Fantasy The Curse of Fallen King

[LucidSol]

Crown Prince(ss) of the Elven realms (A) - Mortal/Half-breed (B)

A is beside their ill mother, listening to their father talk with a physician. Something isn't right. There are whispers of a curse on the land. A prophet has claimed that only B will be able to remove this curse. Something to do with their mixed blood, the Elf King assumes. So, A goes in search of B to save their mother and all the others in the Elven realm that is sick.

B is content with living as a simple hunter/tracker in the mysterious mountain range far to the North. They have no want to be any part of civilization, content with living among the trees and animals. They care not for the state of affairs in the rest of the world. Their heart is as cold as the icy tops of the mountains they live in.

When A finally locates B, they learn the "tragic" reason they are living as they are. A doesn't want to disrupt B's life, but at the same time, B is what will save everyone from the curse.

A 1x1 roleplay between TurtlexXxNation and LucidSol

 

[LucidSol]

How long had it been since she had smiled, or hummed with the birds as she passed time in the library reading?

Princess Ella Raighlyn's ashey blonde hair slipped from her shoulders as adjusted her mother's down blankets carefully, her heart heavy with worry. A strange sickness had erupted overnight, infecting mortals in a seemingly random manner. The humans were affected the most. Those who fell sick would collapse, their energy drained of them, their veins turnings black and their skin pale, and then finally fall into an unbreakable sleep. Queen Araelle, her mother, had just taken a turn for the worse, as she could no longer wake from her sick-sleep. Her mother was an epitome of beauty, with flowing brunette locks with crystal blue eyes and a flawless smile, but now she looked like a waking nightmare. Overwhelmed briefly with emotion, she gives her mother's hand a tight squeeze, ignoring her blackened veins and faded pallor.

Voice in the hall caught her attention, so Ella looked up, wiping at her eyes as she tried to identify the voice. It was... the Royal Physician... and her father? While she remained at her mother's side, outside the room, the voices had elevated to the point both parties were talking heatedly in the hall. However, Princess Ella's curiosity got the better of her, so she slipped to the door, listening intently with her pointed ears. With a deft movement of her hand, a green sigil appeared in the air, allowing them to hear the conversation in utmost clarity. Them being herself- the Princess- and her charge, Knight Guard Daelar, who was standing at attention beside the door she was eavesdropping on. It was a surprise as to how often the knight had to put up with her antics.

The sigil glowed, pulsing as audio flowed from it.

"What do you mean there is nothing you can do, Faron? That is my wife, the queen! I thought you could cure anything nature could concoct!"

"That is the thing, sire, this is not an ordinary sickness. Something this peculiar could never be created by nature."

The King and the physician fell silent, and Princess Ella could only hold her breath at the suspense. "What are you implying, Faron?" King Myram inquired, his voice dipping in volume. "Is it wild magic?"

"Not quite, Your Highness, we physicians have deduced it is necromagic... a curse of sorts. It seems to target it those with little to no magic, and then works itself upwards on the scale. As Your Majesty the Queen was from one of the lesser noble families, her magical rank is... well, low."

King Myram sighs heavily, and sounds of his hands rubbing together float through the sigil. "What can we do?"

The Physician hesitates but speaks anyway. "Half-bloods, sire, remain unaffected by the curse due to the fact they can absorb and gather magic like a siphon, but can't use it, so they have magic rank on par with noble families, making them immune to it. But the only half-bloods in the immediate vicinity are children, unless... you want to consider tracking Windseeker's son in Miracle-"

The King cut in. "What would he be able to do? Absorb the curse?"

"y-yes, but sire-"

"Find something else, Faron, before we all fall to this."

The sigil in the air dissolves to nothing as the two parties split apart to fulfill their own destinies. The Princess, on the other hand, was practically glowing behind the door. She turns to her Knight Guard Daelar, her simple dress swishing with her energy. "Did you hear that? If we find this Windseeker in Miracle - that little town by the mountains, we might be able to save everyone!"

Ella glides across the room, torn between hope and reality as she gazes at her mother's almost undead state.

