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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 3:42 pm
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: Training Grounds
Kingdom: Veritas, The God would not have it any other way.
Rank: It depends on my mood.
Wearing This: Mr. Smiles"So the princes finally take notice of the beautiful damsel. They need to be more aware of their surroundings unless they want to be assassinated. If they do, I will be more than happy to oblige them. Until then, I will pose as the instructor for their learning. This should be fun," thought the demon as Trey and Richard both invited himself and Maelona over. He grinned with glee then walked over to the young princess and grasped her arm. "Nonsense, Milady. Today is as fine a day as tomorrow. And we would not wish to be rude to the young sires and avoid their invitation to join them in marksmanship. Courteous politics is important to establish with other factions in order to build strong relationships. Why a game of chess can determine how two forces will view one another," said the old man while pulling princess Maelona closer to the duo brothers. He released her once they were in a good proximity of the young archers. "Now that the distraction is closer to the home front and not in the distance, perhaps we can focus on the task at hand, hm? Go on, young sire. Convince this fine example of a lady to take part in this exercise by impressing her with your archery prowess," said the grinning man in black. He was practically calling Trey out before everyone. Xard expected another missed target unless he intervened. Which he would by providing some advice in order to show the trio of mortals that he was a trainer. He would make them all his puppets. A teacher can quickly become an adviser. He would rope them in with tactical genius aside from lending his knowledge of weaponry. From there he would move his pieces against other pieces by planting false information around. His hopes, to disestablish friendly cooperation between Hubris and its allies and any potential ones. This idea was also targeted at every kingdom, but it would have variations. In the end, everyone would be at the throats of everyone else. It would be a glorious example of how easy humanoid species can be broken. Of course Xard had done this countless times, but it never got old to him. This would all happen unless what he wanted was given to him swiftly. Then he would have no reason to linger any longer than to silence some loose ends. "May I make a suggestion before you comply, young sire? Breath in when you knock your arrow and hold it while taking aim. Your hands will move less. Only exhale when you are about release. Oh, and be sure to steady the arrow with your leading fingers. You would not wish for it to veer off into a passerby squirrel, would you? Unless you are a hunter, then by all means kill the little beast," whispered the old man to Trey's ear upon reaching a close distance with the prince. He then backed away slowly, placing his hands behind his back as he did.
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:01 pm
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Dining Hall
Mood: Under control and disappointedReceiving no adverse reaction from the masked woman aside from a startling remark and demanding to be released, Jack let go of the woman's hand. He still took note of how she was moving her fingers around something. Something glinted for a moment then vanished, he was sure of it. Magic left traces unless it was meant to remain unseen by onlookers. Hers, if she was indeed a witch of some sort, was most likely one of those kinds. For now, it was none of his concern what she was until she made herself a threat or decided to be a pawn of Xard.
"R", without a word, moved away from the trio he was interacting with to meet up with his new found allies in his struggle. Hopefully they would remain so after the mishap. "Curious about the threat, Prince John?" came a dark voice from behind the angel. He halted his progress next to the holy being in order to address him face-to-face. "He's an all powerful sage of a sorcerer. Whom can annihilate whole civilizations with his magic. I have..." Something instantly distracted the young hunter.
His head turned this way and that in search of something. He observed the ceiling with interest for a moment then peered behind himself over his shoulder. The fine hairs on "R's" person stood up on end. He felt goosebumps crawl over his skin in swarms. A tickle in his tummy licked the lining of his stomach incessantly. Something was incredibly wrong with the atmosphere. It felt as if Xard was everywhere, and yet not at all. This tactic was familiar to Jack, for it was often deployed when Xard knew there were those that knew about him and looking for him. The Hell Daemon did not wish to be disturbed at the moment for whatever reason, which spelled trouble for everyone in some shape or form. "He knows..." muttered Jack to himself mostly."Of course he knows! You've been telling everybody here that he's here! This is why it would be just you and me. There would be no distractions what so ever. I know how you sometimes play 'Hero' with those you team up with. And what happens when you do? They die anyway, but you usually get souls out of it... "On second thought, invite the whole damn castle, Jackie. That will solve a lot of problems, I bet," said Ra to Jack's head with mild to heavy humor as he thought about all the people he would get to eat should so many individuals get in their way just by trying to assist the young demon hunter. 
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 4:10 pm
-- Richard Bellerose -- |1075| -- Location - Training Grounds -- -- Kingdom - Hubris -- -- Rank - Prince -- 
Richard nodded to Trey making mental note of the name of his brother's killer. At mention of the wench's siren sibling having been in his group Richard nodded again to Trey. "Yes as I said Cat Gavini was one of my companions in the catacombs as well and I would not think to hold it against her either. Such an action falls completely on the one responsible unless they did not act alone." Of course part of Richard's reluctance of holding it against Cat was because she seemed like a pleasant enough woman. Well that wasn't the only reason. Sighing Richard nodded to his brother's words concerning what the murderer would be put through if caught. "I can imagine some things but to the extent I am afraid I am quite unsure. I am not all that well versed in the art of torture after all. Not that I wouldn't like to see the culprit punished. Oh well a discussion for another day I suppose brother." There was no point in continuing that portion of the conversation really. It would just serve to make the rest of the day less enjoyable.
