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 Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 7:12 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: outside with Altonair, Nedira, and Corrine, then joined by two others briefly before departing I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake As the rain continued to come down harder, Lincoln took a moment to note how Princess Naedira compared Corrine to a Valkyrie. Likely such a comparison would please her, and he would definitely mention it to her later, in private. Hearing his brother being considered “gallant” made him quite curious, but it would be improper to ask for details, as if doubting the impression he’d made.
When the well-spoken princess commented on the somewhat oddity of Wrath’s relationship with Humility, he wondered if it was merely the connection through Envy, or was it something else altogether? Corrine would have been polite to his friend Altonair for his benefit, and as well because she knew he plans for Evony. But to spread such quality of loyalty to Humility? It did seem odd, but he supposed it was the Princess Naedira, and her family, that would inspire such good feelings in others.
While listening to the way Naedira and Altonair spoke to each other, he couldn’t help an incredibly strong want to have that in his future as well. His parents had exemplified that carnal desire was all that mattered, something which needed not their spouse to be tended to. Perhaps they enjoyed their arguments for the sake of it as well. But Lincoln had experienced much on the carnal path, and he could see himself give it up completely to have a partner whom he could speak with frankly, yet trust as implicitly as any family member and be at peace with them. Now was not the time to start woolgathering though.
Naedira faltered but Altonair was quick to support her. Himself and his cousin kept around Altonair and Naedira, as if a sort of guard for them. It seemed to him that Corrine must have been rather good friends of some kind with the Princess of Humility, though he’d never really heard of it before, and he found it amusing that he was good friends with Altonair. He did not pull out his blade, nor did the archduchess, and likely for the same reason. They might look afraid when on guard so visibly, with no actual enemies that should have provoked such a reaction. It was better to look as if they were just out for a friendly walk, and merely caught by the rain. He stayed a little closer to Altonair’s side, as if conversing with him, though he spoke to the man’s betrothed.
“Princess Riley, if magic is sealed away from those such as yourselves who are gifted in its use-” there was no coldness when he said ‘gifted’, but it was obvious he did not hold it in as high regard as most who did not have it, “-then be comforted that I am not a magic user. My wits and my strength are all I require, and I will be honored to assist Prince Altonair in escorting you back to the castle.” He and Altonair were on a first name basis, but for the Princess’ honor, for now he would formally mention the young man’s title. While he was sure Corrine had not become a mage in the past few weeks, it was not polite to volunteer some information about her. Women did love the air of mystery, at least most of them.
He noted that two figures were coming closer to them, as as they did and the haze of rain cleared up, he recognized his brother. Lincoln did not know the young woman, but he was puzzled at the way the two moved closely to each other. Was his brother finally growing up? He gave him a short look as they met up with them all, and the young woman greeted Princess Riley. Was this Madelyne Riley? Castle gossip held that she had been thought dead, but had returned to her family, something Lincoln could appreciate as one of the few benefits of staying at Veritas’ castle.
It was indeed becoming more of a downpour, and Lincoln was sure she was right about not worrying about introductions. He thought about his Mishka though, and about that almost-call he’d heard in his mind. Actually, now it seemed like it had stopped just within a few seconds of the elder Princess Riley’s spell not working on Altonair. Perhaps his baby sister was in danger? He needed to find her.
“Stefan, make sure Prince Altonair, the Princesses, and our cousin make it back to the castle safely,” he said as a slight whisper to his behemoth of a brother. Being only a few inches taller than him, he still looked quite different from the heir, “I’m counting on you.”
He hated to be rude, but family always came first. “Altonair, please forgive me. I have to find my sister. Stefan here will join you all.” He gave Naedira and the suspected ‘Madelyne’ a short inclination of his head, “Your pardon ladies.” As he did so, he made a simple hand movement to Corrine, asking her to take care of the group. Stefan was a good boy.... but Corrine was not only the better warrior by far, she was mature enough to be trusted and she would truly take the task seriously. It was only to spare Stefan’s pride that he did not declare it openly. Women warriors were equal to male ones in Wrath, but Stefan was a prince and Corrine an archduchess.
Lincoln left them then, not sure where to start, other than his suspicion that his sister felt trapped by the castle and would be outside its walls as he had been, when the day was not so dreary. He knew she could usually take care of herself, but she relied on her abilities as well. On top of that, what if she was still so upset that she didn’t even realize that she’d lost her magic? He sped up his walk, hoping to spot at least someone to ask as he crossed the grounds with a determined look on his face, not passing near the part of the castle that was teeming with intruders. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 7:23 pm
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince
Location: outside with a familiar group...
Mood: ...coincidence or subterfuge? I don't believe in fate or destiny.
I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment.
However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter -
it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
--Henry RollinsStefan led Madelyne with the edge of her sleeve, but soon she seemed to be paying a bit more attention, and he dropped the light material before he tore it. They weren’t running (he thought it likely that Madelyne would not be able to run with her dress, and without her shoes), but their pace did increase as the rain seemed to get worse. Trying not to get lost as the mud obscured some of the light trails, Stefan was concentrating on not getting them lost that he almost did.
He caught a glance of a castle wall through some branches that were swaying from the stronger winds, and reoriented himself. He glanced at Madelyne occasionally, to make sure she hadn’t fallen behind (because she couldn’t keep up, or even for a nefarious purpose). When they had gone out from under the majority of the tree canopy, Stefan also caught sight of the group his companion had seen. He recognized his two family members, as well as Prince Altonair and Princess Naedira. A part of him paused to wonder just why they were out in this weather (making a secret 3-way treaty?), but he pushed the idea aside as ridiculous. Who would be discussing those kinds of things out in the open?
The large man had walked closer to them when he glanced behind him, and saw that Madelyne had stopped, but only a few feet behind him. She continued before he could say anything, and in a couple of minutes they had met up with the other group. Stefan nodded in greeting at the group in general, but stayed silent. His older brother made him nervous because he didn’t want to embarrass him, and his cousin because he was worried she might do something to him. It wasn’t that he thought badly of his cousin, merely that he had a misconstrued understanding of her sense of humor (and that most examples he’d seen or heard of were of persons who despised the archduchess for rebutting their advances, or being a better warrior than they, or sometimes both).
He stayed a bit awkwardly to the side as Madelyne moved closer than he, moving up to her sister. She asked about her well-being, and then explained that the two of them had been out, farther along. It never occurred to Stefan that her words could have been twisted to a different meaning, as if they had been having a private rendezvous, so he just nodded in agreement to what she’d said.