TurtlexXxNation (sorry for the wait)

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

Erren watched the scene with a somber expression. She had know Princess Ella for many years now, and it seemed the longer she went without a smile on her lips, the more it hurt the Knight Guard's heart. She was a good friend, even if a bit disruptive as her charge. Yet, Erren wouldn't have it much any other way. She was a good soul, one that the Knight Guard would back against almost anything. The queen, laying upon her bed, her skin pale as a spirit and marred only by the black veins caused by the sickness that had come so suddenly. The red haired elf took in a slow, deep breath. If there was anything that could be done, she hoped they figured it out soon.

Then she heard the voices. Standing at the door, she had a bit of an advantage against the princess. Yet it was clear to Erren as soon as the princess had noticed herself. She counted slowly in her thoughts until the princess's curiosity got the better of her. Hm... she did better this time. The knight thought to herself, sighing softly as the glowing sigil appeared and the voices became so much clearer to those in the room. It would have been appropriate to remind the princess that she shouldn't eavesdrop, yet it was a discussion over the sickness and her mother. Her chest pained, torn between duty and the love she had for her dear friend.

She listened intently along with Princess Ella, just as curious how to help the queen and everyone else that had been affected by this sickness. A curse! That was a surprise, the dark elves hadn't attempted any harm in at least a century. What good would come of this curse? She resisted the urge to move closer to the princess, choosing to remain where she stood and keep her indifferent look upon her face. Windseeker? The name was familiar, taking only a moment to remember the blaze that cost the castle many good horses from when she was a child. The stable master. So it was true that he had a half-blood child? The thought came without notice, and she tamped it down outright.

The king did not want him found. Why would he choose against that when it could save the Queen? Erren's own curiosity piqued. She sighed heavily as the sigil faded and the Princess was filled with energy and excitement.

"M'lady, think rationally." The Knight Guard began, finally shifting from her stance near the door. She lifted her hands as though to motion the princess to stop, "No one knows who Windseeker is, or if he is even still alive." Erren continued, "Also, your father, the King, did not want to send someone to find him. Perhaps the King already knows of the man's fate? There has to be a reason he does not wish to find Windseeker's son." she tried to reason. Her chest hurt again as she watched the princess gaze at her mother, knowing that it hurt to have even the smallest bit of hope against something that was so horrible.

LucidSol (No worries!)

 

[LucidSol]

Princess Ella snorted in contempt, her eyes slightly narrowed. Her loyal friend wasn't wrong, but she was thinking rationally. "My Father... is only keeping the "kingdom's" interests in mind."

Before she elaborated on that thought, Ella pulled the veil around the bed shut, cutting off her excellent vision from her mother. As she turned back to her loyal Knight Guard, she could only think back to times where the only worries were if they could gain approval from their mentors. Those days were relatively carefree, but now she was tense with renewed vigor, and her head full of her own thoughts.

"I'll try to give you the big, no the huge picture. I wasn't a flake out like my siblings when it came to studying, so I know a little bit of Father's thought process."
Ella walks and talks, adjusting Erren's chest piece slightly before continuing, signaled by a clasping her own slender hands.

"Tell me, Erren, who runs the kingdom?" She asked rhetorically before diving in. "I'll give you a hint. It isn't the royal family. The Royals only serve as a moderator or infrastructure for international relations for the most part. The real rulers are the commoners, yeomen, slaves, and most importantly, laborers and farmers. If you remove them, what do you have left? Just empty titles." Ella shook her head, her views of her own family disregarded, even if they were borderline heresy. Besides, where were her siblings when the kingdom needed them? She wasn't quite sure, but it certainly wasn't here.

"The curse attacks those with the lowest and nonexistent affinities to magic- the very people who make the kingdom a kingdom. Father is most likely going to throw production into overdrive to raise emergency food stores and such so the noble families won't starve because their subjects are... out of commision."
That thought jarred Ella for a moment and her typically sharp gaze fell to the mosaic-lined floor. It was polished enough that she could faintly see her own reflection in it as well as Erren's in her metallic armor.

