind enveloped the two waiting men. The vates emerged in ceremonial clothes. He wore the scales of the jabberwocky. The bottom part of his clothing was drenched in blood, and he left a trail from the altar to the door. In his arms was a crying babe. The Vates said nothing, but soothed the being in his arms. Wordlessly, the king approached. He took the babe from the Vates, and into his own arms. He was crying and naked. A pink creature.
"He is a boy, my king." The Vates said in a low voice.
"A boy." The king echoed, mesmerized by the product of his seed.
All the while, Cedric froze in his place. Not talking, not moving. He didn't know if it would be right for him to leave or stay. He didn't know what he wanted to do, either.
"Cedric, come meet your brother." The king said after a while, though not letting his eyes leave the babe. Unsure, Cedric took a few small steps closer. Truth be told, he was terrified. Closer and closer, until he saw the newborn's face. He had no words.
"He has our eyes." The king broke the silence. He almost cooed. The newborn stopped crying at the sight of Cedric. He reached out for the man in armor.
"..." Cedric knew not what to do, but his father was already handing him the child who seemed to be eager for him.
"He knows his brother." The king had a proud smile on his face. Cedric clenched his jaw and took the newborn. Feeling the babe in his arms felt foreign. He has never carried a child in his entire life. He fell in love.
"What is his name, father?" He whispered.
"I will name him in the audience." The king was radiant. He turned to the Vates. "Summon all the lords and ladiees. Summon all who bend their knee to me. A feast! A celebration. A gathering of all the Houses for the sake of my son. Use the falcons." He had a wide grin on his face. The Vates, who was watching the father and his children, gave the king a nod.
"Yes, my king."
A letter for the noble houses of Revzivia,
The king Thomas Merek, of House Merek, is summoning all the lords and ladies of the land to gather, to feast, and to celebrate the birth of his new born son. The one true god Zedohk has blessed the land with a prince. An heir to the throne of Renzivia. All lords and ladies are expected to come on the third moon of the month.
CharmyPie (gone~)
TAKEN QUEEN
Jarin Peyton
Head Knight of House Rowan
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It was midday, the sun was at its peak. From the elevated land of where Gharvash stood, a view of the citadel was clearly seen. Man, woman, and child; Lady, lord, peasant; all were busy in the streets minding businesses of their own. Beyond the walls of the citadel, the golden fields of Gaun swayed with the gentle breeze. It was the golden season. The flora in Gaun flourished like there was no tomorrow. Inside the Curtain Wall of the Castle, soldiers marched around, obedient to their daily routines. The men scaled the wall, diligent and alert. Knights sparred together like there was no tomorrow in the courtyard. The main gate was open, and the castle was lively.
In one of the towers, a man walked alone; he walked almost leisurely from tower to tower. He had golden locks of hair and green eyes. He wore ordinary clothes, seeing no need to wear heavy armor for an ordinary day at Gharvash. Everything was going as they always did. As he passed a group of archers, they immediately stopped and stood perfectly still. They gave a small bow, but he dismissed them.
"I see that after all these year, you still shy away from your own authority, Sir Jarin."
An old man, wearing peculiar clothes not from that land, approached him. He had olive-colored skin with black hair and his eyes were pure hazel. Nature has been kind to the man through the years. Though his skin was loose and his features were dulled by time.
"You know me, Sir Hardoc, I was never one to brag or show off." A warm smile fell on his lips as the Head Knight of House Rowan met with his mentor.
Sir Jarin Peyton was a man of 24 years to his name. He was the third born of House Peyton, a loyal vassal to House Rowan. Eager to bring honor to his father, Jarin forfeited his lordship and trained for knighthood to join the ranks of House Rowan. The young knight easily climbed the ranks through inborn skill, dedication, and a legendary mentor, sir Hardoc who was a man of 58 years. He fought the war between Talmodhor and the old heart of the kingdom valiantly. They sung songs and hymns for him. Stories about his name and wonder.
The younger knight pulled his mentor in for a hug. He had love for the old desert man.
"Do tell, what are you doing here, Hardoc? I thought you were going to spend the remainders of your days at the service of the new king? Have you gotten bored of green grass?" He joked.
"Hah! Good one." He chuckled. "But no, I came for a different reason."
On cue, a falcon screeched from afar. It was quick and heading for the two knights. Jarin ducked and covered his face with an arm, but the older one stood still and showed no fear. He extended his arm and the falcon made its way to land.
"A falcon? Is it from Talmodhor?" Jarin eagerly asked as he straightened himself, slightly embarrassed by the actions he showed his mentor.
"Close... this falcon came from Viserp." The old man took the scroll from the Falcon's claws. The parchment was slightly clawed at and folded, but unmistakably, it had the seal of the king.
"What do you know of it, Hardoc? Speak." He asked.
"All that I know is in that letter, Jarin, you do not need my word for it. I am simply here to accompany you on your journey that is to come. I figured that it'd be nice to see you, my prized student." The old man gave a hearty chuckle as his gaze fell to the horizon.
"I will deliver this to my lord." He excused himself.
"As you must."
Head Knight of House Rowan
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It was midday, the sun was at its peak. From the elevated land of where Gharvash stood, a view of the citadel was clearly seen. Man, woman, and child; Lady, lord, peasant; all were busy in the streets minding businesses of their own. Beyond the walls of the citadel, the golden fields of Gaun swayed with the gentle breeze. It was the golden season. The flora in Gaun flourished like there was no tomorrow. Inside the Curtain Wall of the Castle, soldiers marched around, obedient to their daily routines. The men scaled the wall, diligent and alert. Knights sparred together like there was no tomorrow in the courtyard. The main gate was open, and the castle was lively.
In one of the towers, a man walked alone; he walked almost leisurely from tower to tower. He had golden locks of hair and green eyes. He wore ordinary clothes, seeing no need to wear heavy armor for an ordinary day at Gharvash. Everything was going as they always did. As he passed a group of archers, they immediately stopped and stood perfectly still. They gave a small bow, but he dismissed them.
"I see that after all these year, you still shy away from your own authority, Sir Jarin."
An old man, wearing peculiar clothes not from that land, approached him. He had olive-colored skin with black hair and his eyes were pure hazel. Nature has been kind to the man through the years. Though his skin was loose and his features were dulled by time.
"You know me, Sir Hardoc, I was never one to brag or show off." A warm smile fell on his lips as the Head Knight of House Rowan met with his mentor.
Sir Jarin Peyton was a man of 24 years to his name. He was the third born of House Peyton, a loyal vassal to House Rowan. Eager to bring honor to his father, Jarin forfeited his lordship and trained for knighthood to join the ranks of House Rowan. The young knight easily climbed the ranks through inborn skill, dedication, and a legendary mentor, sir Hardoc who was a man of 58 years. He fought the war between Talmodhor and the old heart of the kingdom valiantly. They sung songs and hymns for him. Stories about his name and wonder.
The younger knight pulled his mentor in for a hug. He had love for the old desert man.
"Do tell, what are you doing here, Hardoc? I thought you were going to spend the remainders of your days at the service of the new king? Have you gotten bored of green grass?" He joked.
"Hah! Good one." He chuckled. "But no, I came for a different reason."
On cue, a falcon screeched from afar. It was quick and heading for the two knights. Jarin ducked and covered his face with an arm, but the older one stood still and showed no fear. He extended his arm and the falcon made its way to land.
"A falcon? Is it from Talmodhor?" Jarin eagerly asked as he straightened himself, slightly embarrassed by the actions he showed his mentor.
"Close... this falcon came from Viserp." The old man took the scroll from the Falcon's claws. The parchment was slightly clawed at and folded, but unmistakably, it had the seal of the king.
"What do you know of it, Hardoc? Speak." He asked.
"All that I know is in that letter, Jarin, you do not need my word for it. I am simply here to accompany you on your journey that is to come. I figured that it'd be nice to see you, my prized student." The old man gave a hearty chuckle as his gaze fell to the horizon.
"I will deliver this to my lord." He excused himself.
"As you must."
ViolntSian
Strange Queen Lurking
The Head Knight
Dawn broke through the icy cold night of Walid, the sun’s light creeping up to every roof of the houses erected in the cities of Torden, waking the people from deep slumber. A few of them have already left from their warm houses and out to the cold. Merchants and other sellers setting up their stands at the side of the street, children meeting up with other fellow children to play with the powdery snow, their small activities making the big cities come to life.
The light shone a grand castle, the castle of House Vastikult. The dwellers inside were already up and moving, each of them going over their tasks. The Lord of Vastikult was already doing his lordly tasks, the lord Sage and lady Siantara already in the training grounds, the servants busy preparing meals for the lords and lady, the knights doing their daily rounds in the castle.
Merec Gael, the Head Knight of House Vastikult, had just started his rounds. His thoughts a never ending praise to the natural beauty of Walid as he proudly walked through the open corridors of the castle. A brown haze on the wall caught his eye, looking carefully, a falcon landed on the ground, a scroll tied up to its leg. Merec broke his trail and walked over to the bird, gently taking it and retrieves the letter from its leg. He let go of the falcon, which landed again on the ground. Opening the scroll, he read its content.
The young soldier let out a small scoff, a lazy lopsided smile breaking through his lips.
“A gathering, eh.”
He folded the paper and kept it in his person, proceeding to finish quickly his rounds before going to his lord to bring the news.
Sometime later, the letter had reached the hands of Lord Khrego. He set it down, finished reading the invitation, and looked at Merec.
“Gather.”
The head knight nodded and bowed before walking away. The lord stood up from his seat and proceeded to the place of meeting. With just one word, the head knight knew what it meant. He proceeded to gather the council, calling the scholar, the adviser, and other representatives.
Once done, he proceeded to the training grounds, where he knows that is where the two siblings are spending their time. True enough when he arrived, a loud clang of two swords resounded in the corridor leading outside. Merec stopped by the entrance and leaned his shoulder on the wall, crossing his arms as he watched the two.
Lord Sage ever in his stance, striking at his opponent. His barbaric side slowly showing. It was no excuse if his opponent is his sister, a female, or a lad younger than him.
To which he secretly admired the Rose of Walid, Lady Siantara. Who could easily match his brutality with her grace and elegance. Even when fighting she was beautiful. A small smile playing in the lips of both of them.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to disrupt your time together, m’lord and lady. I have news to bring.” the knight called out to them, stopping them from striking another attack.
Lord Sage stabbed his weapon on the soft snow, huffing before he asked, “And what of this news?” the lady did the same but kept quiet, her eyes trained on the knight.
“The king has produced an heir. And we are invited to celebrate the day of his son’s birth. M’lord had gathered a small meeting concerning this.” Merec replied, pushing himself from the wall but never left his place.
The two siblings looked at each other, as if talking with their minds. It was the lady who broke first, turning to Merec,
“Then let us go.”
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Dawn broke through the icy cold night of Walid, the sun’s light creeping up to every roof of the houses erected in the cities of Torden, waking the people from deep slumber. A few of them have already left from their warm houses and out to the cold. Merchants and other sellers setting up their stands at the side of the street, children meeting up with other fellow children to play with the powdery snow, their small activities making the big cities come to life.