Richard was satisfied that he had caught his brother off guard enough that he was willing to disclose the name of the woman that caught his eye. It was something Richard was quite good at really. When he really sought out an answer from someone especially from family he tended to get them. He could be quite relentless in his questioning after all. Shrugging at his brother's comment about not having to worry about jealousy he allowed his eyebrows to arch ever so slightly higher. "Princess of Avarice? Interesting choice. I think you should give it a decent try brother. What harm could it really do in the end? It could be quite interesting after all." Richard kept his voice low enough so as to not be overheard given his brother seemed to want to keep his affections secret. As for the other little inhabitants at the doorway his brother seemed to have no problems with them joining either.
Richard gave a very polite and formal bow as the princess dropped into a curtsy giving the woman a polite and inviting smile the moment he was upright again. Watching as the woman opened her mouth as if to say something else besides thanks she turned to the old man before taking a few steps towards him and his brother. Was it just him or did she seem a little uneasy around the old man? Richard had to admit that his appearance was slightly surprising though at the same time for all he knew the old man could be genuine. He certainly hadn't been to the training room until this day. Either way he was beyond pleased that the princess decided to enter the room instead of leaving which she seemed to have been considering before looking at the old man again. Her company would cut into the bonding time with his brother but quite frankly they had plenty of time for all the brotherly things. This woman was interesting for some reason. Maybe it was just how quiet she was being. It was a breath of fresh air after so many years with Sara's tantrums.
Of course this wasn't the first quiet woman Richard had encountered but he did have a softer spot for quieter women. Then again he did also enjoy a nice conversation every now and then. Hearing the woman speak up again she seemed almost timid in Richard's eyes. The old man had moved forward grabbing the princess' arm and moving her ever closer to the pair of princes. "It's fine my dear brother and I are not at all bothered by your presence milady. It is as he says. If anything you bring something new and fresh to an otherwise repetitive and at times boring activity. Oh and.." Stepping forward he gently and swifty plucked up her hand and bent down placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. "I am Richard Bellerose a prince that hails from Hubris this is my brother Trey Bellerose the current heir. And what might your name be and where do you hail from milady? And you as well old man?"
Letting go of her hand the moment he had finished placing the kiss on her hand and introducing himself he waited patiently for her to reply. Her mannerisms made Richard think that she hailed from a virtuous kingdom which would not be surprising. There were just as many virtuous as there were sinful in the castle currently. At Trey's mentioning of the woman being interested in training Richard waited to hear the answer looking over her shoulder at the old man. Had Richard felt it necessary to give the man a good once over he might have decided something was off about him as well however as it stood he didn't feel like the old man was anything other than just that. An old man. After giving the man a few more seconds of a somewhat calculating stare Richard returned his polite gaze to the princess. The old man wanted Trey to impress the princess with a feat of archery prowess which made Richard grin at his brother. Was it just him or did the old man just call Trey out in front of everyone in the room? Bold perhaps a little too bold though.
"Are you interesting in this sort of thing milady? It would not inconvenience either of us to show you a little. My brother here is good with a bow for the most part. I would think that would interest you more than a sword." His words were just something that stemmed from the fact that the woman didn't look all that strong and wielding a sword tended to take more strength. Well in most cases anyway. There were some heavy bows that required quite a strong person to pull the string back. He was always more of a swordsman himself. Richard swiftly and almost in an unnoticed way slipped beside the princess as the old man slipped near Trey to whisper in his ear. Richard lowered his voice so only the woman would hear and posed a question. "How do you know this old man anyway? Or is he new to you?" The only reason he asked was because the man seemed familiar with the woman.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:36 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant
Location:Corridor
Martin's didn't want to run, and leave this stranger, but he didn't know a way to stem the flow so rapidly...unless. He turned to face a wall and through sheer force of will slammed his head into it. Rocked, but not unconscious, Martin was determined to see things through...as an internal voice cried out ~Don't go half-assing me at a time like this!~
The second time hurt just as much, but the pain was dulled by a blackness that blanketed him, he felt a soothing come over him. as he drifted through the blackness...to a table.(He was surely dreaming) He picked up a piece of fruit and examined it, finding the food preparations adequate for royalty. He looked around the darkness, but little was familiar. So he sat and waited for something to disrupt the stillness of the room. Martin's Body had gone limp after the second collision with the wall. It stemmed the flow of energy to that of a trickle, requiring little to keep the body sustained, and holding little in the host. His head, did not suffer to much damage from the wall, though the force had caused a loss of consciousness...he had suffered a mild laceration to the forehead, leaving a steady stream of blood, and adding a slight streak of red along the left region of his face as his body, lay limp on his left side. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 9:13 am
x Location:Dining Hall.
In the city, unprepared
Run and hide, stand and stare
Building's crumble in my head
Wave a flag, raise the dead
”I..what?” Nikolai had been in the midst of burying his face in his hands, no longer enjoying the sight of Asmoda accosting his father, or the subsequent harping which Demitri was distributing in his ear because of it, ’How could you let this happen?! Did I not tell you that this woman would only bring trouble?!’
But the knight’s implications about their relationship cut through the thick of all of that noise, silencing even Demitri’s angry banter, and leaving both of the twins with an identical look of pure astonishment. This…was taking things too far. It couldn’t be denied that the young heir enjoyed crawling under his parents’ skin, raising their ire with him to a boil simply because he could—because even in being utterly complacent, he could never hope to appease their rigid expectations of him. He’d been pleased to announce that Asmoda was his knight, fully ready to deal with the outcome of those actions later, when the eyes of the other kingdoms weren’t around to pry (his parents would never make a scene in the presence of the courts, and he often took advantage of that fact), but now things were getting…perhaps, just a touch too heavy.