"With such impending concerns, Father would have to dampen public outcry and use to power to subjugate the people who resist. So having him refrain from sending a contingent to go comb some Bordertown in the middle of nowhere isn't too unheard of- especially if you're right, and this Windseeker is dead. It'd be a big loss of his immediate resources. More than likely, he's going to send some ambassadors to each of the kingdoms, Canos, Baches, and western parts of our good land Acria... even Bischland too- though that's a more suicidal mission." Ella sighed, running a hand through her flaxen hair, her eyes murky with her own thoughts. While she was relaying all this the Erren, it also helped arrange her own thoughts- thus her natural tick for rambling was engaged in full force. Ella crossed the room to the far wall, her gaze fixated on the stained glass window there, inlaid with the image of one of the first royal families. Their legacy of defeating and seizing victory over the Dark elves a hundred years ago was well known. If it truly was the Bischland Dark elves trying to whittle away at their defenses, they were succeeding. Ella rubbed her temples to remove the heavy feeling that had clouded on her thoughts, knowing if a war started now, the end result would likely not be so clear as the victory in the past.

With a heavy sigh, Ella let out a puff of air, letting what she said sink in a bit. Even still, this stubborn princess had more to say. "Then there is the fact half-blood could be the cure. Imagine if Father gave orders for children, even if they were half-blooded, to be seized and taken away from their families- they'd become slaves to the Royals, only living to remove the curse- he'd become a monster in the face of the people. Half-bloods would naturally be given a higher status than some nobles because of their ability to cleanse the curse- at least in the eyes of the commoners. It'd cause the whole dynamics of the kingdom to change. And that only if Father decided to let the ends justify the means. But did you notice how they talked about this Windseeker? They acted as if he was different... even for a half-blood. Maybe he has impossible powers."

Finally exhausted of coherent thought, the princess leaned against Erren's shoulder, all sense of status and duty ignored, leaving only their almost familial bond. Ella then looked at herself and frowned, her hands tracing old magic burns and sparring scars. "I am the fifth child of King Myran and Queen Araelle, and in my life, I have done nothing worth honoring. Erren. As royalty, I am fed with a silver spoon and have everything taking care of for me. But no one would miss me if I'm gone- I have no subjects, land, or claims to the throne."

Ella turned around, gazing Erren full in the face, searching and pleading. "What if we could save everyone?"


TurtlexXxNation (hot damn I didn't think it would be this long XD)

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

Erren listened calmly to the ramblings of the princess, even when her words threatened everything the warrior essentially stood for. She took in each word, mulling it over in her mind and her thoughts. The princess had a point. It wouldn't be farfetched to know that is what the King would do exactly, rather than hope against hope of finding someone that many thought didn't exist. Her stance and gaze softened when Ella leaned against her shoulder, lifting a hand to rest gently against Ella's shoulder in reassurance.

"Princess," she began, shifting so that she could peer at her face. "You have me, and I would sorely miss our days together if anything would happen to you." she said sternly, but a friendly smile played on her lips as she spoke. "Many of the servants in these halls would feel the same as I. You are loved by many, even if you don't see it." she chuckled, ruffling Ella's hair for a moment. She took a deep breath, eyeing the princess as she let the thoughts churn in her mind.

She groaned softly as she lifted a hand to press against her brow. "Against my better judgement, if I don't agree with you, I know you'd go searching with or without me." she sighed, her hand lowering as she looked toward the bed where the queen lay quiet and hidden. Only moments after, they snapped to Ella's with renewed determination. She knelt, crossing a fist over her heart, "For the queen, and for you, Princess. I shall follow you to the ends of the earth." she gave her oath solemnly, but let it end with a smile as she stood back up.

"When do we leave?" the Knight Guard asked.

LucidSol (That was wonderful! Now the fun can begin!)

 

[LucidSol]

Erren was the solid rock on which Ella stood. Her comforting hand showed more compassion than she had experienced from her own family in a long time minus the queen. For a brief moment, she could only savor the warmth of the hand that had ruffled her locks. While Erran spoke that many people bore compassion for her, she could only wonder if was out of bias- she did, in fact, make sure the servants had their own rights, at least in the castle, mostly because of her own compassion. Maybe that was it. The appreciated her concern. Ella's heart swelled a little.