The light shone a grand castle, the castle of House Vastikult. The dwellers inside were already up and moving, each of them going over their tasks. The Lord of Vastikult was already doing his lordly tasks, the lord Sage and lady Siantara already in the training grounds, the servants busy preparing meals for the lords and lady, the knights doing their daily rounds in the castle.
Merec Gael, the Head Knight of House Vastikult, had just started his rounds. His thoughts a never ending praise to the natural beauty of Walid as he proudly walked through the open corridors of the castle. A brown haze on the wall caught his eye, looking carefully, a falcon landed on the ground, a scroll tied up to its leg. Merec broke his trail and walked over to the bird, gently taking it and retrieves the letter from its leg. He let go of the falcon, which landed again on the ground. Opening the scroll, he read its content.
The young soldier let out a small scoff, a lazy lopsided smile breaking through his lips.
“A gathering, eh.”
He folded the paper and kept it in his person, proceeding to finish quickly his rounds before going to his lord to bring the news.
Sometime later, the letter had reached the hands of Lord Khrego. He set it down, finished reading the invitation, and looked at Merec.
“Gather.”
The head knight nodded and bowed before walking away. The lord stood up from his seat and proceeded to the place of meeting. With just one word, the head knight knew what it meant. He proceeded to gather the council, calling the scholar, the adviser, and other representatives.
Once done, he proceeded to the training grounds, where he knows that is where the two siblings are spending their time. True enough when he arrived, a loud clang of two swords resounded in the corridor leading outside. Merec stopped by the entrance and leaned his shoulder on the wall, crossing his arms as he watched the two.
Lord Sage ever in his stance, striking at his opponent. His barbaric side slowly showing. It was no excuse if his opponent is his sister, a female, or a lad younger than him.
To which he secretly admired the Rose of Walid, Lady Siantara. Who could easily match his brutality with her grace and elegance. Even when fighting she was beautiful. A small smile playing in the lips of both of them.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to disrupt your time together, m’lord and lady. I have news to bring.” the knight called out to them, stopping them from striking another attack.
Lord Sage stabbed his weapon on the soft snow, huffing before he asked, “And what of this news?” the lady did the same but kept quiet, her eyes trained on the knight.
“The king has produced an heir. And we are invited to celebrate the day of his son’s birth. M’lord had gathered a small meeting concerning this.” Merec replied, pushing himself from the wall but never left his place.
The two siblings looked at each other, as if talking with their minds. It was the lady who broke first, turning to Merec,
“Then let us go.”
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Khadame
thugdere
The Zedohk Ruins
The sand whirled through the stone and the sun shone, unforgiving, as the woman made her descend down the stairs.
She had not visited this place in a long while - there had been too much business going on in the last few weeks and the weather in the desert wasn't exactly inviting, either. The ruins were horrible to navigate in such conditions, but sadly, this day certainly wouldn't mark the last she had to take this journey.
Relief swept over her in a short, satisfying burst when the stone wall hiding the entrance to the catacombs closed completely and the darkness settled in, closing off the sounds of wind and sand. With a short flick of her finger, a small and pathetic flame ignited on the top of her palm and it illuminated the night, gently swaying from left to right.
The architecture was truly admirable, the lady mused as she went further down the steps, eyeing the ancient depictions carved into mossy stone. This was only her third time; other must have long memorised each masterful curve, but for her, it was rather strange sight. No where in Renzivia and beyond had she seen such images - of Sermeds choking their prey, of Sirens singing their songs - and admittedly, it made her slightly uncomfortable for reasons she couldn't find. The woman turned her head away, instead focusing on the fire's movements and hurried below.
With each step she took, the weak light began to fade until it extinguished completely on the very moment her feet met the ground again. She stumbled, the sudden darkness catching her by surprise, and one of her knees hit the earth. Her panic only intensified as she heard the rustling of clothing echoing through the grand hall that invited into the catacombs; quickly, she stood again, and dusted off her dress in a hurry before immediately bowing to the nothingness in front of her.
"I am deeply sorry to disturb you, my Masters." Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be, and her whisper rose to a squeak mid-sentence.
A fire, fiercer and more violent than the woman could ever have conjured erupted in the middle of the massive room without any warning and for a second, she hid her eyes in the crook of her arm, the smell and light burning them up.
"We have names", another answered, and a deep, threatening snarl followed from behind. Immediately, she bowed in fear and respect both, not daring to look them in the face, and buried her own in the ground. "Forgive me, Master Tristein and Master Drystan", she said loudly, quivering when only the sound of footsteps was heard in response. But a minute had passed when she felt a single, cold finger on the nape of her neck, pushing her down. The physical force was laughable; even the woman could have overpowered him without a problem.
"State your name", Tristein commanded, his hollowed eyes mustering her with every single move. "Lady Lysta of Renhar." "The newcomer? Cute." She took a large breath. "Yes. Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment, you mouthbreather." A second bony finger was added, and the cool sensation was enough to make her shiver.
"I'm sorry." "Hmph." The cold disappeared in one go. "You have no spine, woman. Look at me when I speak." Slowly and carefully, she raised her head. The dry taste of earth still filled her mouth and tears sprang to the corners of her already watery eyes as she was forced to swallow the crumbs. She surpressed the urge to cringe when she had fully risen; her eyes met his bright yellow ones, devoid of the warmth his fire exhibited. His appearance was more reminiscent of a corpse - skin a sickly ashen grey, with features so sunken one might have thought maggots had eaten his flesh.
"One of the Wisps Lady's followers... She demands no sacrifices yet. What brings you here?", Tristein asked, pulling the hood that hid his silver hair over his face, the charcoal cloth obscuring half of it. "I have news." Her tone rose into a high falsetto laced with fear and disgust alike. "The King of House Marek was born a male babe." Even if the message surprised the twin brother, he showed no signs of it. "Interesting. Is that all, newcomer?" "Y-yes", she whispered, and wanted to slap herself over stuttering so pathetically.
For moments, not a sound was heard - the bony man was pondering over the information he just recieved, searching for anything that might go in the cult's favour. He ultimately decided it wasn't anything one could decide in the span of seconds. They'd have years to ponder, now.
"You're dismissed", he said with a click of his tongue and turned away from her, walking back to the part of the hall where he had crept out. "Tell the Keepers. We don't want to see your face 'till morrow." As if Drystan wanted to remind the woman of his presence again, he growled, a threat clear in it.
With another wave of relief crashing over her, stronger than before, she hurried along the bruised path to the inner chambers of the catacombs. She gave the room a last look; but before she could hesitate one more moment to admire the hall, the grand fire in the middle died by one brother's hand.
"Leave."
She squirreled through the exit without another word and closed the door as the shadows settled in once more.
The sand whirled through the stone and the sun shone, unforgiving, as the woman made her descend down the stairs.
She had not visited this place in a long while - there had been too much business going on in the last few weeks and the weather in the desert wasn't exactly inviting, either. The ruins were horrible to navigate in such conditions, but sadly, this day certainly wouldn't mark the last she had to take this journey.
Relief swept over her in a short, satisfying burst when the stone wall hiding the entrance to the catacombs closed completely and the darkness settled in, closing off the sounds of wind and sand. With a short flick of her finger, a small and pathetic flame ignited on the top of her palm and it illuminated the night, gently swaying from left to right.
The architecture was truly admirable, the lady mused as she went further down the steps, eyeing the ancient depictions carved into mossy stone. This was only her third time; other must have long memorised each masterful curve, but for her, it was rather strange sight. No where in Renzivia and beyond had she seen such images - of Sermeds choking their prey, of Sirens singing their songs - and admittedly, it made her slightly uncomfortable for reasons she couldn't find. The woman turned her head away, instead focusing on the fire's movements and hurried below.
With each step she took, the weak light began to fade until it extinguished completely on the very moment her feet met the ground again. She stumbled, the sudden darkness catching her by surprise, and one of her knees hit the earth. Her panic only intensified as she heard the rustling of clothing echoing through the grand hall that invited into the catacombs; quickly, she stood again, and dusted off her dress in a hurry before immediately bowing to the nothingness in front of her.
"I am deeply sorry to disturb you, my Masters." Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be, and her whisper rose to a squeak mid-sentence.
A fire, fiercer and more violent than the woman could ever have conjured erupted in the middle of the massive room without any warning and for a second, she hid her eyes in the crook of her arm, the smell and light burning them up.
"We have names", another answered, and a deep, threatening snarl followed from behind. Immediately, she bowed in fear and respect both, not daring to look them in the face, and buried her own in the ground. "Forgive me, Master Tristein and Master Drystan", she said loudly, quivering when only the sound of footsteps was heard in response. But a minute had passed when she felt a single, cold finger on the nape of her neck, pushing her down. The physical force was laughable; even the woman could have overpowered him without a problem.
"State your name", Tristein commanded, his hollowed eyes mustering her with every single move. "Lady Lysta of Renhar." "The newcomer? Cute." She took a large breath. "Yes. Thank you." "It wasn't a compliment, you mouthbreather." A second bony finger was added, and the cool sensation was enough to make her shiver.
"I'm sorry." "Hmph." The cold disappeared in one go. "You have no spine, woman. Look at me when I speak." Slowly and carefully, she raised her head. The dry taste of earth still filled her mouth and tears sprang to the corners of her already watery eyes as she was forced to swallow the crumbs. She surpressed the urge to cringe when she had fully risen; her eyes met his bright yellow ones, devoid of the warmth his fire exhibited. His appearance was more reminiscent of a corpse - skin a sickly ashen grey, with features so sunken one might have thought maggots had eaten his flesh.
"One of the Wisps Lady's followers... She demands no sacrifices yet. What brings you here?", Tristein asked, pulling the hood that hid his silver hair over his face, the charcoal cloth obscuring half of it. "I have news." Her tone rose into a high falsetto laced with fear and disgust alike. "The King of House Marek was born a male babe." Even if the message surprised the twin brother, he showed no signs of it. "Interesting. Is that all, newcomer?" "Y-yes", she whispered, and wanted to slap herself over stuttering so pathetically.
For moments, not a sound was heard - the bony man was pondering over the information he just recieved, searching for anything that might go in the cult's favour. He ultimately decided it wasn't anything one could decide in the span of seconds. They'd have years to ponder, now.
"You're dismissed", he said with a click of his tongue and turned away from her, walking back to the part of the hall where he had crept out. "Tell the Keepers. We don't want to see your face 'till morrow." As if Drystan wanted to remind the woman of his presence again, he growled, a threat clear in it.
With another wave of relief crashing over her, stronger than before, she hurried along the bruised path to the inner chambers of the catacombs. She gave the room a last look; but before she could hesitate one more moment to admire the hall, the grand fire in the middle died by one brother's hand.
"Leave."
She squirreled through the exit without another word and closed the door as the shadows settled in once more.
