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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 8:10 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: Music Room, Wait...I just remembered that drawing... White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) He heard Maelona respond to his question with a question of her own. He shook his head and smiled at her. "It is alright. I have the same problem." John frowned as he looked down slightly. "To answer your question, yes, I have not always been like this. I used to not have to rely on telepathy till about two years ago. I lost my voice in battle. Goes to show it is best to pay attention, no matter what." John told honestly.
He listened to the answers to his questions. Admittedly, he could understand wanting a particular gift. John could remember, when he was younger, that he wanted to learn how to play the guitar. However, like she inferred, John found out for himself that he couldn't learn a gift he did not have. But, his thoughts were stopped when she introduced herself the way she did. It got him curious as he tilted his head at her. "Adopted? I did not royals families did such things. I sometimes wonder if me and my brother were adopted into ours." John joked lightly, hoping it wouldn't offend her.
Then, John heard the small gasp of pain that the servant(Tao) had uttered. His eyes glanced over the boy, wondering why he was in pain. I don't see wounds on his face...but could he have been beaten up while down in the dungeons? This thought had not crossed John's mind until now. He pondered this as the servant(Tao) introduced himself. He couldn't help but laugh a little at Tao's description of the king of Lust. He did seem kind of a** towards his own daughter. John cringed slightly in annoyance at remembering his parents and that king's behavior. Not wonder everyone is at war. They are so terrible at damn self control!
John noticed Tao had pulled over a harp using his own powers. He felt that he shouldn't answer Tao's question. But, he didn't see the harm in it either. Thus, he nodded at him and pointed to his brain. "The only other power I have is the ability to ready minds. However, it has a distance requirement and I don't use it much. I only use it if someone is wanting to have a conversation via thoughts." John told honestly. The last person he had such a convesation was with Altonair. Admittedly, that didn't last long before it turned into the usual type of conversation. Part mind, part mouth. That's the best way to describe it.
He listened to the few pluckings Tao made on the strings. It reminded him of Maelona's playing. But, Tao didn't seem to care to try and put them into some coherence like Maelona did. "I admit. My talents do not lie in music. They lie more in...art. If I ever remember to do so, I would be willing to show you two some of my sketchs. My brother has said that they are pretty good." John told kindly and smiled. That reminded him that he still had that one sketch to finish later. But for now, he was sprending time with new possible friends. The drawing can wait till later. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 9:42 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI might steal your clothes  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand wear them if they fit meKingdom: Veritas/Lust Rank: Peasant Location: .╔═════════════════════════════════════♛═════════════════════════════════════╗
Tao nodded towards them both, but kept the movement short. He closed his eyes and tried to center himself. He had been forced to move about in worse predicaments, like that one time when he was caught stealing from a wealthy mistress to one of the higher-ups. He had snuck into the house only to find the two making love on a table, along with many... interesting toys and bindings. The man had turned and let loose a barrage of curse words along with a few gunshots, only one which actually hit him. In the leg, of course, he made a mad dash out of the house only to be confronted by the guards. Of course, he had adrenalin pumping through him to help him through. He wondered if anyone had any healing abilities around here, but figured it bed not to ask.
He flicked his hands away gently and the harp shot back into it's corner, and the runes around it disappeared. He figured it best to no longer use his powers until he recharged. "Mm. I see. I don't exactly have any abilities persay. I of great agility, and a great mind, add to that the eyes of a hawk... But this bracelet is what gives me my powers." His eyes flashed to the intricate silver bracelet on his right wrist, and he let out a small smile. "It allows me to bend and shape my own energies, along with absorbing the energies of others around me, to turn them into spells of sorts I can of course use them to fire pure bolts of energy, but the spells tend to do jobs better."
His stomach let out a small growl but he covered it up with a cough. He hadn't noticed just how hungry he was getting. He was hungry when he arrived, and now he was starving. Using his powers earlier had burned through not only his energy, but all of the food he had eaten. He couldn't risk going back into the dining room. He could run into angel boy's parents, or worse... the King of Lust. He was sure the man would b***h him out for for speaking out of term and making a fool of him. Like his actions reflected upon that of a king? According to them, he was but a peasant, a low life. How could anything he said or do so much as reach them? Bafoons.
