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 Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 4:31 am
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet..."Dinning Hall to elsewhere– One hell of a meal
 
It seemed that during all of this, an entertainer (Xard) had been made a priority of the castle to entertain the guests. Oh, look, he was juggling deformed dogs. Dorian’s eyes kept to them – live animals didn’t like her, and for that reason she didn’t like live animals. And the idea of using live animals of such breed in front of them was not very amusing – dogs were working animals, but not this kind of worker. Especially not when they were ill in the mind like these ones seemed to be…
Oh damn, did John’s energy just spike? Dorian closed her eyes, restraining herself at least physically. Whatever he just did or felt she both wanted him to do it again and for him to keep it securely to himself.
“A lady goes naught where she has yet to be invited,” Dorian responded, a tint of a smile on her face when Ryan “discretely” tried to get her out of the area. “At least, not in such a domestic situation – even a future ruler would be wise to respect the family setting.”
The twenty-three year old princess drew her gaze up to the woman who approached their table just as Naedira grabbed her hand to try and supply a distraction. Apparently she was trying to make a claim about being a lost princess of Humility. Which, Dorian would have to say, was funny in the sense that she could make fun of the girl for such a claim. But when Naedira started to grip her hand tighter in the emotional pain that followed, Dorian couldn’t help but wish for one talent she didn’t have - telling if someone was telling a lie or not - because that would make this whole situation that much easier. She could tell that the girl was a breed of fae that she didn’t get to see all that often…something maybe before the modern faerie. And half human…but considering the fact that a lot of people were human or at least half of it the fact that the king himself was mute.
Still it wasn’t her family, and it wasn’t polite to get involved in such affairs. Then again, it wasn’t right to bring up the topic at a public place either – but she wasn’t going to sink down to this self-claimed Madelyne’s level. There was a level she had to hold up to preserve her kingdom’s name in a sense, to be better than others in a sense. And it wasn’t just in the eyes of the royals around. After all, was it not just the common people that she had to lead one day? Besides the handful of nobles… but to have the love of the people, or at least the respect there of, was probably a better thing. And she’d rather have respect – love was a fickle thing, respect tended to be more reliable.
Dorian’s hand reached for the edge of the table as another being seemed to fall from the ceiling (Claus). Bracing herself, or at least the one hand that wasn’t being gripped by Naedira, as it were. And it seemed that this new entertainer was in competition with the previous…still she would admit that the trick with the birds was much more impressive. Or at least, in the context it was. Plus, he played the much better fool as he danced about the way he was.
Though it seemed that Kirkis didn’t think very much of their performance either seeing as he was stomping out to stop them. Dorian lightly squeezed Naedira’s hand in an attempt at comfort while her eyes drifted over to the Fortitude family. She could still feel them, washing over her like a strong summer breeze. Warm, inviting – she wanted it. No, wait, no she didn’t. Had she told John how dangerously delectable he was in the days previous? It was a bad sign if she couldn’t even remember…at least with all the guests it was easier to pretend she didn’t want it so much. The more energy in the room, the more like unclear water it became. But still, they were a bright light underneath that water.
Wait a moment – that jester just killed something in their presence? Dorian’s stare filled their area with intensity as she caught sight of the dead birds. That was…ludicrous! She had never, in all twenty three years of her life, had someone with the audacity to kill something in front of her! And considering all that she had seen that a princess of another land probably hadn’t…that was saying something. Not that she was afraid of things being killed but there was a certain level of decorum. If death was to be dealt, the one killed had best deserve it and be given a death due their crime. Those birds had done nothing – it was all a show of pride.
Dorian’s hand tightened lightly on Naedira’s as she felt another energy spike walk through the door – another Halfling angel…female this time. It was tempting, but yet in her current form only males were the real temptation. And such males she had around her indeed.
“I would agree with you Lady Sara. The tact that would be expected of entertainers hosted by a god seems to have found a place to reside other than them,” The heiress of Avarice commented towards Sara’s declaration about them being beastly as she idly ate a bit of the well aged cheese that was laid out in front of her with her spare hand.
And it seemed that the entertainers were still in a siege over who had the better technique – such tricks and magic they were using indeed. Almost seemed a waste of their talents but still, it was their chosen life and not hers. Though this whole red verses blue thing was perhaps the only amusing and distracting thing she could think of – rivalry stirred passion after all. And these men dressed in costume seemed very passionate over their talents that they thought they had. Though it seemed that Kirkis didn’t think very much of it, not at all.
Was this girl (Madelyne) seriously pressing the issue of her parentage at the table? By all that was sacred, what had happened to the manners in this place? Had the girl no decency? She brought up painful issues in such a public place and Dorian couldn’t decide who had less tact now – this redheaded thespian (a person from noble blood should have been more properly trained in grace and manners than she was showing) or those jesters.
However that girl was the least of concern considering that she had just heard a battle cry (“For Lust!”). Brilliant blue eyes snapped over to where she’d heard the sounds just as Tyberius moved in front of her. She did not as quick as some (like the lightning like speed that Tyberius just displayed) but one would think she was more paranoid than she was given the speed at which her attention turned over. There were assassin’s after her angels – oh hell no. Mentally she reacted…only…Dorian looked down to the knife she meant to move. It didn’t even…budge. A knife never used to be an issue…but it wasn’t moving. Still, she didn’t have the time to deal with it as the assassins were killed. The shock of them…she hadn’t tried to register their energy signature before they were gone.