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Syra
Historian and Art Trash Extraordinaire
HOUSE FASCHIA
The Desert Gardens of Talmodhor
The sun was high overhead, enveloping the vast expanse of the gardens in front of the tall fortress of Talmodhor. Four individuals of great importance were gathered in the middle of the sandstone square, surrounded by paled foliage which miraculously survived in the mineral rich area of the desert. Guards equipped with exquisite armor and weaponry were littered across the yard, watchful eyes never leaving the family of the ruling house Faschia.
Two lords were sparring in the middle of the garden, draped in white garbs and simple trousers which were quickly becoming caked with dust as their feet provoked it from the ground with their furious movements. The older, dark skinned lord whirled around and with one particularly powerful blow, disarmed his blonde brother's weapon eliciting a rather surprised yelp. Chuckling and taking a step back, he finished their little game by swiftly cutting through the younger man's shirt with the tip of his blade.
"Basil! That was my favorite shirt!" the handsome lord groaned out, trying to hold the two separated pieces together with his hands.
"Sohail, every shirt is your favorite shirt." The wise looking man replied with a roll of his eyes and a hand on his hip, "Your swords may be beautiful but you will realize one day dear brother that beauty cannot win all your battles for you." Smiling rather mischievously, Sohail replied "Would you like to bet on that? Hm?" The two entered into a casual conversation as they walked to the spot where Sohail had thrown his blade. Exchanging witty banter and stories since their last meeting. The Lady Moshira shook her head, a soft expression on her face as she watched the two in comfortable silence from across the garden. She was currently signing documents under a white umbrella made of fine and sturdy cloth. Sitting beside her was her only daughter, Eliyah who was fiddling around with gifts she had received from her 16th name day and was humming a soft tune from her imagination. A smile playing on the young girl's lips as she emerged from the tent and aimed her new bow towards the clear blue sky. The little lady's brown irises soon squinted in focus as a falcon suddenly came into her field of vision.
"Mother, the falcon is here!" She announced excitably upon making the figure out, laying her arms down and moving back into the shade in hurried steps. Upon hearing this, Sohail looked up with eyes full of expectancy as his older brother beside him his raised his arm, calling to the bird to his side with two short blasts. Lady Moshira stood and slowly made her way towards them, Eliyah following closely behind with a big smile on her face. Seeing the falcon dive and land gracefully towards her eldest son, the lady of the house quickened her pace.
"House Merek, I presume?" The mother scorpion said as the three of them gathered around the small paper that had been neatly tucked in the bird's claws. The youngest scorpion already playing and chasing around the falcon that Basil had set free after retrieving the message. Covering her mouth and feeling relief wash over her upon reading its contents, she looked at her two sons with a rare smile. "Call the blacksmiths, we must prepare a gift as well as supplies for the journey ahead." The respectable lady quickly retreated towards the tent where the Vates already whispering in curiosity as to the contents of the parchment.
Sohail whistled low and elbowed his brother as soon as the lady was out of earshot, "See how happy mother was?
When can we expect a little nephew of our own?"
Basil rolled his eyes and shoved at him playfully, "You make it."
"Make what?" Eliyah intervened, the falcon already on her shoulder as she walked towards them.
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CharmyPie (gone~)
TAKEN QUEEN
Hedwig Rowan
First born of House Rowan
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"In the beginning, the First Ones relied on the stolen magical texts and scriptures. Everything that happened in the world, they explained through magic. When asked what magic meant, and what magic really is, they provided no answer, excluding the few who gave answers that pointed to them." The Maester circled the young lord who stood in the center of the study. The shelves of books were arranged in such a way that the center of the room was empty. The Maester was holding a book in his hand, the other hand behind him as he paced slowly. The sound of his voice and footsteps echoed off of the walls. In the dark corner of the room, hidden from the light, Lord Arthur Rowan listened to the examination that the Maester has arranged for his first born son, Lord Hedwig Rowan. The young lord stood tall and proud, hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face as he was questioned. "However, when the age of the first ones have gone, and the domain of reason dawned upon us all, magic became less and less. When asked to explain such things as Nature, Change, or even life, the common folk had no answers. Give several examples of the previous scholars that explained Nature."
"When asked to define the world and give the root of all creation, the Maester Thales decided that there should be an arche for all that lived. An arche being the most basic substance where everything in the world came from. According to Maester Thales of House Rowan, the arche was water, believing that the world emerged from the dark seas, blessed and nourished by the rain, and the source of life itself. However, his student Anaximander opposed this idea. According to Anaximander, this is highly improbable seeing that water is limited. Arche, being the source of creation and life, should be without restrain or limit. He proposed a matter called Apeiron. "The boundless". This was believed for a certain length of time until the studies of his own descendant, Maester Anaximanes proclaimed that the Arche of the world is Air. Seeing that the air is limitless and cannot be bounded, and the clouds of the sky that produces the rain that falls, is made up of air itself." Not once did he stutter of flinch. The smile never left his face.
"If you're fighting an enemy that you have no chance of beating, what do you do?" The lord Arthur's gentle voice went through the study like a hushed whisper carried by the wind. Nonetheless, it was enough to send shivers throught the maester's spine.
"I don't fight battles I cannot win or manipulate." The smile on his lips widened.
"And if you are trapped by circumstance?" He followed.
"I find a way to get out or win. Gold and Silver can buy a man anything." He recited.
The examination was interrupted by the doors of the study opening. Hedwig turned his head to see his sister Seraphina enter. She gave a slight bow, her loose clothing did nothing to cover her bossom as she did. The Maester and Hedwig averted their eyes. The lord Arthur was not amused.
"What business do you bring? You know better than to interrupt your brother's studies." He said rather harshly.
"I apologize, father, but there is something that you would want to see." A sweet smile on her face, despite her father's tone of voice. He hated it when she showed no fear for him... and she loved seeing his annoyance for her. Hedwig sighed lightly and let his arms rest on his sides, slightly tired. It's been a number of hours since they've began, and not once was he given a chance to rest. Truth be told, he had a bit of a headache.
"And that is what?" He crossed his arms and stepped into the light. He walked beside his son as the Maester stepped down from the center and retreated into the shadows. He was not ordered away, and he shall not retire until told to do so. Seraphina entered the room with a light skip. She walked towards the other side of her brother, and soon followed behind her was Sir Jarin.
"m'lords," The Head knight bowed at the door before entering. "I bright a letter from Viserp. It bears the king's seal."
"Give it here, Sir Jarin." The lord Rowan boomed, his voice full of authority. The knight walked towards the lord. As he gave the letter, he lowered his head, showing respect. Hedwig paid no mind to Jarin and kept his attention on Seraphina who was leaning on him, trying to get a better look at the letter. She gave him a light pinch on his arm and a tug on his sleeve. He gave her a small smile and he poked her nose.
"What does it say, father?" He asked the man who had his brows furrowed.
"All the Houses are summoned to meet with the king... to celebrate." He paused. "An heir to the throne has been born to him."
"I thought he already had a first born?" Seraphina whispered to Hedwig.
"A bastard son is no heir to Renzivia." Hedwig almost sang for her. Lord Arthur frowned. The idea of bastards repulsed him. More so that there was a bastard residing in the keep of the river.
"Bastards can be nice..." Seraphina mumbled to herself. Hedwig looked at her curiously, not knowing what she meant. He decided to ignore it... for now.
"What are your orders, my lord?" The knight had his head down.
"Seraphina, help your sister pack up and you should too. For the love of Varyn, bring something decent." Their father sounded exasperated. "Hedwig, the same goes for you. Sir Jarin, we will be bringing a small company, nothing more. This is no war, this is a celebration. We shall be bringing you with us; choose your men wisely. Go. We leave on the morrow."
"Yes, m'lord." The knight bowed and marched himself out of the room. Hedwig took his sister in his arm and started for the door as well. Their father stayed behind.
When they were out of the study, Hedwig gave a light sigh and stared at his sister. "Why must you do what you do? You know it displeases him."
"It is precisely why I do what I do, Hedwig. Because it displeases him." She rolled her eyes at him, as if it was the most obvious thing. "Unlike you, I don't go around making sure I'm the favorite."
"That is not my intention. I simply wish to honor our father." He frowned.
"There is more than that. I see you imitating him. I swear on Varyn, you're more like him everyday than yourself!" She exclaimed as she pulled her hand away from his arm. She stopped walking and placed both of her hands on her hips. Hedwig skidded to a stop and turned to watch her. He looked at her stern eyes and pouting lips. He raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what you mean." He said smoothly.
"Don't you do that to me, Hedwig. You can fool and bend anyone else with your sweet innocent words, but that wont work with your own blood." She sighed.
"Fine. Then tell me Seraphina." He was infront of her with two long strides. His face was an inch apart from hers. His eyes cold and empty. "Who am I?" He demanded. He was cold and unfeeling. He towered over her, and it scared him. He blinked a few times and shook his head... he stepped back to see her shaking. "F-forgive me. I- I dont know..." He trailed off and looked down. He let a hand run through his hair and closed his eyes. After a while, he felt a soft and gentle touch. Slender fingers tracing his arm.
"Hedwig... you're Hedwig." He felt his sister's arms around him and he pulled her close. A question still lingered in his head.
'And who is Hedwig?'
First born of House Rowan
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"In the beginning, the First Ones relied on the stolen magical texts and scriptures. Everything that happened in the world, they explained through magic. When asked what magic meant, and what magic really is, they provided no answer, excluding the few who gave answers that pointed to them." The Maester circled the young lord who stood in the center of the study. The shelves of books were arranged in such a way that the center of the room was empty. The Maester was holding a book in his hand, the other hand behind him as he paced slowly. The sound of his voice and footsteps echoed off of the walls. In the dark corner of the room, hidden from the light, Lord Arthur Rowan listened to the examination that the Maester has arranged for his first born son, Lord Hedwig Rowan. The young lord stood tall and proud, hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face as he was questioned. "However, when the age of the first ones have gone, and the domain of reason dawned upon us all, magic became less and less. When asked to explain such things as Nature, Change, or even life, the common folk had no answers. Give several examples of the previous scholars that explained Nature."
"When asked to define the world and give the root of all creation, the Maester Thales decided that there should be an arche for all that lived. An arche being the most basic substance where everything in the world came from. According to Maester Thales of House Rowan, the arche was water, believing that the world emerged from the dark seas, blessed and nourished by the rain, and the source of life itself. However, his student Anaximander opposed this idea. According to Anaximander, this is highly improbable seeing that water is limited. Arche, being the source of creation and life, should be without restrain or limit. He proposed a matter called Apeiron. "The boundless". This was believed for a certain length of time until the studies of his own descendant, Maester Anaximanes proclaimed that the Arche of the world is Air. Seeing that the air is limitless and cannot be bounded, and the clouds of the sky that produces the rain that falls, is made up of air itself." Not once did he stutter of flinch. The smile never left his face.