"So... What's there to do for fun around here? I surely hope yelling at a queen and breaking out of jail isn't the most fun I'll have." And nearly imploding. The angel did interest him, he had never known an angel before... He figured they would be great in bed... Oh s**t His eyes did not widen, he hid all shock from his face. What if he is reading my mind? Oh bulls. He didn't really care, but he would at least like to have the chance to seduce the boy before he knew what hit him.
╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ ☪ OOC ☪ . 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: Fri Mar 04, 2011 11:02 pm
 Ӄῐηɠɖѻɱ: Avarice
Ƚѻҫӓʈΐѻη: La Terre De Veritas
Ɍӓηҟ: Heir - High Princesse (Grande Duchesse) 
If one would have looked at her eyes then, they would have noticed a silvery sheen that they kept… Making them almost seem like glass. Her quarters impossibly extended and lengthened, growing larger to accommodate the massive amount of things she’d brought with her. Architecturally, the rooms would be no larger than they had been upon their creation… But walking into them would be an entirely different story.
The domestics that she’d brought with her were unsurprised by the world around them changing and shifting as they knew it… And oddly enough, Veritas’ serf’s were no more startled. It gave Domini high hopes that things around the castle remained lively. She wasn’t sure what she would do with herself, day in, and day out with no meetings to attend… Nothing to manage. Her father had never allowed her to slack on her duties… Learning the politics of the lands, the feminine wiles that would earn her sway with kingdoms that did not believe a woman should be its sovereign…
Axella circled around her, seeming annoyed with all of the people standing too close to Dominique for her liking. Almost feeling the large felines distaste, Domini reached out and placed a soft hand atop her protective companion’s head…Smoothing her fur back gently. No words needed to be spoken between the two… Axella had been brought to her as a cub… Tired, cold, and alone… Her family murdered by poachers. There weren’t any laws against treasure seekers, animal hunters, in Avarice. Dominique had immediately bonded with the beast, and now fully grown they had a particular type of understanding.
An understanding that Richard Bellerose would have to forgive.
Axella growled at the bowing man, staring without repose at the bowing man. Annoyed, she circled the princess again, growling in a way that was a clear warning for the curious prince. The white tiger did not want the unknown, coming any closer to her liege.
Domini merely chuckled behind her fan, the sound like a chime in the wind—eyes glittering like fresh cut diamonds at his request of her name. Though she didn’t blush or pause from him compliment, ignoring it entirely. He looked so… Unassuming, that she couldn’t help but feel… Lenient when her guards stepped forward, hands resting on the hilt of their swords. They were very prepared to draw steel against the man, by order of her father, kill first, and ask questions to the dead.
“Non…”, her musical voice chided, the sound soft, though there was a clear order in her tone. It bespoke years of getting exactly what she wanted… Of always having her demands met. It was that of a royal, no doubt. “Non… Save your steel for the dragons.”
There was amusement in that statement. One, because the ludicrousness of another dragon would likely cause her guards to loosen their tense stances… And two, because they already knew who the dragon born was. Their enemy, the male ‘child’ of the removed Malcanthet—The guardian of the ex-Heir of Avarice. That was the dragon they needed to be prepared to deal with.
“I wasn’t expecting a welcome just yet. We’ve only just arrived.”, she spoke lightly, her form moving back a few paces to allow servants by her, carrying larger items. She could hear those in charge in her quarters barking orders, telling the others where to place things so that it would please their lady. “Forgive the… Eagerness of my men.”
“One can never be too careful. These are…Interesting times.”, Dominique dipped her head faintly, though she did not curtsey. Only those whom she knew their station, would have the pleasure of seeing her show that type of respect. She did not know this man, though the name rang familiar. She knew many of the names of the children from other royal families… But some royal families were larger than others, and had too many b*****d children to count. So the surname ‘Bellerose’ told her Hubris…But she wouldn’t assume any further than that.
“And this…”, she trailed off, glancing towards the large cat that glared at Richard… “She is called Axella.”
She reached up and twirled a perfect curl around her little finger, ever amused, doll like lips visible for a moment as she let her glittering fan fall shut. “I am the d’Aquitaine Heir of Avarice.”
No doubt, she would need to repeat that phrase a dozen times before everyone understood that the previous line of succession was now null en void. That the Reagents had been removed, and the true heirs had finally reclaimed the throne.
