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 Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 10:48 pm
 Kingdom: Hubris
Rank: Servant
Location: Forest to Abbey with Sam Green
Staring into what little of his eyes she could make out in the dark, Ella had hoped Sam would take her back to the castle. But instead the Prince decided they should, indeed, check out whatever was burning. He did however offer to keep a close watch on her so that he could help her navigate the forest better. Sam apparently had better night vision than others. Perfect.
Nodding her head, Ella took a step closer to Sam. “That would be very much appreciated, Lord Sam. I am afraid I do not know my way around the forest at all.” Darkness and creepy forests really weren’t her thing. And the sooner they found what was on fire, the sooner she could go back inside.
As the two moved onward Ella had another fleeting thought about the man she was accompanying. He was a Green, a noble from her home of Fortitude. Perhaps he would listen to her story, maybe even get an audience with his father? The servant girl just wanted to know if her parents were alive, that’s all. She just wanted an answer…
While lost in her thoughts, Ella was only aware that they had reached the burning building when the smell of smoke filled her nostrils. Coughing quietly, she looked up to see that the abbey had burned to the ground. Eyes wide in shock, Ella searched the area as best she could with her eyes, looking for anyone that needed help or assistance. As her eyes adjusted to the smoke filled air, she noticed a cluster of people were around what appeared to be a young woman. A figure lay on the ground just beyond the remains of the building and a second body of figures, all male, was conversing just a little ways away from the first group.
Suddenly Ella gasped a squeak of a sound coming from her lips as she placed both her hands to her mouth. “King Reginald!” she breathed, recognizing the man from her home Kingdom of Fortitude at once. How strange it must have sounded for a servant from the Kingdom of Hubris to acknowledge another King, a King from a virtuous land, with such reverence and familiarity.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 12:51 pm
Alistair Greystone, a Knight of Justice
I arrive at the castle of insanity, waiting for what is to unfold. The trip into the realm of Veritas was rather interesting. Being from an dimensional intermingling the trip was something that he was used to. Being a unique being made him somewhat ideal for what was to be tasked of him. He served under the King of Justice, his duty was to come and help protect those that are apart of the nobility of his homeland. It was after all the least he could do. The King had always shown him kindness, even after he learned of his infernal origins. It is from there that he came to love the Royalty of his realm. The court on the other hand, he was not too fond of. And they not fond of him. Though some had accepted him, other members of the court had soon tried to belittle and mock him when out of the King's ear. He'd already been in fights with other members of the Court, something that they now would fear when he let loose his fire. It only took one use of his powers to make them silence their tongues around him. Only the really brave fools would come to try and fight him. He entered the realm, and set about on his journey to the castle. It was a sight to behold, walking about in a realm separate from the one he had come to know. Along the way he'd one delay: his hallucinations had come. Fortunately there was no one around, so he was able to put it at bay on his own. No one was injured either, which was fortunate. Now he had to find a way to alleviate himself of his twisted malady. It was an affliction that he had to deal with since his fire had first manifested. Though he once hoped for a day that he could enjoy himself without pain and insanity. Nightfall had managed to set over the realm as he made it. It took him a while, but he finally entered the castle. He got to the castle entrance, and he stepped into the new threshold. He held the architecture in great esteem. It was something to be admired, and appreciated. He had to give Veritas credit for being able to make a castle like this in a way that was pleasing to the eyes and functional as well. he stepped into the entrance, his hands placed on his two swords, his red eyes scanned the castle. He wasn't ready to lift a blade at anyone, but he was to be prepared for what was to come. He had no idea of who he might encounter, but he had some hope that this realm would be similar to the one he just came from. The less complicated it was here, the better.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 12:21 am
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Alphonse Athanase
Avarician Duke
Location - Castle Grounds/The Gardens
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Alphonse currently sat on a horse riding it to the castle of the god Veritas. The pure black stallion moving quickly as they neared the castle. The journey had been a long one and for most of it Alphonse had stuck to a steady pace so as to not run the horse to death. It had already been at least a two day journey and at his insistence he was making it alone. He had of course had the option of an armed escort, but the whole thing was undesirable. His trusty sword and own magical talents was all he needed to ensure the journey was a safe one. Not to mention he could travel faster if by himself. The Athanase family blade was currently the length of a dagger and concealed on his person for when it needed to be used. Slowing down as the castle moved within sight Alphonse leaned nearer to the horse patting it lightly and petting it slowly.
"Good boy Athos, I'll make sure you get a rather large apple as a reward. Sound good?" Speaking in an amused tone the man listened as the horse whinnied in return. Smiling in response that seemed settled for the moment. Slowing down to a trot the man could see smoke rising up from the castle and his eyes widened slightly. Was it under attack? What of his charge the lady Dominique? It was his understanding that she had another protector so he figured she was alright for the moment. Still concern crossed his visage. 'Stop being pathetic boy.' Features melting into a glare Alphonse did his best to ignore the demon's nigh insufferable utterings. Sometimes it was harder to ignore than others.
Sharing a body with a demon was never fun. He had heard it was harder than being a half demon or full demon actually. A body was not meant to share two souls. His brief death was proof of that. Bidding Athos to move forward they arrived at the front gate and Alphonse dismounted still holding onto the reigns. "Hold Athos, it seems the castle could be under attack. Find the stables and I will bring you your treat there a little later. At first sign of danger I want you to run away." The intelligent horse neighed in response and slowly walked off. Watching Athos walk off for a moment, Alphonse pulled out the dagger and held it at his side, ready to defend himself if necessary. Walking around the castle to find a new entrance his eyes continually darted around keeping an eye on his surroundings.