Lincoln surprised him by suddenly requesting that he watch over the group, his face showing his surprise. He caught the end of the sign his brother gave to Corrine after he nodded that he would, and felt both relieved and insulted. It would be better indeed to have Corrine in charge and responsible, but it was merely another example of how he failed to keep up to the Masterson standards. He did a better job of keeping his emotions hidden this time around though. The man unsnapped the small bands holding his axes in their holsters, but otherwise did not pull them out. Despite his size and newfound duty, he walked with his head a bit down, and shoulders slouched. He said nothing to Altonair whom he’d walked beside now, unsure of what there might be to say besides a foolish ‘hi’. We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion
for the moment that we're not alone.
--Orson Welles
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 2:29 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Rank: Prince Location: Entrance hall with Kirkis White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) All John could do after the accidently kicking of objects was to listen to the two’s conversation. He made sure to keep a small smile on his face, if only to hide just how unnerved he was at not having his telepathy. Unfortunately, the servant didn’t seem to have a suitable answer to Kirkis’ inquiry. Maybe that meant they were the only ones affected? That scenario seemed odd to him since while he was a prince of Fortitude, Kirkis was a servant of the Castle. Why would someone target people from two completely different places?
He held back the urge to scratch his head as the servant went to get some paper and a quill. As they waited, John looked towards Kirkis. He nodded slightly before frowning a little. He wished he knew why they suddenly found themselves so severely limited. The prince had no idea if the limitations would extend to his wings. Admittedly, John wasn’t sure he wanted to find out either. After all, being deprived of the ability to fly, in his mind, was much worse than being deprived of the ability to speak.
But, at least the latter would be somewhat remedied as the servant came back with the quill and paper. He gave a small smile before finding a suitable place to write. The first thing he made sure to write was a “Thank you” to the servant, as well as an apology. Though, John made sure to wait till the servant had left before writing anything directly to Kirkis.
“I am not sure how we have become limited like this. I have never experienced such before now.” He showed that part of his message to Kirkis before going back to writing. “Do you think it might be Veritas’ doing, or that he might know what is going on with us at the very least?” Shortly after showing Kirkis what he wrote, John thought he started to hear something nearby.
His eyes blinked slightly as he tilted his head. The sound was faint at first. But, slowly but surely, the sound became more definable and louder. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he started to write once more. “If I am not mistaken, there appears to be a commotion that is coming closer to us…I believe we should move away from here, and quickly.” While John couldn’t be for sure on what was going on, some of the familiar clang of weapons made him think there might be a fight going on. However, with Kirkis appearing to have no weapon and the angel not knowing the whole story behind the commotion, he didn’t want to stick around and find himself surrounded or out-numbered.
“Maybe we could try to find Veritas, or just someone else around here?” His handwriting became just a bit messier due to his hand moving faster across the paper. But, he still did his best to make it as legible as possible. “For while I hope we are the only ones afflicted, I would not be surprised if we are not so lucky in that regard.” Since Kirkis knew the castle better than he did, John planned to defer to Kirkis in terms of where they went next. Either way though, John knew staying in the Entrance Hall likely wasn’t a good idea, and the longer they took to decide their next course of action, the higher their chance at encountering the commotion seemingly heading their way. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 7:03 pm
 ====> Bellona Dunn
====> Archer of Prudence
====> Main Entrance The light rain had turned into a relentless storm, and still Belle did not go inside. The guard she was standing next to nudged her, pulled back the brim of his cloak and spoke to her through the claps of thunder.
‘Should you not be inside? You are not bound to guard duty today, and the storm is progressing into something awful. Better to be dry and happy inside than soaked and miserable out here.’
Belle shrugged, her own cloak sodden and heavy with water. Another clap of thunder and Belle reached up to rub her ears. The storm was right over them and the closeness of the lightning and sound of the thunder hurt her ears a bit.“Why the hell would I go inside? I would most likely be stuck parading around with Princess Cecelia or stuck doing something for Millie.” Belle shook her head, “Better to be out here, happy and sodden than to be inside, warm and aggravated.”
The guard next to her laughed and the two resumed watching the vast land in front of them. Since her arrival Belle had found she enjoyed being with the guardsmen and knights more than she did being with her charges. Something not unusual for Belle but given the circumstances she really should have been inside.
But the thought diminished quickly as the archer watched the rain. Belle was having a hard time seeing past the curtain of rain that poured down over and around them. If she was having a rough time seeing out into the beyond, then surely her guard friend was as well. “I am not even sure what you are supposed to be guarding against. Anyone out in this storm, other than us, is simply….”
It was faint, but there was something that cut Belle off mid sentences. It was coming from the other side of the castle. It sounded like shouting, possible metal on metal…and something softer. “Did you hear that?” She asked. The guard next to her shook his head, but raised his spear. He asked what it was. “I am not sure. It sound like screaming, possibly weapons clashing against each other. This rain, it drowns everything out…”
The two decided it was best to check it out. No more than a few feet later they saw chaos. Down below in the yard and on the walls bandits were fighting the guards and other men and women from Veritas’s castle. “What in the hells?!” Belle shouted as she reached behind her to grab Orion, her long bow. The guard next to her had run ahead to join in any hand to hand combat he could while Belle rapidly strung an arrow. She let it fly into the bandits, striking one and lodging in his heart.
Wiping rain off of her face, Belle reached for another arrow. This rain was maddening. Relying on her sight and hearing was proving to be difficult. She could barely see through the rain, and the sounds were muffled, as if someone had stuffed cotton in her ears. With her bow reloaded she heard the faint sound of something flying through the air in her direction. She moved and the arrow clipped her left side, sending a shocking wave of bright red onto the slick wall.
Belle grunted and fell to one knee. How did that happen? She had not been hit with any weapon in so long. Months! Years! The rain. It was the rain. The extreme thunder claps and the pounding rain had screwed with her senses, leaving her vulnerable. Scrambling quickly away from her attacker Belle shuffled along the wall until she was able to climb down and make her way into the castle.
Inside she heard some of the bandits rattling around, looking for treasure. She went around them silently, leaving a trail of blood mixed with rain water on the floor. Once past them she found a safe spot to crouch. She loaded her bow with an arrow and let it loose on the bandits. One fell and before the other two could make it very far Belle had slain them as well. Being in the castle made hearing and seeing better. The bandits never had a chance.