Dorian stood up from the table as she stood there for a moment when Tyberius made a comment about the whole place being misused. She could not seem to stop the noise of disgust and disbelief that slipped through her mouth as a first level response. The whole meal time was a complete mockery – entertainers who didn’t have any respect, pretentious attention seekers coming in claiming linage that they shouldn’t, assassins…and now her supposed future mother-in-law was speaking so unkindly to her friend. Lorelei did not deserve that – she had enough in her life with her father…and the b***h of Fortitude wasn’t helping. No, in fact, she was claiming that Lorelei had been the one to plan the attack?
A voice of reason came from one of the new people who wore garbs that ranked him higher in their world (Tao). But if that was true, she would probably have recognized that human – magically human, but human none the less – and she didn’t. So who was the man? She didn’t know – still, right now it didn’t matter as much as the rest of the situation did. Especially the fact that Tyberius’ energy seemed to be dancing – the rush of passion without the lust.
“It livens your day,” she whispered up to him. “Be careful it is not what you think if as you rise for the day and lay to rest.”
Though, perhaps the statement was off. All she knew was that he had jumped – a sign of battle lust or perhaps just the reaction to protect. Still, best to say something since he’d come all the way through the hall from the shadowed corner he’d taken residence in.
“Remind me to thank prince Haven,” Dorian said in a soft tone towards Naedira after hearing Haven to tell that thing that was his mother to shut up. “He shows strength where I would have thought it could have been taken out of him.”
She may have rewarded the man who spoke up to the Queen of Fortitude (Tao) if it had not been for the fact that he had been publically taken away. Being the betrothed of a prince of the kingdom would give her leeway in some areas, but no where near enough to contradict the queen. She might be an heiress of her own land but Dorian was smarter than to believe that her words would have no effect. The world had enough wars – they didn’t need one over one act of rebellious kindness.
“Je me sens mauvais pour le l'un à elle a oppose. Je ne peux faire rien pour lui,”1 Dorian spoke out in a whisper to Tyberius as she put a hand on his shoulder from behind to try and get across the message of him taking a relaxed position.
Graciously, she turned towards Sara, King Riley, Ryan and Naedira who had been her area’s companions since the start of the meal. Of course, it wasn’t much of a meal for her, but the idea behind it still counted.
“I apologize, but with the assassinations in mind and the hall now sullied for the day…would you excuse my leave?” Dorian spoke, somewhat casual but with a formal politeness that graced many of her life.
“Naedira, perhaps we can find something to occupy ourselves at a later time while your father is otherwise occupied?” It would not be polite to bring up the mishap with his family and the charlatan who brought their pain to light, not in the current situation.
With a nod of her head, Dorian moved out of the dinning hall. However, she did pause for a moment to give a small bow towards the King and Queen of Fortitude, keeping her eyes as far away from the King as she could in the situation. But her attention was not for them…no, she had one more thing she wanted to say...
“Princess Lorelei, perhaps you would join myself and the princess of humility later for some light entertainment?” Dorian spoke up, her tone mildly friendly.
But it wasn’t just for the sake of seeing an old friend that she spoke. No…far better a guard for her friend to remind the people around that the princess was not a lonely sole any longer, that she did have some connections still in the world, than to outright proclaim the abuse in a public place. Perhaps, in time, the Queen of Fortitude would realize her mistake…perhaps not. But if the marriage of Haven and Lorelei was uncontested to the degree that it would need to be as one arranged by a god…then the queen would soon turn into a viper that would need to be beheaded soon. Best remind her of things other than herself.
She gave another slight bow, more like a dip of the head than anything, as she moved a little away. She gave a brief acknowledgment towards John but she knew better than to test herself. Not with emotions and passions so high in the room – her presence would do nothing for them, and in fact would probably make it worse at some point. And it was not but a few moments later that Dorian made her full exit from the dinning hall. Her stride was confident, every inch the future queen she was, as she moved through the castle towards the very room she’d taken a light meal in earlier.
The sun shown in brilliantly, casting reflections over the room as she stood there taking deep breaths. All the excitement in the dinning hall…all of it so wrong to her and the assassinations that had taken place (the birds) mingled with the ones that had almost happened. Funny – things with wings seemed to be the target of the day. Still, she had a level and that had to be raised apparently because today the level had been crossed. And the wine that was the unacceptable behavior had spilled out to try to ruin the table cloth…
Dorian turned around so her back was to the wall as her chest rose and fell visibly from atop her dress, the gauzy material of the decorative shift doing very little to disguise her skin. If Tyberius had followed her, and she was close to sure he probably would have, then he’d probably have no idea why there seemed to be such an emotion about her. It was something very hard to explain to herself and it was not something she explained to others. No, she just excused herself like she had just had done and left. After all, she wasn’t used to many people shadowing her so obviously.
1) “I feel bad for the one to opposed her. I can do nothing for him.”
"And for every bundle of roses there is a bunch of thorns."
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:51 am
Location: Solarium- Tea Time!  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
The Envian princess was beyond delighted when her brother permitted her invitation for Lincoln to sit with them...for it did occur to her now that, in her initial excitement, she had forgotten her manners around her elder sibling, who was in every way her lord- given his his status and her own. Still, Evony liked to perceive that their relationship was far more casual than that, and Nathaniel was kind enough to show that to be true in the way he waved Lincoln towards them. As the two began to converse, the young princess rose from her seat in a whirl of flaxen tresses...finding herself another cup and pouring it for Lincoln.