And Asmoda was in over her head—way, way over her head. The pallor of Nikolai’s face lightened just a touch as she watched her denigrating display against his father. It brought him to consider the possibility that perhaps…over a century ago, when the two had known eachother, Erik Basov hadn’t been even half the telekinetic he was now. What could he do now, though, but throw the woman a cautious look, an expression which tried to say, without words ‘Tread carefully- you don’t know what you’re up against’
”I’m rather certain that we have…larger things to worry about at this point, Milani.” The princes response to his Fiance was quiet, just as hushed as hers had been, and he risked a glance her way, only to find her gauging his expression…as if she were looking for something, but he couldn’t pinpoint just what- wait. Oh dear gods, she didn’t actually think that he- ”I- why are you looking at me like that? Of course I didn’t…” A touch of rouge blighted the young heir’s cheeks, his inability to even deny his sleeping with Asmoda cleanly flooring him in a way that only another Prude might understand; He really loathed his virtue.
Erik did well to contain his fury, although he couldn’t keep a look of utter loathing from gracing his eyes; it was a look which flashed first at Asmoda, and then at Nikolai. Had the lout truly shared a bed with this woman? Even with his engagement to another secured, and with the knights reputation engraved into the mind of every Virtuous citizen? He was scarcely able to believe it, and even still hardly able to keep a considerable bout of bile from rising into his chest at the woman’s touch.
For the sake of propriety, he tried to keep his ire under wraps until someone came to haul the woman away, but apparently no knight or guard in this place possessed the courage or tact to do so…and that would soon prove a very dire mistake. Erik allowed his wife to take his arm, his eyes narrowing into slits at Asmoda, at her iron grip upon him,
”Allow me to make something clear to you, wench. You shall not speak to my wife in such a way again, nor will you touch me in such a egregious manner. And if my words, the words of a King, are not enough to dissuade you from this, then allow me to do so through another method.” There were advantages to having his wife’s hands about his arm—the king knew this without even searching for her power; knew that she would already be willing it to course between them, turning his own ability, which was frightening in its own right, into something almost entirely god-like. Erik collected that strength, and the power which ruminated from him in that moment alone was enough to make the entire dining hall shake, as if a small earthquake had erupted beneath the flooring. The effects were not long lasting, however, for the King of Prudence honed that power, and in a flash distributed a greater portion of it towards the knight. It was a force that would potentially throw her, even snap limbs if her grip on him tried to tighten at all. The rest of the energy, muted in comparison to what he’d thrown at the fallen angel, but still entirely potent, was thrown towards Autumn, and Eros—anyone who had been lingering too close to the party without any welcome from the King.
Disinterested in causing a greater scene than what had just transpired, the King turned a cold gaze towards Nikolai and Danae, ”You’re quite right, my love- I’ve grown tired of the company here. Children, we shall call upon you at a later time, for there is…much, that needs to be discussed. ” His tone was laden with a staunch air of finality, forbidding without words any argument on the matter of his leaving…and without another passing glance, the King left the room with his Queen, thoroughly dreading what was likely to transpire between the two now that the knight had made such accusations against his character.
((Oh! Oh! Cuttlefish: Again, sorry for the quality. T.T Oh, and slight disclaimer; no one was auto-hit, feel free to avoid the attacks if you'd like- Erik could be so mad that his aim was off, or whatever~))
Money fuels the fires of war
Only love worth dying for
Together when the sky falls through
A flash of red, I'll fuse with you Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:24 pm
All I want is something realSomething I touch and can feel Cat.
Location: Gardens, moping
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Though her ire wasn't at all diminished, Cat's ability to stay put and pout was being sorely tried after all of about 3 minutes. She paced, she muttered, she even considered throwing things but then discarded that idea.
If she managed to get something through or over a bush and someone happened to be on the other side... well that lesson had only needed to be taught to her once. It had been a difficult enough situation the first time it had happened... Of course, if the insufferable a** of a noble had been willing to let go of the ludicrous idea that Cat had been lying in wait to ambush him for some imagined slight (as if Cat was one to make up slights against her when she had so many real ones to choose from), then the whole thing would have been much simpler.
Stubbing her toe on the base of the fountain brought Cat back to the present with a colorful phrase. She glared down at the throbbing appendage as if her current woes were all it's fault. "This sucks," she muttered petulantly. "And now I'm bored and lonely to boot," she added after a moment of consideration.
Which in Cat's mind, meant that things needed stirring up a bit. But the question in her mind was, of course, how to do so while avoiding her father. "I'll figure it out," she decided before setting off into the gardens with what would appear to be a determined air. However, the pyro's intent was merely to wander around until she found someone she could nettle fairly easily.
-Post timeskippie thing-
It took her a couple hours of wandering aimlessly around the garden but eventually luck found her a target. A smile graced Cat's face as she rounded a corner and caught sight of a satisfactory victim. The smile didn't fade a bit as she clasped her hands behind her back and began to stride forward with a new bounce to her step. "Hello, Dafydd. How are you today?"
((Obnoxiously Ornery Child: Sorry if this is choppy or flows funny, ect. I'm a teensy bit off tonight but the post had to be made.
Edit was done to account for time skip. ))
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I'll hold it close and never let it go
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:19 am
Location: Dinning HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed... Autumn spared a couple glances towards the other occupants of the room as they started to leave in pairs. Apparently, dinner was done. Not that she could really blame most of them, the heirs, it seemed, did not get along with those that raised them. She paused on that thought. Most of them were probably like herself, actually. Raised not by their parents but by nannys and tutors. If her own parents had neglected her then surly the Kings and Queens of these kingdoms were far too busy to attend to their young ones. Until they were needed anyway. She had lost most of her interest in the little quarrel by her original table, now unoccupied, if she ever really had any in the first place.