Limping through a side hall she made her way to the main entrance and ran straight into Kirkis and John. She wasn’t sure if anyone had heard the news so she blurted out as quick as she could catch her breath “The castle….is…..is under attack!” Outraged Ornery Cat: Please forgive the bland colors. I tried to get some color into it and it just would not cooperate with me.So after raging at the computer for a couple of hours I've decided to go to bed. I'll fix it tomorrow. Or rather, while she sleeps, bunni will fix it for her, because she loves her so much.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 11:26 pm
 XXXXXXXXXX◊▐░░░░Ƞame: Altonair Wood XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX◊▐░░░░Ƚocation: Training Grounds, then Hallways XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX◊▐░░░░Ⱦitle: Prince [Heir] XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX◊▐░░░░Ίn the Company of: Corrine, Lincoln, Stefan, Madelyne, and Corrine XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX◊▐░░░░Ⱦhinking: How foolish of me to think that we were safe here... {{{My apologies if stepped out of line in this post. Let me know if anything needs to be changed!}}} ♢━━━━━━♢━━━━━━♢
The weather wouldn't seem to improve soon, evidenced by the relentless rain and thunderclaps. Any sort of soothing scenery outside could have given them would be soaked in this gloomy downpour. Worse, Knight Liam seemed intent on instructing the young prince in the very clutches of the storm. Either out of some sort of Envian training method or simply to torture the prince, Altonair could not tell. However, he knew that the coming lessons would be harsher than the rain falling on them now, unbelievable as it may be. He would need to keep his focus in mind next time as well, lest he find himself tossed like a child's rag doll under Liam's tutelage.
After the knight concluded the lesson for the day (however abrupt it was), the prince bade his farewell the knight and turned his attention back to his betrothed and other company in the training ground. His eye did not miss the look Princess Naedira seemed to cast to the knight. It was...not like her to look that way. She seemed to be upset, almost...simmering with displeasure. Perhaps she was not fond of Liam's teaching methods. The prince wasn't either, but he knew results could be beaten out of a person easier than coaxing them.
She responded to his jest about his condition, her tone seeming to touch on a note the prince barely missed before she began work on his condition. He cast his gaze back to Corrine and Lincoln's position, but it wasn't long before felt her magic halt and he moved to hold her up. She stiffened, almost like she pained.
As Naedira pressed herself against his form for stability, she spoke out Corrine Masterson's name, who responded and assured her that she would be out of the weather in due time. Then, the princess revealed her plight: her magic was...gone. And not just her's...she couldn't find magic around her at all. The prince could barely fathom her words, unaware of what this "feeling" of magic all around her could be like. The closest hing he could try to imagine was being transported to Vertias' chambers following his "victory" in the catacombs, or even arriving here at the castle for the first time. But even those were most likely far cries from what Naedira was explaining.
And to have it all gone, just like that...what was going on?
Lincoln strode up to his side, and comforted Princess Naedira, stating that his strength lay in his prowess and not magic. It was an emboldening appraisal, one that was to bring relief and comfort. But for the prince, that would not be enough. To stir envy from others was to strive to be the closest to perfection, and never falter from that path. Having these magical gifts that most of the royal families, knights, and even lowly servants gave them more value. How could he hope to be the Heir of Envy, when some servants outclassed him in value merely by holding a gift.
But damn the prince if he was to voice his feelings on the matter. It would only lower his value. Besides, there were more pressing matters at hand, ones that needed him to be attentive.
"A fine trait to possess, Heir Lincoln." he said to the Wrathian with a smrik, his words not entirely false: as much as having a gift was enviable, the present situation made these gifts useless. Being trained in the physical sense took importance over everything. Naedira warned them to kept their blades at the ready, preparing for any sort of ill intent that may be headed their way. If the magical essence that flowed in the air was really sealed off, then harm must surely be on the way.
Two approaching did put Altonair on edge, his grip on Naedira subconciously tightening, until he recognized Princess Madelyne and Prince Stefan, of Humility and Wrath respectively. He relaxed, thanking the odds of being in the proximity of many trusted allies. "Prince Stefan, Princess Madelyne." he bade them, nodding his head slightly. It was an odd stroke of luck that the found himself in the company of a majority of the Humilitan and Wrathian families. He might have quipped about it, if the situation didn't call for a more serious tone.
Princess Madelyne strode up to Naedira, and asked of her condition. Whether or not she knew of the magic in the air being inaccessible was unknown, but for the sake of making promptly sure they were out of the storm's chill, he assumed she did. Madelyne's manners led her to address Lincoln, apologizing for the need to take cover first.
Lincoln whispered something to his brother, Stefan, before he informed Altonair and the group that he needed to take his leave to make sure his sister was well. The Envian heir nodded at the Wrathian heir's decision, respecting the concern for family Lincoln displayed. "Safe travels then, Heir Lincoln." he said simply, waving Naedira's parasol slightly in farewell.
Stefan sidled up to Altonair's side, his posture contrasting the large Wrathian's form. "How quaint that we find ourselves in each other's company again, though I hoped it would be under happier conditions." the prince said to the Wrathain prince, before turning his gaze back to Archduchess Corrine and Princess Madelyne. Of course, the last time they were together, Dafydd of Patience was also present. The heir was glad that was not the case this time: it took much willpower not to last out at the prince last time.
Carefully taking steps to make sure Naedira did not lose her footing, the prince began to lead the group to the nearest archway, containing an open doorway to the hallways. If memory served correctly, there were some seats down the hallway.
Finally inside and out of the storm's grasp, the prince set his betrothed down on a nearby bench aligned near the wall. He set her parasol to the side of her, kneeling in front of her. "I don't know why the Gods insist on making our lives difficult. I just wish I can be more helpful right now." he said lowly, shaking his head as he gave his betrothed an amused look. He gently squeezed her hand, trying to comfort her.
The sound of thunder echoing outside earned an irritated glare to the still open door to the training grounds. "Hold on." he said to the group, standing up to try and close the door. As he began closing the door, the heir caught sight of some rough looking men jumping over the borders of the training grounds. The heir froze as the dangerous individuals unsheathed weapons and began running towards the castle. One such man stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of the prince.
Then, he raised his axe.
Quickly, the prince shut the door, locking the door swiftly. Almost immediately, an axe cleaved into the closed door, the blade protruding sharply through the frame and not that far from the prince's head as he jumped back in shock. He fumbled as he grabbed a chair and stuck it to the door as a crude barricade. Then, he turned back to his companions.
"Bandits!" he exclaimed, grabbing another chair and barricading the door even more. Of course, that wouldn't stop the intruders from bursting through the windows.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 6:52 pm
 Her grief grew strong with each passing moment that the siren blood's powers dwindled. Till it all was but a distant memory that left her hallow and empty. Gone was the blanket of protection that allowed her ignorant bliss. She drew in a ragged breath, her knees buckling, threatening to give out under her weight. Focus, Mishka focus. She inwardly chided as her emotions threatened to drown her. Swallowing hard she looked to her companions. Cerulean pools flickering from one to the other. Lingering on the tall Housecarl who seemed to finally snap out of what ever haze he'd been entangled in.