Her fan slid open again as she smiled behind it, eyes murmuring things that such a pure, perfect looking creature should never think or say. “You, my Lord Bellerose… May call me Dominique.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 11:32 pm
“Save it Nikolai.” Fedora reprimanded harshly, not caring to hear him defend himself from the accusations. “The woman is a devil.” One that would have liked to haunt Erik Bascov's chambers if given the opportunity. And that was blatantly obvious for all the world to see, Prudence's supposed dirty laundry being hung out in the open to dry.
“Don't you dare roll your eyes at me young man! Shrugging me off this time won't work.” Not when so much was at stake. “Gods be damned, you're the next king of Prudence! And it'd serve you well to start acting like it!”
“And what of her amnesty?!” He'd taken no measure of effort to deny that outright with the other claim. That he had slept with her... upon consideration the queen realized she gave her son entirely too much credit; he likely wouldn't know what to do behind closed doors, and a small amount of pity rose within her for her future daughter in-law – elves were long lived creatures, she'd suffer many centuries with Nikolai as her husband.
Fedora hadn't even the chance to start shrieking at Nikolai for his claim, no sooner than the denial to dismiss the woman had passed his lips did his body sail through the air. Her power was open for Erik to use if he needed amplification, always a steady supply to serve her husband.
Milani stiffened just before Nikolai spoke, knowing well that he'd not think prudently enough to keep him from the coils of his sire's wrath. Obviously, Nikolai hadn't a single prudent bone in his body; her insides churned as she watched helplessly. In a few very short years, the man (and just barely so) would be the ruler of their kingdom, and their people would suffer from it.
In the same instance, ice spread through her veins, as though she'd just dipped into a pool of frozen water. It spread through her chest, stealing the breath from her lungs, and causing her to gasp for the air which was taken from her. In the midst of the commotion –Nikolai's landing to be sure – she'd not have been heard as she picked a memory that couldn't have ever been her own.
The memory of a death, so gruesome that it shook her to her core. A death, that had she not known exactly how her ability worked, she might have mistook Demetri Bascov for Nikolai. But why, would she be catching glimpses of his past, when Nikolai and he had never been close? “Gods.” Her voice was raspy, like she'd been choked as she saw ivory skin disappear from the scene.
Surely... his own brother hadn't usurped Demetri of his life, only to ascertain the throne. Surely not. But what other explanation was there, for her to pick up the stray memory. Azure eyes fell on Nikolai's form, a frown that wasn't at all to do with the situation Asmoda had caused pulling at her features. Her eyes narrowed, mostly confused because as much as she loathed the man she'd one day call her husband, a killer was not something she could mark him.
But as fast as the memory came, it left her, shaken but well enough to take in the last remark that Nikolai had made... and the shrieks from the queen quickly ensued. “Those are just rumors! Don't you dare speak of your father in such a light!” That Erik had cast the knight from his bed upon the betrothal to a young Fedora? She had been frightfully envious of even it being spoken, for someone to consider the fanciful idea a reality.
It had made her sick to think, that some whore had warmed him, tainted him before they married. To have the king of Prudence... of all kings, fraternizing with a lower class woman out of wedlock was unheard of. “Dare you shame your father further, by helping spread those lies as easily as that cyprian spreads her legs?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 11:50 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:Gardens The words formed an accusation that would likely be a shadow of doubt in Haven's mind for all of their forthcoming marriage, that there was a possibility that she wasn't rightfully a princess, that she hadn't belonged in her station. So many things were stacked against her, as though the breath of the Fates had only wished to ever bring a turbulent storm about the siren's shoulders, if only for existing. That she hadn't expected for the rumor to befall upon Haven's all but deaf ears was foolish of her, especially given how many tongues were pleased to let her name pass over them. “Your grace.” She murmured, amber colored eyes fixed at the hem of her skirt instead of on her fiance's visage. Of all times in the world for her to not display the fortitude that would be expected of her as his queen, this was possibly the most ill-picked moment for her to cow down.
Her song was that of a quiet tempest, the cadences of her panic and expected rejection mixing together into a homogenous blend. He'd been nothing but kind to her since the announcement of their betrothal, but how could she even hope for him to continue, when she'd omitted that less than small detail that shrouded her reputation? His future queen – a whoremonger's daughter. The words that tipped her tongue wouldn't leave, as though the organ were made of lead, and she expelled a small huff before she swallowed and tried once more to continue. “Your grace, time and again you've aided me when I've been in the most dire of circumstances, when I've been distressed by the situations that surround us. No doubt, you have until this point believed it your duty to do so.” That was a large lump for her to swallow, and she paused before continuing. “For your prior support, I am indebted to you in the largest of ways, especially given that you gave me shield from my father's harsh hand.”
