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 Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:53 am
-- Location - Library then to greet Father -- |1323| -- Heir of Humility -- |Now here we stand with their blood on our hands| |We fought so hard now can we understand| 
Ryan had become even more introverted than ever before in light of everything going on and had only ventured out of the confines of his room to go to the library or see his sister. She had been especially tired these last few days which meant she had exhausted herself magically in the catacombs. He couldn't quite meet her gaze for fear of seeing the image that was firmly etched into his mind and made sleeping a rare thing. If he got more than three hours without waking up in the middle of a nightmare then he was lucky. Still he had also ventured out into the woods to find water with which he could spend time in. His body craved water at times because of what he was. It was currently the only thing keeping him looking well rested even if he didn't feel well rested. What had happened in the catacombs haunted him even while awake. It was because of that and the whole thing with the mirrors that had lowered Ryan's opinion of the god of the castle. Not that Ryan thought it would ever bother the god.
Still he should be held responsible for what he did to them. After all his little game put the life of everyone in the castle in jeopardy. Including all the heirs which should not have gone unpunished. However he knew it would. Ryan could still clearly remember what had happened. It had happened just before being teleported out of the catacombs. He happened upon what he thought to be the fateful urn and picked it up curious. Only to have the image fade and to be replaced by what he had initially thought to be the disembodied head of his sister. Horror had etched in his features that quickly turned into emotional pain as the image faded and was replaced by his deceased mother's. Dropping the thing in horror Ryan quickly hid the action behind a mask of exhaustion. He didn't want to burden his group any further than he already had. He himself was guilty of putting the life of two princess' in jeopardy after all. Perhaps he should have not gone unpunished himself. Was this his punishment?
Sighing at the thought Ryan continued to sit where he was currently in the library which had easily become his most visited place in the entire castle. His hiding place from all the other occupants. From all the other royals. After all compared to other places he had visited in the castle the library tended to remain rather empty in comparison. And given that he liked to sit in the corner somewhat out of sight he didn't get bothered very often. After all who was going to actively seek him out? Lorelei? She had her own things to deal with considering her own engagement. Nathaniel? As much as Ryan liked to think the two were friends Nathaniel had not sought him out at all for anything. Who did that leave? Lucien had his own things to deal with as well. Sara had proven what she thought after the Catacombs while they waited for the magic to wear off. They had literally sat there awkwardly and not saying anything while waiting for it to wear off. Ryan because he wasn't sure what to say and Sara for whatever reason she had. All he knew was she skipped off afterward. So the likelihood of her looking for him was probably the least likely.
Sitting in silence with his head rested on his fist Ryan was reading a book when the first servant of the castle approached him. Hearing the message the servant had for him Ryan got a slight look of surprise. His father was here? That was a slightly troubling because if his father was here then Ryan got the feeling that it was more than just a social visit. "Thank you for informing me." Watching as the servant left Ryan bit his lip. What reason could his father have for coming? Did he have bad news? Or had recent events gotten Ryan to the point where he just naturally expected bad news? Maybe everything was fine and he was just being paranoid. Considering his next course of action he should probably go meet his father. Surely he would want to hear how Ryan was doing coupled with what he thought of his betrothed and possibly even what his thoughts on the host were. Standing up and brushing his clothes off and running his fingers through his hair to make himself more presentable he started towards the exit.
Then the second servant appeared and Ryan stopped curious as to what this servant had sought him out for. Hearing the message the man offered Ryan nodded to him and dismissed him as well not moving any closer to the exit anymore. If Naedira was with their father for the moment then surely she could use a few minutes alone time with him herself to talk and catch up. After all Ryan was still unsure how he might respond to possible questions. Should he act like everything in the castle was fine and their host wasn't a horrid and unpleasant man? Should he pretend he was fine? What of Sara? Ryan was still unsure what to think of the banshee. After all she had surprised him in the catacombs when she showed a much kinder side than was usual. Therefore he didn't quite know what to think of her just yet. Well aside from thinking that she deserved a better man for a husband. Taking a seat again Ryan forgot the books as he thought of what to say. How to act around his father, He felt even more exhausted now than ever before.
Sitting still for what seemed like an eternity lost in his thoughts Ryan bit his lip again unintentionally drawing him out of his little trance. He would have liked to sit longer and continue thinking about what to say but that would have been rude to his father. Not to mention his sister. He would just have to erase the disturbing images from his head for the time being. For the sake of his family if nothing else. His white shirt and black pants had been cleared of all possible wrinkles by the time he found his family. Smile planted firmly on his face he stopped and ducked back around the corner at the sight of that awful succubus that his sister called a friend. Silently groaning Ryan let out a sigh and slipped his hands in his pockets. Walking back around the corner with the previous smile back on his face Ryan made his to his family waving as he approached. "Good to see you are doing well father." Dropping into a formal bow to those present Ryan stood back up straight.