When he finally reached Ashlynn's side and helped support her weight, Mishka adjusted her hold on the girl. Too close. He's too close. Fear of his touch sent her skittering further away from him and dropped her arm to her side. But still managed to support the girl with the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder.
Mishka felt every tremble, every shudder of the young woman's body. The hummed through her, and she suspected they weren't just the girls but her own. All the while her gaze jumped around them. Looking. Pausing. Hunting. For any threat that may come there way. She could deal with any more death. It wasn't in her. Even know she barely held on with out the aide of the seductress who guided her, numbing her to her loss. She stifled a sob of her own and closed her eyes tightly. Please Gods protect us and let me hold it together long enough to get inside. She sent up a silent pray before opening her eyes to the soft whimper of Ashlynns' voice.
Hardly having realized that she'd pulled free of her hold and now held onto her sleeve. Brows creased with worry she gently slid her hand over the girls, and patted. "Tis alright. Nothing to fear. We're safe here." She murmured, giving her words of encouragement that she knew to be a lie. These lands were as safe as her own home soil. The air felt as if it'd suddenly turned to ice, and it settled over her bones like deaths claws. Groping for it's next victim. She couldn't hold back the shiver that chattered her teeth. She needed her brothers. Needed them with every fiber of her being and she cursed what ever entity took away her powers and hindered her call to them. Lincoln. Please I pray you at least heard it and are coming.
Pressing her lips together as her thoughts were drowned out by the sloshing of the mud on their path back to the castle. Everything was just too quiet and it made her tremble all the more. "Housecarl...You are well with a s-sward are you not?" She asked, her voice cracking ever so slightly as teeth gnashed together as an unwanted quiver shook her spine. Her gaze flickering to him over Ashlynn's shoulder. "I may be of the Masterson blood line and good with a sword but my talent lays with my voice above all else." She hesitated looking once more to the girl and then back to him. Before movement to her right caught her eye, head quickly snapped in the direction and spotted Lincoln off in the distance. Her breath caught in her chest as her eyes grew wide with relief and joy. He was alive! She thought on the verge of hysterical tears.
"Lincoln!" She cried out pulling free of the maiden's grip and ran to her brother. Throwing her arms out and around his neck she held tight to her eldest sibling and buried her face in his neck. Drawing in his scent deep into her as tears began to roll freely down her cheeks. "The magic it's.. it's gone. I can't feel it anymore. What's happening. I feel something coming and it frightens me. Change is never with out death here and..." Her tongue fell silent at the image of Jasper flashed infront of her eyes and she quick shut them against it. Once again hiding her face against the shelter of his body. No. I must be brave, strong.. I can't show weakness. But she couldn't stop the sobs that shook her to the core.
┉Youngest Princess of Wrath┉
┉Outside in the Gardens┉
┉Ashlynn, Petruccio, Lincoln (if this isn't alright lemme know and I'll change it around)┉
┉Flying on auto pilot, it's the only way to keep the pain at bay┉
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Posted: Sun May 19, 2013 7:05 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the training grounds || Wearing This Dress || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Had Madelyne known what was to come, that the rain foreshadowed great fear and danger for all those living in the castle, she would have been able to make sure everyone was prepared for the night that may end in many taken lives. But she did not have the ability of foresight, nor was she ready to fend for her life.
In reaching Naedira, Altonair, Corrine, and the other Wrathian prince, who Altonair identified as Prince Lincoln, with Stefan, she couldn't help but notice Lincoln's sudden concern, and in watching him go... it was in that moment that Madelyne knew something was amiss. He was polite, announcing that he only had to find his sister, yet it was his looks to Stefan and Corrine that raised Madelyne's brows. Was he afraid something was going to happen?
The rain was pouring harder now, making Lincoln disappear quickly as he walked away from the group. Madelyne stayed close to Naedira, though her eyes often strayed to Stefan and his axe. Should they be in danger, certainly he could defend them, as well as Corrine. She did not know how well Altonair fought, but should the need arise for them to defend themselves, surely he would be capable. She was mostly worried for Naedira and herself. Without their magic and without weapons, they were useless. Madelyne only wished she had taken her bow along on her walk earlier that day. She would not have been as worrisome if anything were to happen.
Altonair spoke to Stefan lightly, then helped Naedira to the nearest entrance. Madelyne followed carefully and remained watchful to their surroundings, though it was useless really. The rain all but blinded them. As they entered the dry hallway, the princess sighed quietly. She was glad they were under cover, though her anxiety still remained.
To stop the rain from entering the building, Altonair went to close the door. Something about his stiffened frame caused Madelyne to refrain from sitting, to keep from relaxing. And the reason became clear within seconds.
Altonair slammed the door shut, locking it swiftly, before turning to them and saying the very words that defined Madelyne's fears: bandits! The princess jumped back as the first attacker's axe began to breach the door. "That door will not hold them back for long," she said, her voice trembling. It was difficult to appear strong and unafraid when she was unarmed, especially with her sister weakened. Madelyne did not realize Naedira was already drained of energy when she had reached her. She knew she was without magic, but she was completely unaware of her condition. Madelyne needed her bow, needed to be able to protect her sister. She had to admit their weakness to the others.
"Naedira and I cannot stay here. We are defenseless; we will only burden you." It hurt to accept her helplessness, but she was right. If they were to stay there, Stefan, Altonair, and Corrine would have to worry about their well-being. That would be much too difficult when they had to defend themselves. Madelyne needed to get her bow, get Naedira and herself to safety, or perhaps a hiding spot... What else was there for them to do?
{o.c.c. ~ }
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Posted: Mon May 20, 2013 10:59 pm
They come in lines to welcome you. They're shining through... Babylon...
And the sights will pierce your eyes, Babylon...
With nightmares on both sides, Babylon... Petruccio Giuseppe della Rovere xx Housecarl of Lust xx Garden  Even as he aided Mishka in supporting the weeping form of Ashlynn and helping her walk away from the garden, Petruccio's mind raced for what felt like decades with speculation. He could not understand what happened. Suddenly, his mind went completely silent, a sensation he'd never felt before. Living as one of his kind, it was commonplace to hear the screams of their more primal forms within their heads constantly. But this silence… this was something entirely new to him. It was deafening, being able to hear one's thoughts without having to account for the roaring in the background. His head felt like a desolate wasteland, with nothing but his human voice populating it. It was jarring, to say the least, and it was something he could not become accustomed to quickly enough. Whatever happened, it quieted the beast within him. It also caused Ashlynn to lose control of her emotions, and it seemed to weaken Mishka's stance somehow, as well as remove her voice's influence over the housecarl. Something happened to their bodies he could not explain, and he could not help but think it an ill omen.
