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 Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 8:20 pm
James Greene Kingdom: Fortitude
Rank: Prince
Location: Outskirts of forest, near the abbey James Greene’s tunnel vision was almost too severe to notice the other people around Lorelei. That is, until they spoke. A blond woman (Micah) approached, reasonably concerned for the siren’s well-being. At almost the same time, a dark-haired man (Dante) also arrived, echoing James’s question of who had burned down the abbey. James was concerned for the siren’s well-being, yes – after all, she was nearly kin (actually, she technically was, but James did not know yet), however, James could not quench the rage that burned inside of his heart. Someone killed his brother, and nearly did the same to his father.
A calm-mannered man (Petruccio) answered his question, stating who the perpetrator was. “Assassins?” asked James, more to himself than to the others. “Here? How is that even possible? I thought the god’s realm was protected.” The heirs had, after all, been brought here because it was apparently the safest place in the whole world. It seemed that the late Haven Greene was a victim of severe irony. But to think… if assassins had breached the god’s realm… could they be safe anywhere else?
Lorelei spoke, and James’s attention was solely on her. It appeared that the assassin was skilled enough to deal with Haven before anyone else could arrive on the scene – the fastest anyone else had gotten there was the man he saw at the abbey, the man who had saved his father’s life. The woman seemed so distraught over the death of Haven… understandably, of course. She was hardly a woman… Reginald told James that she was only seventeen. And to have to deal with this… it was almost unbearable to watch. James knelt down to her, the deepest of sympathies pouring from him.
“There is nothing for you to be sorry about,” James muttered to her. “If this assassin could fight two skilled warriors and burn down an abbey before anyone could stop him, then he is a force to be reckoned with. There is nothing you could have done. I’m sure Haven would have been merely glad that you survived.” This surely was a horrible situation.
Just then, the man before from the abbey (Ryan) walked up, Reginald in tow. James stood instantly, taking a step forward, but saw that the man was competently holding the King of Fortitude. “What about my brother?” asked James when Reginald said that needed to speak of the recently dead prince. His father reached out to him, and James looped his arm around him to support him. When Reginald explained what had happened beforehand, it took a moment for James to catch on just exactly what he was saying. But James was familiar to Fortitude law… and as a royal, he needed to follow it to the utmost scrutiny, even if it displeased his father the king.
He stole a look over at Lorelei, but not in the way that Reginald did. It was one of contemplation, of deep thought. This was all happening so fast. Just earlier in the day he had met his father and mother for the first time… finally felt like a prince. If James understood his family relations correctly, now that Haven was dead, and he was the second eldest son… now eldest… he was the new heir to the throne of Fortitude. And now Lorelei…
“So according to Fortitude law…” James muttered, looking at the young siren in her bright, almost golden eyes, “she is now my bride-to-be.” It was why Reginald was so distressed. Haven had married Lorelei, but when Haven died, and since James was not married, Lorelei was bequeathed to him. Like some sort of hand-me-down. James honestly didn’t know what to think about all of this. He had just met the woman five minutes ago… and now he was to be married to her?
Deciding that they needed to focus on other things, James outstretched his hand to the siren. “Can you stand? We need to get you to a safer place.” Eventually the assassin would learn that he failed to kill Reginald, and he would be back, for sure.
At that moment though, someone said his father’s name and title. Quite loudly, actually. His first instinct was to reach for the sword at his belt, but when he saw that it was merely a terrified woman (Ella) that had made the exclamation, he paused. With the woman was a man (Sam)… who seemed familiar. And then he knew, he knew just like how he knew that Haven was his brother. This was another brother of his. At least this one was safe and sound. James didn’t know what to say to him, frankly… ‘Hi, I’m your long lost brother?’ ‘The one everyone thought was dead?’ Instead, he looked to the man that had carried his father to their group (Ryan). “We must get everyone inside and safe. And then we will look for this assassin.”
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 8:33 pm
✠ ══════════════════════════════════════════ ✠ xxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxx✠ Position: Second in Line to the Throne✠ Location: Long Gallery xxxxxxxxxx xxxxx
xxxxxx xxxxxx xxx ccccc xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx✠ OOC: This post is almost as long as the long gallery. Hurr hurr, I'll go to my corner now.
 xxxxxxx xxxxxxxx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxx✠ ══════════════════════════════════════════ ✠ Were it any other moment other than now, and Altonair would have already been idly wandering the long gallery and admiring it's contents. From the delicate strings of gilded instruments, to the expertly crafted paintings hanging on the walls framed by vases and set inside such a large room, there was much to see and take in. The current situation prevented any sightseeing among the long gallery's contents, for it cast grim shadows over their group brought on by the fire in the abbey.
He was glad Madelyne and Stefan followed he and Naedira into the room without much trouble, though the Masterson seemed to be wrapped up in his thoughts for a moment. Perhaps the abbey was an important location to him as well, or perhaps his nervous uncertain behavior had a reason...
Altonair shook his head at the thought, disgusted with what his mind had suggested. Such ill thoughts about one I have barely met. The night surely has been a hard one for me.
As Naedira went to her sister, Madelyne, the prince drew steady breaths to maintain his composure, taking a seat at a nearby chair. His companions would have to forgive the prince as he hunched forward his forehead resting on knuckles: He needed to think out this whole ordeal. The deaths that seemed to fill the air with their stench made the day much worse than it was supposed to be. He longed for the day to end so that he could properly mourn his sister's death properly, whilst allowing Naedira and her sister time to recuperate their emotions in such a dire time. However, their company with each other, along with the giant Masterson in their presence, delayed their recovery time agonizingly. A horrible misfortune, but there was little that could be done to fix it all.
The sound of a door opening brought the prince's head abruptly up, jarred by the sudden noise. It was a man he did not recognize at first. At least, not from a distance. And here I thought we would all enjoy a quiet moment together. he thought flatly, shaking his head as he pulled himself together to formulate a response that didn't translate all of his bitterness.
But as the man crossed the room to reach them, his features began to focus into a much more familiar visage, catching his attention. It wasn't until he almost reached them that his identity was clear to the Envian prince. He did not know his name, but it would be hard to not recognize a face he had been taught to hate.
A prince of Patience.
The prince stood from his seat slowly, his body tensing as his mind slowly came to terms with identified man. A prince of the nation he warred against, waltzing up to them like they were friendly image. His confusion began to condense into a bitter anger that only worsened as he the Patiente prince approached them. His previous task of exuding a non bitter response to the man was forgotten as he thought of several ways to attack this man at once. How dare he show himself to the Envian prince at such a dark point.
His mouth readied any metaphorical venom he wanted to spit at the man as he put on a show of trained pleasantries with them, his anger rising even more as he heard the man's voice. But rather than look entirely angry at the moment, he merely held a stoic look at him. He was rightfully angry, but not idiotic. Patience hailed from the White Kingdoms, of which Humilty was as well. To openly attack Patience in the presence of Humilitan royalty would not only enact a possible hidden treaty between Humility and Patience, but may also put off his betrothed and her sister at a time when they so desperately needed to remain calm.
He bit his tongue back and held his hands behind him in an attempt to appear stoic as the Patiente prince continued to speak. It did serve well in concealing his clenching fist behind his back as the Patiente's tone grew more irritable to Altonair's ears.
Another new voice distracted the prince, looking back to the door they came through to see a woman pass through (Corrine). Her utterance of the name Masterson assured him that she was not an enemy to them, Altonair offering a momentarily friendly nod to her, before slowly turning back to the Patiente prince.
Another very slow nod was the only thing offered to prince when he bid both he and Stefan a greeting, the prince finding it very hard to appear irritated by his presence. Naedira's hand on his arm did quell his spirits somewhat, almost as if she understood that the Patiente's presence was a problem.