“And I can only give you what any other lady would for having such a valiant rescuer.” She trembled as she stood, knowing now he'd likely not want to even contemplate her nearness to him, even when they married. Slowly, she lifted her orange blossom lips to his cheek, placing the barest of kisses to warm his aged flesh before stepping back, still unable to bring her clouded gaze to meet his. The princess had been hesitant, silently praying to the gods above that no ill fall upon Haven for such a small token of affection from a siren.
“I cannot take back the words that my father has accused me of, nor can I reassure you that it is all a ruse, because there are many tales about me, many that are false in nature, but even I cannot speak that I know the truth of my mother's virtue.” She was of Lust after all, the sin oft snared those who resided in their kingdom. “There are more than just a few reasons as to why I'm a poor choice for your future wife; and while I know that the impending match is not negotiable, I want to express to you that I understand, if after all that has been said... that you choose not to see me in a favorable light anymore.” She wanted to choke, the thick, invisible lump in her throat nearly cutting off her air supply.
“Your acts of charity on my behalf will be better served upon someone who is more worthy, and I'll not hold it against you for taking that course of action.” After all, it would be no different than any other, minus Cat, Dante and Ryan, were Haven to take the high road, and let her well enough alone.
“I understand, that in your station, you must do what is most favorable for yourself, and your kingdom.” Which meant, she was fully aware of what life would be like for her; the same life that her father had banished her to before.
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She'd been in the garden's hoping to find some solace in the petals that Sokar so carefully tended since her father had sullied her name for her fiance. Time had passed, and the princess remained quiet, silver stains dried on her cheeks to indicate that after she'd parted company with Haven that she'd not held herself with the poise expected of a princess. Rather, the young woman could do naught but feel the world upon her shoulders, pressing down on her with such a force that she was certain she'd sink straight into the earth.
She'd crumpled into a helpless heap of sobs and sorrow as soon as she'd burst from the castle walls and was far enough away that she thought she was safe to do so. It wasn't until the sharp cackling of a woman pierced the air, followed by a horrified yelp that broke the serenity outdoors that Lorelei was ripped from her own self-pity. The second noise was most assuredly masculine, and sounded as though he'd been put through a great pain. With haste that she didn't know her feet would be able to carry out, Lorelei followed the source of the harsh sound, not knowing exactly what to expect.
She only hoped that it wasn't Nathaniel's doing. For the second time today, she prayed... hoping that eventually someone would listen to her pleas, and grace those below with their blessings.
But in the midst of her rush to possibly help, she'd not thought of many scenarios where she might prove useful. And when she reached her hurried destination, of all the ideas of what was going on, she'd not expected to find a large man, completely stripped of garbs.
Entirely nude.
Resin hued eyes were guarded enough to hide her surprise – the veil of fiery tresses doing well to mask any oncoming expressions. But the audible melody that slipped through her parted lips, albeit brief, was plenty to alert the small girl and the two adults that she was there, and all but collected amidst the circumstance.
She'd come up just as the small girl – no doubt that who called herself Nathaniel's younger sister – explaining to the other woman that this man... was Sokar, the gardener of the castle. The wolf who had escorted her during her first day on the grounds, who had left her tasteful fruits to break her fast in the mornings, and beautiful flower arrangements of her favorite fauna. A man now, who seemed entirely distressed with this new form. “Sokar...” She whispered melodiously, horrified that he was lacking the fur that would have blanketed his skin.
It was a few moments later before she could bring herself to speak, her ever harmonious voice now quavering with a newfound anger. He of all the people who resided in Veritas' plane, was least deserving of such a cruel torture. “Who did this to you?”
But even as the words ribboned themselves into the air, Sokar was answering the question, which all three women had posed to him. “Woman thing?” And the pain in his voice called to her heart strings the way her bow did to her treasured violin. He was afraid, to be stuck like this, and would have taken his wereform back... even though when they'd first spoken, he'd mentioned that he'd not originally been that either. So many transformations... Her eyelids fell slowly over resin-hued irises. “We'll fix it, Sokar. She assured him, only hoping that she'd be able to keep the promise.