Were they under attack? It certainly made enough sense.
It was with that that he straightened his stance, back to the confident stride he held before the silence took over his mind. Whatever this was, it would not bode well for anyone if he were to simply give in to his confusion. They needed to investigate what happened, and whatever was happening in his mind, he could not let it distract him from this. And if there was a silver lining to any of this, it was that for once, he truly understood what it felt like to be human. He was no longer a demon in disguise, a pretender that still bled the black blood of one of the damned things from the ashen realms. He was well and truly human for once, or at least as close as was possible for one of his kind, and as strange as it felt, it was a relief to be able to act without having to be as reserved as usual. He could risk emotion, because the danger of becoming that… thing within him no longer existed, at least for now.
But this sudden change seemed not to bode well for all of them. Mishka seemed somewhat meeker than her former confident self, even apprehensive when Petruccio helped her, recoiling from him without dropping her support for the white-haired girl. After a while of escorted walking, Ashlynn slowly began to gain her composure, being able to walk unassisted. But she still held onto both their sleeves, as if trying to keep them from fading away suddenly. The housecarl remained quiet, but steadfast as the girl stated that she was scared in a tone that made her youth rather apparent. Mishka tried to reassure her, but he knew rather well that she was lying, purely from the things he'd heard about the realm's history and the events regarding its denizens. Still, he remained quiet, eyes narrowed on the path ahead, until Mishka addressed him directly, asking if he was well with a sword. He nodded, motion toward the weapons on both the sides of his waist. "And I am just as skilled with an ax, nobildonna." Those who had seen him in battle before could certainly attest to that. He may have had the looks of a maiden, but his bite was like that of a lion. "Let us be hopeful that I am not required to prove that fact to you."
As they walked, Petruccio remained vigilant as ever, hoping to protect the women from any attack that came at them. As they rounded a corner, a man seemed to appear moving toward them. Mishka seemed to know this person, and rushed toward him, embracing him and explaining the situation. But as the Wrathian mentioned death, as if right on cue, arrows flew toward Ashlynn and Petruccio from an angle he'd not expected. arrows struck the woman in the chest and throat, killing her almost instantly, while an arrow struck Petruccio's shoulder, but only grazed him as it flew by, the sleeve slowly staining itself in blood ebony in color. The housecarl gritted his teeth as he drew his ax, eyes spotting the offenders, about a half dozen of them, as they lowered themselves on ropes from the wall of the castle, weapons drawn. He quickly drew his ax, pulling it back and launching it forward as it spun in the air, quickly embedding itself into the warrior's forehead and dropping him instantly. Typically he liked to use his ability to recall his thrown axe, but at the moment such was not an option, so he instead drew the heavy two-handed sword, running to wedge himself between the two Wrathian royals and the incoming attackers; sure, they were not his royals, but he'd do his damned best to protect them anyway, as was his duty. He was outnumbered five to one, but that never stopped him before. And while he would not ask for help from one of those whose station was higher than his, he certainly hoped the Wrathian could aid him, especially if he had the skill with a sword those of Wrath were known for.  Say what you want me to do and I will do it for you.
Say who you want me to do and I'll do her too.
And in the backstreets all the demons
Laugh as hell - They want some more.
Dobermans raising Cain in this loveless game,
And you wait to score...
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 10:33 pm
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The Duke was thankful to the Heiress as Dominique mentioned finding some way to grant him the salvation he so desired. It was nice, but far beyond anything he deserved from the woman. The man was but a lowly ant that she should have paid no mind to. “I appreciate that, and I too shall work doubly hard to find my salvation my lady. Thank you for your kindness.” It was far more than he deserved to be sure. Still Alphonse supposed that he wasn’t completely undeserving of at least a little kindness. He had spent countless months in the Avarician royal court feeding the rightful King information. Then again for his efforts he had been awarded a high honor by being made a Duke. There was nothing owed to him any longer.
Alphonse would just have to make sure that he worked that much harder to repay the kindness. Harder to be worthy of such kindness. He probably never would, but that didn’t mean the Duke wouldn’t try. Maybe once he was free of the curse his father had put on him would he start on the road to being worthy.
After speaking of the power of blood, Alphonse fell silent content to simply be seen and not heard as the Heiress conversed with Fandral. The two discussing the soon to be late General Night. That such a beast could have been hiding in plain sight was sickening. Alphonse wished he had cast a ward to stop the beast from running and then proceeded to burn him into nothingness. It sounded downright delightful really.
Nothing was said as the man noticed the material the Heiress was wearing was see through in some places, showing off the flawless skin beneath. The skin that almost seemed to glow with beauty. Nothing was being seen that need be hidden, so Alphonse deemed to keep his observation to himself, it wasn’t proper and there was no need to upset the Princess. Commenting that her words were too kind, Dominique chuckled softly and agreed with him. Nodding his head, Alphonse let it drop.
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Listening to the two Royals discuss things, it was clear that his lady had the upper hand in the discussion. Had more knowledge of the subject then the man had. His ignorance showing in some of his comments, before long most of the time he took to simply falling silent and listening, probably a good move on his part. Even still what words he did breath out angered Alphonse. He spoke so highly of a man that Ryan knew next to nothing about. Lucien had clearly played the part of the “older brother” very well to the Riley siblings.
Not being able to take it anymore, Alphonse asked Dominique for permission to speak and she nodded her head in permission. Doing his best to paint and accurate picture of Lucien for Ryan, the man still seemed beyond ignorant just by the expression on his face. After giving his own firsthand personal account of the dragonborn beast, Alphonse fell silent to see if his words would add anything to the conversation.
Fandral spoke up next making the subtle accusation that Naedira had been mourning Lucien as more than a friend. It was a risky thing to do and Alphonse wasn’t sure how wise it was. At the very least, he supposed, it would keep Ryan off his feet so to speak. Hopefully it would pay off in the end.
Ryan’s response was to be expected and Alphonse stared at the Heir with no emotion. Trying to gauge just how outraged he was. Not so outraged as to attack it seemed, but perhaps outraged enough to be on the verge of putting this meeting to the end at least temporarily. Closing his eyes for a moment with a muted sigh, it was clear the man would continue to be a fool.