As her Knight Guard delegated her decision in her head, Princess couldn't help be feel lucky and relieved. Not many other people had a friend to rely on during trying times. But Erren's next action caught her off guard, as she knelt and pledged herself to both her and the queen. It was a moment reminiscent of Erran's anointment to knighthood. The words were different, but the feelings... the feelings were the same then as they were now. While her status and role as Princess would have been pleased to hear those words, the critic in her had to refrain from stopping from Erren kneeling to show her support when she considered Erran to be so close a friend. Then again, it only went to prove how close the pair were, even when Ella rebuked the standing royalty, inadvertently giving insult to the knight, this woman was only cemented in her belief of what was right.

But what was more surprising was that Erren assumed the initiative with a smile. When indeed.

"Oh, Erran! When did you become so eloquent with your words? You are fraternizing with those aristocrats aren't thee?" Ella pretended to swoon and then broke off into soft chuckles. "It will take some preparation, but the soonest we could leave is tomorrow night. We'll need a week's worth of supplies for us, and a couple of horses. But first, I wish to see the census report of Miracle and see if there is any information there about this Windseeker."

Ella looked up to Erran, softly biting her lip. Before Erran could do anything more, Ella threw her arms around her one loyal friend. It didn't matter what fate brought them together- she was grateful. "Thank you." She whispered before pulling away. Ella could only hope this quest would not shatter her world but mend it.

TurtlexXxNation

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

Erren laughed as Ella's arms flew around her, and she gently patted her head before the Princess had pulled away. "Perhaps I learned such words because I'm forced to being in stuffy rooms with a hardheaded princess during her studies." she teased warmly. As the princess began to tell of when they would leave, she nodded in agreement. "Do your investigating. I'll handle getting the horses and supplies arranged." the Knight stated, adjusting her armor that had been slightly skewed from the sudden embrace. It wouldn't take much for the knight to have everything readied, and she already knew exactly who to speak with so that their intentions wouldn't reach to unnecessary ears. At times, Erren wondered if the Kingdom would be better off with Ella taking the throne than one of her siblings, but that was a wanton wish that would never come to pass. Unfortunately.

She moved back toward the door of the queen's chambers, settling a hand on the knob. "Best say your farewells to your mother. There is much to be done." she said gently, glancing toward the bed. "I will meet you in the records library once I've spoken with a few folks to be sure things are ready for tomorrow night." she nodded and then pulled the door open. "You may consider choosing someone to come along. I know you are very capable as a princess, but neither of us are very good cooks." she teased with a laugh.

LucidSol

 

[LucidSol]

Princess Ella responded in a very non-princess manner and stuck her tongue out at the disappearing knight, her expression pleased. But the expression passed as Ella looked back to her sleeping mother. She drifted over to Queen Arealle's side, unable to withdraw the curtain to gaze upon that twisted form again. Instead, the ashen-haired girl formed another swirling sigil in her hand; this time it was gold. The sigil floated from her hand, faded through the curtain, and then enveloped the Queen in a golden light that disappeared as quickly as it had come. While Ella didn't know how much protection the Sigil would offer, it was all she knew to do.

With this moment gone, Ella stands and heads towards the door. Before pushing it open though, she stops, taking one last look around the room, and then slips into the hall to find the library.

---

To say the library was huge would be like calling an elephant a little big- an understatement. In fact, Ella considered the library the best part of the castle and one of the few things her ancestors did right. Records, biographies, memoirs as wells as potion recipes, forging techniques, mana tuning, and much much more. If it existed, there was probably a book on it in here. Granted, what she was after was a census report, in the records section.

Ah yes, the record's section. Composed of many books, most of them were heavy leatherbound census reports, as the census was taken every ten or so years. After a debate with herself in her head, she decided to start with the census that was a decade before her birth, guessing that this half-blood was part of the younger generation which allowed looser relations with humans and elves.