Her attention was drawn back to her own table. What an unpleasant conversation this was turning out to be. Oh, but how entertaining! There was a brief pause in her attention as she looked up to listen to the King of Lust’s announcement about a new heir for his kingdom. Yep, they only cared when they wanted something from you, when they ‘needed’ you. She was slightly displeased at his way of running out after another girl immediately after his announcement. That seemed rather abrupt, now didn’t it? And did he look mad. Autumn was glad she wasn’t an heir or a child of one of these kingdoms…she was quite content with her position as Countess and cousin.
She watched as Eric spat fire at Asmoda. He was entirely outraged at her antics and for once, Autumn was amused. But she was starting to get tired of everyone just beating on her Grand ma ma, and her face showed it. She only quirked a brow as the room quaked around them and the King fired…whatever that was. Not real, surly, so she didn’t move. It must have only been another illusion, right? Um, no, that was very much a wrong. Her eyes widened as she was hit by the ‘aftershock’ so to speak and she was thrown back hard enough that her chair was knocked back too. She landed with an ‘umph’, reaching up to rub her head, eyes closed. The Countess let her legs fall to the side for decencies sake though miraculously her dress had not flown up along with her fall. Standing slowly, she smoothed her dress out, her face the epitome of boredom as she looked up to the King and Queen, her voice soft, unaccusatory. Almost strangely pleasant and calm.
“I wouldn’t have expected a King of Prudence to act as such. Really, this strong of a reaction for but a simply knight? Surly you hadn’t any need to attack her unless you were afraid of something she has said.”
The Countess’s voice hardly fluctuated, her features remaining quite bored looking as she rubbed her the back of her head before letting her hand fall. Her arms folded into each other as she crossed them, turning from the pair as she looked to see how Asmoda faired.
But I forget to be vain Well I did the best I could I guess xxxxxx xxxxxxBut everything just bleeds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✿OOC✿ sorry short post is short >.<
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 11:06 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: Hallway... BOOM.╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
Tao's clothes had begun to deteriorate, his body slowly becoming visible. It was mainly his shirt that was being torn up, the energy was being focused through his arms and it was coming off them like sparks to hit his chest. He continued to focus energy, and was glad he had picked a direction to fire the ball off in before he began collecting the energy. His eyes had become incredibly blurred, and he lost more sight by the second.
He did not hear Martin, but he could still feel him. Why wasn't he running away? He had told him to! He was trying to get himself killed, wasn't he? But then there was relief, the energy flow lessened, and his body began to stop taking in the energy. He did not hear what Martin had done, nor could he see it.
Good. Good. This is good. He must have ran. No, he could still sense him, barely, but he could. He let out a sigh, taking a breath for once. He prayed that someone wasn't ahead of them, because they would be in trouble if they were. He closed his now useless eyes and concentrated on where Martin was. Okay, just put up a shield... and... The ball exploded away from him, flying off in the opposite direction. He quickly concentrated on himself and Martin and placed a shield around himself and the man. This should hold...
An explosion could be heard off in the distance, not too far away. The shields held, taking the brunt force of the blow without causing either of them any harm.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ I dunno where i just 'sploded. Becca should >>. Never made agreements, just like a gypsy And I won't back down because life's already bit me And I won't cry, because I'm too young to die if you're gonna quit me'Cause I'm a gypsy
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:12 pm
Dafydd Lansing Location GardensxxxxxxxKingdom: PatiencexxxxxxxRank: Second in line for the throne 
When her amethyst eyes sparkled like that, Dafydd was fast learning, that it spelled trouble. Trouble in every sense of the word, and that smile that she'd allowed to nestle its home into her features did little to dissuade the stoic prince of his initial thoughts about his future queen. Slowly, Dafydd closed the pages of his book – a past time he had only recently acquired and allowed for his gelid eyes to meet her mischievous . “Good afternoon, Lady Cat.” He greeted, his face deadpan instead of wary.
It'd admittedly been a few days since he'd seen her last; women, in his opinion had their uses... but she was of none to him since they'd left the catacombs. None to his personal goals. When the time came, yes... he'd need heirs, but until he was crowned, Cat was free to do whatever she pleased. So her insistence upon spending time with her future husband did rightly puzzle the prince. Hadn't she some sort of needlepoint or something to do?
Tutors? Anything?
Apparently not. “I hear your father is here.” He said, struggling to be conversational with her. If she had any clue the devices in his mind... the things he'd done to get to where he was... Would she still insist upon hanging about him?
“Have you had a nice visit?” It was posed as an innocent question, despite how fast news had carried. She was the new heiress to the Lustian kingdom. Dafydd desired more to be the king of his own country; hers would go to the next available heir, or they'd run both. The idea of that power strummed through his heartstrings as though it were a lyre. “Rumor has it that he made you a very important young lady.”
Rumor also had it that the girl didn't know how to do fractions... eleven out of ten people would say the same. And that she threw a fit about being elevated in status. But Dafydd didn't show those conjectures, merely lightly pressed upon an issue he was most certain she'd still be sore about.
"Speaking of importance..." He trailed off momentarily, only to resume his train of thought a few breaths later. "I should see to visiting on my brother. And perhaps, you should see your brothers and sisters. No doubt they'll think me a boar for stealing all of your time of late." A blatant lie, but one done in hopes for the woman to leave him in peace.
Shouldn't his brother be about somewhere? Thanos... Prince of the Snakes. The Lansing gene must have made both elusive, because it was so hard to see the brothers together... But for Dafydd's plan to work.. they'd have to appear to be close. So close no one would ever expect the younger to murder his brother just to assume the throne.