"And you as well sister. Sorry I have not ventured out of the confines of the library very often. It just has so many interesting things to discover in it. Oh and Lady Dorian always a pleasure." There was another groan that didn't make it to his face and was kept inside his own head. Looking around for a moment Ryan gestured towards the dining hall. "Let's go grab some breakfast and catch up. I am famished and we might run into Lady Sara. I am sure you are dieing to meet her after all. Ladies first." Waiting patiently Ryan kept the polite expression coupled with the smile. He was pleased to see it wasn't entirely forced. He was glad to see his father and even Naedira once the images were gone. Too bad he let them plague him for the last few days. Still now was as good a time as any to make up for it. "How are things at home? I trust everything goes well? It seems like an eternity since I have seen it's halls."
|We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days| |Through the fire and flames we carry on|
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:42 am
Location: Entrance HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
 xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed... Autumn sighed as the ebony mare she rode trotted along the road towards Veritas’s Castle. How troublesome…bandits setting traps in the woods and what not. Who does that? Digging holes for the wheel to fall into and break, jumping out of the trees like a pack of heathens. It was lucky that the guard that her parents and fiancé sent along with her were at least competent, the scene they left behind for the next travelers wasn’t all too gruesome. Not that her carriage being almost hijacked, some of her guard being killed, and her possessions being almost stolen were her worries…
I can’t fall asleep on a horse…how dull…
She looked up lazily towards the gathering storm clouds that turned the sky a dark grey through the foliage. Maybe they should travel a bit faster to beat the weather. Her eyes cast around to find the only color left around, the setting sun. She squinted against the fiery mandarin barley visible through the branches before looking back towards the roadway, hoping to see a break in the woods and a stone wall. She was rewarded instead with a vision of a hound dog lopping casually in front of them. It slowed, keeping pace with her and her horse. She almost snorted at its crazy multicolored fur and ridiculous size. The thing was as big as her mare. It lagged its tongue out, turning its head to search her face. Autumn looked back, meetings its gaze with her own half closed eyes. Well, at least this was some sort of entertainment. It tilted its head in a quizzical expression, its tongue slopping back into its mouth. Suddenly, its ears perked, its head raised a bit in concentration. The hound turned suddenly, galloping off in another direction. She sighed, ignoring the judgmental glances from her guard. Their only job was to get her to the castle, not question her sanity.
Ah finally. She was rewarded at last with the sight of a grey wall before her vision instead of the endless stretch of brown and green woods. The party stepped lightly out of the forest, one guard in front, two to the rear of the Countess. As they approached the steps, the guard lept down from their steeds, one handing off their horse to another as he turned to offer the woman a hand down. As she swung her leg over the rear of the mare and took his rough, gauntlet clad hand, her eyes searched the splendor before her. It was a beautiful castle no doubt but was it really that much safer from the war than her own home? Was this really necessary for her to stay here? She sighed yet again, noticing the mug stain on the hem of her ivory dress. What a bother. Autumn walked up the front steps, leaving the horse behind for the guard to tend to.
Touching the door, light surprise touched her eyes as the door opened. She wiped the expression off her face before entering the main hall. Casting her gaze around, she spotted several people, none of which she was really interested in speaking with at the moment as they were mostly girls. Hiding her distaste, she strolled along further into the hallway slowly, hoping that perhaps someone might be of some service in deciding her lodgings.
But I forget to be vain Well I did the best I could I guess xxxxxx xxxxxxBut everything just bleeds xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✿OOC: By the way, the dog is not real, no one else can see it.✿:
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 11:52 am
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Edge of forest
Tantra smiled lightly as Theoran spoke, and she moved slightly to get away from the wind that brought the smoke into her face. "Agreed."
She let out a small giggle as Theoran mentioned the feces monster, "That is something I could live without." She let out a small yawn, she was actually wide awake but she could use another house or two of rest. Maybe she should have slept in the castle.
"Oh." She turned to face the castle when Theoran mentioned the air of expectancy. "There are people coming. Royals, from what I could tell." She smiled knowingly, "The forest told me about it last night before I dozed off. There is a couple more on the way, and some have already made their way to the castle.
Her eyes scanned the forest, it was only a few days prior that someone was murderer nearby. She had tried to figure out exactly what happened, but the earth would tell her nothing. It seemed like the forest was trying to protect her, to keep her out of trouble. "From what I can tell the Royals are visiting, they don't have a lot of carry-ons and the carriages are staying instead of leaving back to their kingdoms." She thought for a second, "Maybe friends of the heirs and other royals are visiting." A chill sent up her spine, as she realized she might be in a bit of trouble. She had the banshee still mad at her, and surely enough her family was to find out about the attack soon enough. She only hoped that they would be too busy catching up with all the going ons long enough for her to hide again.
"I'm not too sure I want to find out, though. The royals don't fancy me much, so I might just hide out here until they leave." She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes, not exactly sure what she should do. She'd rather not meet with the kings and queens, if it was them who were visiting. She was dying to get her hands on a harp though, maybe to show that she could play something more than a flute.
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:11 pm
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: The fringes of the forest. Theoran's face twisted slightly in disgust at the though of more royals arriving, if only to stay a short while, to this quickly shrinking castle. Already he couldn't fart without hitting someone of noble blood, but so far it had been heirs and their siblings. Kings, queens and older relatives brought with them at least twice as many years of prejudice and conflicting ideas, and the need to squabble for the simple fact that they were rival kingdoms. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. But then his arrogance and short-sightedness had been almost literally beaten out of him when he first started on the path of a mercenary, and for that he was thankful. But then another though came to mind. "Curious as to how they will react when they find out about the murder," he said suddenly. "That is, of course, if Veritas chooses to let them hear it," he added in quickly, "I'm sure he has ways of keeping us quiet about that particular event, or at least distract us from it. Like the marriage arrangements." He was speaking his thoughts as they came, for he knew Tantra was an outside party when it came to royal affairs, just as much as he was. Theoran suddenly burst out chuckling at the priestesses last remark, and it took a few moments before he could settle down enough to voice the joke. "Veritas forbid that the royal families of rival kingdoms should unite in the effort to smite such a small priestess in training." His chuckling barely stopped long enough to finish the sentence. When at last he had his mirth under control, he took on a slightly more serious tone. "I'm sure they would be more concerned with the fact Veritas, whom was charged to keep the heirs safe, sent them into the catacombs where I'm sure the possibilities of death are limitless. And all for, I do not doubt, our Godly hosts amusement." He scratched at the stubble on his chin, which was notably better kept today than it had been since he arrived. "Again, that is if Veritas doesn't provide a distraction," he was quick to add yet again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 4:47 pm
 Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Atop of the western spireJack Rohaun, or "R" as most knew him as, had separated himself from the princess he was bound to the moment the spell had worn off. It was a relief to be rid of the company he was forced to stick with: The wraith infected knight Jasper, the half-ice demon Alice, Princess Madelyne, Cat-Demon Eros, and the Elf Danae. It made him feel claustrophobic being surrounded. It was better for him to distance himself from those souls and continue his hunt for Xard.