She bit her lip, doing what she could to keep the siren in her repressed. Even with this man being her friend, someone she trusted more than the others in the realm, he was still a man – nude, and open for her siren to try and snare him. Lorelei kept her eyes focused on his face, not allowing it to drift any further than to his shoulders, and with her hand she pushed back the loose tendrils to frame her face, so that the man might see that she wouldn't speak any more than what she needed.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 1:42 am
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ƨɑϲʀәʠ ≪ ≪ ≪ ⋘ The Royal Shield ⋙ ≫ ≫ ≫ ƨɑȋȵț
Kingdom: [ Veritas' ] Rank: [ Royal Shield ] Location: [ Gardens, it's times like this that I'm thankful I'm not like Kahler. I doubt the world could deal with two of him. ]
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 Apollo stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression. Emotionless, he was only vaguely conscious of his surroundings at the time being, taking advantage of the rare opportunity of solitude he was likely to get around here. He had retreated into his mind with no true purpose at heart. Everything that had happened lately seemed intertwined, like he was but a puppet, an actor forced to take part in a play. His clairvoyance, while useful, certainly didn't help matters. Whenever he found himself thinking on the matter, he usually reached for the nearest drink he could find, with which he would attempt to drown out the maddening thoughts that with answers that appear unknowable to him. While he was grateful to Lodiab for teaching him and evoking that mystic art, it was as much a curse as it was a blessing. Lodiab had left him for dead with his precognitions, always begging the question somewhere in his mind, "What if it's all predetermined? What if there's absolutely nothing I can do?" It always bothered him, those questions. There were too many possibilities, it was like stepping into quicksand for him to start pondering those things, for without the help of another he would likely stew in it for a while.
With a sigh, the Saint sat up on his bed, changing the scenery from a ceiling to stare at, to a wall. Kahler's taking too long with those drinks. He's probably hitting on one of the servants... While it was an entertaining prospect that he might get turned down by one of the hired hands, the odds of that were slim enough that it wasn't much a worry. Turning his head, he could hear the door trying to be fumbled open. "Damn things..." Kahler, after some trouble with a door of all things, was greeted to a bemused look from Apollo at his stupidity. "Apollo, c'mon. I'm taking you up on those drinks now." The young man chuckled as his companion tried to play it off as though it were nothing. Hopping up from the bed, he shook his head in faux disappointment. "You know Kahler, it will always be a wonder to me. You can bed countless women, if you play your cards right, at the same time even." Pausing for a moment, he stepped beyond his friend into the hallway. "Yet, a simple door bests you. If you'd like, I'll lead the way, lest we find architecture also overpowers you." "Words can hurt too, man..."
"Thank you." With a short bow, Apollo graciously took the bottle from the servant before heading back to courtyard, where an eager former mercenary waited with the appropriate glasses. "So this is from Veritas' open stock huh? Kind of sets expectations a bit high, don't you think?" Rolling his eyes at his cohort's comment, he began pouring the glasses. Wine, although not his first choice of drink, was always a pleasant experience. "It does not disappoint. However, your choice of scenery, I have to ask..." Taking another look around, he swirled the bugandy liquid in the goblet, "I'm not entirely sure about you, but doesn't drinking wine in the gardens seem a bit crass to you?" "Ah, normally yes, but let's look at the facts shall we?" Waving his around at the scenery he continued his reasoning, "We have this beautiful garden to compliment this almost divine drink, I'll have to tell Veritas he has excellent taste if given the opportunity, as well as..." Stopping there, his eyes followed a pair of extravagantly dressed ladies, before returning his attention to his friend, this time wearing a devious smirk. "The lovely company too, no? C'mon, best of both worlds!" With a laugh, the young man looked up briefly. "I'm not sure which is more surprising. That you could come up with such an elaborate explanation, or that I'm surprised you would find a way to turn catching up into checking out the local populace..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 4:51 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Just somewhere in the castle; about to have another b-fitIn culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Oh no. It was HIS voice.
His stupid, pestering, grating, irritating, and damnit all, sexy voice!
Kirkis would’ve been quite red in the face from his increased anger had he had blood, but his body reacted so much as to pause while he was walking, tensing every single ghost muscle fiber possible. White-gloved hands turned to angry fists, though he tried to force them to relax, but sadly made it obvious this ‘calm’ bit was just an act. And not a very good one, either.
“Brothers that-?! What?! That is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve heard you say! And that’s saying a lot for you!” Kirkis snapped at the jester who’d made a rather fashionable entrance (he’d have to jot that one down for possible future use, certainly), barely keeping his volume under some control. “When are you going to get it Claus?! Your little sayings don’t mean a crap! They’ll never catch on! They’re just foolish babbling!”