A problem that he so desperately wished to gut and toss out the gallery's window. Painfully.
Naedira recounted the fire the group sought shelter from, seeming to bring the Patiente prince up to speed on the events. As if your thick mind could not notice the immediate danger of a fire. the prince thought spitefully, now looking more reasons to hate the Patiente prince even more.
The recently arrived woman spoke up again, voicing confusion at the topic. Then again, I suppose it would be easy to miss a fire in a huge castle such as this.
"Yes, there is a fire in the abbey." he said to her, finally finding his voice and keeping it free from any signs of irritated emotion. "We hid in here to escape the smoke and flames. I should have been aware that the long gallery would be a popular destination for some."
His anger would need to be cast aside for the time being, lest he put he off any one not from Patience in the room. This new woman seemed to be somewhat familiar with Princess Madelyne and Naedira, so introductions might seem redundant for the majority of them.
"We might as well make ourselves comfortable for the time being, until the fire dies down at least." he said to the group, his hands burying themselves back into his trouser pockets as shifted his posture into a relaxed stance. He had to remind himself to pretend to be non hostile towards the Patiente prince.
✠ ══════════════════════════════════════════ ✠ The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.xxxxx xxxx
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 2:32 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Rank: Prince Location: Outside the Castle again with a Petyr Cromwell of Justice, Do not jump to conclusions on how one shall act… White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) Admittedly, John had only vaguely thought about how rude it might have seemed to just mentally intrude in like that. While a part of him still knew he should be weary of doing so, the fact people here didn’t seem to express their dislike for it made him take the permission for granted. Not completely of course, seeing as he would not linger when one did not want him to. But, just enough to where he didn’t think as much over his decision to establish a telepathic link between the stranger(Petyr) and himself. Besides, if the person found it rude, the angel would explain what would yet be another time how his telepathy was his only way of communicating. At least, if one did not want to stand around and wait for him to write out all his responses, or fail to express it non-verbally.
But, in this case, the phrase ignorance was bliss seemed to fit the angel. Not even realizing the rudeness he had committed as he felt a bit happy that the stranger(Petyr) seemed willing to answer his curiosity. Though unfortunately, due to his own focus in the fire’s direction and the darkness, he had missed the stranger’s(Petyr’s) first attempt at answering part of his question. His voice continuing to go forth until the angel had expressed all he wanted to say. Since there was not much to stay to begin with. His silver blue hues focusing on where the stranger(Petyr) looked to be standing before. Though, the orange hues of the fire remained in the corners of his eye. Knowing the fire would either spread, or be put out. Hoping for the latter considering Veritas could not be that cruel…right? Oh who he was kidding!
Though, John found himself unable to think on that long as the stranger(Petyr) started to answer his question. He was glad for that too considering the angel did not prefer to think about Veritas. Not after all that God had done, such as the arraigned marriages and the catacombs. Either of which John would be glad to forget. However, the former had just a bit more sting, considering what had happened to his fiancée. But, he knew his mind should not linger on other matters while someone was talking to him. Causing him to do his best to refocus as the angel looked towards the fire. Seeming to verify with his own eyes that the fire seemed to have been quickly taken care of. Seemed Veritas wasn’t cruel enough to let the forest burn after all. Though whatever had been burning did not seem to receive the same luck.
Staying silent as he noticed the stranger(Petyr) had moved closer. At least, it seemed like he had moved closer as John continued to listen to him. His hands crossed over in front of his chest while noticing a good point had been made. While John would like to think the fire was just an accident, his experience did lend itself towards it not being that way. That maybe the fire was a sign of something bigger happening. Then again, they had said this land was protected. While the land seemed unable to protect itself from its own God and its own inhabitants trying things on each other, John had to hope the promise did keep them safe when it came to outside threats. If it did not….they all might be in for it. Soon hearing the stranger(Petyr) finish answering his question.
“I can see that now that I look at it a bit longer.” Having focused more on the lingering embers than the amount of smoke in the air before. Realizing now the truth of the stranger’s(Petyr’s) words once he looked at the smoke instead. “While I hope no one is injured, you are likely right. This place has not proven itself completely safe so far, and some can testify to that better than others.” If the dead could talk, they would be even better witnesses. Yet, if anyone around here had the ability to do such, the angel did not know about. For while John had been able to talk Darius, it was only because Darius found the means to talk to him. Even then, he could not see his once living friend turned ghost. Then again, the angel hadn’t actually heard him in a while either…Huh…
“I would also hope it would not be a distraction as well. For that would likely mean this land has been breached….and maybe should have just stayed in our own kingdoms…” The angel unable to say for sure if that would have been the best choice under such circumstances. After all, Veritas was a God unlike themselves, and Gods had very powerful abilities beyond most people. Thus, the God would be able to do things they would be unable to do on their own. Yet so far, all the God of this plane had proven was that he was cruel with his powers, and not nice at all! “But, who knows though. I am no soothsayer.” The angel didn’t exactly want to be either. Mostly content with not knowing the future when he had heard too many stories of how it had drove others mad!
“And I understand your logic…” Though, that didn’t stop John from wanting to go over there. However, he would likely be useless in finishing putting out the fire, or helping anyone injured. He would likely only be able to help with the possible burial of the dead. But, after what had happened at dinner, John did not find himself too keen on messing with the dead right now. Just because it might have been wiser for him to not go over there though, did not mean he would not try and find out information on it. Maybe the angel would wait until someone from that direction came towards the entrance? Maybe he would ask the servants? After all, if someone he knew got injured…or….killed…he would like to know about it as soon as possible! That way, John would not be left in the dark.
Not seeming to notice the stranger(Petyr) observing him as his gaze had looked back towards the smoke. John’s head soon drawn back towards him when an introduction was being given. Blinking slightly at the fact Petyr was from Justice. Knowing how Fortitude and Justice had their iffy moments, considering they seemed to share different political views. Then again, Fortitude, if he recalled correctly, wasn’t the only kingdom with issues with Justice. Thus, maybe that fact Justice did not only have issues with Fortitude would make this meeting less awkward? A likely silly thought admittedly as he gripped the offered hand and shook it firmly. “I am John Greene, from Fortitude.” Making his introduction somewhat similar to Petyr’s as he soon let go of the Justian’s hand. “But do not worry about being judged for bluntness. I often times am a little too blunt myself. So, no worries.”
He also tended to say really stupid things during moments of nervousness. But, there was no need to remember those strange odd things he said while to Tao. Especially when the company of another. Though, while John felt tempted to ask about if his telepathy bothered Petyr, he decided he didn’t want to ask. At least, not after all the events of today. Because for once, the angel would like to think he didn’t have to worry about offending someone with his restrictions on how he could express himself. “Though, have you just arrived here? I do not believe I have seen you around here before.” Though, now that he thought about it…The Cromwell last name….didn’t it belong to the royal family of Justice? But…wasn’t there already a royal family of Justice roaming these halls with a different last name? Oh…that could get ugly…not knowing it already had. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 9:39 pm
 Pic by vishstudio; click for larger shot
Location/Situation and Form: In the kitchen... with the candlestick... All things truly wicked start from an innocence.
~Ernest Hemingway
Finishing his small meal fairly quickly, for he did not speak much to Micah and Dante unless they specifically asked him a question, Sokar glanced suddenly at hearing soft chatter on another side of the kitchen. The hair on his nape bristled slightly, but only for a second, as he realized the two women over there didn’t even seem to be paying attention to him. Their sudden appearance (or rather, his only just noticing them, though it was obvious they had been here a while) vexed him greatly. He would have to work hard to observe his surroundings with the loss of his hearing and sense of smell. He tilted his head for a moment towards one of the females, trying to match her face to someone in his memory, for she did look familiar.