Evony didn't take much note of where Lincoln sat, for she understood well his probable desire to speak with another heir...yet, she was still pleased that he set the distance between them equally, as she thought it perhaps showed that he'd not lost interest in speaking to her despite her elder brother's presence. It was not uncommon for such things to happen, after all; Nathaniel was an important man, and Evony only the youngest princess to his kingdom. Her worth was not nearly so vast as his, and though her mannerisms perhaps made her a great deal likeable...well, it was only natural for people to wish to be in Nathaniel's presence more. She bore no true grudge for it, of course! It was only the envy which she was naturally imbued with that brought the thoughts into her head. Oh, what a silly thing. What vapid thoughts, Evony!
She needed to abandon those notions...and tried to do so as she sat again, though could not help the appreciative smile she threw Lincoln's way. They...the heirs, and Altonair too, always thought to be so considerate in situations wherein she never even thought of it; of the etiquette needed to keep things cordial, and savory. Oh, how she wished she could think in such a way...rather, she was simply impulsive; prone to act on a whim rather than a thought. Silly, silly girl!
The princess took another happy sip of tea, all too eager to listen to the two discuss subjects which were more designated to their roles. Lincoln mentioned the fallen Hubris princess, his tone careful, and Evony only acknowledged the statement with a low nod of her her head,
"*Anima ejus quiescere nunc." She murmured against her tea, a small sign of respect for the poor woman who's death was still so raw in their hearts. She smiled though when Lincoln mentioned their kingdoms watching after eachother, the movement only gaining haste when he thanked her for the tea. Nathaniel seemed content to move onto lighter subjects though, and asked quickly about how they came to meet...and, since the question seemed aimed more in the heir of Wrath's direction, she stayed quiet in lieu of his explanation. Though when he paused, she broke in with a light-hearted chuckle,
"You are far too modest- I was very thankful for your help, for that encounter with the man of Patience was very unsettling..." It did occur to her now though, that she had withheld the details of that part from her brothers...hoping that, in doing as such, she'd not inspire anymore animosity between the kingdoms than what was already there. Her thoughts turned to Thantos briefly; she had friends there now...or at least, she would have liked to think so. "I suppose I never shared the occurrence with you or Altonair in...too much detail, because Lincoln was so apt in relieving me." Evony trailed off then, finishing the statement with a rather large gulp of tea; hoping that Nathaniel would not be too alarmed or cross to hear of the ordeal. She knew that Altonair would have been...but her eldest brother had always been more reserved in such matters; his behavior much harder to predict.
But Lincoln went on to state that the man, Jonathan, had tried to harm him the night previous to their meeting...and oh, she forgot her previous worries, this time turning a slightly horrified gaze to her friend, "Oh, that's awful! I wonder what could possibly have been wrong with the man..." One way or another...no, she'd not seen him since that first day; not even in glimpses. What fate had the man met? Had he...No, best not to think of it. Lincoln seemed to think the same, and Evony silently hoped that Nathaniel would follow suit. Still, the sentiment didn't quite reach her eyes, for much as she loathed to admit it...there was a portion of her which was growing quite used to discussions of death, and war; she felt that a part of her had...hardened, since her arrival in this place; like she was slowly setting in stone. It was a scary feeling, truly, that things were starting to horrify her less...but in the end, one had to chalk it up to her maturing; and Evony knew well that she should accept those changes, for they were unavoidable.
"I have not heard much word from our father, but mother has expressed a desire to visit sometime in the near future." She was happy to speak of her mother, who she had grown to miss rather dearly since her departure, "Not so soon as to be present tonight though, I think; her arrival shall likely be somewhat unexpected...as," Pale irises rose to find Nathaniel, knowing that he would understand well what she was saying,"Mother is rather...flighty, in that sense."
For if people thought Evony to be a touch prone to the eccentrics, and attached too closely to her imagination...her mother, the Queen, was that ten-fold. She, like Evony, was of a much gentler breeding than Envy was perhaps used to.
The girl set to being quiet again, laughing lightly at the story Lincoln told, eyes flitting slowly between the two princes; trying to gain some small amount of insight into the matters they might be so prone to discussing. Terrible habit that was, since it was far from her place to know of such things; still...she couldn't help but be curious.
Ah, but it was a foreign voice that interrupted her thoughts then. The Envian princess fidgeted slightly in her chair, turning to meet eyes with a young woman who did...in some sense, seem quite familiar; like Evony had either known or seen her at some point, although likely when she was younger than she was now. The doorways to her eyes closed in rapid succession, mind trying to probe for her identity, but coming up short; she looked to Nathaniel questioningly, wondering if he might know the woman better than she did...then looked back to Amber,
"Yes, we are of Envy. W-which is to say, I am...and my brother," She gestured to where Nathaniel sat, "The prince Nathaniel." Now, she felt the urge to be modest; careful. She left it to Nathaniel to inquire as to her intentions, and Lincoln to introduce himself...since that seemed the more proper way of things, now that a stranger was present. Although again, Evony wasn't so sure that she was a stranger at all.Perhaps Nathaniel would be so kind as to invite her to join them for tea!
(*May her soul be at rest now.)
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 5:33 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the forest || Wearing This || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Her distressed thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Madelyne nearly halted her breathing at the crunching of leaves that came her way; her body stiffened, fearful for her image being destroyed. She has shown herself as weak, crying in front of others! She was more ashamed than ever, but, then, she was already shamed.
Madelyne pushed herself off the root when the presence was almost right beside her, getting into a sitting position, trying to compose herself as best as she could. It seemed it was not necessary, however. After glancing over her shoulder to see who it was that approached her, she was almost relieved to see it was just the man who she had nodded to at the forests' edge. Almost. She had hoped no one would come after her, that no one had truly noticed her tears... It seemed she wasn't as good as acting as she would have liked.
