|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 11:28 pm
Ishtar held the towel to her chest, watching as Serenice walked away to go off and eat something. She looked down at the floor and frowned, brows furrowing and turning her head around when she heard Cedric laugh. He walked over and sat down on one of her beds, sighing like some kind of a mother hen clucking happily over her eggs. 'Dreary old man.'
"Queen Gwenevere?" Lilith stiffened and scrunched her nose, slowly rising up from the floor and then trudging over to sit down beside him on the bed. She was still holding onto the towel and looking down at it, almost as if it would open up and somehow reveal the secret of the universe to her. "Tch! Never! I hate being called Gwenevere and you know it. You're the only person who manages to get away with it! I would go quite insane if everyone tried to call me Queen Gwenevere!" She'd heard what else he'd said but remained silent for the moment, the vicious habit of her nibbling on the inside of her mouth rearing its ugly head.
"Advisers? Ooh, how bothersome." Gwen squawked and buried her face into the towel she'd been given, taking a moment to peek out and see where Serenice was hiding herself. "Well, you're one- now- I order you to be." She let the towel fall down and turned to look over at him, almost glaring, just to inform him that he didn't have a choice about the matter. She couldn't think of a reason he'd say no, after all, his position in the Erion kingdom was to think wasn't it? "Ser Alirishyo." Honestly she wouldn't mind if he could just be it. She didn't trust anyone else very well. She had a good bet that Serenice would willingly take any blade for her, but that was only because the vampire had been trained that she had no other life aside from protecting her. Such sick loyalty was... disgusting? There were better words but they seemed to like to evade her while she was actually trying to think or talk, only to reappear later and allow her to bang her head against a window in a 'I wish I'd said that' way.
"I'll think of them later. But, maybe I'll get some awfully plain and boring. Like that Sir Nicholas. The most dreadfully boring-looking man I have ever come across, although his hair is incredibly amusing." Lilith looked off to the side, allowing the common courtesy of looking someone in the face to be throw out of one of her tall, shiny windows. "Cedric, as my adviser, I need you to do something for me. I... have to go do... something." She looked at the towel and wondered how in the world it was supposed to be folded. She didn't know, the maids had always done it for her. And so she set it down beside her instead, sliding off of the bed and turning to look at him. "Could you find a woman named Heather Ambersong? We... know each other, a little bit." 'Not that she knows I'm a godforsaken prin- queen, whatever.' That woman ought to have some sort of information, hopefully. Lilith stood up and turned to look at Cedric, tempted to do something incredibly stupid like hug him. She'd done it once or twice, she knew that- she'd begged him to stay with her on one occasion. Never again would she lower herself to such... stupidity. "Bring her up here, but just tell her that Valdis wants her. Not princess or queen, got it? She should be somewhere in the city. I have to go find something." Lilith nodded to him and then walked away, heading off into the wing that her main room was attached to. She walked, well aware that Serenice was behind her (NOT going to get scared again) and then turned to go into one of her libraries. She closed the door and strolled down the room, heading to the wall that was to the right and reaching up to grab a book. She pulled it out, opened it, and then pressed her thin fingers against a page so old that it was cracked and looked like it was going to shred at the seams. 'And here it is, the old legendary so called 'secret' of the Ovet family. Sitting idly in an old book that somehow has not been burned to a crisp.'
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:12 pm
Serenice looked at Cedric and his soft smile. She had always been wondering what was laying under this smile. What did Cedric mean when he was smiling like this to her? She answered his smiled by a nod, her facial expression unchanged. At least he was noticing her and acknowledging her, which was unique to Cedric and the Princess. Queen...she is Queen now... she thought, she would have to get used to it.
When Lilith picked up Cedric as an adviser, Serenice was not surprise. He had been by her side for so long...but not as long as me...and as usual, she is not asking ME.... The vampire internally sighed. There was a time when she dared giving advises, good or bad, and she was at least heard by Lilith...now she was like a living statue, following Gwen silently. When Cedric was sent in mission, Serenice wished she was not bound to the Queen and she could have gone, she could have brought back what Lilith needed and get some rewards, if only a smile...