The ‘notes’ of her scent immediately came to the foreground of his mind, though he couldn’t validate them, as he mentally matched her up to her name. It was good to see his friend from the catacombs was well, and making friends of her own. He didn’t recognize Soren, but the two females seemed to be getting along well. He turned away after realizing there was no threat, as he wasn’t controlled by human niceties and wouldn’t greet Maelona unless he had something specific to tell or ask her.
Unable to block the instinctual action, he made a surprised noise that sounded almost like a bark as Dante and Micah got up so very suddenly. Even at a rush, wolves’ use of body language made such abrupt and surprising actions minimal, so to behold one like this, when their dinner had been so calm, was a bit of a shock to the gardener. He was not able to say anything in response to Micah’s apology before the two left, and wondered just what had happened. Making a grunt of annoyance to himself, he started to eat the rest of their food they’d left behind without a second thought.
He heard someone address him, and saw that it was the woman who came with Maelona. She talked a lot, so he assumed she was a royal, since they weren’t always very direct. But it helped so that he understood what she was asking him about, though he was a bit confused as to why she’d mentioned his size. Did it much matter? Perhaps so, considering humans ranked and re-ranked each other in more than one way, not just blatant status. Strange creatures.
“Not know,” he answered her in his low voice. “No ask. Not business mine.” Though he was still looking towards her, and paying attention if she’d say anything in response, the large man grabbed the leftover piece of bread and bit into it with a half-growl, his now inadequate teeth still managing to tear off a piece before he only half-chewed it enough to swallow. What other benefit of being a human could Micah have wanted him to see? He just couldn’t understand it.
Catching his name spoken by Maelona, he turned his yellow gaze on her. It was the predatory look of his, eyes almost glowing in the darkened corner, that might have triggered more of a familiarity for the princess of Patience. “Is I.” He hated to have to present his double-cursed circumstances once again, especially to the woman he did not know, but he could see the unsurety on Maelona’s face. “Other spell. Can’t be wolf.” He looked more than a little upset about it, even so much as showing a glint of teeth as if they were fangs by his grimace. The former wolf was quiet for a second, wondering if that should be it, or he should engage in small talk. Maelona was an old friend, compared to his two new ones, after all. “Came eat?”
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
~Plutarch (46 AD - 120 AD)
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 9:44 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: With his grieving sisterI 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 Lincoln held his sister tightly in his arms, wishing he could make her smile with just a little kiss on her hurts like when she was a girl. It hurt him to see her suffering, but he would help her as best he could. Her admittance to killing Jasper shocked him. He wanted to ask what she meant, why she would say it, but he resisted at the moment. His baby sister was sobbing against him too much to trouble her just now. As long as she was safe, he would wait to question her a little longer.
His hands stroked and rubbed at her back gently, and he did kiss her on the side of her head, wishing there was more he could do. He rocked his body slightly, an instinctual move of comfort, for all the good it did. Eventually Mishka’s crying slowed, as the shock of her grief started to wear off. But she pulled away enough to face him, and he bit his tongue while she explained herself.
An accident? Had the knight come in uninvited, and Mishka mistaken him for an assassin? In the dark, it would not have been a difficult mistake to make. “I’m sorry Mishka, I’m sorry he’s gone.” He took a glance down at the body before them, wishing he could add something else. “What happened?” He thought it would be all right now that she could give him details, and even if she lapsed into more tears, perhaps talking about it might help. He considered the unthinkable for a short second, how he would feel if one of his siblings were to be killed, by his own hand (and innocently so, not like the incident in his past). No, perhaps that wasn’t the best course, but he was at a loss on what else to do.
His sister’s pain was practically palpable in his mind, as he had never been trained in such matters, and could not even try to block it. On a normal basis it was indeed a bother, one that he was ashamed for since it was family, but not now. He was never sure which thoughts were his, and which could be heard by Mishka, so he answered her aloud. “Could this be a magical disguise?” He hated to give her false hope, but she seemed so disturbed by her act, in a different way than it being a pure accident. Had the heir of Wrath not been so distraught over his sister, he might have heard Lorelei’s plea. Whether or not he would have gone to aid her was another question, but it did not matter since he was oblivious to her summons. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 10:06 pm
Kingdom: Wrath
Rank: Prince
Location: immense gallery with a growing group
Mood: crotchetyI 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 RollinsIt took a few seconds for Stefan to register the way Madelyne had flushed and looked away, when he’d looked at her closely, but he misinterpreted it completely, not realizing it was his own stare that had caused her understandable reaction. Instead, he falsely assumed it was rather because she was embarrassed to be around him. Dainty ladies did not care for clumsy oxen, as many had told him in his earlier lessons. Soured more towards her, as the danger was passing now that they were safe in here, he felt a bit insulted by whatever thoughts he assumed her to be having about him. She was pretty, but that probably made her think she was better than him, even though he’d not said an unkind word to her.
Though he’d sensed the two women were somewhat like him, he was deaf to the plight of nature outside. He reveled in nature’s beauty, in guilt yes, but he had no deep connection to the elements that were his birthright, not even the air and wind which should have been parts of his soul. The only thing he did hear was Paul, though he tried to ignore him as he looked around the room, impressed despite himself at the fine instruments displayed with the works of art.
He averted his eyes from the two princesses when Princess Naedira embraced Princess Madelyne. It wasn’t that he was bothered, not by siblings showing love and concern for each other. Well, he was bothered, but not how they might understand. From a family where, despite the kingdom’s namesake, brotherly love was abounding, yet he had always felt left out. Even when affection had been shown to him, he always felt it was for show, for pity, or just duty’s sake. To see an example of innocent and sweet tenderness made him feel inadequate, and even more uncomfortable. At least Paul seemed to be quieting, now that he could feel his heartbeat slowing as the immediate danger passed.
The broad man didn’t flinch at the sudden appearance of another man, but he did re-balance his weight on his feet differently on hearing his voice and watching his approach. There was no reason to suspect him of any of his darker thoughts, but Stefan did not like him because of the fluid way he spoke to the women. He didn’t realize that he hadn’t actually introduced himself, but all that Stefan did notice was how at ease he seemed with a bunch of strangers, or so he surmised because he didn’t greet anyone else by name.
Princess Naedira moved back to her prince, and Stefan was able to get a better look at the man. He didn’t recognize him at all, but that was not surprising considering he hadn’t even recognized Altonair, who was an ally to his kingdom. //Had I realized I would have been among so many others, maybe I would have studied harder.// But the man was just not good at learning from books, as his knowledge came best from seeing something done and emulating it with his own two hands.
He turned his head suddenly at the instant recognition of Corrine’s voice, accurately identifying the grin she spoke with. //No, not her!// He felt trapped now. Corrine had disarmed him, years ago it was true, when he was a only an untrained boy, but it had served as one of the many ways he’d lost his sense of self-worth, by misunderstanding the way he’d overheard her speak about it with his eldest brother. Though physically, he could quite likely snap her neck before she realized the danger, it was not his intent to hurt family in that manner (no matter what Paul said), and instead he lowered his head and muttered a shy-sounding greeting to her as she took her place beside him. “Hello cousin.”
More than that he could not manage, unable to look her in the eye. But as he’d almost always acted this way around her, it was unlikely she’d take offense. Stefan hated that she was so confident in meeting people, so quick to enter conversations yet never seem rude about it. Weren’t women supposed to be more docile, like these other two princesses? But then, if that were the case, was he not supposed to be more direct, instead of now hiding behind her skirt?
Taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, he tried to salvage any positive impression the others might still have of him, “M-May I present my cousin: Corrine Masterson, Arch Duchess of Wrath.” He still couldn’t look up at her (or rather, down, but directly to her eyes), and motioned to more or less where the others were. “These are the Princesses Naedira and Madelyne of Humility, and Prince Altonair of Envy.” He paused then, realizing two horrible possibilities. What if Corrine all ready knew them? And they all laughed that he would make such a stupid mistake? And second, how was he supposed to introduce the man who’d joined them just before her, when he hadn’t a clue who he was? To admit he didn’t, might be an insult that the man did not take well, for he looked and acted like a royal. But he couldn’t just ignore him. “I... I am afraid I don’t know your name and title sir...?” he glanced up at Dafydd, expecting the worst.
Too occupied with feeling pathetic in front of Corrine (or even in front of the others, considering Corrine was here to allow comparison of the two Mastersons against each other), he hadn’t noticed Altonair’s discomfiture with the man who’d joined them. If he had, it was a toss up as to how he would have reacted. The three were not his ‘friends’, never really having any, but none of them had had that grandeur manner about them that the other man had. 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: Thu May 17, 2012 12:25 am
Amarenth Soren Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Kitchen with Maelona and one stranger named Sokar, I should be used to such strange things by now… Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light ((Hope this isn’t crappy, but I have a feeling it is.)) This would actually be one of the rare cases where her words didn’t secretly have some hidden insult within them. Of course, Soren didn’t always want to add an insult to her words. Let alone feel the urge to do it to everyone out there. But, in certain situations, the knight did have a tendency to find one stupid if they didn’t know something. Cooking usually being one of those areas. After all, to her, it didn’t take that much effort to learn how to fix something. For to her, cooking was just making sure to pay attention and do as the recipe told. However, Soren had been told the more elaborate recipes required more than just that. But, maybe what she saw as unnecessary elaboration was the reason why Soren was not a cook. “That’s fine. They do say that can help after all.”
Her voice completely neutral while trying to come up with a dish in her mind. Tilting her head slightly as her dark blue hues remained on the stove in front of her. Her lips pressed together tightly and her eyebrows furrowed in thought. Trying to get some idea what to fix by questioning Maelona. Her mind still working on possibilities as she did so. But, she never found herself setting her sights on a particular dish. At least not until Maelona seemed to reaffirm her choice in leaving it up to Soren. While this dish hadn’t been one of her most favorite ones in the world, it might work in allowing both her and Maelona to eat it. Without having to literally force it down their throats, or anything drastic like that. The dish being just a simple lamb stew that Mary showed her once.
The knight only hoping she would remember how to prepare it correctly. “Alright. Lamb stew it is then.” Let’s just hope this works. That thought going through her mind as she started preparing the food. Remembering how the vegetables had to be cut up a certain way, as well as the lamb. Also, that there had to be a certain amount of each vegetable. Though, Soren believed that might have been just her friend having one of her little moments. The ones where her friend had to have things even or else her friend found herself in a slightly foul mood. The knight never understanding why that happened. But, since that was how she remembered the recipe, Soren made sure all the vegetables were cut evenly and in the amount she remembered. The lamb getting a similar treatment since Mary mentioned how it cooked faster the smaller it was.
However, before Soren could do much else, that strange voice entered her mind. Likely a good thing too considering leaving a fire burning without paying attention would have been bad. The knight now trying to figure out what in the world had happened. Tempted to ask anyone around her if they too had heard the voice of the woman(Lorelai). For, while Soren always had a tendency to hear things others couldn’t, she never found herself hearing voices for no reason! Usually sensing a ghost nearby or seeing one if she heard such a voice. But this time around, Soren saw nothing of the afterlife. Making her think that someone might have been playing a trick on her. Though, who would want to do such a thing was unknown to her. However, right about the same time she was thinking this over, her eyes caught two people abruptly leaving.
Eyes blinking slightly in confusion as a slightly crazy idea ran through her head. Maybe the rushing of the people had to do with the woman(Lorelai)! Then again, that would have required for them to have heard the voice as well as her. Also, that would require for them to have likely heard more than she did. Considering all Soren heard just made her more confused than wanting to get up and go anywhere. Her mind on an unfortunate path of assuming as she felt that maybe the bigger male might have heard the strange words! For he had jumped up a bit as if being shocked by something. Though, that could have also been due to the sudden dropping of the wine glass. Since that had likely been a bit loud on its own. But, if she didn’t jump at the chance to ask now, she likely wouldn’t be able to ask.
Not because she would forget, or find the courage to be so impulsive and somewhat abrasive leaving her. But because anyone would likely push the idea of hearing voices in their head as just a trick of the mind. The longer time passed since the voice showed up of course. At least, Soren believed that considering she had done so when she was younger. Others had done it as well when a ghost was around. Trying to make it out that they weren’t insane. Even though the knight knew they weren’t considering she could actually see the voice of said being that called out to them. Though, that was getting off track. The knight soon voicing what she wanted known from the larger than average male. Finding out quickly that he didn’t know anything, or that she had been wrong and that voice had nothing to do with the two leaving.
Both being likely plausible as a slight shrug left her lips. “Very well. I was only curious.” Barely seeming to take note of how he ate his bread. For why should she care how someone ate their food? About to turn around and go back to fixing the stew when she heard Maelona say his name. They knew each other? Causing her to look back over the larger male. The grounds keeper huh? Her mind vaguely recalling having heard things about a Sokar. However, the description she heard made her think Sokar had been a wolf, and that they were only joking. Considering a wolf did not even have thumbs to be able to hold gardening tools! Let alone anything else that was involved in such a job! But, to the knight’s surprise, the larger male responded and confirmed that he was Sokar.
The servants weren’t joking then about a wolf taking care of the grounds and such? Her dark blues swirling with curiosity and confusion as Sokar said something about a spell. Only able to guess that he meant that a spell had turned him into a human. Her mind wondering how that must have felt to suddenly be a species that had not always been one’s own? The knight unable to wrap her head around the concept as Sokar seemed to be focusing on Maelona. Asking her if she wanted to come eat with him. Soren turning her head slightly to look towards Maelona with a bit of a smile on her face. “You should take him up on his offer. You two seem to know each other, and I would not want stop you from joining him.” The knight soon moving back over to the pot that would contain the stew soon enough.
“Though, if you two want any of this, just let me know. I think I shall have plenty to share once I’m done.” The knight moving and finding some water nearby the pot. Soon getting the water inside the pot before making sure there was heat underneath the pot. Having to wait now for it to start boiling before throwing in any of the food. Her friend always reminding her that she had to do it in that order. Even if sometimes the knight wished that dish did not require such, or any dish of this sort didn’t require such. But, Mary was definitely the better cook between the two of them. Thus, what her friend said was likely the way she should go. Unless of course she wanted really bad tasting food. Which was something Soren did not want as her dark blues hues kept themselves on the slowly boiling pot of water. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do not sink beneath
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 2:10 am
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: Veritas Kingdom - Quarters - Back to the Gardens
Ɍӓηҟ: Heiress (Currently Disguised as a Hand Maiden) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━  “I had never thought to be in such a place.”, Aimée responded gently, falling silent as the Lord took a look about the gardens…It was silent now. Quiet and still, despite the scent of burning timber in the air. If Alphonse had arrived only a little earlier, he would have easily realized the truth of her identity. Aimée was excellent in gentler things; Like sewing, and readying her mistresses clothing for the day. He would know her well enough, to know that such fierce brutality did not belong to her.
And that…Simply wouldn’t do. Concealing her identity, keeping Dominique locked away in her quarters all evening long was paramount. Some fools were off setting churches on fire. Who could say that the same fools hadn’t somehow done away with little Lady Alexandria. Though, after the harlotry she had witnessed….She could hardly call her a lady.