She turned her face away from him as the man sat down on the opposite side of the root, giving her space. For that, she was thankful. It appeared as if he respected her enough to keep his distance. What respect could Madelyne possibly have now though? If those women at the table with her family didn't know her before, they certainly knew her now. She was a 'fraud'. There were probably worse things those women, not to mention the likelihood that her family, would call her. It was almost tempting to think about hiding in exile.
It was then that the man held out his handkerchief and spoke. Such a simple, generous gesture brought tears again to her eyes. If he only knew what she had just done... She could never tell him the full story behind what happened, but surely an overview would be alright? It would be nice to have someone on her side.
"I..." She took a deep breath and gently took the offering. "Thank you... so very much." She lightly dabbed the cloth against her wet cheeks and then gripped it with both hands. Hesitating, she made herself speak again. "I cannot tell you all of what has passed, but... if you don't mind..." Her fists clenched the cloth tightly. "I have just been made aware that my family 'buried' my body several years ago... I made it known to them, just a few moments ago, that I had come to the castle to reunite with them," she explained, fighting against the tears that threatened to escape. "I have to prove my existence, or..." Madelyne let the sentence trail off, well aware that most everyone knew the punishments for being a charlatan, especially with claims to kinship with royal families!
A sudden laugh escaped her. "I am so sorry!" She exclaimed, finally turning to look at him. "I should not have put all of that on your conscious. Forgive me... It's just..." She cleared her throat. "We have not been introduced," she stated, changing the subject. "I am Madelyne Riley, second princess to the Kingdom of Humility." At least, I used to be, she thought uncertainly. "What is your name, sir?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 6:27 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Forest
Tantra had her eyes closed, so she didn't notice that the girl who was coming was crying until she was walking by. "Was that?" She had met the woman before the Catacombs, or so she thought. "Okay."
She followed Theoran into the forest, and it seemed like this was just like three days prior. She followed him as if the rules still applied, not too far behind him. She wanted to make mention of it, but decided it best not to.
As the rounded near where the girl was she halted, staying back a few feet. She wasn't sure what to do, she had never had to comfort someone before. She stood back and allowed Theoran to talk to her. She simply listened.
"So... who did they bury?" Her question was a little blunt, but she didn't think it so. "Oh, I'm Tantra by the way, I believe we've met..." She took a few steps forwards and then proceeded to stt on the other side across from Theoran. She wasn't sure what to think, but she knew the girl was in trouble if she was a fraud. She would be killed, probably publicly.
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:03 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The Forest. Theoran replied to Madelyne's thanks with a humbled nod. In truth, those two words had taken him quite off-guard, he was not used to hearing them from nobility, especially not towards himself. From then, he just listened to the unexpected tale the Princess weaved. For every possibility that could have transpired, and he had come to understand that under the watchful eye of Veritas the possibilities were virtually endless, this was, perhaps, the strangest. Of course, the obvious question came to mind, but even as he thought it he cringe, for Tantra seemed to be reading, quite aloud, exactly what was in his mind. The already uncomfortable air soon became worse for him as a new fold formed in his tunic and was digging into his lower back quite relentlessly. One of the perks of platemail, nothing to fold in an annoying direction. Hiding his discomfort with a stoic disposition, Theoran rose and offered a respectful bow to Madelyne, though not quite so low. "Lady Madelyne," he began softly as he straightened, thankful that his movements unfolded his tunic. "I am Theoran Lynth, a humble soldier and sellsword."After quickly shooting Tantra a look that would accompany a sarcastic thank you, Theoran cleared his through a little. "You have quite the... interesting predicament, and it seems the odds are against you. But as my winged friend here," he motioned to the priestess, "asked, who indeed have they buried?" Instantly, Theoran realised that any documents Madelyne may have to prove she is the real Princess, could and probably would be considered fraudulent and put the Princess into the belly of the guano, that is, of course, if she was not there already.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:05 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Dining Hall, I wish my mother wasn't my mother. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) John looked over at his parents and Haven. Haven had placed a shield over them, being the good son that they never apperciated. I hate them for that. They should apperciate him more.
With that thought, John's ear registered what Haven had said to him. He just grinned and mouthed a "thanks". Just because his voice didn't work, didn't mean he couldn't mouth words. After all, before he talked through telepathy, John felt that was the only to talk. Good thing I remembered my telepathy.
Soon after this thought, John registed what Haven's fiance(Lorelei) had said back to him. Not that he thought her rude for the delay. After all, his mother was not a good woman for a reason, and the attempted assasination didn't help matters. "It is alright. I can understand your worry. She has already done it once. Unforunately, I'm sure she will do it again." The melodies did enter his brain. However, it didn't completely register. It was like a whisper of something better, but a better that John felt he didn't need. What was that?
Soon, John would feel guilty for his jinx.
His mother decided to start yelling at Haven's fiance(Lorelei). John just couldn't understand why his mother had to make a scene. For one, John felt it wasn't Lust that sent the assassin. Two, he didn't even believe that the assassin was human. Three, it isn't good to blame people without proper evidence. Lastly, no queen should be causing a scene like this. At least, John thought they shouldn't. Everyone has opinions, but there is truth when they say that sometimes....you should keep them to yourself. Then, John heard Haven telling off their mother for the rant. He looked away to hide the grin on his face. Go Haven! Show her that she is being a b***h!