The Hell Daemon was still in lurking in the dimension that housed so much royalty. He felt it in his arm. Xard was still looking for something. He had not found any clue as to what that something was. If only he could find Xard's exact location, but the castle was a maze of rooms. The corridors changed often. Not every room was the same. It was a wonder how nobody got lost within the castle's interior. He would like for some bodies in particular to be taken by ever hungry monster structure, but his wishes never came true.
With nothing to go on, Jack could only keep his eyes and ears open for any sign of Xard or his handy work. Anything that was out of the ordinary, well more foreign than unusual, was normally Xard's doing. To locate any evidence required the hunter to search high and low for any clues, but right now Jack saw something else to take hold of his interests.
There was the black clad with bloody hair mercenary standing atop of the western spire. His normal gloved hand held onto the flag post, as his metal plated boots stuck to the ramp for support. His cloak billowed in the wind around him. He walked around it to see carriages bearing coats of arms of various types. "More land barons and imperials..." grumbled "R" with an irritant tone. He could only imagine more drama to unfold with their arrival. He went to leave, but decided to look back at the pair leaving a carriage to meet two he had seen in the grand hall three days ago. By the way they were acting towards one another it could only mean, "So some parents have arrived to check up on their kids. Very powerful political figures are taking time from their schedules to come all the way out here. Idiots..." With this development, Xard would most likely take advantage of the situation and make a grand opportunity for himself. Jack had to watch all the kings and queens now. For where power was, so was Xard.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:59 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location: Edge of forest.
Tantra could only smile at Theoran laughing, until he spoke. She started giggling along with him, her small high pitched giggles ringing out through the forest. It felt good to laugh. She let out a deep breath, stopping her laughter a moment after her friend.
"I'm sure Veritas will be more than able to distract them, or destroy them if he must." She shrugged and gave a quirky smile, "Who knows, maybe we could get lucky and the second one will happen."
She closed her eyes again, taking in the scents around her and the wind that was slightly blowing through the forest. "I'm actually curious as to what will go down when they find out about everything. I'm sure one will blame the other for the murder, and go at one another tooth and nail - like children fighting over a toy." She smiled at the image in her head. "Sometimes I wonder just why I stay here, I could easily leave and never be seen." She thought for a moment before she continued speaking. "I guess it's because I made a promise to do what I could to help, even if it be that my version of helping is giving them a common enemy that they all despise." She shrugged it off and looked over the Theoran.
"So what now? Do we descend into the pit of beasts, or shall we stay and hide here for a bit longer?"
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:58 pm
 AsmodaKingdom: None Rank: Fallen knight of Patience Location:Main Hall
((OOC: Anything in italics is a memory/flashback.))
Asmoda let her mind fade to black, sinking deep into her mind. What did the voice want from her? More importantly, who did the voice belong to. Who ever it was, they felt familiar to Asmoda, like she had known the speaker for a long period of time, but that was impossible. The strange thing was that Asmoda was alone in this room. The voice had brought her here and left her, why would it do that? All she could do now was wait until she was allowed to leave. How she hated waiting.
Asmoda opened her eyes. Three days had passed since she woke up in the room, Caleb's body lying torn on the floor, her body drenched in his blood. It was shocking at first, but just because she did not expect to wake up near a dead body. There was no doubt in her mind that she killed him, there was no one else around and she was covered in his blood, but the strange thing was that all of her weapons were clean, and they would not have created the wounds found on Caleb's body. There were no tracks in the room suggesting that something else came and did the deed, it was very odd.
In the end she was not that upset that he was dead. People died, and many times she was the one to kill them. Did she like killing people? No. Was he annoying? Yes. In all honesty she might have ended up killing him anyway, he did have the strange idea that he would be able to dictate what she did, no one told Asmoda what she needed to do, especially not a man. Really the only thing that she wanted was to remember how she killed him, it promised to be very interesting. Instead she was left with the memory of sitting in an empty room stuck in the back of her mind. Who ever the voice was she deserved to die, or what ever the equivalent was for a bodiless voice. This was her body and she had the right to kill people the way that she wanted to kill them, not the way that some psycho voice dictated.
But sitting in her room moping was not going to solve any problems. Unfortunately this castle provided little in entertainment as far as she was concerned. The nobles were acting as nobles tended to do, sitting in corners talking, turning their noses up at anyone who was not in their group. Thank god that Nikolai was not like that, she would be forced to kill him, not matter that he saved her life. Where was the boy anyway, she had not seen him since they left the catacombs, certainly he knew by now that she killed Caleb, it was quite obvious. Then again the people here were very dense, he probably needed her to tell him that it happened, the poor boy. She was not worried that he would get angry at her and take some sort of action, he had potential but at the moment he did not have the spine to fully stand up to her. Attacking someone tended to lead to such relations. In her defense she was not exactly herself the first time, and the second time she had no memory.