A soft, demure laugh left her lips when Alphonse bowed and greeted her as society demanded. Though Aimée was not of any high standing family, she still held the same rank as the other handmaidens. To offend them, would offend their Lady. Thankfully, Dominique was well aware that few wished to displease her. “Friends…That we are. But you misunderstand my Lord…I was never concerned with harming our Lady. I know you to be a better man than most. I meant only that we should keep our distance from the blaze…”
She smiled then, tucking golden hair behind her hood with a delicate hand. It shimmered like the sunlight in the dawn, under the moon. He needn't see that. “Have no fear…I will flee like a fawn at the first glimmer of anything my Lady may consider ‘too friendly’.”
The small woman did not respond at the man’s obvious relief that Fandral had found Dominique. Were her parents really so worried? She remained silent when Alphonse asked for her opinion…Eyes finding an invisible point on the surface of the glimmering water. “…That is a complicated question…”
“I would like to assure you that she is safe. But…Things are not as they should be.”, she’d forgotten what it was like to talk about herself as a spectator. It was difficult…Not to show authority…To be subservient. It annoyed her, as it always had. But it allowed her a certain freedom that being a d’Aquitaine had never allowed her. “For the moment…We may remain. The Grand Duchess has…doubts…in her Marshal. I dare not say more—For it is her place, not mine.”
She shook her head lightly when he stated that he wished he could do something for her…Secretly, touched by the words…Why should he care for the absent handmaiden? Weather she lived or otherwise? He was indeed, despite his sudden demonic scent, still the same person she’d known before. “Night is best for me.”
It hid features that otherwise might have given her away.
“There is rarely a dull moment in this realm my Lord…You’ve just missed the execution of the Dorian and Lucien Black. Our Lady made it her first priority.”, Aimée offered, her expression quiet, though not saddened. It simply held proper respect for the dead. Though, as far as the cambion were concerned…She didn’t have much…It was likely the most difficult part of this ruse.
He offered that they go back inside, and she nodded her head…”It is a little cold.”
That, at least wasn’t a lie. The garb that her hand maidens wore was beautiful…But not made for the nights chill. Perhaps they were used to such low temperatures that it didn’t bother them. “Why don’t we head in the Princess’ direction…It’s better to remain close, even if we do not disturb her right away.“
All the easier it would be for her to switch back. Of course, Alphonse would want to greet his future Queen at some point. Cere, though the most like her, would provide a good stand in for most…But for others, she would not be enough.
Turning to head back towards the castle proper, she paused…Feeling that she owed the man one more truth, in a web of lies. “It is good to see you again. For what it’s worth…I am glad it was you, that the King sent.”
She was. Both as Aimée, and Dominique. It would be good to have another person that she could trust...Good to have more of her court close by. Especially someone as loyal to the crown as Alphonse.
 
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 10:39 am
 Where: Near the Abbey
With: The group outside of the Abbey.
The words like a sharp blade struck through the young princess, the fear reflecting in her eyes yet she never took them from her younger sister. Lorelei. Her heart ached for her twice now she’d lost people that she had cared for. While Micah had been too ill to be near she had heard whispers through out the castle that Haven was a man of worth and he had already defended her sister against the wrath of not only his parents but her own enigma of a father. It was a pity that she herself had not had the time to meet the man who was to marry her sister and even more so that Lorelei had lost another .
She barely noticed as the group grew around them. Yet it were the tears the held her captive as the fell from the siren’s eyes. She caught the slightest motion as her sisters’ grip grew tighter on the other. It felt like a slap to the face. Yet she couldn’t blame her for seeking comfort in the other Gavini. Micah had done so much wrong in their lives; there was no way that a single act of concern would erase all of that. She took a deep breath and remained silent for a moment as she looked down at her skirts and heard Lorelie’s answer to Dante.
The smoke was suffocating even at this distance and she wanted to flee the area. To get her siblings far from this disaster but held her ground as the King of Fortitude made his appearance. Her gaze shifted from her sisters and looked up as he spoke James’ name and told him what had happened. The news caused her eyes to grow in size, her silver pools locked to them for a moment. Yet it were the words that followed. Her teeth clenched tightly together.
Problem? Her sister was no problem for anyone to endure. She’d been casted aside her entire life seen as a problem. When would it end? If only she’d been home maybe she could have saved her from the cruelty of their father. Her silver pools slowly turned with crimson hues. The demon pushing forward. Her hair darkening, the normally silvery threads now weaving with black.
It took all of her will power not to shout at the King and demand his apology to her sister yet she held her ground. This was not the time or the place. Not the time or the place she repeated in her mind as she turned her orbs back toward her sisters at the sound of Cat’s voice that brushed her mind. Micah’s eyes flickered toward her and she clutched tightly at her skirts. -Then let us get her out of here.- She uttered gently into her the new Heiress’ mind and looked to Lorelei. -Lore we’re going to get you out of here and away from all of this. I promise.- She uttered softly, gently to her sister. It was the least she could do.
Dante’s voice entered her head and her gaze lifted toward him. -We need to get Lorelei out of here. She doesn’t need this. She’s endured more than any one person should.- She replied as a hand came into view and it was not one that she was familiar with and she had to stop the growl that threatened to rumble from her throat. Her gaze rose toward James…the man her sister was to be passed off to. The breath in her throat hitched as she looked up at him and he asked her sister if she could stand.
“Your majesty we would appreciate it if you would let us take our sister. She needs rest. We will keep her safe.” Her eyes were pleading. She knew that her sister was no longer under her care in that moment. That though they were blood she was under the care of the Greene family.
It felt silly asking for such permission but it had to be done, for her to tread lightly as she asked this of him. Micah’s gaze shifted toward her sisters and the sight pained her. It was something that she’d always desired. That closeness that Lorelie and Cat shared. Yet she’d done so much damage she was unsure if she would ever get it back yet she would try. Her gaze shifted toward Petruccio and her mind brushed against his. -Where ever they take my sister will you please go with her, if she does not come with us. I fear they may turn on my sister and cast their blame for the Heir’s death on her head. - She asked him. Still the words of Reginald echoed in her mind. Problem. It left a bitter taste in her mouth and only coaxed the demon to take action.
Her gaze once again shifted toward the new Heir of Fortitude as she waited for him to speak.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:06 pm
Rank: Youngest Princess
Kingdom: Wrath
Location: Lincoln
Wearing: Chemise and robe █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║ Lincoln did his best to comfort her yet there was nothing that could truly be done for her. Jasper was gone from this world and it was her doing. Yet she had to tell him something. Something that was of the utmost importance. Her mind scrambled to fight through the fog that grief had created. Yet it was his question that stilled her racing mind and her pale orbs found his.
“No. No.” She uttered softly as she turned away from him, unsure even as she denied it, looking down at Jasper who was still in the form she had loved so much. Yet the question had allowed doubt to enter and hope to bloom. Hope that perhaps he was still alive yet looking down at his form she knew it wasn’t true and again new fresh tears bubbled up. “No. It was.. It was him.” She whispered and turned herself back into Lincoln’s body. Seeking comfort and shelter there.
She wished that it was like when they were younger and a single kiss could take away all her sorrows. A single embrace could chase away her tears. Yet this wasn’t something as simple as loosing her favorite doll or falling off a horse. This was something she never thought she’d have to contend with. This was death in it’s purest form. Grief and sorrow mudding any conscious thought yet that need to tell Lincoln still remained. Her mind raced through everything till it screeched to a halt as it came across the last few moments of life.
“B…because….I…..love……….you.” He whispered his dark pools never wavering from her face.
“I love you too Jasper.” She murmured with a sniffle as she continued to press the flat of her palm to the wound, but she could still feel more warm blood seeping passed her fingers.
“Mishka d-don’t cry.” He whispered, teeth chatter as he swallowed hard. Pressing his eyes tightly shut before opening them. “Listen. To. Me. Mish.” He uttered as his thumb continued to brush against her cheek. “I…I don’t have muc…much longer.”