Exploring the castle grounds quietly he eventually happened upon the gardens where a familiar face greeted him. Where she not dressed like a handmaiden he would have swore it was Dominique herself. Clearly it was one of her vassals. Walking over to the woman and sheathing the dagger he looked upon the face of the Dominique look alike and cleared his throat before he stopped. Wait was that... Aimée? "Aimée? Is that you?" A smile crossed his visage as he stared back at the woman. They had met on several occasions when they were both younger and had quite the adventures at times. It was nice to see an old friend. "Do you know where the princess is? Her father asked me to help watch over her and considering that..." Pointing to the smoke and fire in the distance her continued. "...I figured at the very least I should know where she is. Hopefully we will have time to catch up."
After speaking Alphonse smiled at the woman still ever vigilante of his surroundings. If the castle was under attack there was no telling when an assassin might appear out of the shadows. "I suppose it wouldn't be completely inappropriate to ask how you have been all these years since I last say you." It had been before this whole bonding business had happened at the very least.
(I feel like there was something else I am missing, but I have no clue what it was. I guess tiredness will do that.) 
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 12:03 am
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ - ζ ɐ ȵ ϛ ΐ ȵ ɠ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: The hall. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona gave a slight nod, though it had almost felt like the Knight was talking down to her about not knowing how to cook. The banshee shoved the thoughts aside, telling herself that the read head had not meant it in that light. After all, who really expected a princess to know how to cook? It was not something that Maelona was proud to admit, but she had lived a cushy life, having most things done for her. This was not by her own choice, but the result of the life she had been adopted into. Of course she wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to learn. "I think I would enjoy the chance to observe." Maelona said softly.
Maelona shook her head with the next question. She had nothing in mind, and knew nothing about any dishes other than those she enjoyed in the kingdom of Patience. It would be awkward to request that someone make something that they probably knew nothing about. "As I said before, I will leave that choice up to you." What was the worst that could happen? If Maelona did not like what was prepared, she simply would not eat it. Perhaps it was rude, but it was something that happened.
Maelona had caught the look upon Soren’s face. It was an almost questioning look, but about what she was unsure. The dark haired woman had heard only a fait something, but had dismissed it as a portion of the conversation being held by the other group in the kitchen. Little did she know, someone had been trying to reach out to those in the castle for help. Perhaps it was the fact that Maelona had not previously spoken with the Lustian princess that she had not gotten the message.
Two of those from the other group seemed to have heard something though, something that had caused them to rush off, not before of course names had been mentioned. "Sokar?" Maelona questioned as her eyes set upon the man that was left. That had been the name of the gardener, but of course the gardener had been mostly wolf. "The grounds keeper?" She added, looking for some sort of connection. Certainly there couldn’t be two Sokar’s here.
Maelona’s eyes went back to Soren as she began to talk to the man who she thought to be the once wolf like man. The banshee couldn’t help but think it was somewhat rude to ask about the business of those who had left the room in such a hurry. After all, if this concerned them, they would have been informed. She did not say anything further, though she wore an apologetic look upon her face as she looked to Sokar. •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: Sun May 06, 2012 11:31 am
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In the garden, then a gallery || Wearing This Dress || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Madelyne smiled softly when Stefan accepted her invitation. Though he still seemed intimated by Naedira and herself, perhaps he thought it an opportune moment to get better acquainted with the Envian prince. It was clear by Altonair's statement that a Wrathian heir was okay by him. If not that reason, however, his next comment made it clear the two princesses were easy on the eyes. Madelyne flushed lightly, surprised at the sudden compliment. It sounded a bit odd as well... He said that merely to gain the approval of the women, but Madelyne doubted he really cared otherwise. Either way, he was, after such an encounter, surely wanting to overcome his previous startled behavior and make sure the three had a better opinion of him.
It was then that Naedira went to Altonair. The Envian prince seemed mildly astonished at the unexpected contact, but Madelyne was glad to see Naedira take comfort an her betrothed's side. She could tell that her sister would continue to hold that heavy sorrow upon her shoulders. Grief would linger until Naedira had the strength to overcome it. Madelyne herself only felt scarred by the gruesome murders. Having not known the two royals herself, the princess didn't hold one fourth of her sister's pain, which only made watching Naedira all the more saddening.
It was then that a scent wafted through the air. Burning wood. Madelyne turned in the same direction Naedira did, and she could clearly see what building had been set aflame. The temple. Anguish rushed through her veins. What kind of being could do such a thing? She wondered, her eyes watering. She took a deep breath, forcing back the tears. Now was not the time to cry.
Altonair's voice broke her thoughts, warning Stefan and herself of the fire. She turned toward him and saw how Naedira clung to his side. This event was clearly breaking her. Madelyne's heart went to her dear sister. This day has been so overwhelming for her... And now this! How cruel fate has been...
Madelyne followed close behind Altonair as he lead Naedira away from the gardens. As she hurried behind them, she was glad to sense Stefan's presence nearby her. Though the offer to stay with them remained, Madelyne hadn't been sure he would actually do so. Had he not felt awkward around them? Surely he could have gone his own way if he desired... Madelyne didn't necessarily wish for his absence. She only wanted him to be comfortable in their company. But, she supposed, the sudden event startled him as well, he may have been in want of companions.