She would go spar again, well practice on her own since their seemed to be no one at the castle willing to spar her. She knew that she was good, most likely able to beat everyone here, but the practice was still worth it, especially since she desired to become a master of the sword as well as the spear. One day perhaps she would wield both at once, and all would fall before her. She stared at the Armor stacked to the side of the room, completely polished for the first time in decades. It was mostly for show, though she wore it sometime when she trained for the weight. During the battle she found the armor silly, it slowed the fighter down over balancing the protection that it provided. She walked to the corner of the room and picked up Cruor, the bones tied to the top of the shaft clacking as she slung it onto her back. Gifts from a friend that she had not seen for years, her job teaching at Wrath's Castle left her with little social life. Perhaps in another life she would have loved the job, for at one time she love people. That was before she was shone the true nature of sentient beings. They were selfish, all of them. She had met few exceptions, and it was those exceptions that she considered 'friends'.
Wearing the same scowl that she had been for weeks, she left her room and wandered down the hall. One good thing about being here for the weeks that she had been was that the servants knew to avoid her when she was in one of her moods. She would not yell at them like the nobles, but the glares she graced those around her with tended to be quite chilling. Many of them did not mind because when she was not in a bad mood she was not only nice to them, but she would often offer to help them with their tasks. Asmoda really did not care what they thought about what she did, for she only did it so that she would have something to occupy her time. Plus it allowed her a chance to poke fun at the other visitors.
She entered the main hall, pausing at the amount of people gathered there. It was strange, usually the place was completely empty, but several people were filling in through the main gates. Was there some sort of ceremony that she was not made aware of. She would not be surprised if there was some event and no one told her, which was just as good because she had better things to do than watch a bunch of people talk about how great they were. She sighed at the screeching people in their finery, that pair bore the seal of Fortitude, and those two.
s**t.
Asmoda stepped into a corner. Erik was here, what was she going to do? How long had it been since they ended their affair, how long had it been since she was thrown from their castle with words like whore and slut thrown at her. It was so long ago, yet the wound hurt like it just opened today. Certainly she did not still feel something for him still after he treated her the way that she did, but there was no denying the fact that her heart was racing. She could confront him and make a scene, but what would Nikolai think? Not that she really cared what the Heir thought, but she pledged her loyalty to the boy so she should not rush into anything, but what would hiding in the shadows get her. She could not hide forever. God she hated these games, why could life not be settled in duals, games of skill as opposed to money and status. She would talk to Nikolai later, form a battle plan. She was a general at one point, she knew how to win a war. It was all about waiting for the right time to strike, that was the way of patience. While on one had she still wanted to be with Erik, he was the best lover that she had taken, another part of her burned with anger at the injustice she was served. Look at the trollop of a wife he had left her for. Well there was no hope for her as far as love went, she was a bitter, old woman now. Revenge would be the answer, but it would have to be a fitting revenge.
She sighed, dreaming of ways that she could get back at the King of Prudence as the pair walked away, this would be very interesting, like a game of chess where the first move was made with a blind fold on. She had the element of surprise at the moment and she would be careful not to loose it. Chuckling to herself she pulled a servant to the side. "Go find Nikolai of Prudence and tell him that his knight says 'Your parents are here, consider this a test of courage. Don't disappoint me." The servant nodded, rushing away, she knew that Asmoda would expect the job done and she did not want to let down the warrior. Smiling Asmoda leaned against the wall surveying the room.
There was a woman swathed in black, a mask covering most of her face. Surely it could not be, but who else dressed in such a way. Slowly Asmoda crossed the hall towards Somni. Why would Somni be here, it had been so long. Yet there she was speaking to some bald headed man (Keirnan). Clearing her throat Asmoda approached her pair. "Somni it has been such a long time, how have you been? What brings you here?" She asked, her voice showing only the slightest amount of interest. She really wanted answers, but she did not want to sound like some chit in front of anyone, especially not a stranger who she had no interest in getting to know. He would get a nod, that was it. Perhaps if he spoke to her she would speak back, though her words would be laced with sarcasm.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 12:01 am
I will be my namesake, a sanctuary for me people.
I will shield and protect them no matter the cost.
I will think of them when I make my decisions.
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Haven Greene
Kingdom: Fortitude ..................Rank: Heir ...................Location: The Dining Hall- Getting Ready for a Painful Meal.
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There were many things that Haven wanted as he led his parents down the hall, but food was not on the list. He did not love Lorelei, but he did like her and cared for her. He knew that his mother would not react well, but hearing the woman on his arm being called a whore did not sit well with him. He championed people, he always had, whether they needed it or not, and he would most certainly be the champion of the woman that would one day be his wife. He could have stood up for her and spoke back to his parents, let his mother know how wrong she was, but he was not like them. He would not cause a scene. There was a difference between being brave and being a fool. He would stick with his dry commentary until a time came that he would have to take more drastic action. Many people thought he did not care about the things that went on around him, but it was more the fact that he was reserved and polite. He was not always nice on the inside, but he was a diplomat. Speaking his mind could lead to a negotiation going the opposite of how he wanted, so he learned at a young age to bite his tongue.