Not realizing he was actually quite mistaken in some dimensions, Kirkis tried to turn around and stomp away from Claus. His shiny black-booted feet made a very convincing noise as they hit the carpeted floors, as he was so peeved at the moment that his ‘special effects’, as it were, were at the top of their game.
The furious little bundle of butler paused before getting very far though, sighing angrily as one hand went up to his forehead, as if dealing with a mortal headache of brain-splitting proportions. “I’m sorry Claus. I’m just not in the mood. The meal was ruined, AS ALWAYS. Half the staff refuse to go out in public near the royals and the other guests, Master Veritas hasn’t let me call on him because he has ‘more pressing matters’, and some moronic idiot made a mess in one of the eastern wings!” He turned around, striking a rivaling dramatic pose to Claus’, that of a rakish angle of his back while holding his arms over his chest. “It took me a whole 20 minutes to get it looking back to normal! And the perpetrator, or perpetrators, are nowhere to be found at the moment! I have spread myself damned thin trying to make sure nobody kills each other, and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!” He paused his fuming, shaking his head avidly, “No, no! It’s not! That’s just a reflex, sorry Claus.” This time the butler lost his cool pose and merely dropped his face into his hands.
“Damnit Claus, what am I supposed to do? I can’t handle this job.” The voice muffled behind temporarily solid hands was oddly sad and lost for the normally more-than self-assured butler. He stayed that way for a minute, trying to gain his composure. If he’d wanted to, he could have vanished and returned later, perhaps stating he was just stressed and being unduly emotional. But he was feeling unsure of his situation. Was Veritas ignoring him because he was proving unfit to handle all the guests? What in the world could he do then?! It was only by the Master’s power than he had any presence hear, and without it, he might as well be one of those mindless wisps that were just a mere memory of their formal selves out in the cemetery.
Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:17 pm
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation:  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 There really wasn’t anyone better around than his dear cousin to discuss things, was there? She understood him so well, and even when things such as his former sexual habits were not the norm (even compared to his rather polygamous parents), she took everything with a grain of salt.Why, she even suggested (how much was in play, he wondered) she should bed the brothers Envy. She truly was a wonderful woman to have at his back, it would be a grand loss for him personally, and for his kingdom, to lose her. When his mind drifted away from thoughts of his own problems, he would have to think of a way to get his cousin back, at least in part. If he could free her of this arranged marriage (without killing Valas), so much the better. It would just take a lot of imagination to figure out something that would work.
He had to smile a bit ruefully at Corrine’s manner, in how she stated she would not coddle his intended. Fair enough, he would certainly not ask her to go against her character like that, merely to be at least civil. But as... challenging as his cousin could be, he knew she was still mannered when it was important. And then that last remark, before they had happened upon Evony. A child of his, ruler of Wrath for ages? The shiver in his spine was absolutely delicious as he considered that this must be the correct course of action after all.
Lincoln was concerned immediately at what Evony meant by “something terrible” when she tried to explain herself, but was distracted from asking angrily who might’ve dared upset her, by Corrine’s insistence (both by word and gesture) that he escort Evony closely. Having done so before, with other chaperons, so to speak, Lincoln did so freely, this time gently grabbing Evony’s hand that had grabbed at his sleeve, and pulling it over his arm, walking her as if she was a fully grown lady, though he felt a bit of guilt at the action. It didn’t seem she had noticed though, what with the way she spoke with trembling voice of what had disturbed her so much.
The heir had seen Max earlier, and felt the sensation of doubt squeeze at his heart. Would Evony be disturbed to know he was but a short time away from such a fate, if he did not find a magic cure? Yes, her own presence (and that of sporadic others) assisted him in continuing to push away the eventual decay of his own death, but it would not be true to his feelings for her to hide this fact from her. Well, at least not once they grew closer, which at the moment, Lincoln appreciated he was not aiming for, and also grateful Evony was too young to do so as well. Eventually though, it would have to be dealt with.
Corrine had soon left them (and Lincoln had regretted he could not soothe her anger whatsoever), and he had chosen to walk Evony in the front gardens, where they might be seen by others, so it would not appear that he was hiding his closeness with the young princess. Even moreso than before, he knew he needed to show her brothers that he was trustworthy. Certainly not a virtuous person (the idea made him laugh on the inside), but he had a past with others that was not a good one to be a shining example of his belief of monogamy. At least, compared to nowadays.