When the Queen left the room, Serenice followed, looking everywhere without moving her head, only her eyes spying every corner. She entered the library behind Lilith and followed in the room, however when the Queen reached the right shelving the vampire stopped and disappeared in a dark corner. Despite her failure in that matter, she had always tried to give some freedom and independence to Gwen. She secretly looked at the Queen who was reading, she envied her hair, her presence, her femininity. She has the potential to be a great Queen... she thought.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 4:55 pm
Lilith set the book down on a long table and then wandered around, looking for another one. She had all of the books she'd managed to find in the libraries that were scattered throughout the castle, and she'd even gotten one from the previous king's private library. She grabbed three more books, set them down at the same table, and then had to walk to a corner of the room. She trailed her fingers across the spines of many books before she stopped and slowly pulled another book out. This one was cryptically old as well, no special cover or designs to signify that it was anything worth the slightest importance. Most of the pages were blank, in fact, save for only one. The book was important to her due to the fact that she'd found it once on one of her many misadventures through the hidden passageways of the castle. At that time, she'd been much younger and managed to stumble upon a route she realized that she hadn't been to before. She'd gotten incredibly lost- scared her half senseless, but her curiosity had managed to keep her from just dropping to her knees and burst out into tears. She'd walked and walked and walked but still hadn't found a door or any clue about where she was or where she should go next. And then she'd found a book- it'd been sitting so peacefully in the middle of the floor, but it had blended in so well with the dust that she'd actually tripped over it. How many years ago had that been...? Quite a few, to say at the least. She'd kept it mostly for the memories and oddity of that certain section of the old unused pathways of the castle. Up until recently she hadn't known that it'd had any other use aside from sitting and getting dust caught in just about every spot imaginable.
Lilith affectionately patted the book and then turned around, walking back over to the table while flipping very carefully through the easy-to-rip pages. Once she found the page that actually had something on it, she set it down gingerly and then began to go through the rest of the books. In about ten minutes she had them all opened, pages facing up, with a blank piece of paper, bottle of ink and a quill in front of her. She leaned over, looming above the books with a concentrated look on her face. Despite being rather picky and bratty, Lilith had always had a penchant for old stories and legends. All of the books were very old and she'd read them each countless times. Enough to know what page had what and what mistakes laid where. Whether it be a mistake in the writing or some smudge on the page, Lilith had narrowed them all down on some sneaking suspicion. With everything now in her memory she sat down, grabbing the feather and dipping it into the ink bottle. Scratching sounds now filled the room, a soft clicking accompanying it every so often when she had needed ink. Then it stopped and set dropped the quill into the ink bottle, blowing softly on the paper she'd drawn something onto. Then she held it up to the light, brown eyes narrowing as they locked onto the drawing. It was a symbol, of what she did not know. Twirling arms and a strange orb that sat in an odd spot relative to the rest of the drawing. Lilith had drawn this out many times before. She could already feel the pressure building up inside of her skull for yet another headache. Yes, she'd drawn it before and she knew that she knew it from somewhere. But where? The answer to that question eluded her. All of the books that she had used were so old, dating to who knew when, but all of them had a similarity: they were all about myths and stories of Erion. Particularly about dark magics. Princesses weren't supposed to know about such awful things, but perhaps Lilith took such an interest in it due to the fact that she wasn't supposed to be reading about it.
'But I do not know what all of this is supposed to mean!' Lilith sighed and set the paper down, rubbing her forehead and making a mental note that she would need to have her make-up redone later. 'Why does this symbol look so incredibly familiar to me? I know that I know it, it is like... I have known it for years. And yet I do not know what it is. Perhaps I am a fool to believe in such old stories. Maybe whoever authored these books decided to play a little trick that only people who read too much would notice.' {{I'm going to edit more in later, don't have time now. Bye!}}
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:44 am
Gaian Username: pyschopyroking
Character Name: Midalthorn Valcovin Setwin
Race: winged elf
Age: 35
Weapon(s): light crossbow, sword breaker and a chisakatana
Magic/Abilities: transmutation spells, Flight
Profession: mercenary
Appearance: He stands about 5' 2" tall with a set of wings stretching(when spread) 13 feet. His piercing blue eyes stare out from under the bangs of shock white hair. Each step causes the waist length braid to sway like a living snake. His clothes are of a light beige with a sheen of chainmail underneath. His pale, fragile looking skin glows a slight blue under direct sunlight, but ripples with muscle at the slightest movement. the chisakatana hangs in a sheath over his left shoulder balanced by the sword breaker on the right hip and the cross bow on the left hip. A small stack of metal flanges, held together with a pin, are on a clip on his belt. A small roll is wrapped around the sheath and represents most of his worldly possessions.