~Ignore my mother, she can be quite the shrew sometimes.~ He thought to Lorelei. He would not tell her, but he was actually proud of her. She stood strong against his mother, many women he knew would have either cried or yelled, but she stood there in proud silence. She was not immune to the words of his mother though, he could tell by looking at her. She was pale and shaking. Haven closed his eyes for a second, guilt washing over him. He wished that he could spare her this, but his shields only blocked physical attacks, he could not stop the words from cutting her deeply. ~She is not right though, you are not a whore, no matter what someone says.~ His mother would not be happy when she found out that Haven was going to allow Lorelei to take lovers other than him, but that was something that he would let the woman find out for herself. There was no need to start wars while his parents were visiting. He would have to play slightly careful until he was King. It was not the power he wanted, but the freedom to help people. That was his calling in life.
He smiled as his brother approached them. This was going to be an interesting breakfast, the two sons that were disliked and the future daughter in law that was a whore. He put his arm around his brothers shoulders hugging him tightly. "It is nice to see you John, do you know where your betrothed is this morning, it would be nice if she could meet her future in-laws don't you think?" He could feel his mother stiffen behind him. She would have agreed to John's marriage as well, but she would not have been able to pick the woman. No doubt she was worried that his brother two would get a princess of lust. It was a wrong assumption, but the truth would not be much better. A woman from Avarice would not be much better. Maybe they would all be able to meet over the coming meal, it would be quiet a nice meal with his mother yelling shrilly as she seemed want to do these days.
He paused at the doors to the Dining hall, prepairing himself for the coming meal. Family meeting were always tense. The disappointment from the parents was almost tangable. There sons did not please them, and they would make sure that Haven and John knew that they were failures. In all honesty, Haven could not say why they felt the way they did, especially when it came to John. Haven was always a dissappointment, but John was not. They used to love his brother, what had caused that to change? They would never know.
He walked over to one of the empty tables and pulled a seat back from Lorelei to sit in before sitting himself. "If you will Sit I am certain that the servants will be here soon with food."
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On my Honour, on my blood, on the magic that runs through my veins
I say these words, I swear this oath.
As a Greene I am henceforth bound.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 12:41 am
WITH OOC Location:Main Hall
Kingdom: Wrath
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And once again, the doors opened. The masked weaver turned to look over her shoulder towards the door. What was this thing walking in here? She wrinkled her nose behind her mask as she studied the cat. Well, was it even a cat? It walked on two legs? It was so big too. Interesting. Interesting indeed. She studied it for a while, a smile coming to her lips. Perhaps she would have some fun watching this one? Perhaps she would have fun watching them all?
She watched a blue haired girl (Ella) approach the cat and the woman with him. Speaking of which, that woman was an appreciator as well, just of something different, wasn’t she? Hm. Lots of people here. Not what she had really expected, but again, perhaps it would mean the greater fun to watch them all? More than likely.
Even another one entered (Autumn). Would the line of people never cease? Slowly, Somni dropped her hand down to check for her journal again. Perhaps this thing would become less about her but more about her observations? More than likely. She finally felt the book hidden in her black cloaks and smiled still. She coughed lightly, but her smile would stay in place. At least, until she heard someone saying her name, and was that voice familiar?
Somni whipped around to look towards the woman who had said her name. She stared wide-eyed from behind her mask for a moment, a look more than likely familiar to Asmoda. Ah yes. She did know this one. And though her smile was hidden, it grew even wider, to the point where her cheeks raised, probably visible through the eye holes of her mask.
“Eets been too long. I’s been good, bit bissee. I come ‘ere by ourders, es no my choice. No want to leave mai church. Et no leave good feeling wiz mei. Eh you?”
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 2:34 am
  
~Kingdom: Hubris~
~Title: Heir~
~Location: Dining Hall~
To say that Trey had been relieved to escape the catacombs fairly unscathed was an understatement. Discovering that his betrothed had been killed by her mirror image was quite unexpected, but he couldn’t say that he was too disappointed to be liberated from the arrangement that Veritas had so carelessly thrown together. It wasn’t that he was completely void of emotion but it saved him the trouble of trying to null their inevitable marriage. Lucky for him, Altonair had located the urn just in time to get them out of that damned hole, saving Trey the trouble of lugging Bella's body around.
The days that followed had allowed the heir to recuperate nicely; though he only had a few minor injuries, he used it as an excuse to unwind. He would take advantage of all the free time he could get, considering that the upcoming days would be hell for him and the rest of Veritas’ guests. He had gotten word from his mother that she was dropping in, and although he cared for the woman deep down, he knew that her visit would only serve to aggravate him. It mattered not; for he knew that he would put on the perfect façade for her. He didn’t have the heart to upset her – no…not his mother.
The main hall was already alive with chatter when he made his way down the corridor, avoiding the mass of people that was now accumulating within the entrance. Somehow, he managed to find another way to the dining hall, dodging his mother altogether (though it wasn’t his intention).
The scent of food was heavenly, and it instantly drew a reaction from his grumbling stomach. There, across the table he could see his younger sister; though he was unsure of where his other sibling was. He was certain that he had received word of his arrival. ”Good morning sister, how are you today?” He offered Sara a small smile as he took a seat at her side. He could tell already that she was in an unusually good mood, but he wouldn’t question it. Who would?
His dark hues searched the dining hall, catching sight of their previous group members from the catacombs. He gave Haven and Lorelei a small nod in greeting as they passed, taking note of the royalty that followed close behind. He easily recognized the Queen and King of Fortitude but he kept his lips pressed into a tight line as they continued on. They didn't look happy at all and he had a faint suspicion as to why, and that reason was standing only a few feet away from them.