"If you're fighting an enemy that you have no chance of beating, what do you do?" The lord Arthur's gentle voice went through the study like a hushed whisper carried by the wind. Nonetheless, it was enough to send shivers throught the maester's spine.
"I don't fight battles I cannot win or manipulate." The smile on his lips widened.
"And if you are trapped by circumstance?" He followed.
"I find a way to get out or win. Gold and Silver can buy a man anything." He recited.
The examination was interrupted by the doors of the study opening. Hedwig turned his head to see his sister Seraphina enter. She gave a slight bow, her loose clothing did nothing to cover her bossom as she did. The Maester and Hedwig averted their eyes. The lord Arthur was not amused.
"What business do you bring? You know better than to interrupt your brother's studies." He said rather harshly.
"I apologize, father, but there is something that you would want to see." A sweet smile on her face, despite her father's tone of voice. He hated it when she showed no fear for him... and she loved seeing his annoyance for her. Hedwig sighed lightly and let his arms rest on his sides, slightly tired. It's been a number of hours since they've began, and not once was he given a chance to rest. Truth be told, he had a bit of a headache.
"And that is what?" He crossed his arms and stepped into the light. He walked beside his son as the Maester stepped down from the center and retreated into the shadows. He was not ordered away, and he shall not retire until told to do so. Seraphina entered the room with a light skip. She walked towards the other side of her brother, and soon followed behind her was Sir Jarin.
"m'lords," The Head knight bowed at the door before entering. "I bright a letter from Viserp. It bears the king's seal."
"Give it here, Sir Jarin." The lord Rowan boomed, his voice full of authority. The knight walked towards the lord. As he gave the letter, he lowered his head, showing respect. Hedwig paid no mind to Jarin and kept his attention on Seraphina who was leaning on him, trying to get a better look at the letter. She gave him a light pinch on his arm and a tug on his sleeve. He gave her a small smile and he poked her nose.
"What does it say, father?" He asked the man who had his brows furrowed.
"All the Houses are summoned to meet with the king... to celebrate." He paused. "An heir to the throne has been born to him."
"I thought he already had a first born?" Seraphina whispered to Hedwig.
"A bastard son is no heir to Renzivia." Hedwig almost sang for her. Lord Arthur frowned. The idea of bastards repulsed him. More so that there was a bastard residing in the keep of the river.
"Bastards can be nice..." Seraphina mumbled to herself. Hedwig looked at her curiously, not knowing what she meant. He decided to ignore it... for now.
"What are your orders, my lord?" The knight had his head down.
"Seraphina, help your sister pack up and you should too. For the love of Varyn, bring something decent." Their father sounded exasperated. "Hedwig, the same goes for you. Sir Jarin, we will be bringing a small company, nothing more. This is no war, this is a celebration. We shall be bringing you with us; choose your men wisely. Go. We leave on the morrow."
"Yes, m'lord." The knight bowed and marched himself out of the room. Hedwig took his sister in his arm and started for the door as well. Their father stayed behind.
When they were out of the study, Hedwig gave a light sigh and stared at his sister. "Why must you do what you do? You know it displeases him."
"It is precisely why I do what I do, Hedwig. Because it displeases him." She rolled her eyes at him, as if it was the most obvious thing. "Unlike you, I don't go around making sure I'm the favorite."
"That is not my intention. I simply wish to honor our father." He frowned.
"There is more than that. I see you imitating him. I swear on Varyn, you're more like him everyday than yourself!" She exclaimed as she pulled her hand away from his arm. She stopped walking and placed both of her hands on her hips. Hedwig skidded to a stop and turned to watch her. He looked at her stern eyes and pouting lips. He raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what you mean." He said smoothly.
"Don't you do that to me, Hedwig. You can fool and bend anyone else with your sweet innocent words, but that wont work with your own blood." She sighed.
"Fine. Then tell me Seraphina." He was infront of her with two long strides. His face was an inch apart from hers. His eyes cold and empty. "Who am I?" He demanded. He was cold and unfeeling. He towered over her, and it scared him. He blinked a few times and shook his head... he stepped back to see her shaking. "F-forgive me. I- I dont know..." He trailed off and looked down. He let a hand run through his hair and closed his eyes. After a while, he felt a soft and gentle touch. Slender fingers tracing his arm.
"Hedwig... you're Hedwig." He felt his sister's arms around him and he pulled her close. A question still lingered in his head.
'And who is Hedwig?'
ThisUsernameIsALie
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The seemingly young man allowed a soft smile to play across his lips as he passed through the small, idyllic town. It was rare he had an opportunity to see the gentler side of life. A few small children ran past him on the street, giggling and laughing as they ran towards the rolling fields surrounding the humble houses of the local farmers. He imagined being a child, not having a care in the world. Everything revolved around yourself, your friends, and food. He laughed inwardly at the thought of such innocence, and envied them. His smile started to dip downwards, almost becoming a frown, before the sight of a farmer's daughter and young, rambunctious lad laughing as they passed down the street, arm in arm, made his lips perk up once again.
This time, the smile stayed as he finished his passing through the town, once again walking among the vast fields. He sighed, wondering what it was like to live in peace, not having to worry if one's actions brought about a war, or famine, or the slaughtering of innocents over nothing. As these thoughts tumbled through his mind, a travelling priest passed by him on the road. The young man, Elijah, could not tell what religion he was of, due to his nondescript brown robes, but the way he held the book in his hands hinted at utmost reverence, and the cloak covering his face was easy evidence of a priest. He scowled at the man, passing him by without the man reacting in the slightest.
Elijah was not at all fond of most religions. A couple he was fine with, they were reasonably nice and moral people. But most... especially in the upper echolons of the churches... there was so much corruption and greed, he absolutely despised it. Then again, the nobles were the same way, with only a few decent ones existing. He once again sighed, his envy of the children growing as he thought over all the bad things in his world.
As he strolled through his mind, viewing past experiences and pondering upon the meaning of the evils of the nobles, he was suddenly caught off guard by a new thought. He pressed closer to it, attempting to see it. It was small, and hard to see clearly, it had popped into existence only a moment ago. With effort, he caught it, and carefully inspected it, a startling, yet familiar voice popping into his head.
"Elijah... recent news reports that the king has given birth to an heir. He has called a gathering of the nobles. My recent...research... suggests that something important is going to happen there. The augury isn't clear. Nevertheless, your presence is necessary. Travel to House Merek as soon as possible."
Elijah ran over the message mentally, thinking about what it meant. Feren must have seen something awfully important in his augury to contact him directly. He frowned, but knew he better act on what had been recommended. After he mentally began preparing the proper spell, he allowed a small part of his mind wonder what was to happen on the third moon.
Kent
Imagination will bring us everywhere
House Lancaster
Castor Clade
Head Maester of House Lancaster
The Maester was reading a book. A book so old that it was covered by dust, the cover partially broken and the pages were crumpled, some words could barely be seen. The book was written by the first Maester of House Lancaster. It contained information about the History of the house, it's lord's and ladies. He was flipping pages carefully when a falcon arrived. Ravens are usually sent for letters, but this one was new. A falcon could only mean that it came from 2 locations, one being Taladmohor and the other being Viserp, the capital. Castor took the letter and noticed that it had the seal of the King. He wondered what business does the King want with them, have they done something? or the king just simply need them. He broke the wax seal and read the contents of the letter. reading every word as fast as he can, but making sure that he would not miss something out. He rolled the letter back and put it in his table. A new heir of the king has been born and the King summoned all the lords of the land to celebrate. He quickly went out of his room and towards the halls, he has to inform Jason about this.
Jason Lancaster
Lord of House Lancaster & Lord Protector of Sarg
Jason was at the garden accompanying her sister, Lady Breight Lancaster in her daily walk. Breight was telling him the conversation he had with the birds and other animals. Jason listened carefully and chuckled. Both of them stopped when they saw Maester Castor was rushing towards them.
"Slow down Maester" He Said with a smile "I don't think your body could handle running, you're too ol-"
"This old body is still capable of doing many things" The Maester smiled, but was still panting "I just received a letter from the king, he has summoned all nobles to head to Viserp to celebrate as his heir is finally born." Jason looked at him and nodded. He then looked at Breight.
"I supposed we will be riding for Viserp" Jason replied "To meet this new heir"
"I hope the baby is cute" Breight replied with a smile "I like cute babies."
"The prince will surely be cute" Castor replied "Now if you would excuse me, I still have to inform your other siblings."
"Go on" Jason said with a smile
((When is the third moon?))
BalloonKing
Balloon
House Merek
~The first moon~
"It has to be perfect! I need more feathers here in this part." The Queen, Adelaide Merek commanded.
The room was full of tailors and servants. In front of them were tables piled with cloth and different kinds of material being made into each individual's masterpiece. By the door, was the queen, holding the newborn babe in her arms, fast asleep despite the noise of the busy room.
"My queen, you called for me?" The bastard son of the king asked as he entered. His eyes scanned the room and then the sleeping babe, wondering what in the name of Zedohk was the queen planning.
"Cedric! Perfect timing." The Queen grinned and held out the baby. He stirred in his sleep a bit, as she did. Cedric took him and cradled him, not wanting to ruin his sleep. He looked at the queen, confused. "The lords and ladies of Renzivia are coming to celebrate the birth of my son; I want to hold a ball."
"On such short notice, my queen?" He asked, doubting her plans. "Does the king know?"
"I just told him a while ago. Your father is well-informed, do not worry." She smiled. Adelaide bore no hatred for Cedric. She saw him as a brother, given the 7 year gap between them. She didn't blame her lord husband for his existence; they weren't even promised when the boy came about. Cedric, however, isolated himself from her love. He didn't allow himself to get closer to her, seeing that in the eyes of all of Renzivia, he was but a bastard. Looked down upon. He didn't dare let himself hope that he's accepted in society; Viserp and Foronto wasn't the only land there was. Cedric shook his head lightly, wanting to think of something else. As he did, his eyes came upon a mask decorated in feathers.
"A mask?" He questioned.
"A masquerade! Do you like the idea?" She smiled sweetly. It was a face you couldn't say no to. Cedric thought of how childish the young queen could be.
"I do." He returned the smile and adjusted his hold on the young babe. "And what do I do with this child?" He asked.
"Show him around, walk with him, talk to him, tell him stories. He's already fed, so there is no problem with that." She eyed the costumes some more. "I need to supervise this, see."
"Are you even well enough to be walking around in such a stressful environment?" He was worried for his queen.
"I will be fine, Cedric." She smirked. "You doubt me too much."
"Just a moment ago you were screaming, then you fainted." He reminded her.
"Oi, childbirth is difficult." Part of her wondered if he saw her naked body in the Vatum.
"Precisely, and now here you are, not resting."
"I appreciate your concern but I need to be here." She frowned. "If you can get your father to come here and stop me, then I would. Otherwise, take care of your brother."
Cedric sighed but gave a bow, babe still in his arms.
~The first moon~
"It has to be perfect! I need more feathers here in this part." The Queen, Adelaide Merek commanded.