Then, a servant from Lust(Tao) started to tell his mother what he himself had observed. This servent is perspective. Goes to show that the opinion of them being dumb is wrong. Now, he did think the servant's(Tao) threat to the jesters was a bit much. However, John did admit they should probably leave. They don't seem to be doing a bit of good right now.
However, his mother just yelled at the servent(Tao), causing yet another scene. Man, I feel sorry for him. All he could do was watch as she lashed out at both the servent(Tao) and Haven. Her lashing out at Haven as the last straw. "Mother, I ask of you to please hush that mouth of yours. If it wasn't for the fact I know your upbringing, I would say you were raised in a barn with ******** ill-mannred pigs." John didn't care what his mother said. No body dissed his brother(Haven) without him saying anything. Besides, Haven's fiance(Lorelei) defintely needed people on her side. It didn't seem she had any, other than him, Haven, and the servant(Tao) right now. I hope I can change that.
After what he said, the guards started to move the servent(Tao) towards the dungeons. The small joke the servent(Tao) made as he went made John grin slightly. But, that didn't get rid of the guilt. I'll find some way to get him out later. Right now, I have to act like I actually give some s**t about not going against what my mother orders. Admittely, right then, he wished Dorian would take a snap out of her. He knew Dorian would do a much better job than any of them around this table could.
His eyes looked up to see Dorian had come to the table. Ironic that he had wished for her presence and then got it. But, it seemed lashing wasn't going to happen. Though, John believed that what she did say felt effective enough. By those words, Dorian had made known that Haven's fiance(Lorelei) had connections to people in other kingdoms. Kingdoms John hoped his mother would not want to anger. To her acknowledge, he nodded back to her and looked back at his plate.
Today had just started, and it was already crazy. A small smirk came to his face as he looked at his plate. Admittely, I wouldn't want it any other way. After all, boring and normal is for schumcks. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:32 pm
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Talking to Altonair and feeling bad for my reaction
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
Soren felt a bit strange when she found herself speechless. She wasn't much of a convertionalist. But, having nothing to say felt just as strange. Thus, Soren just waved back with a small smile on her face. Mary waved back, Soren blocking Mary from seeing the rotted look of the child.
Soon, her voice came back and she tried to redo her reply. "Hi there." Soren told calmly with a hint of warmth. Even if he was a living corpse, he was still a child. That was something she had to remember. Treating him rude would not be setting a good example. Also, Soren didn't want to upset Altonair. She felt he had enough to deal with right now.
As Altonair stood there, Soren turned towards her friend. Her friend caught a glimpse of the child. With a quick reflex, Soren gripped Mary's hand, thus calming her. "I've never...seen anything like him." Mary whispered to Soren. "I know. I haven't either. Just treat him like you would a normal child, Mary. After all,....Max....still seems to have a mentaility of one." Soren had to stop herself from calling Max a thing. He was a boy brought back to life. She had to remind herself of that.
She turned herself around just as Altonair started talking to her. He talked to her politely. Something that didn't surprise her, considering Altonair's attitude. However, what did surprise her was the lack of authority in his voice. He didn't order her to accompany him and Max. Altonair had asked, just like everyone else. Admittely, it was in these few moments that Soren remembered that nobility were human too. Just because one was higher than the other, didn't mean they were of another species. This mistake in thought would be something Soren would make sure not to commit again.
"Sure Sir Altonair. It would be my pleasure." Soren told polietely and Mary seemed a bit speechless. Soren smiled slightly and nudged her friend. "Oh yes! It would my pleasure as well Prince Altonair." Mary finally told in a nervous tone as Soren hid a chuckle. Now, to the getting to the rest of Envy part. That shall be interesting. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 9:53 pm
Kingdom: Justice Rank: Heir Location: outside sitting watching the sunrise Valas was a bit weary after the ordeal in the catacombs. He woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and spent the next couple days relaxing and walking through the gardens and forest surrounding the castle. The young elf had always found the forest soothing to him and had spent a large amount of time walking through it.
Valas watched the sun crest over the horizon from his room. The golden light shone through the array of stain glass windows making colorful light patterns throughout his room. As he opened his window the smells of morning wafted in to his room making Valas smile. He dressed quickly and found his boots and put them on tightening the straps on them. He strolled to the door and hooked his sword belt on as he opened the door and left the room.
The heir decided it was a good time for a quick walk around outside before the masses were up. He walked through the corridors making his way to the castle entry hall noticing the serene quiet of the morning. A few servants scurried past him doing various tasks breaking the quiet with the shuffling of their feet until he made his way outside finding the morning cool and made his way to the forest and sat down against a tall pine tree smoothing the fallen needles away making it more comfortable. Valas looked up to the sun and watched as it rose higher into the sky.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:19 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Garden Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona's body tensed as she heard Apollo. Why had he followed her? She unwrapped her arms, using the ends of her sleeves to wipe away the tears that had fallen. "Yes there is." She said, shaking her head. She still felt angry, but the anger had nothing to do with Apollo, so for his sake she tried to control it. "Why did you follow me?"
Maelona refused to look at him, instead she kept her orbs locked onto one of the delicate flowers around her. She drew in a deep breath, allowing her shaking hands to clasp themselves in her lap. "Do you not have some demon to go after now?" She inquired, her voice still tight. "That is a far more important task than following a worthless princess." The self loathing was still not out of her system, not that the fellow 'R' had helped that any by what he said to her.