Ah, it would be... delicious.
* Name pronounced, Daaav-ith.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 6:02 pm
 A lady with a violin,
Playing to the seas
Hearken to the sound of calling
I tied myself to the wheel
The winds talk to my sails, not me
Come to me....Come to me... Somewhere _____________________________________________________ there my fate revealed...
I hear but how will I see? Kingdom Lust Rank: Youngest Princess Location:Hall Way
The wretch of a fiance had intervened just before his fist came down to bear Lorelei harm, and Richard's eyes fell into mere slits as he looked upon the aged man. “She's not yours yet, Greene. Which means I alone hold full responsibility to see her punished for not following orders. And I made clear that she was not to be paired for marriage. Lucidly so.” Really, he'd only thought to get Eros and Micah mates. Micah so she'd stop ruining his knights that he'd sent to protect his most precious child. Eros because, if he had a wife.. the cat might leave him alone for a bit longer.
The king snarled, “But if you do end up sporting a marriage with the temptress, I would advise you to keep up with her punishments, else she thinks she is privileged enough to know those around her.” Logically, she should be kept far away from people Richard wanted to remain sane. His voice was cold enough to expel ice in the air, eyes glowering on the form of his youngest daughter.
“You've truly betwitched this one, siren.” He spat, “I should pity him for being so enamored with you; but one day he'll come to know the regret of letting you get close.” The king hoped it would only come too soon. "And I'll find immense joy in his suffering."
Lorelei quivered then from his words, because the truth rang in them as clear as bells; Haven would regret marrying her, would regret awakening within her the full siren that so desperately tried to crawl out of her chest.
The prince seemed to have blocked out the general populace of the castle from bearing witness to the argument – a sign in the king's eyes as a want for a challenge. “Mi'lord. Don't do this.” Lorelei whispered, reaching for the crook of his arm to pull him back from her volatile father. “These disagreements betwixt my sire and I are anything but new. Don't dual on behalf.” Princess Lorelei, ever willing to play the martyr. It was a cowardice thing in her own eyes, but one wiser might have thought that it was a stroke of valor that the feeble young woman wouldn't see. Her father's hand was already at his side, ready to draw a sword, and her amber eyes begged her future husband not to do as Richard desired.
It touched her when he called her his, that he was protective of her, even from her own crosses. From her father, who had been a hellish demon in her life since she'd first shown her face in court. That season... had been a nightmare in every sense of the word. “It's what he wants.”
Richard rolled his eyes heavenward, aggravation not at all masked from his expression when Haven asked just what Lorelei had done to offend him. "She breathes! And with her words, she can stir passion so deep that I'll have wars upon by borders from her driving them mad." Richard accused. “She ruins everything she touches. Men and some women are putty in her hands when she weaves her spell on them.” Lorelei was a destructive sort, no matter which way you spliced it. "Her existence is a hazard to my kingdom. The girl must be reminded of that, and often. Because I've heard the tales of her beauty and beguilement all the way at home. Not only is she engaged to you, she's had to have slept with Veritas to get that arranged, has the heir to Envy -- one of my greatest allies -- nipping at her heels. Lucas Masterson speaks naught of anything but his desire to see her. And as Sara Bellerose stated in the dining hall... Your comrade Ryan, of Humility fancies himself in love with her. And what of Alexander Bellerose? Let us not forget him.... departed as a direct cause of interest in this siren."
Richard let it sit a few minutes, enjoying how Lorelei had blanched and twitched with every accusation, unable to deny any of them at all.
“And how would you feel, Haven Greene... heir to the 'esteemed' Fortitude throne, to know that she's not actually my daughter? That she isn't even a princess?!” He yelled, accusing Lorelei of the age old doubt that he had pent up within his breast.
“Would you marry a b*****d, in good conscience... to taint the blood of your children?” Lorelei's porcelain hand fell from her grasp on Haven's arm, silver tears swimming in her eyes. It was only a rumor... only a rumor that her mother had fallen victim to their sin, and had made love to a siren.... conceiving Lorelei. “She's a whoremonger's daughter and belongs in a convent, or in a brothel, where she can put those sweet songs to use!”
Richard sighed then, releasing his hold on the hilt of his sword. “I'll leave you for now, if only to find my favored daughter.”
His head peaked around the intrusive fiance, and a slow, nefarious smirk paraded about his lips. “He may have saved you from my hand this time, Lorelei... but he can't be around all the time. I'll see you before my visit in this realm is past... and you'll get what you have coming to you. ” And more, for escaping him the first time.
With that, he left them, and the siren's knees buckled underneath her, the princess' skirts making a swish as she fell to the floor. “I'm sorry.” Always he was the hero... as though he truly cared about her. But it was too late to dream that it'd continue. No heir would marry a girl with no dowry, let alone a woman accused of merely posing as a royal. “I'm sorry.” She whispered again, a melancholy harmony weaving in the air, as she fully expected Haven to leave her there and reject any sort of betrothal that he'd been granted with her.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]]
The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 8:21 pm
 Minerva, it's witching hourThe clumsy princess had allowed for it to happen; when she'd backed into the book case, she'd pressed a book to her picture in such a brusque fashion that the frame Veritas had bound her with was dislodged enough that she could slowly make her way out. It took three days.
Three days, but she could taste an air of freedom. And as she stepped out into the abandoned library, her cackle came over the room like a fire. Six hundred years she'd been locked away. Six hundred merciless years she'd been caged by Veritas' handiwork. And six hundred years was enough time for her to sit and brew... on the havoc she'd unleash when she re-gained the liberty of flouncing about the world.