History: His clan was once part of Rivvil until the war cleaved their country from the map. Since that time they have been hiding in the ruins of their country, surviving off whatever they can. Among his generation resentment towards the way things are has began to bloom. As one of the more rebellious of his clan, he trained hard in the martial and magical arts. By the time he left his homeland none who crossed his path survived. Traveling into Erion and heard of the cowardly actions of the rulers' and subsequent deaths and saw an opportunity to make a name for himself. As he began to hire himself out as a mercenary who'd do anything except attack the truly helpless he saw ways his clans' survival depended on abandoning the ruins of Rivvil and joining with Erion.
Other: (Odd habits, extra information, ect.) His enjoys the occasional prank and often it involves his braid and a little transmutation. When tensions arise before battle, he pulls out a flute and begins twiddling light hearted tunes to bring the moral up and to give an air of relaxation about himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:28 am
(Because I should write something, even if its late and no-one's going to respond)
He was cold. Oh so very, very cold. Shivering, Nicholas the temporary knight looked around the hallway from the door he was meant to be guarding, squinting as he tried to peer through the full helm he was wearing.
"Honestly...who makes a farming man whose never fought before in his life a knight? How bloody desperate do you have to get...?"
Nicholas was just that, a farming man, born in a low class family and whose destiny was the inherit everything his father owned, who inherited it from his father who probably won everything in a nice game of checkers.
Gods he was tired, it was very late and he had been very tense over the past few days, with the talks of killing the princess and what not and now something about the princess being promoted to a queen and-
Bah, it mattered not to him who was ruling. Besides it was probably old news, something covered 5 posts ago.
Footstops, and Nicholas was forced away from his deluded talk and nodded to the man who bowed to him, who asked whether or not he could speak to the Princess- scratch that Queen.
Sheesh, he was even on first name terms with her. He couldn't really care less and answered with a "...I suppose you can, not like she'll let you in, you know how the Princess is..." A bugger, he meant Queen, QUEEN!
The man shook his head, sighed, made a response and opened to door. Oh well, whatever. He couldn't care less, his head drooping down now as he attempted to fight off the urge to sleep and...
zzz...
The change of guard was perplexed to see a living example of standing up and being asleep occurring right in front of him. Scratching his head, the poor man looked around confused as Nicholas slept on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 7:17 am
Midalthorn felt the wind current swirl upwards and he dipped his right wing and used the updraft to brake himself as he spiraled around it descending towards it source. Breaking through a bank of clouds he found himself over a large city. Flairing his blue tinged wings wide he hovered on the thermal and surveryed the city. Spotting various landmarks throughout the city he came to the conclusion this was the capitol city of Erion ((what the heck is its name??)). Descending slowly with his hand away form any weapons he watched the towers and roofs careful for any sign of archers with drawn bows.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:36 am
Serenice was in a dark corner of the library, not paying attention to what the Queen was doing. Something was disturbing her. She was no good into remembering names, but she always remembered faces. And the more she was thinking about it, the less she remembered having seen the face of one of the guards standing at the Queen's room. She tried to remember these brown hair and plain brown eyes. His face and expression did not look like a warrior but more like a commoner. He must be new... she thoughts...but she did not like the idea of having new guards guarding the Queen's room. Even if the army needed manpower they should put the most emeriti soldiers at the strategic points.
She clenched her fists and walked to the single window of the library. She let her gaze skim the sky above the castle and the city. Everything was peaceful until she noticed a winged shadow circling close to the castle. What it that?! As the form came closer she noticed that it was no bird but a humanoid form with wings. What does he want so close to the castle...? She could not let the Prin...Queen alone, but she had to inform someone. Without a word to Lilith, Serenice ran up the steps and opened the library door, calling for the guards. She knew that the Queen's room guards were the closest or maybe someone walking around would hear. In any case, she could not leave the Queen alone and she had to wait there, at the door.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:54 am
As he surveyed the city, he began casting an enhancement for his hearing, so he could pick out the safest place to descend into the city. Absently scanning the palace for any archers he noticed a female stare directly at him with a look of alarm from out of a window, then vanish quickly. Swearing he hurriedly finished his spell and focused it on the palace window. He heard muffled speech but one thing that was clear was that he had been spotted. Swearing to himself for being a fool and hovering in the open, he descended to a common roof and vanished down the alley next to it. you idiot, of course someone is going to see you if you hover in plain site. Sighing to himself he shook and folded his wings and walked out onto the main through fair and began looking for a tavern at which to get a drink and information about where he could ply his trade.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:26 am
While waiting for a guard to show up at her call, Serenice looked through the window outside of the library. From that point she could see both the door to the library and the sky above the castle and city. She saw the figure diving and disappearing from sight. She sighed. She hesitated into stopping calling the guards, however decided to send a patrol anyway.