As Altonair turned toward an ornate door, Madelyne filed in behind him and her sister. Stefan was right behind her, though he paused at the doorway and glanced at the direction they had come from. Madelyne glanced at him for a moment, curious, before he turned, entered the room, and closed the door. She then felt his eyes upon her. Flushing, the princess looked away and observed the room they were using as a safe haven. It was a gallery, filled with beautiful works of art, as well as a couple instruments and some furniture. Madelyne could only think of how she wished she had known of this place earlier. It was absolutely breathtaking...
Madelyne then went to her sister and gently touched her cheek. "Are you well, Naedira?" She asked quietly. It seemed that her concern was never ending when it came to her sibling. Even worse was not knowing how to end Naedira's sorrow. But then, she too was grieving. The temple must be nothing but ashes now... And the trees surrounding must have been too close, for Madelyne could hear them screaming as they suffered from the burns... Was there nothing she could do? Was she to just stay locked inside this room, safe, while her beloved trees and earth were scorched by a flame caused by an inhumane being?... It seemed so.
{o.c.c. ~ }
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 2:45 pm
 Rank: Prince, second in line to the throne. . . Location: Private quarters, Gallery
A man who would stop at nothing to acquire what he wanted; they'd need it for the war against Envy, lest they grovel to the likes of Nathaniel Wood. To do so, would be comparable to dying a thousand deaths, because the patient prince would never allow his men to fall to their knees, paying fief to such scum.
Nay. The Envians needed desperately to be put into their place, locked within their own borders so that Patience could prosper. Thantos wasn't prepared for that, hadn't been groomed to be the likes of a court jester – much less the king of a dynasty. That much had been made obvious by the boy's squirrel-like behavior, how twitchy he'd been. A stuttering mess, sorry excuse of a man. Just how he was comprised of the same stock as the rest of the Patiente royal family, was beyond his comprehension, considering how weak minded his so-called brother remained.
Patience. Dafydd coaxed his ire with the gentle reminder that one day, all that he desired would be his. He'd waited this long, a few more months would not render him hopeless. Bide his time, assume the role of a supportive brother... Veil every soul's eyes to his darker nature. Each step would take planning, a careful guard on those who would watch his back. As he heard the scuffling steps of the servants in the distance, the man molded his expression into one that appeared far closer to pleasant, and pressed the ale to his lips. Soon, brother... He'd be watching him draw his last breaths, pronouncing him King... his destiny.
“Your Grace,” The maid started behind him, already deep in a curtsy be the time he turned to face her. “Much is amiss about the castle. Several have claimed that the assassins have made it to this great plane.” Her eyes remained at the floor, too aware of her worthlessness in comparison to the prince to attempt to stare at his countenance so plainly.
That, more than the rise of her chest in the constraints of her bodice snared his attention, and he placed the half empty glass upon the table before coming to his feet. “Are you sure?” Dafydd asked rather brusquely as he took a second look about the room. One couldn't be too careful... if the assassins were here, if they'd infiltrated the safe haven... he wouldn't leave it to trust that they'd not yet found him, that one wasn't lurking in the shadows, awaiting the perfect time to strike. Leaving his hand to hang near the hilt of his sword, he motioned for the lady in waiting to follow him.
“We shall just have to watch our backs far more closely, lady.” And secretly hope that Eoghan would be one of those who perished by the piercing of the heart. But the fates would never err in making Dafydd's quest so easy, not when he'd promise his soul to any taker that could secure his place upon the throne. “And find a safe passage outside, where we might band together with our remaining allies and fight the creed off.”
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Fingers wrapped about the handle of his sword, angled so that it'd be a quick draw should he have to fend off a rogue. Kill or be killed... He'd heard the command many times prior, enough that it'd been instilled upon him. Sewn into his grain. “This way lady.”
They stalked through the castle, making swift strides to find themselves outside in the gardens. Shifting forms into that of his sphinx, Dafydd took to flight, landing easily in a tree near the abbey, where the foul stench of smoke flooded his lungs. It was enough that it watered his eyes, blurring his vision so that he couldn't properly observe the world from a bird's eye, and he was soon off to find a better perch.
Keeping an eye on the ground below, the prince spotted his betrothed with a cluster of other people, but did little to move his position from the air. Here, was safe, where he could note the movement through the trees, be it something as small as a rabbit, or as large as a man with a grudge, bent on slaying those who would spell the kingdoms' future.
It'd be better if they found the creed, so that they might turn the tables... Slaughter those who dared defy the monarchs who'd been born of their privilege. As he landed, Dafydd's human form took over, and he stalked back into the castle, blue eyes peering in every shadow, prepared for a sword fight that might ensue...
But he found no one who would act of malice against his soul. Instead, he happened upon a gallery where a pair of women from Humility were close to a man of Envy. Out of necessity, the sphinx shifter swallowed the growl building in his chest. Naught would come of fighting a prince of his enemy when they'd need to reserve their strength for those who it was more pertinent to kill.
Like his all consuming cause, removing a Wood from the family tree would have to wait.
A false smile touched his lips, but with the twinkling of his eyes no one here would be able to notice the difference. “Good Eve to the whole lot of you,” Dafydd greeted pleasantly, bowing slightly to the girls, ready to catch their hand should they believe he should kiss it in greeting. “A lot of time has transpired since I held company with any of my own allies. ” It was then that he pretended only now did he see the distraught expression Naedira held. “What is amiss, dear lady? Certainly I will do what I can to provide you aid.” Stealing a glance at the younger sister, his lips pulled back into a broader smile, playing the part of a gentleman in court well. ”You too, princess seem a little worse for wear. How might I be of assistance to lift your spirits?”
What could he do, that neither of the men with the women could not?