Minerva let the books fly, pages falling about in a dance as she ruined the library with a wave of her hand before leaving through the walls, intending to bring about the ten plagues upon Veritas' castle as soon as she got the whole thing in sight. But, opposition – though the wolf didn't likely know what exactly he was – had been working upon the gardens, undoubtedly one of Veritas' staff members. She felt his aura, disgusted that this thing respected the knave that had kept her sealed away in the two dimensional realms of a photo.
“You're only part wolf now. Part human.” She sneered, wrinkling her nose as she spoke to him. “How about I fix that?” The woman didn't wait for his answer. With a flick of her fingers, she transformed him, causing his fur to retract.. and create what she'd now consider something akin to human. Magic went a long way. "Veritas won't fix that one for a long time." Minerva cackled, the sound shrill.
***The God's Disclaimer: A time skip has been initiated. A few hours have passed.***
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 9:00 pm
 [Art by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
Location/Situation, and Form: Random garden, dealing with an after-spelled headache; wolf form... or is he?Instinct guides the animal better than the man.
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot
Sokar had awoken in his shack feeling ill from the way his head was pounding. He tried to walk it off, wandering through his gardens in an attempt to figure out pretty much What The Hell Had Happened. He remembered the feel of the demon, the one that R had indicated was a serious threat. There were others, who had joined and were ready to attack the demon in the dining hall. Some people had come to the creature’s defense, and even he had felt slight misgivings. but he’d done his duty, and had heard a violent reaction (or rather, felt some aggressive energies) coming from R when he’d been shot by the arrow. He expected to die, and hoped his allies would be able to use the opportunity and kill the demon. But... he wasn’t dead. Just feeling like the one time some of the other Justice knights had convinced him to drink the foul bitter alcohol they enjoyed. Or rather, how he had felt that morning. Liquor did not go well with his physiology.
He wasn’t sure exactly how much, but he could tell that some hours had passed, and he needed to figure out what was going on. So the wolf finished his stroll about his gardens to make sure his head was on straight, then headed towards the castle, wanting to find R and speak with him. His step increased slightly as he wondered if the group’s leader was all right. He had destroyed his one of his flowerbeds, and acted very inappropriately, but he was the miniature ‘pack’s’ leader, in a sense. It was Sokar’s responsibility to check on him.
Pausing to pull out a large weed with his teeth, the wolf dropped it instantly as he felt a massive flux of magic practically appear suddenly before him. Sokar’s ears flattened as the woman-creature (for she smelled like no other woman he’d ever scented before), stood before him. His first instinct was to growl, but his curse’s human instinct told him not to, to instead be fearful, though she had no weapon. She spoke sharply to him, and gave him a question, but then before he could even think of a way to respond (whether by growling, or transforming to his werehuman form to answer in words), she did something. Something unthinkable.
A strange pain made him shut his eyes and whimper sharply. It wasn’t horrendously painful, just caught him completely off guard. It was almost like the pain he experienced when he changed form actually, if he had to give it a comparison. When it receded, the wolf opened his eyes, blinked as something seemed off, then glanced down at his paws.
However, there weren’t any paws on the ground. Only bare human hands.
Not realizing they must be his, even when his brain told his muscles to move them up to his face to get a good look at them, he stared incredulously. The fingers were shaped like his werehuman form, including thumbs, but there was no fur. The flesh was smooth expect for where it wrinkled on knuckles and large palms. Another whimper, this one of fear, started to rise in his throat, but the sensation was so different that he squelched it, not wanting to admit he was no longer a wolf.
Yellow eyes stared in shock and growing horror at the rest of his body. Anyone else would see a very large muscular man (6 feet 4 at least, and over 250 pounds easily) with tanned skin and short-cropped blond hair crouching on all fours, completely naked, crawling around like he was a lunatic of some kind. His physique was strong and near perfect (a lifetime of running to and fro plus heavy lifting did that), but the gardener only saw something abominable. Small and not very noteworthy scars would be apparent along his body, with the notable exception of the larger one that cut across his left cheek. His eyes looked all about himself, moon-yellow orbs that seemed to have both lost and gained something with the change.
The body began to tremble and quiver, as he started to shake his head in negative fashion. A thousand sensations threatened to overwhelm Sokar, from how the slight breeze felt against un-furred skin, to nothing in his vision looking quite the same, and even the feel of gravel under his bare feet. His mind was a whirlwind of absolute chaos, leaving the creature unable to concentrate on anything solid or calming. Those bare feet trampled several of his plants and flowers, without even the slightest notice. Even having forgotten all about the woman-thing standing there who had done this to him, the one who had smelled like so much danger; the man pressed those strange hands to his face and screamed. Screamed like there was nothing left to him but utter despair and disbelief, pain and terror, all rolled into a foreign noise that was the only thing about him that was animal.
The unnatural - that too is natural.
~Goethe
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 12:01 am
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Kitchen Doing: Kirkis: Your friendly neighbourhood ghost butler. Casper Style.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
After hearing the frightening bellow of the strange butler, Thantos was mid – sprint, racing towards the door as fast as he could. He barely heard the ruckus going on behind him as the kitchen staff belligerently told what appeared to be their ‘boss’ that the stiffly dressed young man, pelting towards the door was not a noble at all and merely a thief, and if he heard Kirkis’ explanation as to his royal heritage he certainly wouldn’t admit it.