The fact that he dived away when their eyes crossed, led her to believe that at best he was no friend of the castle and at worst he was an enemy of the Queen. She memorized the figure: deep blue eyes and white hair, with a body looking ridiculously tiny compared to his wings. Outside of that there wasn't much that the vampire had noticed. This is a start....
Still waiting for the guards, she looked at the city...What do you want, winged creature...?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 9:56 am
Finding a tavern, on the seedier end with a single sign outside hanging by one metal hook. He pulled a single gold piece, tossed it to the bar keeper, and sat down at a table in a smooth motion. "Your best ale please." The patrons looked at him wide eyed and few began fidgeting, like those who see potential vast sums of money. As the bar keep came over a handle of men stood up, pulled a variety of daggers, clubs and stakes from belts and jackets and advanced. Smirking he point at their chairs which promptly moved behind them, hit them in the knees then walked back to their tables. "I want no trouble, please mind your own drinks. The next round is on me." Pulling a small handful of golden coins from a belt pouch he handed them to the bar keep. "who's the best to talk to for information on mercenary business?" He deftly slipped 3 more gold pieces into the bar keeps apron, "5 more for the name and location of this person or persons."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:26 pm
Openly snoring now, Nicholas little happy time was tragically cut short, when he heard the call for guards.
"Oh what now..." he grumbled, ignoring the quizzical look of the guard who was meant to be taking over his job. "Should I go kiddo? Technically I am off duty now..."
The guard (who was older than Nicholas was, a strange concept I know) opened his mouth to reply before Nicholas cut him off with a wave of his hand.
"Oh why the hell not, its not like I'm going to get any sleep anyway, what with its strange and uncomfortable beds, the crappy food made with no love...no women...and...and"
The new guy patted Nicholas awkwardly on the back as he choked up.
"Come on new guy, let's go. Whoever is calling us won't be able to wait for ever."
Nicholas left, dragging the unwilling new guy along with him, leaving the queen's chambers unguarded, a fact that new guy brought up.
"Oh don't worry, there's some guy in there that's on first name basis with the queen, and he isn't dead yet, meaning the queen is on good terms with him or he could hold off the queen's personal body guard. Hopefully its the second one because if those 2 are there with the queen, she'll be find and-"
The rest of his conversation died off after he spotted the queen's guard standing at the library, looking out a window.
"Oh ******** style="font-size: 9px">
(I'm tired, so sue me)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 7:14 am
The vampire was still waiting, her eyes skimming the sky in case the creature fly back. Although she knew that having been discovered the winged man would now be hiding in the city.
As the guards arrived Serenice looked at them both. This new guard again... both are new... She wondered how many new faces would be in the royal guard. She took note that she should have a discussion with the Guard Chief regarding the choice of the guards.
"You took some time..." voiced the woman, her amber eyes moving from one guard to the other one. "I see that you are new..." she shrugged.
"What are your names? You will learn quickly than when the personal guard of the Prin...Queen is calling for the guards, you rush to her... Is that understood...?" The vampire was a tall woman and when she was angry, she could be scary. Although she was expected respect from the guards, she was also expected that they would be stronger than commoners.
She detached her gaze from the guards to look towards the window. "A winged man was flying minutes ago above the city and the castle. His eyes are blue and he is wearing short white hair. He disappeared above the East quarters of the city." she looked back at them. "I want you both to inform the Captain of the Guards and I want patrols to go in town and gather I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N... about this man. I did NOT say to capture him. UNDERSTOOD?!" She paused waiting for a sign of understanding. "You may go..."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 2:29 pm
{{Ah, sorry for not posting earlier or responding to any PM's. I've been traveling so I haven't really had any time....
Ah, Pyro, your profile isn't accepted. Too many powers and just... god... moddish.}}
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