It was only after he'd adorned the women with some of his attention that the prince greeted the men. But because he was still awaiting the answers from the two from Humility, Dafydd remained quiet, allowing them the opportunity to be the first to speak.
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 3:09 pm
  Necromancer of JusticeLocation: Hallways " I believe it is your talents in your art that will continue your legacy, kind jester. But certainly, recognition such as ours can't hurt," she responded in an amused tone as Claus thanked them for their appreciation of his show. He fanned himself with his own hand, ever the entertainer, and she found herself unable to do much else other than smile in his presence. Laughter was indeed infectious. The architect, Elliott was quick to continue the praise she offered the jester, the necromancer managing a smile as he complimented the man, one artist to another. Inwardly, she remarked that she probably could not have encountered better company upon her arrival to the castle. A disturbance on the magical plain seemed to not go unheeded by the clever jester, Livia feeling the tug of it as well, though diminished in proportion to her physical exhaustion from her journey. Rest would be a welcome visitor that night. Claus raised a hand towards herself and Elliott, announcing that he had news of imminent danger. The tone of his voice seemed contrary to the words being spoken, her expression stoic as she glanced around the hallway. They were vulnerable - that was never a good sign when a god's defenses are overpowered by some unseen force. And here she was, unable to summon forth the power needed without jeopardizing her ability to protect those she had come here to protect. " Now, jester, I'm sure you are more courageous than that," she spoke in a soft voice, thick brown hair moving over her bare shoulders as she attempted to see out the window and onto the castle grounds. If ever she needed to find the heirs of justice and ensure their safety, it was now, with the threat of danger lurking out in the darkness. The jester, whether intending to lighten the mood or not, remained calm as he delivered the news, more giddy than anything, while the architect from Fortitude instantly displayed concern and a forceful desire not to hide her their companion's suggestions. " The Amazons do not hide from danger when it breathes down our neck. If Clause could show us to the armory, perhaps we could find our respective royals together, Sir, as was our original intent when setting out on this little stroll." Golden eyes swept between the two men, gaze never wavering despite the presence of death seeming to circle this castle. Elliott was right about one thing - they needed to protect their royalty from whatever dangers lie ahead.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 9:24 am
  XXXXXXXClouds will rage on...Storms will race in.
XXXXXXXBut you will be safe...in my arms.
XXXXXXXRain will pour down...Waves crash around.
XXXXXXXBut you will be safe...In my arms.
XXXXXXXStorybooks...Full of fairytales..
XXXXXXXOf Kings and Queens...
XXXXXXX...And the bluest skies...
XXXXXXXMy heart is torn...
XXXXXXXJust in knowing...
XXXXXXXYou'll someday see; Truth from lies.
XXXXXXXCastles may crumble...
XXXXXXXDreams; May not come true.
XXXXXXXYou are never all alone.
XXXXXXXBecause I will always...
XXXXXXXAlways love you.Kingdom of: Humility, First Princess
Location: Gallery
Quote: "To be humble to superiors is duty, to equals courtesy, to inferiors nobleness..." It was in Naedira’s nature to be concerned for others. Whether their Kingdom was Virtuous or Sinful—It mattered not. She’d long ago come to realize that the wars that raged were not necessarily ‘her’ battles, and that decorum demanded she see carefully past politics. As such, her hazel eyes remained on the Wrathian prince—Though she kept her distance after the initial contact out of respect.
It was hard to go through the motions, and pretend like she hadn’t seen the deaths of two people that were dear to her. She found a subtle dishonesty in her dry eyes as her heart beat hollowly in her chest… The thought sickening to her. It took every piece of self control she had, not to weep at any memory of Dorian and Lucien…No matter how fragmented or fleeting. Sobbing women often made men uncomfortable. She wouldn’t dream imposing that on either her betrothed, or Prince Stefan.
She was gladdened that her little sister remembered her manners in inviting the Wrathian to accompany them… With everything that weighed her down so heavily, she hadn’t the presence of mind to do so. Her saddened eyes flickered respectfully to Stefan when he complimented her sister, and herself—Chin inclining slightly, ever humble as her House demanded…Such things simply rolled off of the elder princess, like water falling downstream. “You are too kind, your Grace.”
Her steps towards Altonair weren’t exactly difficult…But the physical contact was new. She owed him, for watching out for her sister while she fell apart. Owed him for not scorning her, whilst making a fool of herself at dinner…He deserved her gratitude, and faith. Her head to his arm for a scant moment allowed her to speak softly, and still be heard. The Wrathian would have nothing to fear, of the two breaching any sort of propriety…Shield Maiden’s were always pure. The daughters of the King of Humility, were always pure.
Nothing would change that, until a union forever bound her to her betrothed. No matter how handsome or kind he seemed to be.
“This is…The longest day I can remember. I truly wish it would end. I may have every right to feel…But not all would be so understanding. I mean not to cause you any embarrassment.”, she murmured back, her tone even…But clearly, something was simply not right with the half-fey. She did catch that the day had been difficult for Altonair…But she wasn’t sure if she understood the context.
Glancing up towards him, careful eyes searched his—Knowing of reservations he may have. Remaining silent, her gentle grasp to his arm tightened reassuringly for a moment…They could discuss these things later.
Her fragile calm was broken by the flames that leapt into the air…By the scent of burning wood. She did not weep…But she froze, her body trembling against her will in Altonair’s grasp. Was it the assassin from Avarice that had sought her out with such blackness on his mind….Was he sending a message? Naedira would have liked to stand tall and strong, given her station…But enough was enough. She could take no more…She could not watch the very symbol of her faith burn to the ground.