Only half listening to what was being discussed, he was ready to jump in again at any sign that he needed to. Alphonse seriously doubted the innocent bleeding heart of the man in front of him would do anything untoward, but he was ready nonetheless.
Some commotion in the hallway caught the attention of the Duke sometime near the end of Dominique and Ryan’s last exchanged words. Was that fighting? Walking over to the doorway and opening it, a soldier was nearly pushed into him with a deep wound. Moving out of the way to allow the man to hit the ground behind him, Alphonse unsheathed his enchanted blade, taking note that with his magic gone the blade too had returned to it’s normal length, the sheathe matching it. That meant there really was no access to magic.
Planting the blade up to the hilt in the bandit responsible for attacking the soldier, Alphonse removed it from the man’s chest and beheaded him without a second thought. Stepping out into the hall, the soldiers seemed to have most of the small group of bandits handled. A second bandit, however, was overpowering another soldier. Moving up behind the man, Alphonse sent a horizontal swing to the man’s back, cutting him clean in half with the formerly enchanted sword which was still especially sharp. With the second bandit dispatched, Alphonse left the rest of the bandits to the soldiers and headed back inside the library, stopping only long enough to wipe the blood off his sword on the body of the first dispatched bandit.
“We need to leave, it seems bandits have somehow infiltrated this seemingly impregnable castle. I would say it had something to do with the the magic being taken away.” Thankfully, Alphonse was a knight at heart and very skilled in the ways of battle without magic. It was what he had a natural talent for.
As the castle was clearly under attack Alphonse suddenly had a thought. Where was Aimee? He would never forgive himself if his friend came to harm. Still the duty he had to Dominique stopped him from being able to make sure she was safe. He would just have to hope that she was well protected. “Perhaps we should check on your handmaidens and the guards upstairs my lady? Higher ground might be preferable.” Especially if they could box the intruders into the stairs and hold them back at close quarters while archers picked them off from the tops of the stairs safely. Either way the choice was clearly up to Dominique.
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Posted: Thu May 23, 2013 11:38 am
 
The road that had taken them to the Gates had been a treacherous journey – windy, full of thorns in the smaller, less traveled paths, bands of brigands determined to thieve some sort of way to eat another night. It'd been long, and though his spirit had yet to slow, his body revealed well how worn he'd become. While his shoulders had yet to diminish in exuding his ability to fight, the lines that creased near his eyes gave one the impression he'd seen more than a score of winters, and that he had become wise over the due course of time. His cloak was of a heavy material and normally it hung close to his back no matter how fast his mount galloped, but as they traversed through the gates, it flapped as though it were made of mere paper. Coal black eyes leaked tears from the strain to stay open, wetting his cheeks before the rough edges of his glove could catch them.
But Galieard would not be left unaware, not when magic would transport them to the god's realm. Uttering the spell that the king had given him to make the journey, he and his entourage quickly landed in a place where night had already blanketed the sky. The constellations shined differently, unique patterns known only to the gods and their guests. “Dark demons alive.” He mumbled, his stomach he was certain had been left in the vice and virtue realms.
His horse whinnied beneath him, and a gentle hand stroked the mare's mane. “Easy.” Galieard persuaded, just before pulling at the reigns to make her start toward the castle in the distance. Veritas' estate remained their first stop in this plane. It was custom to make oneself known when one found himself to be a stranger in someone else's lands. And with the god's permission, they'd start hunting for the bandits that had pilfered the password from one of those privileged enough to have overheard it from a king. “It's a day's ride from this point of entry.” The man said, his baritone voice steady as he pressed onward.
“Let us hope we find those with prices on their heads before they too make it to the castle.” The other three men in his company nodded their heads in unison and lightly pressed their heels to their horses' sides.
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As the group galloped towards the grounds, the morning storm now raining down onto their forms, they took note of the fact that the storm seemed to appear quite suddenly. So sudden did they meet the rain, mist and thunder, that even their horses seem to react sharply to the sudden arrival, almost as if they sensed the odd abruptness of the storm. They knew the morning had already come, but the darkness of the clouds prevented the telling of the time of the day.
As the grounds came into the view, the walls of the castle signaling their arrival to their destination, the leader suddenly perked his head up raised his fist into the air, his group halting at his command. He took a look around, seeming to hear something in the rain. It sounded...almost like a horn. He was not told that the groundsmen would signal their arrival, needing only their signing parchments as evidence of their identity. This was not part of their procedure.
Wary, the leader motioned for his men to dismount from their mounts, bading them to keep quiet. They secured their rides to nearby trees, making sure to pick a spot that was out of sight from the road, then slowly approached the walls.
Open gates were never a welcome sign, especially if there was evidence or a forced entry. The mist prevented Galieard from seeing further into the castle grounds through the open gates. Slowly, he unsheathed his weapons, the hunting net and arrows dipped in a paralyzing poison his tools of trade. The rest of his party followed suit, maces, spears, and bolas brandished. They stayed within the covers of the trees as they approached the open gates, keeping an eye from any conflict. The thunder and rain prevented them from hearing much over the rain.
It did not take long for Galieard to make out the form of a guardsmen, clad in the armor he recognized as the God King Veritas' estate, fighting off three other assailants. Around him lay the corpses of other fallen, guardsmen and highwaymen alike.
“How unfortunate to arrive at such a battle. It seems Veritas has enemies.” said one of the group, his mace digging into the mud in frustration. Galieard grunted in annoyance, but eyes widened as he noticed the emblem inscribed in one of the fallen raider's clutched flag. There was the insignia of a peculiarly curved axe cleaved into a caricatured skull, recognizing the emblem of the very bandit guild they were payed to track down: the Slothion Guild of Ernakh, home of the Slothion bandit Ernkah the Relentless. Quite the bounty had been placed on his head, and Temperance sought to pay Galieard and his team to take down the guild, with the leader in tow as proof of their victory. It seems their sources were correct in pointing them to this plane: the bandits' target was now made clear.
But they originally wanted to take on the guild as they slept, allowing their paltry force of four to successfully disarm and capture the entirety of the guild with little conflict. To take them on while they were already in combat with Veritas' forces would complicate things...but it was not impossible.
Galieard's eyes swept to the castle, gaze narrowing as he inferred the guilds' purpose in attacking the castle. “Men, our bounty lies within the castle. Do not take on any of these scum head on unless your life is at stake, or your interference will save another's life. I doubt our bounty will be claimed if we allow these bandits to do as they like and kill denizens.” he said aloud, making his way to the castle wall. There was some ropes leading up the wall, most likely a method the bandits used to scale the grounds.