The room was full of tailors and servants. In front of them were tables piled with cloth and different kinds of material being made into each individual's masterpiece. By the door, was the queen, holding the newborn babe in her arms, fast asleep despite the noise of the busy room.
"My queen, you called for me?" The bastard son of the king asked as he entered. His eyes scanned the room and then the sleeping babe, wondering what in the name of Zedohk was the queen planning.
"Cedric! Perfect timing." The Queen grinned and held out the baby. He stirred in his sleep a bit, as she did. Cedric took him and cradled him, not wanting to ruin his sleep. He looked at the queen, confused. "The lords and ladies of Renzivia are coming to celebrate the birth of my son; I want to hold a ball."
"On such short notice, my queen?" He asked, doubting her plans. "Does the king know?"
"I just told him a while ago. Your father is well-informed, do not worry." She smiled. Adelaide bore no hatred for Cedric. She saw him as a brother, given the 7 year gap between them. She didn't blame her lord husband for his existence; they weren't even promised when the boy came about. Cedric, however, isolated himself from her love. He didn't allow himself to get closer to her, seeing that in the eyes of all of Renzivia, he was but a bastard. Looked down upon. He didn't dare let himself hope that he's accepted in society; Viserp and Foronto wasn't the only land there was. Cedric shook his head lightly, wanting to think of something else. As he did, his eyes came upon a mask decorated in feathers.
"A mask?" He questioned.
"A masquerade! Do you like the idea?" She smiled sweetly. It was a face you couldn't say no to. Cedric thought of how childish the young queen could be.
"I do." He returned the smile and adjusted his hold on the young babe. "And what do I do with this child?" He asked.
"Show him around, walk with him, talk to him, tell him stories. He's already fed, so there is no problem with that." She eyed the costumes some more. "I need to supervise this, see."
"Are you even well enough to be walking around in such a stressful environment?" He was worried for his queen.
"I will be fine, Cedric." She smirked. "You doubt me too much."
"Just a moment ago you were screaming, then you fainted." He reminded her.
"Oi, childbirth is difficult." Part of her wondered if he saw her naked body in the Vatum.
"Precisely, and now here you are, not resting."
"I appreciate your concern but I need to be here." She frowned. "If you can get your father to come here and stop me, then I would. Otherwise, take care of your brother."
Cedric sighed but gave a bow, babe still in his arms.
CharmyPie (gone~)
TAKEN QUEEN
Lady Matilda
The lady kissed by the Sun | The child born of death
Lady Matilda Rowan stood by her bed with her sister Seraphina at her side. The bed was full of gowns and beautiful dresses fit for princesses. The girls were staring at them, a troubled look on their faces.
"Did father mention how long we were to stay there?" The red headed lady asked for the 5th time that evening.
"Again, I say, no." Seraphina sighed and scratched her head. They've been standing there for quite a while, not knowing which clothes to pack, how many, how fancy or how simple. "Do you think father would let us bring our entire wardrobe?"
"Isn't that a bit too much, Seraphina?" Matilda gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
"Who's to say that it isn't too little?" She countered, a devious smile on her face. "Would you ask, sister? Father favors you."
"Again you say that he does, and I say it isn't like that." Matilda frowned as she walked away. She sat on the chair by the fire place and let out a light shiver. "You know of my condition more than anyone."
"I do." She agreed. "I also know our father."
"As do I." Matilda frowned, feeling as if she was being treated like a child.
"No, you know the illusion." Seraphina was stubborn and didn't let it go. Frustrated, Matilda turned her attention to the fire place, not bothering to respond to her sister. She felt a sob in her throat and water in her eyes. She was quite sensitive with the topic and her sister knew that. She didn't understand why Seraphina just HAD to keep bringing it up, reminding both of them of the clear line their father has for the three of them. Hedwig, the child set up with expectations. Seraphina, the child ignored and unloved. Matilda, the favored child. She refused to believe these labels set by her sister and for it, her sister thought her naive. Finally, the sob broke through and her tears fell. She wiped them away in defiance, not wanting to be called a cry baby.
"Oh Varyn, why oh why?" Seraphina groaned and walked towards her seated sister. "Stop crying, Matilda."
"I'm not crying." She said defiantly and bit her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing.
"You're a bad liar." Seraphina laughed lightly and knelt by her legs as she took her hands into hers.
"I knoow. I cant be as good as you, y'know." She sniffled.
"Being a liar isn't something to be proud of." She rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling her sister with her. "Now come on, we have yet to pick dresses."
"The red one." She finally decided.
"Lady Red" Sera teased.
"It matches me, don't you think?"
The lady kissed by the Sun | The child born of death
Lady Matilda Rowan stood by her bed with her sister Seraphina at her side. The bed was full of gowns and beautiful dresses fit for princesses. The girls were staring at them, a troubled look on their faces.
"Did father mention how long we were to stay there?" The red headed lady asked for the 5th time that evening.
"Again, I say, no." Seraphina sighed and scratched her head. They've been standing there for quite a while, not knowing which clothes to pack, how many, how fancy or how simple. "Do you think father would let us bring our entire wardrobe?"
"Isn't that a bit too much, Seraphina?" Matilda gasped and covered her mouth in shock.
"Who's to say that it isn't too little?" She countered, a devious smile on her face. "Would you ask, sister? Father favors you."
"Again you say that he does, and I say it isn't like that." Matilda frowned as she walked away. She sat on the chair by the fire place and let out a light shiver. "You know of my condition more than anyone."
"I do." She agreed. "I also know our father."
"As do I." Matilda frowned, feeling as if she was being treated like a child.
"No, you know the illusion." Seraphina was stubborn and didn't let it go. Frustrated, Matilda turned her attention to the fire place, not bothering to respond to her sister. She felt a sob in her throat and water in her eyes. She was quite sensitive with the topic and her sister knew that. She didn't understand why Seraphina just HAD to keep bringing it up, reminding both of them of the clear line their father has for the three of them. Hedwig, the child set up with expectations. Seraphina, the child ignored and unloved. Matilda, the favored child. She refused to believe these labels set by her sister and for it, her sister thought her naive. Finally, the sob broke through and her tears fell. She wiped them away in defiance, not wanting to be called a cry baby.
"Oh Varyn, why oh why?" Seraphina groaned and walked towards her seated sister. "Stop crying, Matilda."
"I'm not crying." She said defiantly and bit her lower lip to keep herself from sobbing.
"You're a bad liar." Seraphina laughed lightly and knelt by her legs as she took her hands into hers.
"I knoow. I cant be as good as you, y'know." She sniffled.
"Being a liar isn't something to be proud of." She rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling her sister with her. "Now come on, we have yet to pick dresses."
"The red one." She finally decided.
"Lady Red" Sera teased.
"It matches me, don't you think?"
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ViolntSian
Strange Queen Lurking
The sun had just come forth high above the sky and the people inside the castle of the Vastikults were as busy as ever. Along the corridors of the castle, the current lord of Vastikult, along with his adviser and scholar, was making his way to the gates. He was garbed with his finest clothing - a midnight blue vest covering a black shirt, a coat made from the fur of a bandersnatch.
“It appears that the king has invited us to this special gathering.” The scholar chimed, “Perhaps we should bring along with us gifts for their family.”
The lord grunted in response, to which they were already used to. They knew he was not angry. It was just a nature Khrego had developed over the years.
“The gifts have been prepared earlier. Each house have presented it to me. So far they have provided good gifts.” The lord answered.
On the other side of the castle, in the room of Lady Siantara, the servants tried to reason her off with wearing a dress rather than her usual clothing which consists of a shirt and pants.
“But, m’lady, you will be attending a gathering of the king himself.” The servant meekly reasoned out. The young lady sighed in defeat and ran a hand through her blonde locks. She stood up from her chair and took the dress from the servant and began changing. She sat down on the chair, facing the vanity table. A lone vibrant blue rose, on its full bloom despite the cold weather, rested on a white vase which made the lady stare at it while the servant combed her hair.
Meanwhile, in the training grounds, the eldest child of Vastikult, Lord Sage, was sparring with the Head Knight, Merec Gael. The Lord had already dressed up and was just currently filling his time.
“M’lord, is it not best if we do not spar? Your clothes will be wrinkled and ruined. And shouldn’t you be checking your knights by the gates?” The head knight asked, his smile showing the bond they have formed.
The young Lord stopped, putting down his sword as his face scrunched up in thought,
“Perhaps you’re right.”
Looking down, the black sleeves of his undershirt was slightly sticking out of his velvet blue vest. Sage tucked back in his shirt, looking at his back making sure that his shirt was proper.
He walked over to Merec and gave his sword before proceeding to the gates. Merec followed after handing the swords to a servant.
Once he arrived, the knights that will be accompanying them have already assembled. Their disciplined selves were something to be proud of. His father was already mounted on his steed in the front of the group. He walked to his horse, the black steed who have accompanied him ever since he was of fifteen years. He caressed it before mounting, settling to its saddle.
A carriage behind him was assembled for his sister, to which she will surely complain about having to stay inside it. As if on cue, the lady emerged from the door and walked to their direction. Her dress was made of a deep rich hue of blue, accentuating her figure. Her hair neatly kept as strands on each side have been braided, with the use of their younger brother’s ribbons which matched the color of her dress. His eyes flickered a small hint of sadness as he looked at the ribbons.
Siantara went over to her brother and her father, nodding her head a them,
“Good morning to you two, m’lords.” She flashed a smile, “I believe we are ready to go?”
Lord Khrego showed a gentle smile, his eyes full of adoration for his daughter, who had grown to look like her mother so much. “Yes, we are, my dear. You look lovely, Siantara.” To which Sage nodded. Siantara smiled wider, saying a small thank you before going in the carriage. It looked like she’d have to endure the journey for a while.
The Lord’s expression went back from gentle to brooding, facing towards the horizon, he shouted at his men,
“Let us go!”
He rode his horse, his son and his men following suit. The proud banner of his house dancing in the silent music of the cold wind of Walid.
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Syra
Historian and Art Trash Extraordinaire
HOUSE FASCHIA
Preparing for the Journey
"I'm nervous, brother" Eliyah admitted, fitting her own clothes in place. It was not the usual clothing that she had been accustomed to wearing as it covered the whole of her body, sleeves and all. A faded red gown laced over with light amber beading. Patting her mess of curls, she turned to him. "What if..." she exhaled with hands still on her head, "They stare at you..at us as if we're different when we clearly aren't." Her eldest brother Basil who was wearing robes of deep purple and white lilies as the House of Kamara did gave his sheltered sister a warm smile. He cupped her gentle face with a coarse hand.
"Since it will be your first time outside these walls, I must tell you that our culture is quite unique." He furrowed his brows, "but do not let these people belittle you just because they cannot understand us. I urge you to remain proud of House Faschia" He paused, looking down unto her bright and unsuspecting eyes. He wasn't ready to give her this conversation, to tell her of life outside the desert. How cold the treatment was that they received from other houses when they heard that they would be receiving a visit from a bastard of Talmodhor.