The woman remained silent as Altonair ushered them along, only raising her head once—And it was only to be sure that her sister followed. She was already starting to panic, not knowing where Ryan was…Where her Father was…She hadn’t the strength to use her magic to contact them. After fruitlessly trying to save Lucien…She had nothing left. The smallest spell would easily render her unconscious—And then she would be nothing but a burden on those around her.
More, than she already was.
In her silence, she took no note of where they were… Her voice lost to her.
Feeling a hand to her cheek, she looked up—Seemingly startled, she softened as her eyes focused on her sister. Her countenance remained broken, and miserable…It took several moments, several long moments for her to respond. “No, little love.”
“I am not.”, she finished, breathing out a deep sigh… Slowly, she seemed to reassemble her strength, becoming the stalwart defender that she’d been in the Catacombs. As she’d told Altonair before…She was a Shield, not a Sword…It provided her what she needed to come back to life.
Releasing Altonair slowly, gratefully, she wrapped her arms around her sister, fairly crushing her to her for a moment. She didn’t care if either royal in the room were offended by her…But she did care, that her sister knew how thankful she was for her concern. She was gladdened, not for the first time that Madelyne was there…Alive, and well. Not gone…Not lost to her forever. “But I will be. We will be.”
Concern fell into her gaze, knowing the state of things couldn’t be easy for Madelyne either…It went without saying, that this night would be one she would never forget.
Another door to the gallery suddenly opened, and in stepped a man—Her form tensed…At first, thinking that it was the Avarician assassin that had threatened her. Only to notice he was too tall…Dressed in finery that a servant of the crown would not necessarily wear. Naedira did not raise her hand for a kiss…It was not their custom. She abided it only when necessary, unused to most males other than her family. Instead she gently released Madelyne to give a polite curtsey, though her eyes did not touch the floor. “…Allies can be hard to come by in these times…”
The man questioned her directly, and she found herself touched by his concern… But what could be done? What could any of them do? Rising from her respectful position, she let the starlit fabric of her skirts fall back to the floor. His countenance was known to her… But in a way of a dream or a memory. Keen eyes swept over him, his kindness soothing what would have otherwise been a far more apprehensive stare. “Though I cannot say this eve is good…There has been far too much senseless death to call it such.”
Naedira did not realize the man was of Patience, right away. He seemed incredibly familiar, the more she looked at him...The blue of his eyes, the strong cut of his jaw...He reminded her of a King. It took her time...But she slowly started putting the pieces of his identity together. Her hand went back to rest on Altonair's arm, hoping to keep him calm. She had only mentioned Patience to Altonair once…And only once. His reaction ensured that she would not do so again. Technically, they were allied with Humility, being a White Kingdom. But then again…So was Justice, and they were not at all on good terms.
“Forgive us, my Lord—I’m afraid little can be done to lift our spirits…But we are lacking information. Have you any news, of what caused the fire at the...At the abbey?”
Naedira was unaware that the castle was filled with assassins—And that the body count for the evening was still rising. The small woman remained polite, easily as gentle as she had been upon meeting the Wrathian prince. Perhaps it was innocent, but it was simply her way.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 1:06 pm
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Veritas Kingdom - Quarters - Back to the Gardens
Ɍӓηҟ: Heiress (Currently Disguised as a Hand Maiden) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  Dominique stared into the tranquil waters, brilliant aquamarine eyes standing out against her white painted face. Her handmaidens all wore a distinctive pressed powder and stark colorings that made their true features indiscernible. Out of their robes and gowns, they looked eerily similar to her. Even the most well trained eye would be hard pressed to spot the differences. She sighed, as she raised the silk of her sleeve to hide her face from the smoke that passed by… It seemed that someone was already putting the fire out. But it was too late…The abbey would be nothing but ash.
Alexandria hadn’t miraculously come back to the surface. The rocks that Domini had used to sink her lifeless body would have been hard for anyone to escape. But miracles did happen, and the little witch had been angelic, or so she’d heard… She couldn’t take that chance. The entire mess needed wiped clean from the slate. Today was not the day to make her look like a fool… And when this poor, innocent child of Fortitude remained permanently missing from court… Fandral would learn his place.
Were she a more cruel royal…She would have killed him too.
But some part of her cared about him. The part of her that remembered trying to chase him from his studies when they were children… It wasn’t so cut and dry. It wasn’t so easy.
But Alexandria… Poor Alexandria, had never had the slightest chance.
Footsteps broke the silence, and she tensed…Not knowing who it was. Hearing a dagger slide back its sheathe, she relaxed momentarily. Was it Fandral, come to scold her for slipping off in the dark of night? He would win points with her parents for trying to keep her safe… But she was in no mood to have her ears boxed for a second time that night. Turning slowly, she was surprised to see not Fandral, but Alphonse Athanase. The wind blew, carrying an off sulphuric scent towards her… It reminded her of the Cambion, but different. Not as unbearable.
Her eyes widened briefly…Alphonse was a demon?
Hearing him call her by Aimée, she bowed respectfully, remembering that she had taken the guise of one of her servants. She hadn’t expected anyone to know her by that name here. “Greetings, Lord Alphonse…It is I.”
“I had not thought to see you here.”, she responded gently, her voice no louder than that of a mouse. She was the fifth hand maiden, the sickly hand maiden, that often stayed in her quarters…No one questioned as to why Dominique would keep a hand maiden that couldn’t always perform in the wings—They all assumed that she must have some value to the heiress. Her eyes remained on his boots…They had met before, several times. Though not always as Dominique. Just like the rest of the world, he seemed fooled by her guise.