Learn to fight. Those words were bouncing around Maelona's head. She knew her father would have never approved, but then again he would have never approved of her being thrown into the catacombs, or being stuck in a castle where there was a murderer running around. Idly she toyed around with the thought of her learning to fight. She could not see it though. She was not the fighting type, she always hated hurting people.
Maelona's eyes slid from the flower to her dress which had been gathered under her knees. Was she going to ruin this dress too? A small sigh escaped her lips. She could always lock herself away in her room, but that would end up driving her mad. She never did well being stuck in small places. It would only be for so long. She tried to tell herself, but the thought didn't comfort her any.
"I am sorry for my temper." Maelona said after a long pause. "I have not been sleeping." She still refused to look at the saint. "There is no need to worry about me, please go to the task at hand." She closed her eyes once more and sighed. Her eyes still burned, but there were no more tears. She hated crying in front of people, it seemed to make her even weaker than what she already was. She disliked the fact that Apollo was now involved in 'R's problems, but it couldn't be helped. "Just please be careful. You and your friend." Maelona pleaded as she finally opened her eyes to look at him.
Maelona knew that if something happened to him, she would be sad. He was the only one in the castle that she really felt okay talking to. Perhaps it was awkward for a princess to feel that way, but she did. Even with her betrothed, Lucien, she didn't feel comfortable. Though it could have been the fact that she wasn't exactly pleasant with him the first time they had met. She dropped her eyes from Apollo and looked back to the bunched up gown around her. Perhaps she could see the apothecary, maybe they would have something to help her. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Sweeter than heavenxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Hotter than hell
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 11:23 pm
 ______Tyberius ↠Kingdom: Avarice ↠Rank: Twilight Knight ↠Location: Dining Hall - following Dorian Hhe craned his head ever so to the side to better place his ear towards Dorian to show that he was listening. At what she said he could not help the wicked smirk spreading across his lips, very much aware that no one was able to see it with the scarf in place. Miss Dorian was obviously upset with everything going on, the slight awkwardness in her movements and breathing being tattle-tale signs to him. However, the smirk was not because of that. It was the slight disgust that lined everything she said, the way she was trying to tell him to be something he was not. She did not like violence of this sort while he showed a somewhat merriment to it. "My actions displease you," his words were softer then he actually intended due to his wrappings, his eyes intense as they refocused on the Princess. "Worry not, for such thoughts are not in my mind from rise to fall. But your Highness you surely would not condemn a man to have some passion. You cannot tell a panther to stop being a panther because its thrill of the hunt does not correspond to your own." He would not lie that his interest and passion had been sparked. Instinctively he was a man of action and fierce emotion, enjoying it and basking in it. Not only that but this was stuff he lived with everyday, from when he was a child to even now. He thrived in this. Of course despite that he was still not fond of killing, but even so he had long accepted that it was part of his life; seeing it, causing it, knowing, etc. And if Dorian disliked that, well then there was much for her to deal with or find out later about things and himself in general.
At the feel of a soft hand on his shoulder and another whisper gracing his ears Tyberius fluidly shifted his weight, going back to his usual standing; arms crossed regally across his chest, back straight and legs spread slightly for balance. Dorian seemed to wish it and it probably was a good idea with the threat over - did not want to cause more hostility while things were trying to cool down. But the damage had been done to the room and the tension was still building. Something Dorian obviously wanted to get away from since she had made a hasty retreat to leave the Dining Hall, though not without dismissing herself as politely as she could. Being in a better mood then he had been in for a while Tyberius found himself giving a short bow to the family of Fortitude, quietly of course, before like-wise making a quick retreat to follow his charge.
She did not go far though, taking refuge against a wall for its support as if she would falter any moment, just far enough to be private. He took that as a sign for him to keep his distance, staying a good meter away from where she leaned to give her room. Finding his own wall to lean up against he quickly glanced around the area, more on edge for another attack and to right out distract himself. Dorian was in distress, and while he could not empathize with her emotions he could easily understand them. Normally something comforting was done in a situation like this, either said through words or action, but considering her words earlier and her actions Tyberius figured that such things from him all of a sudden would probably freak the poor girl out even farther.
 I am dying.
Every day, with every breath I draw,
I am closer to the end of my life.
For we are born with a finite number of breaths,
and each one I take edges the sunlight that is my life toward the inevitable dusk.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 1:31 am
-- Richard Bellerose -- |581| -- Location - Dining Hall -- -- Kingdom - Hubris -- -- Rank - Prince -- 
Richard smiled at Trey giving his brother a small nod as he waited for one of the servants to come over. "Indeed the castle is a rather large maze. I would have sought you out sooner but I was busy enjoying the castle. I needed a little relaxing after the catacombs. That is the day I arrived. So three days ago now? I figured I was not sure what you had encountered down there and therefore might need the time to yourself as well. That you are doing well says that the time was not needed I suspect?" Looking at Ileana he considered how he had been doing really. "I have been rather well all things considered Ileana. I thank you for the thought towards my health. And how I ask are you doing? Well I hope." At the mention of the others names Richard spared Ella a half gaze as if her very existence was insignificant to him. She was a nice girl for a servant but then again had she been anything else she wouldn't have been alive more than likely. It was rare you met a rude servant after all.