“Don’t be foolish. My b-brother’s coming (she hoped) we’ll save you.” But she watched as he shook his head. He knew he was dying.
“I have. I have to war…warn you. Be…be careful. They’ll.. They are… going….to.” His breathing was becoming more shallow. Each breath harder than the last she knew. As she watched his chest fight to rise. “Kil…”
She pulled back from Lincoln and her expression sobered but fear clashed in the blue jewels. She took a ragged breath and closed her eyes. She had to tell him what had happened and mustering all her courage, she began. “He came in through…through the window. He seemed distraught and…” She paused and closed her eyes for a moment as tears snuck past her lashes.
“Upset. He asked me to renounce my title and my family. I couldn’t Lincoln. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave any of you.” She uttered quickly her eyes open and gaze locked with his. She shuddered and her eyes swam with more tears. “I couldn’t Lincoln and it angered him. He looked as if he’d lost all sanity and pulled out a knife. Ranting that if he couldn’t have me no one co-” Her tongue fell slack and she hid her face against his chest as the tears chocked her once more.
Sniffling against his warmth she tried to continue. “No one could and he came after me. We struggled and…the blade pierced his heart.” Her head lifted and she looked up at him. “I didn’t mean to Lincoln. I didn’t mean to kill him.” She cried and her body was once more taken over with those blasted tears as she pressed closer to him.
Mishka’s entire body trembled with ragged breaths and sniffles as the new wave of tears strangled her cords. Her fingers clutched his shirt, anchoring herself to him as she wept. There was so much more she had to tell him yet she couldn’t will her tongue to move anymore. The sobs were so powerful she was only left with one line of communication. A line that she knew her brother wasn’t at all to fond of. Her mind was a whirlwind of chaos but this was all that she had left to tell him what had happened, the rest of the story with that important bit of information that he needed to know. Those words that Jasper had held on to tell her, they must have been important if he’d struggled to give them to her. She brushed his mind. -Someone is trying to kill us. He was trying to warn me…..they were his last words.- She fell silent then, crumbled in a pathetic heap against her brother.
Her body shivering, covered in blood and her beloved Jasper no longer amongst the living. Slowly Mishka righted herself and shifted her body. Having cried all that she could in that moment she leaned over Jasper. Her hand gently stroking his cheek as she leaned down and kissed those cold lips. Just one last kiss, a kiss goodbye. The young princess was shattered, completely broken. The one man that she’d ever loved. Slowly the princess pulled back and slid her hand down into Jasper’s own. Clutching it tightly. “He wanted to marry me.” She whispered as she gazed down toward her knight. “To run away and live happily.” She murmured as her other hand slowly stroked his face. Her eyes burned, red rimmed and puffy but at least the tears had stopped.
“I want to burry him. Honorably. Not as a traitor.” She said finally looking back toward her brother. “Please can you give me that Lincoln. Please.” She begged her melody lacking it’s luster, her throat raw from all her crying. “Please?” █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█║
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 2:45 am
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Alphonse Athanase
Avarician Duke
Location - The Gardens
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Alphonse nodded in agreement at the woman's words. He had not thought he would ever be in the realm of a god staying in his castle and protecting the Heiress of Avarice from danger. No Alphonse had thought his life would be much simpler when younger. Perhaps that was just foolish hope. His life had forever been altered by his father. What he wouldn't give to go back to that day and change the outcome. Sometimes he wondered if he should have died that day. For now all he could do was serve the crown faithfully and search for a way to take back his body. "Nor had I. Long had I thought my life was destined for a different path. C'est la vie." Speaking the last bit in the language originated from their land, Alphonse gave a shrug. He didn't mind his current life path just yet.
Aimée's gentle tone and soft laugh that left her lips at his more proper greeting, made who he was speaking to obvious to him. It was his old friend, one that he doubted he would ever see again. Alphonse doubted she had an unkind bone in her entire body. At her response to him Alphonse smiled pleasantly nodding to her words. "I don't know about being a better man than most." The man had done some terrible things all in the name of his country. The smile fell briefly into a more grim one at his response before he picked it back up as Aimée smiled and continued. "As well you should. While I would never even think of putting you in such a position, some men are not so restrained." That was certainly the truth. The old Avarician court had been full of beasts that played at being men.
As the conversation turned to the Lady Dominique, Alphonse listened patiently for his old friend to give her thoughts on the subject. At the mention of it being a complicated question, Alphonse raised an eyebrow. Why was it complicated? Listening quietly as the woman continued, surprise flickered in his eyes at the mention of the princess having doubts about her marshal. Letting her finish Alphonse nodded absentmindedly. "I understand. I will have to see Princess Dominique then and hear it from her firsthand if she chooses to tell me." Falling silent for a few moments afterwards the news troubled him. Why would there been any reason for doubt? He wouldn't put Aimée in a bad position by inquiring from her further. It was Dominique's place to discuss her doubts in her marshal.
A small smile returned to his face as, the handmaiden mentioned night being best for her. "Yes I suppose it is." Looking up at the night sky above he was again reminded of the smoke in the distance. Danger was nearby, but for now he would remain where he stood. "I think night holds more beauty anyway. Especially when the moon is up and shining brightly." The news about Dorian and Lucien of Avarice was welcome. Alphonse had met the ex-heiress a couple of times at court and each time she made his skin crawl. "That is good, justice was deserved. After all they have done to our land."
With the woman accepting his offer to head back inside, Alphonse was glad he had not misjudged how cold she had to be. "It is a little chilly. And while my clothing is warm enough, yours does not look all that warm." A nod was given as Aimée suggested heading in the direction of princess Dominique. That was a good idea. "Yes let's do that. The closer I am the quicker I can react to any potential danger." Moving to follow alongside Aimée as she headed towards the castle, he paused when she did looking over to her. Hearing the words offered a smile was given in return along with a short standing bow. "I thank you for your kind words Aimée, the words offered are worth more than you know. I am just glad I could prove useful in some way. Hopefully the princess feels the same." After speaking he motioned for them to continue walking, before he did just that. It felt good that someone was glad to see him.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 4:34 am
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Richard Bellerose, Prince of Hubris
Library
"Even though I'm on my own.
I know I'm not alone.
Because I know there's someone somewhere.
Praying that I make it home."
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Richard too remembered the torture chamber that they had encountered in the catacombs. A nod was given at the woman's words. "Yes to be a spectator during one of those events would prove highly entertaining." Richard had attended his fair share of similar events back in Hubris. They usually proved entertaining, but now he had a different appreciation for them. It wouldn't stop him from watching them, he just might feel a twinge of sorrow for the people involved. At least for a moment or two.As Milani spoke again he grinned at her words. Yes she was much too proper for her own good. "A little gossip never hurt anyone. It's just how involved you get that matters." Oh he was going to enjoy corrupting the woman.
The conversation turned to women's roles in the kingdoms and as they talked the woman asked if she could be frank. "Go ahead." Pleasant smile accompanying the statement at her dropping of her guard even if only a little. Listening to her admission of wishing that women in prudence had a bigger voice, the prince was unsure how to respond. Such a thing had never entered his mind. It made sense that a woman would want a bigger voice. As she seemed to save herself at the end Richard shrugged. "I think it is a fair wish to have. Women are oft mistreated in many of the kingdoms and used as mere tools to create heirs. You should hold yourself in more esteem and have more pride in yourself to change the fate of all women in your kingdom. Fear not though I shall keep your secret." Her subservience was sickening in a way to the prince. Did she have no pride?