It didn’t stop her from being annoyed, with being forced to be subservient. But if she wanted to retain her anonymity…It was necessary.
“Her Grace is resting my Lord, in her quarters. I can take you to her, should you require.”, she spoke lightly, maintaining the perfect grace and poise that all of the hand maidens possessed. Dominique wanted to ask him why…How, and when, he had become a demon. It was against their every creed to make a deal with one of these creatures. But as Aimée…She might not know what he had become. "Though I must warn you... I doubt her Marshal would so easily allow you an audience with the Grand Duchess."
Aimée was a friend…She couldn’t question him. But it would be well within Dominique’s right. She’d heard rumors… But Alphonse was a good man, from a good family. She hadn’t thought to truly believe the gossip. “Not at all, inappropriate..”
“I’ve been a little under the weather…But that is no different than when we met last.”, she offered gently, stepping away from the lake…Shifting backwards easily enough that it seemed like she might have floated. Some might have wondered what she was doing outside alone… But Alphonse would know that Aimée enjoyed the night. That the sun, sometimes hurt her eyes. “And you, my Lord? How was your journey?”
“I wish I could offer you a warmer welcome… But with the fire…I’m afraid something is amiss. It would be wise, to keep our distance.”
 
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 1:53 pm
 I want to live xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI want to run through the jungle Location: Forest
Thoughts: Well, that's interesting. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxThe wind in my hair and the sand at my feet xxxxxxxxxxxx≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Sam had to stifle a triumphant grin as Ella agreed to come with him to investigate the acrid stench in the air. He really did enjoy the girl's company, which was odd for him since he'd developed a dislike for most humans several years ago. So he was more than willing to take any excuse he could to spend a little more time around her and see what was behind the shy exterior.
Sam inclined his head when she spoke. "Well, I have spent quite a bit of time out here since arriving so I have a fair sense of how to get around out here." he responded after a moment of contemplating. It wasn't exactly a lie. He had actually spent almost all his time out here and as long as he paid attention, he could get around plenty easily.
When they arrived, Sam pulled up short of actually approaching either group, deciding to try and assess the situation as much as possible first. And what a situation it was. Three girls seemed to be the center of one group and the other appeared to be all men. His eyes skipped quickly to the smoldering abbey before jumping back to the first group and its new focal point.
Sam groaned and lifted one hand to run it over his face, trying to untangle the knot emotions suddenly rearing their ugly heads. His father and one of his older brothers. And judging by the expressions on the faces of those gathered around, the news wasn't good.
He knew he should approach and find out what was happening but Sam couldn't seem to make his feet move. He hadn't lived with his family for so long he didn't really remember much of them. But still, they were family and that should count for something, shouldn't it? He shook his head and let his gaze skitter to the side as he continued to wage an internal battle.
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I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myselfxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFeelings and emotions better left up on the shelf Animals and children tell the truth; they never lie Which one is more human?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxThere’s a thought now you decide
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 2:57 pm
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Alphonse Athanase
Avarician Duke
Location - The Gardens
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Alphonse was pleased to see the handmaiden thinking it a sign of good fortune to meet a friend so quickly. Maybe the castle wouldn't prove to be completely horrible. Hearing her quiet and meek voice brought a wave of memories to him and he nodded in agreement. "Nor had I thought to see you in such a place." Taking a look around the garden Alphonse turned back to his old friend and remembering his manners bowed to her. "Greetings Aimée, forgive my lack of propriety it has been a long journey and I hadn't thought to find an old friend in this manner. And please there is no need to be so formal with me in private. We are friends are we not? Though I suppose considering where we are that is your call. We are alone for the moment, but that could change. And I would loathe to do our lady's position any harm by appearing too friendly with her handmaiden."
Giving the woman the option at the very least, Alphonse listened as Aimée spoke yet again about Dominique's location. Thinking on the next course of action, finding Dominique seemed to be the natural thing to do and the best thing. At the mention of the heiress' marshal not granting him an audience so easily he released a quiet sigh. "She is with her Marshal then? That is good." She would be protected well with the man, of that Alphonse had little doubt. He wouldn't be her marshal by not being vigilant and protecting her well. No doubt she also had multiple guards with her. "What do you think Aimée? You know her situation better than I, is she well protected? If you think me uneeded for the moment I would prefer to remain here and catch up a little longer."
Posing the question Alphonse let his gaze travel to the lake turning towards it in full and closing his eyes taking in a deep breath. He was pleased as the woman agreed it wouldn't be inappropriate to ask how she had been. The lady answered him not long after and he nodded in understanding. "I see, were I able do something for you milady, I would. Healing is not my specialty however." It really did make him sad to hear the woman was still so under the weather. His magic was not suited for healing unfortunately.
At the very least it was nice to see she still enjoyed the night as much as she used to. It was nice that some things didn't change. "I see some things don't change. You still have a habit of taking nighttime strolls." Alphonse enjoyed the night as well on occasion. He didn't dislike the sun either. The moon just seemed more beautiful. As the lady asked how his journey was and mentioned a warmer welcome Alphonse smiled briefly. "It's quite alright Aimée. Your hesitance about the fire is understandable. Truly I wonder if something is wrong myself. Fire's usually don't just happen. As for my journey it was long and... quiet I suppose. I made it alone. And with no one around to provide intelligent conversation, it was a lonely one at times. This realm is, different." It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was different from what he was used to.