Sizing her up Richard turned his eyes to the other two. He had only noticed the cat man initially but now that he was sitting he could clearly see another. Eying them carefully Richard did not fail to notice Autumn had fallen silent for the moment. "Are you not going to greet me dear cousin?" Giving the woman a sidelong glance he smiled to show that he was joking. Well mostly anyway. Still she seemed off. Like she used to get when she would stare off into space with a focused gaze as if seeing something that wasn't there. "Still crazy I see." Giving her a teasing grin he turned back towards the cat man as he introduced himself to Ileana in a slightly forward manner. At least what Richard considered a forward manner. Still the woman could take care of herself and Richard was not usually one to offer his help so easily. Watching the two exchange chatter Richard slid his gaze back to Ella for a moment. Watching the girl for any kind of reaction. Then he held up his hand and gestured for her to come closer.
"Go get me some water. Then I would like to have something to eat. Fruit preferably. Maybe some grapes. Now go and don't take too long about it girl." Turning his head towards his brother he caught a slight look of disapproval and smiled. Hearing him speak up to Autumn Richard raised an eyebrow. "Is the crazy getting contagious cousin? If so I dare say I shall go join my little sister." While the question was obviously for the most part joking there was a tiny amount of truth in the question as always. If her crazy was contagious he would leave even if he couldn't likely catch it. "So tell me brother what of this lady you were set to marry? Is she horrible or is she a decent woman. Oh and how good looking is she? Meeting her might be nice. That way I can size her up and see if she is worthy of Hubris." He had not yet heard about his siblings time in the catacombs and therefore had yet to hear that the woman was dead. Not that he would have really minded. She probably wasn't fit to rule Hubris with his brother.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 3:31 am
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Dining hall, just serving, anyone feel free to talk to himIn culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Kirkis was worried about Tao being taken away, and planned to later free him (after feeding him the prime steak once it was finished), but when he checked on the young man’s whereabouts, he realized he was freely roaming the dungeons. He didn’t keep his conscious there long to spy, so the butler did not realize what a loose fellow he was. He was a bit worried that such an easy escape could be a problem (having missed both the ‘dropped’ key, and the use of his magic bracelet), but he would worry about that later. The food rush was on.
As several meals found their homes in front of hungry guests, the others that had arrived a bit later had slightly better appetites, having beautiful smells and appearances entice them. Thankful that the two jesters were finished with their combat of performances, he wondered idly if he might ask the Master if he could manage a way to find ghost musicians, to fill the hall with light music. Kirkis did not think real ones would fit well, considering this less formal dining hall (compared to the one used previously that had been tainted fro a while with Asuna’s dead body on display), but ghosts’ music could be heard while they would not take up any room. But perhaps he should wait until another time to bring that up. Right now he was sure his Master would probably be conversing with several of the royal guests (or avoiding them; either way, very busy indeed).
While carrying around a silver plate with several crystal glasses filled with various wines and even non-alcoholic drinks (and even an ale mug for Gregoir, when he saw him), Kirkis paused sharply as he felt the assassin disappear. Well, one thing answered. The assassin was not alone, not exactly. But was there another assassin? Or was this merely the work of someone to keep certain things secret? Could the attack be set up by another kingdom? Not meant to truly succeed, other than to spread dissent and distrust? Kirkis was close to guessing Xard’s method, but certainly not the grand scheme the demon was managing, only the littlest aspect. He focused to allow his powers to reach out, as if forming a silken cobweb of energy around the castle. He wished to catch an intruder before they caused any harm, but he knew that leaving it diffused, there was still quite the chance of someone going past without alerting him. As the silver platter almost fell (he had started to become fuzzy to reality, and solidified quickly enough to steady it once more), he decided that was not a useful plan (unless he used it when the majority of guests were sleeping, and he would not have any other duties). Now though was definitely not the time. He focused instead on only the main entrances as he had done weeks before, to be alerted to newcomers. At least it was something.
Leaving drinks of choice around for the guests, he returned to the kitchen for the next set of dishes, which included the thick cut of steak seared to perfection, having been marinated overnight in a savory rich sauce of one of the chef’s own creation. He left it in front of John of Fortitude, giving him only a slight wink as he turned to continue dispensing the other things he carried. Though several guests had not gotten to order yet, he left them small tidbits and snacks that their respective kitchen servants had informed him about when he’d sent letters out. Some were just guesses, such as a bowl of cream and some strawberries near the cat-person who Kirkis had overheard about being some kind of priest or something. He wondered for a second if Sokar would want to eat him, though he was a wolf and not a dog. Still, it would be funny to put them together and see what happened some day.
He overheard Richard ask Ella for what he wanted, and knowing that such things were definitely in stock in the kitchen, did not offer to get them himself, wanting Ella to appear more productive. If he helped her, he worried she might appear lazy when she really was a hard-working girl. On top of that, he needed the help, as he was no pulling double duty, though the other servants were trying to help him with refiling glasses and removing empty dishes. He just prayed nothing else would happen, and that the rest of the meal would be a painless thing.
Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 3:34 am
Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Gardens, not doing much; werehuman [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
When Maelona said her part to R, Sokar felt satisfied that she would be all right after all. Yes, whatever troubled her sleep would remain for a while longer, but she was not a broken thing. He watched her leave, and wanted to follow to keep an eye on her, but he knew that not only was now certainly not a time she would accept it, but there was not much need. There was something about her voice that had caused his ears to hurt, quite badly because his hearing (not only of volume, but also catching pitches the others could not hear) was so acute. He shook his head a little bit, grateful when it started to lessen at least somewhat. He was satisfied she would be all right, at least now that there was daylight, and if she did not go too deeply into the forest.