He didn’t feel like a royal, no matter how often he was told by others and himself that this was true. He still felt like a thief, a common man that held the bluebloods with that special kind of loving scorn that only a common man could hold towards the royals of their country. He still felt the thrill of the chase, the glee that one felt after escaping the coppers with your prize intact, still lusted after sharing the well earned – but not deserved – spoils with his friends.
Thantos barely had time for these thoughts to go through his head before the strange butler appeared before him, blocking his path to freedom. How had he done that? It didn’t look like magic. One second he hadn’t been there, the next he was. Magic was supposed to be flashy, wasn’t it? What was the point of using a fancy teleportation spell if nobody around you knew it? It had to be magic though, he had been sure he hadn’t been there before. Had he? “My lord! Please forgive my staff for their rude misconduct.” The butler bowed to him so low that his hair flopped all over his face. “If you wish for a specific dish, I would gladly ask for its creation if your meal was not acceptable.” Thantos stared at the man in disbelief. Where had that come from? How did he know? He felt a sinking feeling begin in the pit of his stomach. Could he never escape it? Dare he say it, but that little chase had been fun. It had been a little taste of the freedom he had lost, and now that butler had taken it away from him.
And then just when he thought he had figured the butler out, he straightened from his bow, and placed one hand on his chin as if he were pondering some great philosophical discussion.“Based on what they were accusing you of, would you happen to be the young man who... appropriated some of the cutlery? No matter, my Lord. Old habits die hard, and all that. I will ask them again to refrain from insulting you and chucking you out of the kitchen, but I cannot promise they won’t give you a couple of dirty looks,” Thantos stared at the man in incredulity. Where had this come from? First it was all ‘My Lord’ this and ‘Forgive me’ that, now he was treating him like an equal (He also knew he had stolen that cutlery... perhaps he knew how it had disappeared? That was probably an inappropriate question though, given the circumstances...).
The butler chuckled; not letting the man’s stunned silence get in the way of his friendly tirade. “Might there be anything I can get for you? Formal introduction to one of your family members? Some more comfortable clothing, though still suitable for your position (those do look a bit uncomfortable, if I do say so myself)“Name your request for enjoyment or recreation, I wouldn’t want you to grow too bored now.”Thantos blinked for a moment, his brain still processing the ton of information the castle’s overly friendly, strange butler had just dumped on him.
“Errr...” He said, before ducking his head ashamedly and looking away from the man. Well, at least he didn’t have to try to
“Oi never got no food, and oi was commin’ to get some when yer girlie ‘ere came and assa-” He stopped himself. There was no need to talk himself out of this one, he was a noble now apparently; if he complained (His fault or no), he would probably get them all in trouble. He had nothing against kitchen staff, they were fabulous opponents. Things would be too easy to steal without them.
“Ahh...” He said again, his eloquence astounding him. “No. Oi’m fine. But... if ya could foind ‘ooeva stole all moi shirts an’ trousers, oi’d be much obliged.”
He sighed, and turned away. Things were very, very complicated now. He suddenly smiled, a sly, slow smile. He might be a royal, but perhaps he didn’t quite have to act like one...
The heir/thief suddenly shot out a hand, grabbed a nearby loaf of bread, and without a backward glance legged it out of the kitchen. As he ran he grinned, and somewhere inside knew that the butler probably understood. He was a thief out of water now, and he supposed as a royal he had the right to steal a loaf of bread every now and then.
Food in possession he turned back to the castle, back to his room. There was nothing out here for him now, he might as well go back to his solitude.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI'm all of nothing  {{Oval Orange Cats: We interrupt this time skip to bring you Void's rather belated reply to Cideon. Please keep in mind that this all occured BEFORE the time skip. Thank You.}}
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 3:17 pm
▂▃▅▆█ɕregoir Ƀascov█▆▅▃▂  What? My Title? - Prince
This is where I am Drunk - Bedroom, hallway, main hall.
What am I doing? What are you doing? - My parents? Here? Wheres the alcohol...If only they knew...
The pain I've been through...
...They Might Understand me ╔════════════════╗
Gregoir awoke from his seemingly everlasting slumber. Raising from the bed, that seemed to groan at his leaving, he broke into a rather long stretch. Underneath the covers he noticed something moving. Followed by a weight being applied around his waist to drag him back down. Quickly he threw them back to reveal a red haired woman whom, not surprisingly, he didn't recognize. Gently he removed her arms from his waist and slipped from the bed. He was sure about what had happened since he wasn't wearing an ounce of clothing and with all wine bottles and beer mugs lying about.
Moving to his wardrobe from his bedroom, Gregoir began to select his clothing for the day. After pulling on his undergarments he picked out an elaborate brown tunic with gold embodiments around the neck, on the shoulders, the cuffs, and the bottom of the tunic. Looking at the tights that were recommended to go with the tunic Gregoir shuddered at the thought of wearing them, "Don't worry boys, I wouldn't dare smother you." Patting his... delicacies gently. He threw the tights aside and instead pulled on a pair of loose ebony pants. It was far from matching but Gregoir didn't have the tendency to care much. Before leaving the wardrobe he slipped on his sandals and headed for the door that would lead into the main room.
After stumbling of bottles, clothes, and mugs Gregoir finally pushed threw the oaken door to the main room. At the sight of it his brow furrowed as he tried to recall the events of last night. Eventually, though, he gave up and began to weave his way through sleeping bodies, broken vases, empty bottles, garments of clothing, and more naked people. Finally reaching the door he glanced back at the room and tried one more time to remember last night. But being unsuccessful he shrugged and left the confines of his sleeping quarters.