Thinking on Aimée's sickly nature he posed his next question. "Would you prefer to head back inside? This isn't too cold for you or anything is it?" Alphonse could hear Bale in his head mocking him for finding a friend in such a 'pathetic excuse for a woman', but as usual the avarician duke ignored him. While they had found a way to co-exist, it certainly wasn't easy at times.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 7:11 pm
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Hallways, then Armory ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Elliot and Livia
....Boys and Girls  To call Claus a coward would be an acceptable insult. After all, the jester's duty is to entertain, not fight others. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of doing so: in fact, he is very much capable of harming and/or killing. An ageless life of wandering and mad delusions can lead one down many dark paths.
His reasons for seeking shelter were not for him, but for his two new friends. Livia had attempted to coax him into protection (Or was that a compliment maybe?) by softly suggesting that he was more courageous. "Ah, but you see my lovely turtledove, a fool is never without courage. It is a trait of one! But can you blame a fool for caging his turtledove to safety?" he replied to her nonchalantly, not turning around to address her as he continued his strut. A necromancer might have a chance to stand her ground, but an architect could do no more than erect a building and have it collapse onto an opponent daft enough to stand still for that long. One would have to be incredibly brave to face possible opposition, or be just as much of a fool as Claus was.
You could color Claus a multitude of surprised hues when the architect Elliot spoke up and refused his previous suggestion to hide. "Oh?" he questioned aloud, turning on his heel and facing the architect. He continued to surprise the jester by not only stating his desire to protect the Fortitude Family, but he even asked for the armory as well! Such valor! Such character! And here I thought he would resort to tossing bricks at his opponents.
Livia too joined into this sense of bravery, still seeking out the Justice royals like she originally intended to. And it was at the moment that Claus accomplished the task of falling even more for Livia, as her character was truly shining as bright as her beauty. Oh, how enchanting the dark arts can be! he thought with a metaphorical swell of his heart, truly surprised that both of his new friends wished to fight rather than hide.
"Inspiring! Truly inspiring! You both are either giving me a run for my title of royal jester, or you character is genuine and commendable!" he boasted to them, clapping his hands in jolly merriment. "Very well then! You've not only earned more time basking my presence, but also the choice of your very of weapons for personal defense!" he said to them, pulling off his left white glove. While his hand underneath was still invisible (and seemingly nonexistent), Claus dove his hand into his sleeve and pulled out a white crook from seemingly out of nowhere.
He tapped it on the floor to confirm that it was, in fact, quite real, before pointing it down the hall. "And what luck you two have! Our nearest armory is just down this hall! Strut with me!" he said to them, continuing his strut down the hallway while bobbing his head to an unknown rhythm and twirling his cane.
The oak door to the armory wasn't that special, except for the ornate sign that read 'Armory' on the frame. "Now, you must be careful in there. The weapons are in quite dangerous condition." the jester warned his two companions, before kicking the door open loudly without a hint of finesse. "You'd think an armory's door would be designed better!"
Inside the room where shelves and stand containing many military standard swords, shields, spears, maces, and even arrows. Armory rooms like these were scattered all about the castle for the guards to find should they need to replace a weapon or find better armor. Claus occasionally used these rooms to give him 'props' for his acts.
Inside the room, he picked up a dagger and balanced it on his gloved finger by it's point. "You know, I once made some of our staff think that I pretended to swallow the blade of a dagger." he confusingly stated, placing the dagger on the nose of his mask and balancing it again.
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 3:41 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Arch Duchess of Wrath ✩ Location: Hallways || Gallery ✩ I Guess the World Kept Turning…  Corrine could only smile when her kin gave permission for Kirios to escort her to their celebration, to be followed by her cousins once Mishka were more properly clothed. They were quick to not-so-subtly give their approval of the two being along together, the Arch Duchess giving Lincoln a safe wink as her companion agreed to their temporary partnership, assuring her family that he would watch over her. She lead them into the hallways, leaving prying eyes behind, where the two walked at a leisurely pace, drawing closer, then pulling away. A game of cat and mouse, in which she had a hard time telling who was playing which part.
His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him while Corrine used leverage on his chest plate to keep their faces from becoming too close for the moment. It might have looked as if she were resisting, but her defenses were a ruse - it didn't take much for the Wrathian woman to give in. His voice, soft in the silence of the stone that surrounded them, offered her solace in the aftermath of the news that her betrothed was no longer among the living, their lips meeting before she even really came to grasp what was happening. The clack of metal hit the floor, it not registering until later that it was his helmet. Her body relaxed, breaking the kiss after a moment, only to find herself retaking his lips a second later.
She felt their distribution shift, soon finding her back pressed against cold stone, the general continuing his advances, even though her attempted words. It wasn't until the sounds of distant voices caught her ears that the Duchess could summon the strength to break from his embrace, neither ready to give up the other quite yet. She coyly told him that they could continue their conversation later, the two moving on through the hallways as he again tried to pull her into another embrace. Chuckling, she managed to twist away from his grasp, slipping her arm through his elbow as they headed towards the dining hall.
It wasn't until they were passing the Gallery, green eyes scanning the forms inside as she passed before she was forced to do a double-take. Her elbow pulled against Kirios' as she stopped in her tracks, a smile fringing its way onto her lips. Was there anyone from their family that wasn't going to make the trip to this realm?
"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself, breathing out a laugh as she removed her arm from her companions, giving him a small glance.
"You'll have to excuse me. If you see my cousins before I make it, tell them that I'll be there for our little celebration momentarily. Looks like I have another cousin to greet," she explained with a seductive glance, giving his arm a gentle squeeze that she wasn't sure he would feel underneath the plates of armor guarding it. Drawing away from him, the Arch Duchess made her way towards the group in the Gallery, eyes particularly landing on Stefan.