She wrapped a hand around his wrist and frowned, "Why...can't I be proud of all of you? Surely these names will melt away once you all meet!"
He shook his head and gave up, she simply wouldn't understand until she encountered it. "To some individuals Eliyah, status is what differentiates a man from an animal and many people indeed hold this custom in high regard."
"Thats hateful and stupid! The Vates tell us that as long an you are a being of mind and free will--" He interrupted her with a firm hush, the room started to grow warmer as he felt her emotions pour and swirl into the air. Basil's expression became grim. "Eliyah, if you cannot keep your calm then I recommend that you shouldn't go." Upon hearing that, the girl suddenly looked dejected. Reminded once more of her uniqueness. She backed away from her elder brother and wrapped her arms around herself, nodding gently.
"I see what this is about..you think I'll kill someone...don't you?" She accused him and wiped the corners of her eyes which started to pour specks of gold.
"No! Of course not!" Taken aback, Basil moved to hug her tight only to be greeted by strong gust of sand, throwing the large man out of the girl's room and into the hallway. His head and back connecting with the hard rock of the castle wall. The servants who were passing by quickly rushed to the bleeding man's aid. The eldest Faschia raised his hand to halt them and looked up into the bedroom to see Eliyah retreating towards her bed. Wincing in pain, Basil stood up and looked at the castle staff. "Tell Lady Moshira that her daughter is not yet in the right mind to attend this gathering. I was wrong to think that she was."
Preparing for the Journey
"I'm nervous, brother" Eliyah admitted, fitting her own clothes in place. It was not the usual clothing that she had been accustomed to wearing as it covered the whole of her body, sleeves and all. A faded red gown laced over with light amber beading. Patting her mess of curls, she turned to him. "What if..." she exhaled with hands still on her head, "They stare at you..at us as if we're different when we clearly aren't." Her eldest brother Basil who was wearing robes of deep purple and white lilies as the House of Kamara did gave his sheltered sister a warm smile. He cupped her gentle face with a coarse hand.
"Since it will be your first time outside these walls, I must tell you that our culture is quite unique." He furrowed his brows, "but do not let these people belittle you just because they cannot understand us. I urge you to remain proud of House Faschia" He paused, looking down unto her bright and unsuspecting eyes. He wasn't ready to give her this conversation, to tell her of life outside the desert. How cold the treatment was that they received from other houses when they heard that they would be receiving a visit from a bastard of Talmodhor.
She wrapped a hand around his wrist and frowned, "Why...can't I be proud of all of you? Surely these names will melt away once you all meet!"
He shook his head and gave up, she simply wouldn't understand until she encountered it. "To some individuals Eliyah, status is what differentiates a man from an animal and many people indeed hold this custom in high regard."
"Thats hateful and stupid! The Vates tell us that as long an you are a being of mind and free will--" He interrupted her with a firm hush, the room started to grow warmer as he felt her emotions pour and swirl into the air. Basil's expression became grim. "Eliyah, if you cannot keep your calm then I recommend that you shouldn't go." Upon hearing that, the girl suddenly looked dejected. Reminded once more of her uniqueness. She backed away from her elder brother and wrapped her arms around herself, nodding gently.
"I see what this is about..you think I'll kill someone...don't you?" She accused him and wiped the corners of her eyes which started to pour specks of gold.
"No! Of course not!" Taken aback, Basil moved to hug her tight only to be greeted by strong gust of sand, throwing the large man out of the girl's room and into the hallway. His head and back connecting with the hard rock of the castle wall. The servants who were passing by quickly rushed to the bleeding man's aid. The eldest Faschia raised his hand to halt them and looked up into the bedroom to see Eliyah retreating towards her bed. Wincing in pain, Basil stood up and looked at the castle staff. "Tell Lady Moshira that her daughter is not yet in the right mind to attend this gathering. I was wrong to think that she was."
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Slop
Elder Member
Stories spread about rather quickly in these lands. It's been only so long since the news was first released and even peasants knew about the celebration to he held. In fact, they are no less informed than the humans - same goes for Orpheus. It didn't take much effort for Orpheus to find out about the ball as he always was an excellent observer and eavesdroppper.
Being one of them, Orpheus was fully aware of the profound hatred his kind had towards the humans - being someone who was on the fence withal, led him to not caring a slight bit. He thought to himself how perfect an opportunity this was for him to truly witness a human ball in person - he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. And idea then came into the faerie's mind and he may very well be the first fae to visit a human ball.
Not wanting to miss out on the historical moment, Orpheus put on his humans clothes, strode out of his little cottage in the middle of the woods, got on his horse and rode away to the lands of Viserp.
Being one of them, Orpheus was fully aware of the profound hatred his kind had towards the humans - being someone who was on the fence withal, led him to not caring a slight bit. He thought to himself how perfect an opportunity this was for him to truly witness a human ball in person - he wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. And idea then came into the faerie's mind and he may very well be the first fae to visit a human ball.
Not wanting to miss out on the historical moment, Orpheus put on his humans clothes, strode out of his little cottage in the middle of the woods, got on his horse and rode away to the lands of Viserp.
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ThisUsernameIsALie
Member
Elijah Ilathen
-Arriving at Viserp-
Eli walked up to the main gates of the palace of House Merek, and he couldn't help but to grudgingly admire it's beautiful design and how wondrously grand.
How many people could have been fed with the vast amounts of money necessary to produce this building?, he thought to himself. He shook his head with a sigh, knowing he needed to show at least some respect to the king. He was one of the very few nobles that wasn't a complete bastard, and his bastard son was, ironically, the same case. He was in fact, glad that the king had birthed a "rightful" heir, knowing the king's raising would produce a fine man. He much preferred that over the possibility of one of the other noble houses taking over the throne.
He reached the gates, and looked at the guards stationed within on each side of the gate. One of them sneered, "Oy, peasant! Get away from the king's palace! You don't have any business here."
Elijah settled a flat gaze at the man, speaking clearly, "My name is Elijah Ilathen, and I'm here to hold counsel with the king. I highly suggest you let me in, or it will not bear well for you or your potential for producing a child." Elijah paused and looked him over. "Though I suspect that the chances of that happening are low already."
The guard stuttered, recognizing the name and opening the gate, motioning for the other to alert the king. Elijah strolled in, walking through the impressive gardens and striding through the massive front doors that had been opened by two footmen. He went into the grand hall, walking around it, admiring the various paintings that had been hung all around as he waited for the king's presence.
@BalloonKing
(Assumedly, this is a few days before the gathering, though idk exactly how the time is flowing xD)
-Arriving at Viserp-
Eli walked up to the main gates of the palace of House Merek, and he couldn't help but to grudgingly admire it's beautiful design and how wondrously grand.
How many people could have been fed with the vast amounts of money necessary to produce this building?, he thought to himself. He shook his head with a sigh, knowing he needed to show at least some respect to the king. He was one of the very few nobles that wasn't a complete bastard, and his bastard son was, ironically, the same case. He was in fact, glad that the king had birthed a "rightful" heir, knowing the king's raising would produce a fine man. He much preferred that over the possibility of one of the other noble houses taking over the throne.
He reached the gates, and looked at the guards stationed within on each side of the gate. One of them sneered, "Oy, peasant! Get away from the king's palace! You don't have any business here."
Elijah settled a flat gaze at the man, speaking clearly, "My name is Elijah Ilathen, and I'm here to hold counsel with the king. I highly suggest you let me in, or it will not bear well for you or your potential for producing a child." Elijah paused and looked him over. "Though I suspect that the chances of that happening are low already."
The guard stuttered, recognizing the name and opening the gate, motioning for the other to alert the king. Elijah strolled in, walking through the impressive gardens and striding through the massive front doors that had been opened by two footmen. He went into the grand hall, walking around it, admiring the various paintings that had been hung all around as he waited for the king's presence.
@BalloonKing
(Assumedly, this is a few days before the gathering, though idk exactly how the time is flowing xD)
Lekar
Chosen Undead
Seraph Calor
- Inside the market of Viserp -
Seraph looks up, seeing birds overhead as they fly by to the other end of man's view. Sometime ago, Seraph heard something that had changed him, "Whenever people see birds flying through the skies, it is said that they get the urge to go on an adventure." He's been on his own since very little, minimal care for him, he's been beaten, battered, poisoned, and left near-death on multiple occasions only to make himself stronger. He never asked for a life like this, but nobody ever gets exactly what they wish. Did Seraph want to go on an adventure? He certainly thinks so.
"Come on child, you're holding us up." Said the tall figure behind him. Seraph whipped back into reality, regaining his senses. He fumbled on his words and apologised, giving a small bow of his head in remorse. He reached into his pockets and pulled out the small few coins he had left from his labor, handing them to the stall-keep and taking off with his basket of food. He didn't get much for the amount he's been paid, but it would last him if he was careful. He took a seat on a nearby bench, chipping off small crumbs of bread to eat. He tossed a few crumbs on the ground and instantly got bombarded with birds. They all peck at the ground greedily and shove each other out of the way. He leans back and feels the cool weather on his skin, soaking in the atmosphere. It was the perfect day, not too hot, not too cold. Although Seraph much preferred the cold, the only times it reached so dreadfully bone-chilling was during the harshest of storms and coldest of winters. The land didn't feel at all natural compared to what he was accustomed to, but it would have to do. In the midst of his relaxation, he caught wind of some passing by conversation. "...yeah, there's going to be a grand celebration soon, celebrating the king's newborn..." That was all he needed to hear, any time-consuming task will be enough for him. Seraph doesn't know the first thing about searching for adventure or finding his own destiny, he seems to have a knack for it running into him naturally. The days will come and go, passing by him like a stranger in the crowd. He has no friends, no blood ties, nothing to keep him occupied in this land. He can't leave, where would he go? He can't start trouble, that's the last thing he needs.
He debated whether or not he would appear fine enough to enter a 'grand celebration' and thought about whether he should go, but what's the real harm in trying?
- Inside the market of Viserp -
Seraph looks up, seeing birds overhead as they fly by to the other end of man's view. Sometime ago, Seraph heard something that had changed him, "Whenever people see birds flying through the skies, it is said that they get the urge to go on an adventure." He's been on his own since very little, minimal care for him, he's been beaten, battered, poisoned, and left near-death on multiple occasions only to make himself stronger. He never asked for a life like this, but nobody ever gets exactly what they wish. Did Seraph want to go on an adventure? He certainly thinks so.