But it seemed as if it was all right, as one man went after her, and Sokar had scented no evil intentions, such as to insult her or hurt her. She should be safe now, but who knew if this would endanger that man, her being so upset by R? Now sitting in his own fashion on the grass, Sokar waited disinterestedly as he looked down at the ground, habitually searching for weeds that needed to be plucked out, or a growing thorn plant. He did not care much about the newcomers to R’s little group, other than sniffing their scents as they spoke, memorizing each so that he would know them for as long as they stayed at Veritas’ castle.
His ears twitched as he heard R speak about him, and he looked up too, wondering just how to find this monster sorcerer. Perhaps scenting his magic? There were other humans, he was almost sure, that could probably sense magics and such, but that might be too obvious. He would not be obvious about casting a spell or anything, and he had access to almost everywhere, both on the grounds, and the castle proper. At least he would not appear so much out of place compared to some of these persons in certain places.
Getting up, Sokar rolled his shoulders to stretch them out as R started to lead them back towards the castle. The werehuman saw he was taller than many of these persons, and changed his walk slightly, so that he was a bit more hunched over. He didn’t care for any one of them really, but to him, they were still his superiors in Veritas’ strange pack. Inwardly, he did not worry about being alone, for he almost always felt alone anyway. His wolf instincts more often than not overcame human instincts (how Sokar viewed it). So, in his view, instead of being selfish and overly concerned for his own safety (as he considered humans), he instead was more concerned about the pack’s well-being. He would not endanger another to stay near him (for he was, in R’s plan, a major tool to find this Thing), yet he would risk himself to protect someone else, were it within his ability. He considered changing shape to his rightful form, but decided not to just yet, in case he needed to speak or ask questions first.
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 4:28 am
"I gave my life away, Ther's nothing left to say."  "I gave my life away, You take it in your way." Aimlessly Outside to Gardens 
Lucien idly picked himself up off of his stomach and sat back for a moment, just prolonging the moment. The boredom had finally gotten to him though – there was nothing to do when one was by themselves. At least, not for him. It was times like the one he found himself currently in that made him miss his own estate The place where he was allowed to dress and act however he wanted and speak to his servants however he wanted. Granted, though, he still had to be careful since gossip did travel.
His hand brushed through his hair before falling back down into place to grab his shirt with a sigh. It took little motion to pull the loose material fine in quality but it was still a very simple style. But the most he thought of it was the moment he took to decide not to do up the little cuff areas by his wrist and neck. Besides, he had other things to consider that seemed much more important than fabric and the clothes he wore. He’s knee drew closer to his chest before he let his arm lay over it, the other leg stretched out in a very relaxing manner.
As he sat there for just a moment more, the prince of Avarice couldn’t help but consider how peaceful this place seemed and how remote it was. Indeed it was almost too easily to forget one’s troubles if it wasn’t for the nagging in the back of his head reminding him of it as soon as he started to let it go. No – war should not be all that forgotten. Not when there were men dying out in the battlefield – a battlefield that he knew could be changed if he’d fought even conservatively. But was he out in the fray? No, not even remotely. And why? Because is blasted sister, who wasn’t technically even his sister, had to be the blasted heiress of his kingdom and attracted assassins. And in a full on attack, where the person was out to kill her, her pretty little face wouldn’t do anything for her.
A light grumble in his facial features, Lucien finally found the will to stand up. This place was boring – relaxing but boring. And he’d take to the sky normally but he was rather lethargic. A lethargic dragon in the sky equaled one who wasn’t flying for long. Plus the fact that there had been horses in various places around them with all the families arriving. By all that was holy Lucien could only hope that the rest of his “family” didn’t decide to hope down for a visit. His family was not something he’d wish on his --- no, wait, he’d wish them on his enemies.
The relatively young prince moved through the outdoors, imagining various people’s reaction to his mother and step-father. And he had to admit that in his mind’s eye the situation could be very amusing. But he knew better than to think it would all be fun and games. So with those thoughts in his head, and his feet continually moving across the ground, Lucien wasn’t prepared for the sounds of a woman shouting.
Maelona apparently was in astonishment over the suggestion of learning to fight. A light frown filtered over his expression as Lucien moved towards where that voice seemed to come from. Despite the shrill and unyielding sound of her voice, some form of stimulus was better than nothing. Especially considering the fact that all he wanted to do was go back to bed and it was barely the middle of the full day.
Considering the fact that he’d been a good distance away and still heard her though…well that spoke highly of the set of lungs she (Maelona) had on her. Not someone he’d want screaming at him that was for sure. Another reason why the marriage would not work out – if she couldn’t manage to hold her voice to a reasonable tone how could he ever survive her in dragon form? And that was definitely not a gift he was willing to keep locked up just because of a woman’s temperament.
Still…it seemed he didn’t have to go as far as he thought the voice had come from. The form of Maelona was displayed before him in the position of a frightened child hiding.
“So, who was the one that caused this?” Lucien asked Maelona, taking a light stance with an eyebrow raised as he watched her lightly rocking form.
 He stood a bit away from her, towards the side, so he wasn’t trying to shadow her. However, with her position on the floor and the rather pathetic posture she showed him it was almost as though she were a young child in comparison to him. One he was just going to have to look after because they couldn’t, or didn’t know how to at least, do it themselves. That was fine – if he could get over the ideal role of protector instead of husband then that meant less worry for him. One didn’t often try to forsake the wisdom of their protector. Lucien still mentally vowed to find a way out of it but at least if he had to play along he could try to make the path smoother for the both of them.
“I heard something about learning to fight?” He brought up as he caste his eyes to the other person near (Apollo). “Did a fight manage to spring up in such a peaceful surrounding?”
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