Letting the conversation turn again Richard chuckled faintly at her mentioning of his optimism. "Happiness could be closer than you realize. You just have to want to see it." Smiling at her he didn't elaborate anymore. The game he was playing was already dangerous enough. Wooing a betrothed woman was delicate and her husband to be not finding out was paramount. Hearing the woman's unique situation regarding prudence, Richard rubbed his chin. "So really the only way you would be allowed your own life would be if Prince Nikolai married another woman. Quite the predicament you find yourself in." A shrug followed the statement and he continued forward, finding the woman laughing at his remark about being right amusing. "You laugh, but it's true." Clearly he was a very humble man.
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Richard gave a small laugh at Milani admitting her reading had been dry. "You said it not me. Just making that clear." Amusement lacing his every syllable, the prince listened to her explanation somewhat impressed. At her mentioning of it maybe making her a better queen Richard gave her a look of interest. "You impress me milady. Most queens are just for show. That one is actually trying to be a better queen instead of just getting what she wants, is somewhat refreshing. You are just full or surprises." While most of his words were filled with at least false flattery, he was being completely honest this time with the future queen. Perhaps he should do a little back reading himself. He planned on ascending the throne of Hubris some day after all.
"You have been quite the busy scholar while here. First the history books and now fairy tales to round out your time." As she pointed out where the most entertaining books seemed to reside, Richard smiled in thanks planning on at least looking at the books. "I shall be sure to look there first." Remaining oblivious to the commotion outside with the assassins meant the two people occupying the library were actually having a decent conversation. "So now what should we talk about, I will let you pick our next topic." Offering to let the woman pick a topic their obliviousness towards the assassins was soon to prove a dangerous game.
Richard's eyes widened as the sight of a slithering snake entered his line of sight coming into the library. "What the-" His train of thought was interrupted suddenly as the snake spotted him and suddenly struck. Watching it draw back and lunge forward Richard stood up grabbing his chair as he did and used it as a shield to block the snake. Seeing the fangs puncture through the chair completely and nearly going into his hands, Richard threw the chair to the side. Was it an assassin? Reaching down and drawing his elegant sword, the man held it towards the snake. This would be easy right?
Stepping forward as the snake seemed to remove itself from the chair by biting near clean through it. Bringing the sword up shuffling at the door again drew his attention as another man entered the room. Instantly upon seeing Milani the man seemed to spring into action. "What luck to stumble upon the soon to be wife of the Bascov disappointment. And alone with another man to boot, it seems the entire court is full of hypocrites." s**t if the woman died while with him that would just look bad on Hubris. "Watch out!" Turning instead and swinging his drew blade to collide with the Assassin's sword Richard pushed back. Stepping to the side so that he was facing both the snake and other assassin Richard addressed Milani. "Get behind me milady." Holding his sword out defensively with one hand he began creeping back into the bookcases prepared to start using the bookcases as weapons.
Then the snake shifted into the form of a man and Richard cursed. Two assassins was pushing it. Any hope that the snake was simply that had been crushed. The man-snake smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes and addressed Richard completely. "Accept your fate child of Rodric. You and your kin are unfit for rule and I will get your head." The man's stern voice came out as something more akin to a hiss, but Richard stood his ground staring daggers into the snake-man. "Father would never fall to the blade of such an unworthy pitiful excuse for a man, what makes you think I am any different. Your words alone are treason, and you expect to escape this all alive? Please I have the right to end you here." Words delivered with venom and hatred for even speaking of his father in such a familiar way, Richard did his best to look intimidating.
Still backing up the blood in his veins turned to ice as the snake-man let out a chilling laugh. "Rodric is already being taken care of as we speak little prince." At the sight of the two men advancing, Richard felt fear creep up on him and hold onto him like a python squeezing it's next meal. Was he going to die here? Protecting a woman that he was not even betrothed to? He was a skilled swordsman, but his attention had always been on other pursuits. One assassin with his healing could be dealt with, two was likely a losing battle. They needed to escape now. Speaking in a quiet voice Richard addressed the woman with him. "What's the chance you can run and get help while returning before I die?" Her answer would determine his next course of action. They weren't going to die yet. He refused to meet death on this day. Not like this.
(OOC: Assassins added with permission.)
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 3:41 pm
Location - Near the Abbey
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
'You did all that you could do milady. Of that I've no doubt. Don't blame yourself for the horrendous act one man is responsible for.' Ryan responded to Lorelei's telepathic message. He blaming herself for what happened would do no good and no matter what anybody said, she was not responsible. 'I have a request of you milady, if you can't help I understand, but I was wondering if you could somehow get in touch with my sister without having previously done it in person. I don't know what you need to do so and if it is impossible or too strenuous I understand. I am just worried about her and I have not a clue where she went.' The last bit said that he thought it made him a bad brother that he didn't know where Naedira was. And while he was concerned for Madelyne, his youngest sister did not know the Avarician children that had been slaughtered earlier in the day. Therefore Naedira would be taking it especially hard.
Upon arrival at the group with everyone and the tears streaming down Lorelei's face, Ryan regretting bringing the King over. Not that it could have been helped. One glance to the King as he stared a hole through Lorelei told the heir that Reginald did not like the woman in any way. It was all he could do to hold his tongue and not make the matters worse. Fortitude was a great ally, upsetting the King was not preferable. Listening to the people speaking all around and what he imagined to be Lorelei's siblings being so protective, Ryan remained silent. The young man growling at them to leave was met with a sigh. He was not going to be making the situation any easier. He needed to think before speaking, if he upset the king of fortitude and Lorelei's future husband, it would only make matters worse for the woman in the future.
Hearing Reginald call Lorelei a problem, Ryan gazed in her direction apologetically. Then turning to the King as he was now resting with James, Ryan cleared his throat hoping to diffuse any potential violence before it happened. "Please your majesty there is no need for such words after what happened. We all just need some rest so we are thinking clearly. Other's need time to mourn." Ryan voice kindly making sure to keep his secret feelings for the siren hidden and appeared to just be thinking about the group as a whole, which he was, Lorelei was just the more important one to keep safe currently. His last statement was to remind the obviously upset siblings of Lorelei, that Reginald had just lost a son. Reaching for the mental link with Lorelei he sent her an apology. 'I am sorry milady, had I known I would have not led him this way. For what it's worth, he's wrong. You're not a problem. Remember that for the future okay?' James moved to help Lorelei stand and Ryan looked to their surroundings. "A safer place is preferable."
A new arrival gasped out the King's name and Ryan turned to her. making sure as he did to not make any threatening movements. While it took a moment or two to recognize the girl, Ryan had seen the maid in Sara's company before. Therefore it seemed safe to assume her his betrothed's servant. For now though he would pretend to not know who she was. A servant of Hubris recognizing and acting like that with a King from a virtuous nation, would not go over well with Sara at the very least. Looking to the other new arrival, a man that seemed hesitant, Ryan bowed his head to both arrivals in greeting.
Remaining silent a moment longer James next addressed him. Turning to look the man in the eye Ryan nodded. He would help the new heir hunt the assassin that stole his brother from this world. Haven was considered a friend by Ryan and he would not let his death go unpunished if he could help it. There was no law or divine right that brought about Haven's murder, just the actions of a misguided man. "I will try and help you find this assassin responsible. First everyone does need to be brought to a safer place." What help Ryan would be given his current level of fatigue, Ryan didn't know. Anything would be helpful surely though. He could still tap into his reserves if need be. Lorelei's sister asked James permission to take Lorelei away and Ryan was not sure what a good idea that would be just yet.
"If I may, it might be best if we all stay together at least until we get back inside. There is safety in numbers. After that... well it is hardly my call." A shrug followed his statement. Hopefully everyone could see the wisdom in sticking together for now. However, after offering his advice there was little he could do. Falling silent again Ryan waited to see what everyone wanted to do.