"Come on child, you're holding us up." Said the tall figure behind him. Seraph whipped back into reality, regaining his senses. He fumbled on his words and apologised, giving a small bow of his head in remorse. He reached into his pockets and pulled out the small few coins he had left from his labor, handing them to the stall-keep and taking off with his basket of food. He didn't get much for the amount he's been paid, but it would last him if he was careful. He took a seat on a nearby bench, chipping off small crumbs of bread to eat. He tossed a few crumbs on the ground and instantly got bombarded with birds. They all peck at the ground greedily and shove each other out of the way. He leans back and feels the cool weather on his skin, soaking in the atmosphere. It was the perfect day, not too hot, not too cold. Although Seraph much preferred the cold, the only times it reached so dreadfully bone-chilling was during the harshest of storms and coldest of winters. The land didn't feel at all natural compared to what he was accustomed to, but it would have to do. In the midst of his relaxation, he caught wind of some passing by conversation. "...yeah, there's going to be a grand celebration soon, celebrating the king's newborn..." That was all he needed to hear, any time-consuming task will be enough for him. Seraph doesn't know the first thing about searching for adventure or finding his own destiny, he seems to have a knack for it running into him naturally. The days will come and go, passing by him like a stranger in the crowd. He has no friends, no blood ties, nothing to keep him occupied in this land. He can't leave, where would he go? He can't start trouble, that's the last thing he needs.
He debated whether or not he would appear fine enough to enter a 'grand celebration' and thought about whether he should go, but what's the real harm in trying?
BalloonKing
Balloon
House Merek
~The First Moon~
"My king, a man bearing the name Elijah Ilathen has come to your audience." A man bowed in front of the king. Thomas was on his desk writing and signing about the current law system of Renzivia. He found some things odd. He raised his head with his brows furrowed. The name sounded familiar but somehow, he couldn't place his mind on it.
"Where is he?"
"In the Grand Hall, sire." He replied.
"Very well." The king stood from his desk and walked his way towards the Grand Hall. He was unguarded. He disliked being surrounded by knights and people. He wasn't the type to overreact and do unnecessary things. He gave a light sigh as he felt the man following him, though there was nothing he could do about it. The bargain he made with the Vates ended with him having to have at least one person with him.
He descended from the stairs, seeing the lone strange man in the Hall.
"Elijah Ilathen." He's never seen the man before in his entire life. However, his name finally registered in the king's head. "What honor you give me for your presence in these halls."
@ThisUsernameIsALie
~The First Moon~
"My king, a man bearing the name Elijah Ilathen has come to your audience." A man bowed in front of the king. Thomas was on his desk writing and signing about the current law system of Renzivia. He found some things odd. He raised his head with his brows furrowed. The name sounded familiar but somehow, he couldn't place his mind on it.
"Where is he?"
"In the Grand Hall, sire." He replied.
"Very well." The king stood from his desk and walked his way towards the Grand Hall. He was unguarded. He disliked being surrounded by knights and people. He wasn't the type to overreact and do unnecessary things. He gave a light sigh as he felt the man following him, though there was nothing he could do about it. The bargain he made with the Vates ended with him having to have at least one person with him.
He descended from the stairs, seeing the lone strange man in the Hall.
"Elijah Ilathen." He's never seen the man before in his entire life. However, his name finally registered in the king's head. "What honor you give me for your presence in these halls."
@ThisUsernameIsALie
CharmyPie (gone~)
TAKEN QUEEN
Reina
Reina walked in the market place of Viserp freely. Her pale white skin and black eyes peered through the mortals that walked with her. She was disgusted by them. She made sure that in their eyes, they saw her as one of them, a mere mortal. It pained her to do so, but it was the only way she could walk among them without hiding her wings. Doing such a thing was unthinkable for Reina. Was she not one of them? Was she not here when man was formed? Why would she have to conform to man when they should be worshiping her. The thought irked her a lot.
"Have you heard? The king is holding a feast on the Third Moon! A ball! He has given the kingdom an heir to the throne."
"Really? That's incredible news! Viserp will surely be overflowing with foreign folk?"
"Yes, the queen is even preparing this masquerade of sorts,er... a ball was it?"
"Oh yes! I've heard. My husband was taken into the castle to work as an extra pair of hands. Seems like they're awfully busy."
"Oh I can't wait!"
She listened to the idiotic chatter of man.
A masquerade ball for a babe? What an interesting event. She thought to herself, a devious smile on her face. She walked ahead. At the corner of her eye, she saw a mortal with white hair feeding a bunch of birds. She let her gaze fall on him as she walked. Strange. She shook her head and looked ahead again.
Impossible. He can't be. I'm imagining things.
ThisUsernameIsALie
Member
Elijah turned his head towards the sound of the king's voice, and gave a small smile. He stood up, walked to the king, and bowed, though only enough to pass the minimal standards of royal etiquette. And then, in a breach of the previously mentioned rules, he offered the king his hand, curious if he would lower himself to shake it. He had met many nobles who would not, it was a test he had devised to gain a glimpse of the person's character.
"It's an honor to meet you, sir. I've heard only the best things about you and your family. I have the utmost regard for you," Elijah paused, trying to think of how to bring up what he needed to say.
"I've heard that you have given birth to a male heir. Congratulations, I'm quite happy for you. It bodes well for the human realm."
Elijah stopped and frowned. "However...well, first, I want to make sure you are aware of my role. You seem to know of me, which is understandable. My name has gathered some recognition over these past few years, with my penchant for working alongside both them and the humans. I think of myself as an ambassador, generally, but my duties often require a more... independent approach, in my goal to keep the peace between the humans and them. Recent information suggests that someone is planning something involving your family on the Third Moon, at the gathering, though I have not gathered any specifics."
Elijah looked at the king seriously. "You have hopefully heard of my capabilities as both a mage and swordsman. At the gathering I ask that you would allow me to watch over the new child. Not constantly, so as not to make a scene, but to keep an eye on him. I'm worried about his safety. Now, I know you have fine guards that are undoubtedly skilled, but I think it is wise to have additional safeguards in place. I can understand any hesitation you might have, though if necessary I can secure recommendations from many of the vassal houses and the Arcanum itself."
@BalloonKing
"It's an honor to meet you, sir. I've heard only the best things about you and your family. I have the utmost regard for you," Elijah paused, trying to think of how to bring up what he needed to say.
"I've heard that you have given birth to a male heir. Congratulations, I'm quite happy for you. It bodes well for the human realm."
Elijah stopped and frowned. "However...well, first, I want to make sure you are aware of my role. You seem to know of me, which is understandable. My name has gathered some recognition over these past few years, with my penchant for working alongside both them and the humans. I think of myself as an ambassador, generally, but my duties often require a more... independent approach, in my goal to keep the peace between the humans and them. Recent information suggests that someone is planning something involving your family on the Third Moon, at the gathering, though I have not gathered any specifics."
Elijah looked at the king seriously. "You have hopefully heard of my capabilities as both a mage and swordsman. At the gathering I ask that you would allow me to watch over the new child. Not constantly, so as not to make a scene, but to keep an eye on him. I'm worried about his safety. Now, I know you have fine guards that are undoubtedly skilled, but I think it is wise to have additional safeguards in place. I can understand any hesitation you might have, though if necessary I can secure recommendations from many of the vassal houses and the Arcanum itself."
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Balloon
House Merek
~The First Moon~
The king watched him bow, a polite smile never leaving his face. He approached the man who held out his hand. Delighted, he shook it. No one has dared do such to Thomas, even though he appreciated the gesture.
"It's an honor to meet you, sir. I've heard only the best things about you and your family. I have the utmost regard for you," He started. The king didn't interrupt knowing the man had more to say. "I've heard that you have given birth to a male heir. Congratulations, I'm quite happy for you. It bodes well for the human realm." The man frowned.
"However...well, first, I want to make sure you are aware of my role. You seem to know of me, which is understandable. My name has gathered some recognition over these past few years, with my penchant for working alongside both them and the humans. I think of myself as an ambassador, generally, but my duties often require a more... independent approach, in my goal to keep the peace between the humans and them. Recent information suggests that someone is planning something involving your family on the Third Moon, at the gathering, though I have not gathered any specifics." His eyes gazed at Merek. "You have hopefully heard of my capabilities as both a mage and swordsman. At the gathering I ask that you would allow me to watch over the new child. Not constantly, so as not to make a scene, but to keep an eye on him. I'm worried about his safety. Now, I know you have fine guards that are undoubtedly skilled, but I think it is wise to have additional safeguards in place. I can understand any hesitation you might have, though if necessary I can secure recommendations from many of the vassal houses and the Arcanum itself."
The king examined Elijah for a while. His face, stoic. He didn't like the news he brought, but was thankful for it, regardless.
"I thank you, Ambassador," He didn't know with which title to address the man. "For the warning you've brought and your concern for my family, though I must ask, where and how did you gain knowledge of such dangers?" The king opened his mouth to say something more, but he heard footsteps by the staircase.
"Father, are you there? Queen Ade-" Cedric stopped by the entrance and gave a polite bow, his brother in his arms. The sight of this touched the king's heart. "I am intruding. Please excuse me, I will come at a better time." The bastard excused himself.
"No, please." The king stretched his arms in welcome. "Come here my son, I must introduce you." He looked at the mage with a proud smile as Cedric approached hesitantly. "My son, Cedric Nomine."
Cedric gave a bow, careful not to wake the babe in his arms.
"You are welcome to stay and keep an eye on things. But the child will never leave his brother's presence. I trust Cedric with my life, with his brother, and even the throne."
Cedric's eyes widened at his father's words but looked down and said nothing.
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~The First Moon~
The king watched him bow, a polite smile never leaving his face. He approached the man who held out his hand. Delighted, he shook it. No one has dared do such to Thomas, even though he appreciated the gesture.
"It's an honor to meet you, sir. I've heard only the best things about you and your family. I have the utmost regard for you," He started. The king didn't interrupt knowing the man had more to say. "I've heard that you have given birth to a male heir. Congratulations, I'm quite happy for you. It bodes well for the human realm." The man frowned.
"However...well, first, I want to make sure you are aware of my role. You seem to know of me, which is understandable. My name has gathered some recognition over these past few years, with my penchant for working alongside both them and the humans. I think of myself as an ambassador, generally, but my duties often require a more... independent approach, in my goal to keep the peace between the humans and them. Recent information suggests that someone is planning something involving your family on the Third Moon, at the gathering, though I have not gathered any specifics." His eyes gazed at Merek. "You have hopefully heard of my capabilities as both a mage and swordsman. At the gathering I ask that you would allow me to watch over the new child. Not constantly, so as not to make a scene, but to keep an eye on him. I'm worried about his safety. Now, I know you have fine guards that are undoubtedly skilled, but I think it is wise to have additional safeguards in place. I can understand any hesitation you might have, though if necessary I can secure recommendations from many of the vassal houses and the Arcanum itself."
The king examined Elijah for a while. His face, stoic. He didn't like the news he brought, but was thankful for it, regardless.
"I thank you, Ambassador," He didn't know with which title to address the man. "For the warning you've brought and your concern for my family, though I must ask, where and how did you gain knowledge of such dangers?" The king opened his mouth to say something more, but he heard footsteps by the staircase.
"Father, are you there? Queen Ade-" Cedric stopped by the entrance and gave a polite bow, his brother in his arms. The sight of this touched the king's heart. "I am intruding. Please excuse me, I will come at a better time." The bastard excused himself.