Two of them stay out in the grounds and disable as many of the bandits as they could, while the other two would head into the castle and attempt to save the noble lives within the interior. Along their journey, they would need to keep an eye out for the distinct form of Ernakh. Temperance's promised pay included a significant bonus if Ernakh was brought back, preferably alive, to face trial for his crimes.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 11:32 am
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location: Destroyed Wing The former wolf was the first person to spy her, and though the princess knew it was far beneath her station to let someone see her weep, the tears ebbed readily. Her new betrothed expected her to change the core of her being, finally seeing that she, as she stood, could not be worthy of a crown. “But I know not how, Sokar. Courage alludes me at every corner.” The young woman whispered into his shoulder; though Sokar knew little of comforting humans, she felt an iota better in his embrace. Those of Lust required touch to be at ease. “His Majesty James Greene demands that which I cannot give, for I fear for his safety should I comply to Fortitudian law.”
Should he take her as a bride in full, James would need to keep her from the eyes of court, where her inner demon would have free reign – those who resided there would be a feast to the siren... dominion was her favorite dish. He refused her request to do so, and Lorelei's knees had trembled with the promise of buckling under the harsh lash of his tongue. Obviously, the prince had not understood why she'd insist upon it... But as potent as she was now, once she ripened into full power, there would be few who would be able to withstand her call.
Sokar's voice grumbled with the hints of anger as he asked for a further explanation, and her lips curved into a soft smile as she held onto the gardener – only to have her eyes widen when he offered to hunt “the man” for her. That would not be prudent. “Oh no, Sokar. Hunting will only worsen the problems. He is to be the king of Fortitude... and by law, I should become his queen.” But just because the laws decreed that to be so, did not mean she felt as though he should honor it without the conditions she'd proposed. Another tear rolled down her cheek in a hurry as the feeling of desperation overtook her senses. “But I am a monster, and that demon within me shall grow should I lose my virtue.” She almost laughed at herself for claiming she had any to call her own. What virtue could someone of Lust actually possess?
Sokar pushed her back and she took note of the fur that now sparsely covered his body as he made the transformation back into a wolf. The howl that escaped him caused shock to rock through her stomach and she held a hand to her chest. “Sokar... what has happened?” Only then did she notice the change in herself as well. What magic was this? Were it not for the loss of a symphony in her voice, she might have thought it Veritas' work.
Had she been the cause, when only a few short moments ago she wished with all her heart to change everything. Fear trilled through her spine at the thought.
Shakily, her hand reached out to his head, intent upon feeling tufts of fur beneath her fingertips. “We must find someone to explain this. And to find out what else has been altered.” She said, looking toward the castle.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: cid, I'm sorry for the wait... work was killing me, and then the holiday weekend did me no favors. ]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 8:03 pm
 I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Wandering about the halls
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Sam finished getting settled on the floor and glanced at the fireplace as Ella mentioned stoking a fire later for light. Though he could see better in the dark than the average person, he did still need light to work with and he supposed that for something as delicate as what she was doing, light would be doubly important. He had to squash the urge to scoot closer to where she laid out her work. The dual draw of the young girl and work she was doing was enough to make sitting still a bit of struggle. He mentally told himself to stop acting like a pup and made sure that his face showed none of his internal struggle. Any odd behavior out of him at this point and he was afraid his little Rabbit would flee... and that was not at all the goal here.
He offered her another quick smile as she declined the cushion but essentially offered him a comfier place to sit. "Thank you Rabbit, but I have spent more time on the ground than any proper sort of chair. I am almost afraid I don't know the proper use of them." Well, they had etiquette for everything else, why not chairs?
He blinked at her comment about Veritas and considered what he knew about the god for a moment. "I assume he must have reasons for the things he does but I find it does not benefit those lower in the pack to go poking too heavily into the alpha's reasons behind things...." he said slowly knowing that he was, in way, contradicting himself as he was the one who had started this vein of conversation by asking about the rooms. "And I seem to be finding that among humans, especially those with much power, this sentiment holds even more true. So, Veritas, as a power among powers, may do things simply because he wishes with no real reason, because, honestly, who would dare question him?" He stopped and blushed a little. He'd been rambling but once the thought had started, he had felt the need to finish it. Though, honestly given those gather here, some might question the god, he just doubted the god would care.
He looked up from the stitching Ella was working on that he had been staring at during his little speech and hoped the blush he could still feel staining his cheeks didn't show, "Sorry, I sometimes tend to think out loud. I have been told it is not one of my more endearing habits but it keeps popping up despite my best efforts."
ObnoxiouslyOrneryChild: Let me know if you need more... I know alot of this was internal. Sam's being difficult.
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Posted: Tue May 28, 2013 8:57 pm
  Don't look down, you might fall
Love made rookies of us all...
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Skylar had prowled the hallways until she found an out of use room devoid of any furnishings and far enough away from her 'fellows' that she was fairly certain of not being bothered. Her temper was scraped raw by forced constant with those she did not know and did not care to know and she needed some time to work off the aggression in a way that was not going to get any one into trouble.
She unbuckled her sword and laid it on the floor across from the door way flush with the wall where it would be in easy reach for her and not easily seen by someone upon first entering the room. Then she double checked the dagger tucked into her boot (she had decided it was best not to wander around unarmed here) before stepping away from the wall and starting a warm up exercise that soldiers at home often used before drill, moderated a bit to work on her speed and agility since brute strength was not going to get her anywhere against most opponents.
She had finished and was leaning against the doorway catching her breath when she heard a familiar clicking noise and looked up to see Liam striding in her direction. She brought one booted foot up and propped it on the door frame behind her and crossed her arms over her chest with an arch smile at his greeting.
"Minx, is it?" she asked curiously, tilting her head a bit. "I suppose that could be accurate in it's own way but then I might be tempted to name you lion." The man certainly had the attributes of one. He was aggressive and surly and while she didn't see much of lions fierce protection of both station and pride, she had feeling that even that would be present when he was in his natural habitat, the army of Envy.
She eyeballed the puddle trailing behind him and arched an eyebrow. "Just out of curiosity, just what were you doing outside in this mess?" Given the amount of water he was trailing, it was that or he had decided to shower in his attire and she doubted that was the case.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 1:25 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Dining Hall Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona sat with her hands folded in her lap, a smile placed upon her face as she listened to the chatter around her. She hadn’t had much to add herself, considering she was the outsider looking in. Though some of the chatter was turning dark in nature, someone she did not care for. There had been too many deaths within the castle already, and some were still too fresh in mind for her to even want to conceder there being more.