 
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 4:28 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
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Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Dining Parlor - Breaking Bread   The King of Humility’s face grew tight when Dorian of Avarice arrived, as if their Kingdom’s were not to counting down the clock to the destruction of one another. He didn’t take much stock in her smiling face… Not that he held any distaste for the young heir… Simply because he knew better than to trust what lay upon the surface of her gentle facade. It was in her blood, to lie, to deceive, to conquer men and women as if they were nothing more than child’s toys. But he couldn’t hold her at fault for her parentage—How could he fault a child for what they were born into?
“Princess…”, the wizened King Riley greeted her with a faint inclination of his head. He was the ruler of his own domain… He bowed to no one, despite what customs might require. Still, he remained pleasant enough. She had spent time in his lands, time with his children…She’d never given him a problem, or an inkling that she might be plotting against his house. He pulled something out of his pocket, and pressed it into Naedira's hand.. “You disrupt nothing more than an old man spoiling his child. Ask my daughter, if she counts you as an interruption.”
No, Dorian interrupted nothing… But the topics he could now discuss had become severely limited. For all intents and purposes, she belonged to his enemy… And while she might not wish him or his line harm… There were those in the Kingdom of Avarice that did. So polite caution, was the appropriate response.
"Your brother will be late to his own funeral, won't he?"Naedira laughed softly at the quip her father made, the sound silvery light… She loved him dearly. Though she had noticed his hesitation… And she well knew why. But to her knowledge…Dorian was still ignorant of the rising hostilities between their people. She'd spoken with Lucien on her first day there about the situation... And both agreed, that they would wish not to fight the other. Smiling at the Avarian heir and nodded her head to her… “Join us for breakfast, Lady Dorian…You are most welcome.”
The auburn haired woman beamed at the blond beside her, knowing that Dorian would eat, if she so chose… But would likely join them for the company, over the cuisine. The servants ushered them over to a table on the far side of the western parlor, off of the main hall, at a table that seemed far too lavish for breakfast. They filled the table the fruits and light things, wines and juices… All things that Naedira had slowly been getting used to eating since arriving… She’d eaten some of the things before, others, not so much. But Humility produced more grain than they seemed to serve here.
King Riley sat at the head of the table, Naedira about to sit at his left hand side when she saw Ryan poke his head around the corner… And then turn around? Her head tilted, about to excuse herself for a moment to get him when he suddenly strode forward… Wearing what seemed to be a stately smile. Sitting down slowly, she was apprehensive… What caused that cultured smile..
Their father? Surely not. The King of Humility had seen them at their worst… What could Ryan have to hide?
It slowly occurred to her that it was because of Dorian… But she paid it no mind as King Riley greeted Ryan warmly. If her brother found the calls of the sweet, innocent, siren Lorelei palatable enough… She didn’t see where Dorian should be any different. A future King, should learn not to be such a hypocrite. “You might want to venture outside brother… I think if your skin grew any paler, I might be able to see through you.”, she teased him gently, as she always had.
“The libraries here are…Wonderful.”, Naedira intoned after the fact, having combed through nearly every one she could find on the East Wing of the building. But there were innumerable small and large rooms filled to the brim with books. Some rooms, that she could never find more than once. So she appreciated them when she found them, and prepared herself for a new day of exploring…
It was no small wonder that books fascinated the Humility children…There were books in Humility, but only severely important documents. The Holy works of the Church were one of those things… But most lessons, most stories, were taught orally—Their tutors having taught them with slates, arithmetic. They’d only used scrolls to practice their calligraphy.
As any good sister should… She knew that there had been something wrong with her brother, since the trials Veritas sat them upon. He had been with her, in the same room as her…They’d talked, he’d laughed, brought her books to read while she rested… But the smiles had not reached his eyes, as she liked them to. He had not come to her yet with what darkened him. And she would not force him to speak upon it…Not when he was truly upset. He would seek her out, when he felt ready to discuss what brought shadows to his eyes when he looked at her face.
She suspected that it might have something to do with the nightmares they’d had in the hedge maze… Hers’ had consisted of being trapped by cold iron, while their kingdom and forests burned. It left her unsettled…She could only imagine what his had been.
“We were just discussing Lady Sara…Father wishes to know more about his future daughter in law.”, Naedira filled Ryan in with a smile, before clasping her hands silently to say grace. Her father inclined his head in suite, but she did not demand everyone at the table bow their heads…Different Kingdoms, different belief systems. "If you should see her... You ought invite her over."
She would do the same, if she spotted Altonair. It was only polite.
Once the food was blessed, Naedira helped herself to the sweeter fruits—Enjoying their bright colors. “Yes, son… Tell me of your stay, and your bride to be.”, the King interjected, something akin to a smirk on his features as he leaned in the high backed chair—Ever the Lord of his court, without trying. The fact that his children were being married off so soon, to strangers, both amused and concerned him…There was also a feeling of pride. But he seemed to exude such a calm confidence that was both awe inspiring and impressive—That one would never know the troubles that sat just under the surface of his skin. His good sense and fairness was the reason he was a beloved King, by both his family and people. “And you—Naedira…You’ve been partnered as well?”
Though it was Ryan's match he was more concerned with... The future Queen to his Kingdom couldn't be some weak willed, or cruel dictator. He wouldn't have his generally peaceful kingdom turned into shadow and set into deficit by the whims and wants of a spoiled girl-child. For his sons sake, he hoped his betrothed was satisfactory. “To Prince Altonair, of Envy.”, the first princess of Humility replied without eagerness, but nor with reluctance. She would not shame herself or him by whining about their arrangement. It might be unfair… But life, wasn’t fair. She was still…Utterly confused by her match, hopelessly lost with his decisions, moods, and actions. Worried, for the wish he had made to Veritas… None of this was something she wished to discuss infront of her father…Not when she hardly knew what to think herself. “He seems…Kind.”