Closing the door quietly behind him, Gregoir began to head for the stairs. As he did he passed a couple of servants along his way. Each giving him a worrying look that didn't last for more than a moment before they hurried along. It was a tad awkward for them to look that way towards him. In fact it was really quite disturbing for them to be looking at him like that. So the next person he passed Gregoir stopped them to ask, "Whats with all the concerning looks I've been getting?" He noticed that the servant instantly looked around nervously and he had to swallow before answering, "Milord, I'm sure it's nothing. I'll talk to them at once." But before Gregoir could say anything further the man scurried off after the other servants.
Deciding that pursuing the problem any further Gregoir turned towards the direction that lead towards the stairwell and began walking again. But as he was about to descend the staircase he noticed a silhouette of a woman. Which brought a broad grin to his features as he noticed it was none other than, "Dorian." he muttered under his breath. He descended the stairs two at a time to make sure he would catch her. What made the situation even better she seemed to be interested in some kind of book. Moving slowly and cautiously he moved to her blind side. Once within arms reach he began getting that same feeling as he always did when he was around her. And feeling a strong urge to be close to her he wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, "Good morning Princess, we could make this a great morning." At least, he thought it was morning. He now noticed that the book was in a different language, most likely her own. The other he was unclear about.
╚════════════════╝ ...and I'll wash away the pain
so bring me a drink...
But no one will know...
((Oh Orange Cookies: It's alright I guess. Sorry again for the wait. Also, Dorian placed with permission.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:27 pm
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet..."Mainly Main Forum
 
The young heiress watched with a mild type of shock as Martin smashed his head against the while. As though he had no sense just to run away. Honestly, what better could he do the man if he was unconscious rather than just somewhere else? She did know this much from him now – Martin liked to spend a lot of time in an unnatural form of unconsciousness. That or he really just liked pain.
And as Tao decided that he didn’t want to fire out of the window that she’d opened for him not but moments ago, before Martin started to bang his head against the wall, Dorian decided that it would be safer somewhere else. An energy needing being she was, but she could only take energy when it was served in a certain way. Taking a ball of violent energy to the chest would hurt her just as much as anyone else. The soft clicks of her shoes didn’t echo nearly as much as she walked away because of the explosion that Tao had caused with his lack of thought.
The wall of the turning hallway made for a great cover against any debris that may have fallowed. Or even the wayward energy - it all would have had to have magically turned a corner to get her. And since objects usually didn't do that on their own or in an explosion, Dorian found herself perfectly safe. However, after it all went boom Tao and Martin were still in there. Prone, probably injured. And neither had given any thought to how they'd get themselves out of it after the "glory" of the explosion.
Men.
Dorian turned back around the corner, walked away from the debris, and went to get someone that could actually help the two fools that were unconscious. Heaven forbid that anyone actually suffer for their mistakes the hard way...however, what the physician and assistance did with Tao and Martin afterwords wasn't up to her.
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Her hair bounced freely as she moved into the open Main Hall from the outside. There was a book, written in Avarician, held just barely open in her hand as she walked through. Philosophical poems that rolled off the tongue, the play on words and language used so beautiful. Open, possibly romantic in some parts, but the beauty lay in the way she could image it spoken. The sound of words, the tone of voice. Now, the other book she’d brought with her was something much more satiric on life itself. It was done in the native language of Fortitude.
And she was lost, well as much as she could be lost, in one of her favorite stanzas when she felt someone stop her momentum by the arms that was looped around her torso right before the skirt flared out. She might not be able to feel the heat of arms because of the front of her dress, but she could feel it through the back.
Her head tilted lightly to the side when his head moved in, just making sure to give them a symbolism of space for just a moment. Gregoir, obviously. If the voice and actions hadn’t spoken loud enough for him, his energy sure did. He would be way too easy to feed from if she gave him the chance. Sadly she was trying to keep her promise intact in the physical world…still, he could prove very amusing and useful.
“It is after mid day, Prince Gregoir,” Dorian said in a hushed tone, allowing him a moment more to soak her in - a moment that depending on his idea could seem like eternity or as though she’d been ripped away too soon.
Lightly, she ran her hands down his arms to where he connected the hold together. It took only a moment to move out of his hold and to face him, his hands still lightly in hers with a thin book in each hand as well. She brought both of his hands closer to her in a fluid ease that came so quickly to her. Her lips pressed lightly against the back of the palms, ghosting there in a familiar politeness that went above and beyond what was normal. At the same time she did that, she bowed, possibly making him have to bend forward given the distance of the arms. As she rose, her eyes moved up with her in a dragging fashion without really needing to be obvious, thanks to lots of practice, mostly curious to see how presentable he was for the day. He was dressed well and she could just as easily tell what his idea of men lower fashion wear was just from the skim upwards as she stood back to her full height, his hands still in hers.
“Are you fairing well mon petit prince d'elfe?” Her voice asked, a pleasant smile on the flushed tone of her lips. “Is your head and body still in pain from your experience in the catacombs or are you well enough to be up and about once more?”
She could just as easily see that he wasn’t in any identifiable pain, but she thought to tease him lightly on it. After all, the pain he’d had wasn’t what one would call threatening.
“I would hope you are feeling better – many of the royal families have come to visit. Even a portion of yours.”
Dorian slowly moved her hands away from his. Better to wean away someone from physical contact with her than a clean break. Usually gave them time to adjust. Besides, she wanted to see what he’d do as she slowly removed herself and stepped back almost as much as how she wanted to see how he interacted with his parents.
"And for every bundle of roses there is a bunch of thorns."
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