(OOC: If anything needs changed or was missed message me.)
|I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.|
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 5:12 pm
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In a gallery || Wearing This Dress || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Madelyne's eyes widened with surprise when Naedira started at the slightest of touches. Her brows furrowed from the never ending concern, but she tried to push it off as nothing. Naedira had simply been lost in her thoughts... Her sister confirmed Madelyne's intuition. She definitely needed time to relax. All these stressful, saddening events were happening one after another... When was it to end?
Naedira then let go of Altonair and embraced her younger sister. Madelyne was happy to return the affection, despite the presence of the two male royals. Anything she could do to comfort her, she would do. Madelyne desperately wanted Naedira to be herself again, though she knew her sister would not be... Not for some time. Of this she was sure, for Naedira confirmed it with the softest of voices.
The embrace was broken at the sound of the gallery door. A man had stepped in, all stereotypical pompousness. Madelyne was not impressed with his false concern for her sister, nor the expression toward herself. But she was not going to be rude, especially not to an "ally", as he claimed he was. Yet, he did not introduce himself, nor the name of his kingdom... She curtseyed politely, rather than lifting her hand for a kiss. She saw no need for such gestures, especially after seeing Altonair's reaction of the man. She expected that there was a grudge between kingdoms, or something much worse, for she had never seen such a dark expression on his face.
She listened to Naedira's careful response, realizing she seemed just as wary of him as she was. It was hard to trust a man who did not introduce himself right away. And he seemed to be in a jolly spirit. Did he not know what was transpiring right outside the door? Madelyne was certainly glad for Naedira's comments of the deaths and the fire, as she hoped that would correct his grin. Though, her sister's voice was as sweet and respectful as ever... Madelyne was sure the prince would just feign surprise and worry.
"I must agree with my sister, my Lord," Madelyne said, ignoring the goofy large smile he aimed toward her. "What was once a morning of good cheer has now come to naught."
It was then that yet another person happened upon them. She immediately commented on the Mastersons, which gave Madelyne the impression that they were either good friends, or related. If the second, she was surprised at the woman's petit body, especially when she stood by Stefan's side. Another interesting thing was Stefan's reaction to her. He went back to his shy, intimidated contenance as though she were a threat to him, which Madelyne found odd. Certainly he could kill her instantly, should Stefan attempt it... He confirmed the princess's guess of their being related (Cousins? Huh.) He then introduced her to them, of which Madelyne was grateful. Corrine, Arch Duchess..., Madelyne thought before greeting Corrine. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." When Stefan asked for the other royal's name, she was surprised, but glad for it. She was certainly not impressed with the stranger's social skills...
Naedira then asked for news of the fire, something Madelyne expected the royal had none of. He seemed too merry, a mood that the group was in dire need of... Corrine hadn't known of the fire either though, which Madelyne found curious. Has the fire truly escaped notice? She wondered, horrified. What if it continues to ravage the forest? Can no one stop it? The princess tried not letting her emotions show, but one could easily tell she was distressed. The trees were still suffering and would continue to suffer... How many would fall before the fire died out?
Altonair broke her thoughts by catching the woman up on the details. He was still irritated by the man's presence, which was clear when he spoke to the woman. As soon as he had spoken, however, he tried to push aside his personal feelings. It was for the best... It would certainly not help the already eventful night by adding drama between kingdoms.
{o.c.c. I hope I didn't miss anything!~ }
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2012 8:42 pm
 Rank: Prince, second in line to the throne. . . Location: Gallery
For all intents and purposes, the prince appeared to be the supportive second born child, content with the role of a future Duke, rather than a king. It would be how the world would view him – a brother who was happy to watch his elder rise to power, when he'd be left without the glory of the crown. Never, would Dafydd allow anyone to see anything else, when all of his plans, his ambitions... the very purpose of his life depended on it.
All he required was patience, and that had been naturally bred into his grain.
While he still did not state his name directly, those raised with a gentle breeding in a virtuous kingdom would easily have the ability to deduct precisely who his identity was from his speaking of Eoghan, the heir to the Patiente kingdom. Royals of allies should have been familiar with the other monarchs that scattered across the blessed lands. Lest they'd been slacking in their required studies, failing to uphold standards expected of one of noble birth.
Twas then that another woman jovially pranced into the room – recognizing the Masterson prince as kin. Stefan presented her, and as expected of a gentleman, the prince of Patience bowed to Corrine, again, ready to take her hand and bestowing a featherlight kiss upon the tops of her knuckles. For it'd be commonplace where it wasn't for someone of the Riley clan.
The prince didn't know his name, and Dafydd waved off the impropriety with a dismissive movement of his hand. “No harm, kind sir. I doubt few from the darker realms would recognize more than my genealogy to a white kingdom, given how long I've stayed out of the public's eye.” He explained, forgiving him any trespasses for not knowing who he was. “Dafydd ab Rhys, second eldest surviving prince of Patience.”
“Duchess, though it has not been until this moment that I've seen the jewel of Wrathian courts in the flesh, I would tell you that I'm honored for this happenstance rendezvous.” To gain peace, oft came with the treatment of a woman; Dafydd was no fool in that aspect. All women, no matter the kingdom (save Envy), would receive respect from a man of Patience.
She'd come in just soon enough to hear mention of the fire and deaths that had plagued this day. The woman too, inquired about the abbey, bewildered that she'd missed such a monumental event.
The princess Naedira mentioned the death that had transpired this eve, and his blue eyes fell to the floor as he nodded once, as though paying respects to souls lost so recently. His smile fell, as Madelyne expected it to, but the hints of good humor and optimism remained. If there were any true hesitations regarding his person to the Rileys, Dafydd allowed them to pass without thought – attributing such feelings to being anxious in reaction to all that had transpired. Neither had any reason for him to beget their fear, when he was, in every sense of the word, an ally. “Aye, princess. Such senseless loss, regardless of kingdom or species, is a notion that we all should regret. That the taking of another life seems so simple to others oft means they put little stock into their own soul. And have not the empathy being a good person requires.” But only senseless losses... killing an older brother when he remained incompetent in the ability to lead Patience to dawn was not in any way senseless. It was prudent. Besides, it wasn't as anyone in the room would know of his darker intentions regarding Eoghan.
“I pray that many more will come to share your understanding in those endeavors during their stay in Veritas' plane.”
Dafydd shifted weight as he straightened his posture – glacial eyes staring toward the mounted windows, searching for more signs of smoke from the abbey. “I'm afraid that I will disappoint you in that, for I have only heard whispers of assassins reaching the plane. Whether or not that has a shred of truth in it, I cannot say, and I would not fret you overly much with such outlandish stories if that's all they turn out to be. ” But the prince did not back away, his expression wore that of a serious man... because the threat could be very real to those who'd taken refuge here. “Because of this, I should like to remain near the two of you, just in case a fight is to break out tonight. There is an added strength to a larger group of people, and we just might be able to best those who aim to usurp our lives.”
Much to his surprise, Altonair Wood remained quiet throughout the majority of the conversation, speaking only to Corrine when she inquired about a fire. Otherwise, the Envian held his tongue when Dafydd was certain he'd rather spit disdainfully at anyone who would converse with that of his enemy. But he too, remembered the roles well.. Humility, much to the Wood's would be dismay, had long held an alliance to the White kingdom.
Dafydd too, played calm – pretending not to be perturbed by his enemy's presence amongst his friends. For now, they'd both remain stale towards the other, but the prince refused to give the sinful scum more than that. “Sir Altonair is correct... ” No outward display painted the acrid taste it left in his mouth to admit that. “The gallery is quite a popular destination. Might I move that this entire group seek shelter somewhere more secluded in the castle?”
[please note: no one in the IC, minus Veritas would be able to see Dafydd's truer intent.]
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