She toyed with the small package her father had handed her, noting it was tied with fine cloth. She dared not open it at the table, as it was rude-- But stashed it into a hidden pocket in her skirts-- Not saying another word on the Kingdom of Envy without prompting.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:06 am
Location: Main Hall going to Dining HallxxxxxKingdom: HubrisxxxxxRank: Countess
xxxxxxxI guess I should be ashamed... Autumn watched as other people appeared in the hallway. That cat…thing…(Baldassare) was pretty chipper looking with the woman at his side. It was a new one, she hadn’t seen something akin to a cat person in her visions before. The woman was very tempted to go over and speak with the creature, going so far as to take a step towards him until she saw another girl (Ella) interacting with him. So…he was not a vision but a real thing. Well, that made things a bit different. She paused in her steps, the desire to investigate evaporating. The only thoughts washing through her mind concerning him anymore were those of regret that she would probably start seeing cat people along with the other things she saw. She let out a quiet sigh, turning her head as Asmoda started speaking to Somni and Keirnan. She shook her head slightly, turning towards a servant that happened by from the direction of the trio and inquiring about dinner. The man pointed her in the direction of the dining hall but nothing more. She nodded, realizing that he was probably on some errand. He was looking a bit pale as he rushed along. Realizing that most of the servants seemed to be a bit tied up at the moment, Autumn decided on having dinner before determining her residence for however long she planned on staying in the castle.
The white haired woman made her way to the dining hall, casting her gaze around for a familiar face. She was rewarded by several, immediately wishing that she did not recognize them. The Kings and Queens of other realms sitting at one table together seemed…more than strange. But alas, it was not her place to speak on the matter. After all, if the heirs and their families were being sent here for safety reasons, then there shouldn’t be any trouble from any of their parents. At least she hoped not. She sighted a pair that put a small smile on her face and made her way over to Trey and Sara, the smile fading with each click of her boots and gone by the time she arrived at Trey’s side. Her usual bored expression masked her relief that someone she was comfortable with was present. Giving a half bow to the both of them, she sat with her cousins, her ivory dress swaying in sync with her movement.
"Hello Trey…Sara. I guess I arrived just in time for dinner. Or have you already had your meal?"
Her demeanor was a tad colder towards Sara as was always Autumn’s way with women. Not her fault really, that was how she was raised. But her voice carried the smile her features did not while she was there, leaning a bit closer to Trey. Not that she particularly liked Trey or disliked Sara, just that she had always been more comfortable with men over woman…her family being no exception. Her eyes wandered to the rest of the faces in the room before turning back to Trey, the curiosity in her voice carrying over to her eyes slightly.
"And where might your other siblings be?"
She wasn’t about to ask about the strangest family reunion she had seen in quite some time so instead asked after her own.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 8:59 am
Baldassare Caravaggio di Bacchius Location: Main HallKingdom: LustRank: PriestBaldassare stared at the young woman who approached him, struck as he often was by the beauty of the human female form. He looked back over his shoulder at his attendant, who dutifully carried their ceremonial thyrsus, and then back to her; he was surrounded by beauty! This was certainly a good day. Breathing in a heavy, pleased sigh, he was about to greet the girl when she spoke, and he almost choked. "Porca miseria!"(1) he exclaimed under his breath. Backpedaling and regaining his composure, he thanked Bacchus that he had fur to hide his blushing when Laetitia let out a suppressed giggle: she'd heard him. Santa pace...non parlo bene este questa lingua...(2)Clearing his throat, he smiled his toothy grin to the girl and took her hand in his paw, bowing low as he kissed her hand. Such a pretty girl, albeit shy, must be nobility here. "Scusi...Mia Englisha notta so good. I amma Baldassare Caravaggio, priesta di Bacchus, anda this-a mia fellowa disciple, Laetitia. Laetitia, saluta la donna."(3)The girl behind him smiled shyly, always nervous to meet new people, rather than speaking, and almost reluctantly stepped forward to greet their new acquaintance. As Baldassare stepped aside to allow her through, she bowed slightly to her and leaned forward to give her a soft kiss on each cheek, as she was accustomed. The cat man smiled. "So, whatta mighta be-a the name of such a pretty-a girl, eh?"(Translations:
1: "Damn it!"
2: "My goodness...I don't speak this language well..."
3: "Laetitia, greet the woman.")
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 11:12 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location and Situation: On the move, searching for Altonair and Evony - apparently finding half the equation  I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
- William Blake Lincoln’s boots pounded on the cold floors as he walked with a purpose in the castle, thinking about an outside gazebo. He had not known it had existed until happening upon it quite by accident on last evening’s walk. The structure being open to air, but a roof sheltered those within from rain if it was a stormy day. There were three tables and more than a few chairs, perhaps for friends to group together and converse, and enjoy a light lunch in the fresh air. Having discovered it behind a few trees that hid it from view, he was sure that Evony would think it nice, as it was surrounded by flowering plants, and the decorum, though simple, was something he’d assume a young girl would enjoy. And yes, it might have been hidden from sight from the immediate gardens, it was practically within a stone’s throw, so he hoped it would not worry her. After all, she had asked him those questions of wolves just a few days ago, and he did not wish her to be in any danger.