Maelona watched the General and his Knight, already making plans for the defense of the group. "I find it fortunate that we ladies find ourselves surrounded by such valiant men." She said catching the eye of the others, who seemed to be in the same boat that she found herself.
Maelona gave the Countess a nod in agreement. "Yes, I would be forced to agree." She said with a small pause. "Considering failure in most ends with death." Her face was grim, but she couldn’t help but think back, think to those who had not made it out of the contest alive. She swallowed hard past a lump in her throat, as she eyed the food laid before them. It was like soot to her now, unappetizing and useless.
Nikolai was the first to respond to Maelona’s comment about her brother, though she could already hardly remember saying it loudly at all. She gave him a nod, forcing a smile to her face. "Of course, Prince Nikolai." She said softly. "I will say then, as to not cause any fret." Though she doubted he, or any of them, would fret over her for long.
She agreed once more with the other ladies in the room, thankful she was not the only one who felt useless. Though even if they had their gifts, hers would do damage not only to those who attacked but those who were also her ally. That made her feel even worse.
General Kirios took it upon himself to send a guard to find her brother. "Thank you sir." She said kindly after the guard passed through the doors of the dining hall, closing them behind himself. She would simply have to wait with the others for word of her brother, or for him to even possibly join them.
Maelona’s head snapped back to the door, not more than a few moments after the guard departed. A muffled ‘Halt’ could be heard though the doors, followed by the sounds of a struggle. All went silent as Maelona stood. Something was not right.
THUMP.
The doors shook inward. Maelona could only guess that the guard had locked the door on his way to find her brother. Though who could be on the other side was anyone’s guess.
THUMP.
The heavy doors shook again, this time giving slightly, splintering some of the wood in the process. Maelona found herself backing away in the opposite direction, causing her chair to topple in the process. She said nothing, unable to find her voice.
THUMP.
The heavy doors gave way this time with the snap of wood echoing though the dining hall. Maelona’s hand was clasped over her mouth, holding in the scream that couldn’t escape even if she had wanted it to. The guard Kirios sent after her brother lay in the hall, feet from the door, in a pool of his own blood. Her heart was pounding in her ears as five men came into the room carrying blood stained weapons with them. It was all too real now, no longer a test, no longer speculation. They were under attack. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 12:21 pm
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Kitchen with Claus Revelle  Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light ((Permission to skip over Dante and move him)) Soren listened to Claus as he seemed to agree with them. She wasn’t sure if she should laugh or shake her head. After all, there was no denying the truth of what Claus said. There were royals who acted very spoiled, bratty even. There was a possibility that they would go up to Veritas and complain about such things. Though, she would wonder if they had half a brain to realize they would be complaining to a God of all people…A god that might have the power to turn them into an animal, or something else not so great. The image caused her to faintly smile and chuckle. Oh how she would love to see that!
Her brief amusement ended upon realizing Claus was still talking. She shook her head slightly. The knight could not tell if Claus was just very confident in himself, or egoistical. Not like it would bother her if she never knew the answer to that. Nether the less, Soren found her eyes widening just faintly at what Claus admitted to them. While she knew Veritas was a devious old man, she had no idea he was the type to threaten castration out of boredom! This would be one of the few times she was very glad to be a female and not a male…
When Claus looked at her and Dante, she tilted her head slightly. The way he looked at them was a bit…unnerving. Was he indirectly suggesting they help him out? If anything, she might make things worse! Dante on the other hand…she had no idea how he would affect the Jester’s performance. Luckily though, Claus looked to set his eyes on using a servant. She rubbed her temple just slightly at the exaggerated display and his odd idea. Maybe Veritas was into that. But to her, that was almost too sickening lovey dovey.
Though, when she realized where Claus was looking, she blinked and raised an eyebrow. “There isn’t-” Claus seemed to realize there were no servants before she could even finish her statement. At least he didn’t set his sights on using them. How Claus would go about finding the servants was unknown. However, it might be an amusing sight…The rant he went on though was not, and she found herself just focusing on her desire to eat and drink. At some point in the tirade though, a sort of strange thing happened.
Just like Claus, Soren did not realize it was storming outside. Let alone that the storm outside was malicious and full of ill intentions. Unlike Claus though, the knight would not notice right away her abilities were gone. One required for there to be ghosts around and the other required her guitar. Neither was around at the moment. That meant Soren raised an eyebrow when the mask fell, and what was once invisible was made visible once more, having no idea the storm had been the cause.
She didn’t catch a long enough of a glimpse of his face before Claus looked down. She wasn’t even sure how to feel about the appearance of the jester. Admittedly, Soren might not even recognize the face if she saw it again. But, why the man kept himself invisible, the knight wasn’t sure she would ever be able to understand. Not without having to bring herself to think like a jester, and Soren wasn’t so sure she would ever be able to think along the same lines as Claus.
What quite Soren off guard though was just how upset Claus sounded at being seen. Was he really that self-conscious? She frowned slightly and let her eyes look to the side of Claus. While she could be an a** and tell him she had already caught a glimpse of what was really under the mask, the knight didn’t feel Claus had done anything to deserve that….yet. “Not sure why you don’t want us to look…but, I suppose that really isn’t any of my concern.” It wasn’t like she wanted to know real badly. She just never understood why someone would hide themselves, let alone a jester that poked fun at everyone and himself.
“But, is this just another trick of yours? Seems odd you would actually sound so-” It was at that moment that Soren started to hear some commotion. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked towards the other end of the kitchen. She walked cautiously towards the door that led to the dining room, and opened it just a crack. The knight could not tell much from where she was. However, someone would have had to be deaf not to hear the large door in the dining hall give way, or blind not to see the blood thirsty looks on the intruder’s faces.
She quickly shut the door and moved away from it. “Seems we have uninvited guests…of the more malicious variety.” As she looked in Claus’s direction, Soren noticed she didn’t see Dante. Maybe Dante had heard the noise and moved as soon as it had occurred, or maybe he had left during Claus’s most recent rant. The knight didn’t know for sure. However, Dante might have been considered smart for that. But, Soren knew that while leaving and hiding would be smart…she would feel like an absolute coward if she didn’t face the new challenge head on.
“Do you know how to fight, or how to get to the armory? I can defend us if need be…But, I might need a better blade against these men.” She knew her limitations. She could probably handle two, maybe three. But, if all five came into the kitchen from the dining room, Soren knew her odds would not be in her favor. However, with some help, and maybe the right blade, she could increase her chances of survival…well…and Claus’ too she supposed. “Otherwise, I suggest we move away from here and find a better area to defend ourselves…for I don’t think kitchens are the best places to greet such rude guests.” Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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