"I swear, more Mastersons arrive by the hour," she spoke with an amused grin, hands finding the small of her waist eyes moving over the others in the room one by one. She caught sight of Naedira in particular, her mind jogged to the woman's role in the strange dream she'd had - it made her blush slightly. It was only then that she saw how distressed the women amongst the group looked. It did not take the Arch Duchess long to discern that something had happened. Prince Dafydd of Patience asked Naedira what had happened to pull their spirits so low, Corrine taking a place next to her goliath of a cousin as the princess mentioned the slew of senseless death that seemed to be sweeping the castle. And apparently there was a fire as well.
She becomes distracted for a few minutes and all hell breaks loose.
"My apologies, but I have been otherwise engaged. Fire?" Her arms crossed over her chest, expression curious as she inquired for more information. What exactly had she missed? ((Oodles Of Carrots: Crap post is kind of crap. If anything needs to be changed, or anyone thinks they were missed, please let me know. ><'' )
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 10:56 pm
Location~ Outside: With John Petyr had been walking at a normal pace towards the doors he had previously come through earlier that evening, when he paused for a few seconds as a tall shadowed figure emerged from said entryway. In the time Petyr took to observe the figure, he gathered that it was a man and that he was no threat to him, so continued his trek. Looking directly towards the being Petyr began to clear his throat for a proper introduction, until a voice rang through his mind before he had the opportunity.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been spoken to through a telepathic link, there were a few with the ability in his guild. However, the disregard for one’s comfort and the abruptness of his words led Petyr to establish that this young man was a royal. From which kingdom he couldn’t be sure of at a glance, regardless of that he would not insult him, so smiled in return and spoke softly, “Please do.”
Petyr followed the movement of John’s hand towards the area the fire had been raging a short time ago. He nodded at the question, and continued to listen to the words playing throughout his mind. After they settled he looked back at the figure before him and responded.
“Yes”, he answered again even though he had nodded earlier, “There was a fire, but it seems that it was quickly taken care of, by the amount of smoke that now lingers.” Moving a little closer to get a better look at who he was talking to, he continued, “I doubt that anyone was uninjured from the fire, although it could have been just a distraction for something more involved elsewhere. I do not plan to head in the direction I know I will be of least service, and fire is not an element I am fond of.”
He continued to stand there for a few minutes to not only watch the smoke disperse, but to get a good long look at his present company. He knew that his etiquette should be a second string to his duty to his King, but were he to be curt to this unknown royal, it might bite him in the rear one day. On that thought he decided it was best to disclose his identity, “I feel I should introduce myself to you so you do not judge me harshly for my bluntness, I am Petyr Cromwell, from Justice.” Extending his hand just enough for the gentleman to reach, and just enough to not overstep any bounds.Justice means minding one's own business and not meddling with other men's concerns.
Plato
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 4:51 am
♕ΊȚ ωɑʂ Ҭɧҽ ωɪϲқҽɖ ɑɳɖ ωɪɭɖ ωɪɳɖ♛ ♔Ƀɭҽῳ ɖȯῳɳ Ҭɧҽ ɖȯȯʀʂ ϯȯ ζҽϯ ɱҽ ɪɳ♚
♘șɧɑϯϯҽʀҽɖ ωɪɳɖȯῳʂ ɑɳɖ Ҭɧҽ șȯʮɳɖ Ȱғ ɖʀʮɱʂ♞ ♗Ρҽȯϼɭҽ Ҫȯʮɭɖ ɳȯϯ Ƀҽɭɪҽѵҽ ωɧɑϯ Ί Ӊɑɖ Ƀҽϲȯɱҽ♝ ☽ ȡαηȶе ʛαѵῖηΐ ☾ Ӄῖηɠɖȏɱ: Ƚʋȿȶ Ɍɑɳƙ: ρɽῖηҫε Ƚȏҫɑҭῖӧη: Kitchen ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ 
Dante simply stood and watched, wondering what he should do. He could fire an arrow into any one of the people currently surrounding, and berating, his siblings or he could stand where he was and let the events unfold themselves. If he were to take action he knew it would only aggravate others more, and possibly put his siblings in greater danger. He knew that they could take care of themselves, but still he did not want to up the chances of their death.
~What shall we do? I can go and kill anyone you wish, but I would rather stay here with you...~ His mental voice was projected towards his three siblings, allowing each other them to hear and respond as they saw fit. He took a step forward and let out a low growled word. "Leave." His word was aimed towards anyone and everyone around them. He knelt next to his sister and looked at Lorelie, ~Who's blood shall be shed?~
His mind and body were ready to spring at an instant. He was ready to place up his mental wards to protect them from an attack if needed, or to possibly fire an arrow into the heart of an enemy or anyone who got in his way. His family was not one thing to screw with if you wanted to live, be Dante thirteen harvests old or forty. He would find and slaughter you and anyone that was stupid enough to get in his way.
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♕Ɍҽѵȯɭʮϯɪȯɳɑʀɪҽʂ ωɑɪϯ♛ ♔Ӻȯʀ Ӎӌ Ӊҽɑɖ Ȱɳ Ȁ șɪɭѵҽʀ Ρɭɑϯҽ♚
♘Ɉʮʂϯ Ȁ Ρʮϼϼҽϯ Ȱɳ Ȁ ζȯɳҽɭӌ șϯʀɪɳɠ♞ ♗Ȱɧ ωɧȯ ωȯʮɭɖ Ȩѵҽʀ ωɑɳϯ Ҭȯ Ƀҽ Ӄɪɳɠ?♝
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