He thought for a minute of Mishka, and how he had joined her for a few tea parties, here and there. Oh, she wasn’t a girly-girl, even when younger, but she had received such an exquisite gift of fine china one birthday that she had been made to play with it, for at least a short while before going off and having fun with her twin. Lincoln missed them both, wishing he might find them again and spend some time with his youngest siblings. But right now, he was searching for Altonair and Evony. The prince of Envy was a fine young man, in his opinion, and after subtly mentioning the alliance between their kingdoms, Lincoln wished to be a bit diplomatic with him. He did not realize that the two of them were similar in how they had no abilities like so many of their respective family members did, though each of them worked through it different, how they both wished for an ability more than they had been given. Although, in passing, he had noticed that Altonair seemed somewhat distracted recently, yet he did not believe they were quite good ‘friends’ to bring it up. As for Evony, well he surely could not invite her alone to such a place without seeming ungentlemanly (in his own opinion of how it would be viewed), at least not without first Altonair knowing of the place. But the heir of Wrath had gotten into the habit of joining Evony for a cup of tea every morning since she first invited him, though the light sweet drink was not exactly his taste. He was growing a bit more fond of it every time though, and he would deal with a lot more to just enjoy Evony’s company for it’s own sake. Yes, she kept him feeling alive, but even if she suddenly stopped (either by her own choice, or an outside force), he would still wish to see her daily.
His mind started thinking things out, laying out ideas and plans, of how best to tackle the situation. Eventually he would have to speak to the heir of Envy, but until then, he had to be cautious and respectable, not sullying his reputation. On the other hand, if fate had him run into Nathaniel, then there was no sense in waiting any longer, and he would ask to speak with him on such an important matter. For a minute his step lost its rhythm, as his right arm sent a sharp ache to his mind. He winced and placed an arm around the tight bandage around his bare arm, as the right sleeve had been rolled up his arm and out of the way. The healer had said that if he was ‘normal’ his injury would have fixed easily by his magic. But because of what he was, it would occur slowly in comparison, taking perhaps a few more days for the broken bone to mend with daily healing sessions. The occasional painful jolts were a side effect of how the healer’s magic worked on him, but Lincoln was more thankful that not only would it heal sooner than a few weeks as his foot had when he was younger (their castle mage having been poisoned by someone or other), but the healer promised there would be no weakness or loss of use of the arm. Though Lincoln was left-handed, he hated the thought to be crippled further than the slow loss of his soul, and his life.
Thinking of his adventure in the Catacombs, after hearing stories hear and there (usually eavesdropping as the heir of Wrath did not have many close acquaintances here besides those he was looking for), he was a bit upset that his group had not gotten very far at all. Still though, at least they seemed to have been spared much of the dangers. He thought about Skylar, and wondered what she might be up to. The woman reminded him slightly of home, where there were ladies more lethal than most. Perhaps he might dine with her tonight, if these rumors of visiting family were true. He did not expect either his father or mother to come, they were probably busy with matters of the kingdom. And if Skylar had no one to dine with, then he would ask to accompany her, if she would permit him. Although, if that knight Liam had all ready decided to go himself, then no matter, the heir would perhaps try to rekindle a different truce, depending on who he saw. Dinner was almost always a mess however, so perhaps it would be safer to get a small snack before the festivities. Certainly they would be more ‘lively’ with added guests here.
Headed towards the solarium, he entered with a gentle push on the door, as he was used to. In this place he did not worry about meeting with Evony alone, as Altonair had been made aware of his intent to partake of tea with her, on that first day they (and John) had all done so. He paused however, upon seeing that Evony was not with Altonair. He recognized Nathaniel Wood quickly though, as he had spoken to him here and there when their parents had meetings. Lincoln was one of the many who believed Nathaniel’s act, if only because he thought that most everyone hid their schemes anyway (not that he would ever suspect the man’s true nature). “Good day to you sir.” The heir’s blond tresses flowed over his shoulder as he gave a proper upper body bow at the sitting heir of Envy. Straightening up, he gave Evony a nod, and that slight smile she would know of his. “Good day Fraulein. I had come to join you for tea, but I see you are with family. Perhaps tomorrow?” He made to leave, not wanting to interrupt the two, but he was almost positive the little girl would ask him to join them. He couldn’t deny hoping she would anyway. Socializing here would give him an opportunity to see Nathaniel a little bit more at ease than elsewhere, which the Wrathian heir had been taught could be very useful when the time came for them both to be rulers of their respective kingdoms. As for the matter to which he wished to speak with him, that could wait a little longer though, unless it somehow worked its way into the conversation (which he doubted).
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 11:46 am
 One dead brother, below the ground... slowly and softly begins to make a sound
The corpse smiled, hinting at what the former might have given the elder brother when he said that it wLas good to see him. “I look dirty. Mother would fuss about me needing a bath... and would be telling the servants to tend to it.” He said, humorlessly.
“Aren't you going to hug me, brother?” The zombie boy's face peered up, still pressed firmly against Altonair's chest. “Veritas is a kind man. He brought me back to you.” Odd, how creepy and yet, so affectionate his voice sounded. “But I'll go where you'd like, Altie.”
Had he liked that name when he'd been alive? His hand slipped into his older brothers. “Maybe we should visit Nathaniel, Evony and Rosalie. I'd like to see them too... and maybe we can play τὰ Ὀλύμπια. (Childhood game)... I don't think that Veritas would mind if we ran about the castle.” Though, admittedly, the boy might lose a limb or two.
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