"No, please." The king stretched his arms in welcome. "Come here my son, I must introduce you." He looked at the mage with a proud smile as Cedric approached hesitantly. "My son, Cedric Nomine."
Cedric gave a bow, careful not to wake the babe in his arms.
"You are welcome to stay and keep an eye on things. But the child will never leave his brother's presence. I trust Cedric with my life, with his brother, and even the throne."
Cedric's eyes widened at his father's words but looked down and said nothing.
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Kent
Imagination will bring us everywhere
House Lancaster
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Bryan Pitilius
Head of the Larvosh Watch
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Bryan was standing at one of the towers in Larvosh Watch, he was walking in circles trying to scan the whole area. They had been luring more of his men from the watch to the see and when they arrive at the location, only bones are left. Bryan could not be easily swayed by the singing of the siren, as his mind was specially trained to withstand it. An officer approached him and had a note on his hands.
"Mi'lord" The Officer bowed.
"I am no lord" Bryan Scowled "What is it that you need?"
"Forgive me, Ser" He said "I have a letter from Lavosh, It has Lord Jason's Seal." Bryan sighed. Jason is a childhood friend of his. He remembered the fun times he had with him and smiled. He took the letter and broke the wax seal. He uncurled it and read it carefully.
Dear Bryan,
Im not fond of writing letters, but I will write this for your sake. A heir to the throne of Rendezvia has been born and the King wishes to summon All lords to the capital. I know that you will say that you are not a lord. I summon you to Lavosh to accompany us to the capitol in the third moon, this is not a request, but an order from your Lord.
Yours Truly,
Lord Jason Lancaster
Lord of House Lancaster and Lord Protector of Sarg
Gabriel Thorne
Master of Swords and Head of the Knights
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Gabriel has already prepared his stuff needed for their travel and stay at the Capitol. He had already briefed all of the Lancaster Knights that would be coming with them to Viserp. They were to bring 150 knights, 25 assigned to each siblings and the other for miscellaneous stuff. It would be the first time for their lord, Jason to come out of Lavosh since the accident with his parents. He would take all responsibility if anything were to happen to even one of the siblings. All the sarg officials were to come, including the mysterious, Lady Annabeth.
Annabeth Crista
Head Scholar and Sorceress
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Annabeth was at the potions room, she was teaching the Talented people of Sarg on how to make potions. She already received word that they were gonna head to Viserp. She knew for a reason that he is there. A childhood friends of her, she still remember the name clearly, Elijah Ilathen.
She smiled and headed to her room to prepare the stuff that she would need for the travel and her stay at Viserp.
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Bryan Pitilius
Head of the Larvosh Watch
View attachment 158417
Bryan was standing at one of the towers in Larvosh Watch, he was walking in circles trying to scan the whole area. They had been luring more of his men from the watch to the see and when they arrive at the location, only bones are left. Bryan could not be easily swayed by the singing of the siren, as his mind was specially trained to withstand it. An officer approached him and had a note on his hands.
"Mi'lord" The Officer bowed.
"I am no lord" Bryan Scowled "What is it that you need?"
"Forgive me, Ser" He said "I have a letter from Lavosh, It has Lord Jason's Seal." Bryan sighed. Jason is a childhood friend of his. He remembered the fun times he had with him and smiled. He took the letter and broke the wax seal. He uncurled it and read it carefully.
Dear Bryan,
Im not fond of writing letters, but I will write this for your sake. A heir to the throne of Rendezvia has been born and the King wishes to summon All lords to the capital. I know that you will say that you are not a lord. I summon you to Lavosh to accompany us to the capitol in the third moon, this is not a request, but an order from your Lord.
Yours Truly,
Lord Jason Lancaster
Lord of House Lancaster and Lord Protector of Sarg
Gabriel Thorne
Master of Swords and Head of the Knights
View attachment 158405
Gabriel has already prepared his stuff needed for their travel and stay at the Capitol. He had already briefed all of the Lancaster Knights that would be coming with them to Viserp. They were to bring 150 knights, 25 assigned to each siblings and the other for miscellaneous stuff. It would be the first time for their lord, Jason to come out of Lavosh since the accident with his parents. He would take all responsibility if anything were to happen to even one of the siblings. All the sarg officials were to come, including the mysterious, Lady Annabeth.
Annabeth Crista
Head Scholar and Sorceress
View attachment 158401
Annabeth was at the potions room, she was teaching the Talented people of Sarg on how to make potions. She already received word that they were gonna head to Viserp. She knew for a reason that he is there. A childhood friends of her, she still remember the name clearly, Elijah Ilathen.
She smiled and headed to her room to prepare the stuff that she would need for the travel and her stay at Viserp.
FadeAway
Faded Rogue
Redki Dynitkos - Assassin Guild
Everleigh Vala Cambrium
Along the abandoned plains of the Foronto Desert, an unknown peril lies deep below the surface in a slumber. As the ruins of the previous war scattered the land, guild members of this underground guild had been taking refuge in their hidden headquarters directly below the surface. Pale skin reacted harshly to the light and their vision impaired in extreme brightness. All but one member by the name Vala who held such an affinity for the flames that rued the earth. Keeping her abilities hidden with a hood and scarf, she returned to base with a pouch full of danger beast remains and another full of coins. The tired huntress slumped down as she took a seat on the bar, ordering hard liquor to help soothe her senses. All this time the guild master, Alessandra Myra, had creeped up behind her only to place a note on the table in front of her.
Because the guild operates at extreme conditions that even noble houses hire their members for their expertise. Despite being a guild who dirties their hands in the stead of others for coin and kind, the name holds a high name and reputation in the world of the nobles, most especially the military generals who use their services for assassinations, kidnappings or simply spying on the opposing side.
"Did you need anything boss?" Vala broke the silence without turning her head to greet her superior.
Because of Vala's stature in the assassin community, being one of the 12 Knights of Karnage that bring destruction and utter success in every mission assigned to them, Myra excused her for her lack of respect to her superiors. "Just came back from your previous mission I sense," she sat beside the huntress and watched as her inferior dipped the liquor.
"Yes in fact, I had arrived three moons ago however I had some other responsibilities to take care of" Vala replied as she asked the bartender for a refill.
Taking the bottle from the bartender's hand, Myra smirked as she poured her subordinate another. "I hope you have rested well for the past three moons." She added.
This time Vala turned her head to face her superior and eyed her cautiously, "Dare I ask what the meaning of that question is?"
Myra only gestured for Vala to read the note that was placed in front of her.
"The long awaited heir to the throne of Renzivia has been born. The lords and ladies of all nations are invited to come and celebrate with the royal family and welcome the infant to society."
The note said which irked the huntress, reluctantly turning her head back to her superior's direction. "What use is this information for me or our guild? We do not belong to any noble house neither are any of us christened with the title of lord or lady." She responded with the apparent confusion in her voice.
"What you said is true however, you seem to have forgotten about our ties to the lesser noble houses and how they have regarded us so highly in the past. We still have the rite to stand in audience with the King, granted that no client has asked us to assassinate some nobles" Myra smiled at Vala before standing upright, "Otherwise, I want you to represent our guild. No one knows you and your story, you will be a complete stranger to everyone there. Refrain from using your magic out in the open or else, you'll have to prevent the word from spreading if you do end up having witnesses. You have to clean your own slate." She eyed Vala with a rare sense of malice in her glance.
Without any hesitation, Vala took a knee and nodded in acknowledgement. She had that night and the next to prepare for her trip to Viserp.
Khadame
thugdere
Avani
Coming to Viserp was a great mistake, he realised after barely an hour of stumbling across the great city.
It wasn't that he disliked the culture, or architecture or whatever - he was a big admirer of it, in fact, and anyone who told him otherwise would be bombarded with the most foreign sounding words he found scribbled in a barely ledgible column about the Castle. And if one asked him about that, they were informed that the book in question "was highly recommended by both common and educated folk", both of which most likely described him rather than the 'folk'.
No, the issue lied somewhere else completely, and to his great misfortune, it would not be one easily changed. The issue was the entire city.
Let it be said that, while Avani certainly rather travelled on streets with only a few lost souls wandering about, he generally didn't dislike crowds. They gave him cover, even if it was in a very uncomfortable way, and a herd of people mildly cared about a weird guy or two stumbling on the sidelines.
This situation, however, served to test his patience in a extreme way: Every single road and alley was filled to the brim with sweaty limbs, conversations that may as well be arguments, and a few very rude specimen who insisted to step on his cloak every two seconds. Combined with the fact that the cloth made up about 60 per-cent of his entire body volume resulted in Avani himself being the weird, stumbling guy. At that point, nothing but sheer willpower prevented him from falling, because the last thing he wanted to be was a pancake on the pavement.
And this was the exact problem he had: Moments after finally arriving at the city he had dreamt of visiting for such a long while, his hopes and dreams were already crushed beneath a large boulder of crowds and shouting-matches.
Of course, the fair-skinned man had asked what the deal was - he wholeheartedly doubted this was the everyday life - and after several failed attempts to get any information (his purse was nearly emptied, and, while several men had told him they would give him what he wanted for some favours, telling them that he was a man and not some cheap pub whore sent them away rather swiftly), he finally decided that in the end, he would just ask the innkeeper who he'd pay, anyway, and went on, still stumbling and whimpering, in search of a place to stay the night.
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Elijah Ilathen
-At the palace in Viserp-
Elijah smiled at Cedric and bowed in response, deeper than he had even for the king, respecting his care for his young brother. "A pleasure to meet you, Cedric. I've heard many things about you. Though I'm sure only the good is true. Or at least most of it." He laughed lightly and politely.
Turning back to Thomas, Elijah spoke, "Thank you for allowing me to do so, sir. I would not and will not presume to separate the brothers, as you have ordered."
Elijah paused, deciding how much to share. "You are welcome for my assistance, As for your question as to how I gained the knowledge I just provided you, I'm afraid it's against my personal code of conduct to divulge that information. I mean you no offense, King Thomas, but telling you my sources would violate my neutrality I'm afraid. It's rather risky for me to have even told you that I'm afraid, and definitely out-of-bounds to act as an effective guardsmen in your house. I don't wish to push my luck any further than necessary,"
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-At the palace in Viserp-
Elijah smiled at Cedric and bowed in response, deeper than he had even for the king, respecting his care for his young brother. "A pleasure to meet you, Cedric. I've heard many things about you. Though I'm sure only the good is true. Or at least most of it." He laughed lightly and politely.
Turning back to Thomas, Elijah spoke, "Thank you for allowing me to do so, sir. I would not and will not presume to separate the brothers, as you have ordered."
Elijah paused, deciding how much to share. "You are welcome for my assistance, As for your question as to how I gained the knowledge I just provided you, I'm afraid it's against my personal code of conduct to divulge that information. I mean you no offense, King Thomas, but telling you my sources would violate my neutrality I'm afraid. It's rather risky for me to have even told you that I'm afraid, and definitely out-of-bounds to act as an effective guardsmen in your house. I don't wish to push my luck any further than necessary,"
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