Hefting the big book from the shelf, Ella found a quaint corner to skim it by the window (using handle light or magic may cause the book to become ashes) and flipped open the hardcover. Immediately, her eyes were met with the royal families crest and a brief lineage. Mayron and Arealle's names were tied together, and beneath it, their first son's name: Armand. Unfortunately, when he was still a child, he had gone missing in the castle. No one had ever found him, and from the eyes of the public, never existed, leaving the remaining five children of the future to be the only ones tracked of. Technically, he was the first in line to the throne, then Prince Rosenfeld, Prince Trymont, then Elder Princess Vesta, Princess Marale, and then finally, herself.

Sighing, she skimmed down the page, which consisted of the castle's servants and what not. She was about to turn the page when a name caught her attention near the bottom.

Windseeker.

Ella's heart skipped a beat in her chest. What were the chances? Excited, she went back to the next freshest census (as the next one wasn't to occur for another two years), and flipped it open in the same fashion, skimming the text for that special name.

"Huh? It's not.." She looked over the entirety of the page several times before she leaned back, confused. This Windseeker had bore the position of stablemaster in the previous book, but in this one, he was simply... gone. With a frown, she looks back to the Windseeker entry a little more closely, realizing the penmanship errors and sabotage. Nothing about the man was particularly clear, written either too light to see, or smudged into incomprehensible dribble.

The only thing Ella could tell was that the man had married and that he had a son. Rubbing her temples, she could only contemplate what he had done, as the royal stablemaster, there isn't a lot of trouble he could have gotten into unless...

Ella's eyes brightened. Maybe he was the half-blood! If he was, his child would share his mixed blood too! Maybe they if they were to be confronted with the information about the epidemic, they would be willing to help.

As if possessed, Ella flips through the more recent census to the section labeled as "Bordertown: Miracle." Her finger trembling with energy, she followed it down the yellowed pages all the way to the end. Nothing. Again. Biting her lip, the elven princess could feel the hope shrivel in her chest. After one last half-hearted attempt to, she tosses the book back to the desk, and leans back in her chair. From that position, she looked back to the book and froze, her eyes fixated to a slip of scrolled paper poking out from the spine of the book.

Her hope paused for the moment, she took the small paper and held it open.

"As you have requested, I have relayed the information about Miracle to Windseeker's family.
They have made plans to send him there when he is of age. His progeny appears to still be unable
to release magic and continues to gather it within. - K"

Ella dropped the paper, faith in her own intuition restored. Her nerves and breath, which she didn't even realize she was holding, sighed in relief. So the Windseeker made it to Miracle if what the physician said was true.

Know the only thing she had to worry about was a cook- if Erran was being serious- and she had a guy in mind.

TurtlexXxNation

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

Erren went about her day as she normally would have when handling situations where she wasn't at the princess's side. Brisk, and down to business. She met with several of the servants who favored the princess above other members of the royal family, or who were partial to the queen before she had fallen ill. She never gave more information than was necessary, but she easily had everything in place only a few hours after she had parted with Ella. Packs were being readied for their travel, a small wagon that would carry the supplies. A stout pony that would pull the wagon, and their two horses were being prepped for a long journey that lay ahead of them.

With everything in order, she entered into the records library and searched out for Princess Ella. "Princess?" she called, hand on the hilt of her sword that sat on her hip. It was quiet, but that was normal for the library here in the palace. She wondered if the princess was still here or was making other preparations. It wasn't hard to spot the familiar form who sat in a chair near one of the many great windows. Releasing the hilt of her sword, she approached.

"Everything is in place for tomorrow night, Princess. What have you learned from these musty old books?" she asked curiously.

LucidSol

 

[Lord_Toast_Reborn]

Is my CS accepted?

 

[LucidSol]

Is my CS accepted?

This is a 1x1 rp thread my friend

 

[Lord_Toast_Reborn]

I was unaware that this was taken. i had not seen Turtles CS.

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

I was unaware that this was taken. i had not seen Turtles CS.

LucidSol had posted my characters because we had originally shared them through PMs. Sorry...

 

[Lord_Toast_Reborn]

LucidSol had posted my characters because we had originally shared them through PMs. Sorry...

Understandable, have a nice day.,

 

[TurtlexXxNation]

LucidSol -- It's still your turn to post