He tried speaking to the girl-child about different things to distract her, asking her about different plants, her other hobbies, favorite animals, really anything mundane and ‘safe’ he could think of. He didn’t get very far though, as Evony seemed quite wrapped up in her thoughts, sometimes repeating herself or asking Lincoln to repeat what he had said. He was not upset with her, but suggested she retire to her room, thinking some rest might do her good. A part of him regretted losing this opportunity to find out more about the young girl, but he understood she was certainly not herself. They could wait for later to speak, and there was always their morning tea time to fall back on.
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Lincoln had gone to his now demoted to second favorite place in Veritas’ castle, one of the below ground training rooms. There were several methods to train, some which must have involved weapons not commonly used in Wrath, as he did not know what to make of them. But the magicked dummy with a wooden sword, that he knew well. It had taken a few rough starts, but he’d realized there were practically ancient instructions carved on the walls, of which he’d caught upon the idea that there were pre-spelled words that would bring the dummy to life, and make it a decent challenge. Nothing near so talented as another person, but with every repetition of the ‘summon’ word, it would gain in speed and strength, losing the pattern for new attacks. Lincoln trained against the dummy for a good hour, finally commanding it stop when he had missed a block, and gotten the full slam of the wooden sword on his wounded arm. He was a bit sweaty, but his dark clothing hid the worst of it, though he’d had to tie back his hair to keep it from making a mess. He knew well how to fight with sweat, rain, mud, or even crimson in his long hair, but since this was a mere exercise, he’d preferred not to deal with it.
And now, he was mainly concerned with keeping a neutral expression, calming his exerted breathing in an attempt to combat the pain radiating throughout his whole arm and shoulder. Damn, but that smarted. He used his left hand to undo the now more bloody bandage (though it looked a dark red as it had seeped through the cloth, rather than a natural bright color), and inhaled sharply as he felt his arm. Yes the wound had reopened, but the bone was not re-broken (as it had just solidified in his last healing session). Hopefully not fractured either, though he couldn’t tell through the haze of pain at the moment. It would clear soon (enough to concentrate at least’ the heir of Wrath was not a magic creature who could use his mind to easily clear away such problems as others), and then he could go back for a third time today to the eccentric healer.
“Scheiße,” he muttered to himself as he left the permitted underground areas with a heavy walk, wondering if he hadn’t just risked way to much by taking that dummy to the next levels constantly. It had been a hearty workout, one he’d delighted and rejoiced in, imagining the death of a thousand enemies as he kept ahead of the magicked attacks, and sneaking past its defenses as well. But risking the healing of his arm was stupid, especially when the haler had told him his case was unusual, making healing magics difficult to work on him as they might on other non-dead people. Continuing to mutter a few Wrathian curses, Lincoln continued through the first floor of the castle, hoping he could get to the healer soon. Often times he was lucky with finding certain rooms in this tricky castle, but the healer was often not one of them. Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 10:12 pm
♬ Ίτ'ȿ ʟΊӃЄ ɱμȘΊϹ τѺ ɱУ ЄɑɌȘ... ♫ Ҭɑηтяɑ ♪ Kingdom: Humility Rank: Priestess [In Training] Location:
Tantra had stood outside waiting, half expecting an assassin to pop out of the door into the hall and dash off. She didn't even notice the servant that approached until it was in front of her. The servant was sent for the princess, and she knew that they weren't allowed to tell outsiders any information.
She waited patiently until Madelyne came out and found out that her father was waiting for her. She immediately knew this was bad. She could only nod silently and watch her walk away. She barely noticed Theoran and Indigo's presence until they had begun to talk. She simply nodded again, and followed silently.
She was incredibly worried. Things could go terribly wrong, and she wasn't sure if she would every see the princess again. The girl had looked so worried, and scared. She knew that she could do nothing to help her, but she would stand by and do what she could. "What now?" The words were quite, almost inaudible to anyone not close to her.
...βʯʈ Ίʈ ȘЄЄɱȘ ѺɳʟУ Ί Ϲɑɳ ΗЄɑɌ...♬ 
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 12:42 am
 AsmodaKingdom: None Rank: Fallen knight of Patience Location:Her Room
Asmoda opened an eye as she heard a knock at her door, a small smile appeared on her face. There would only be one person who would actually visit her, Somni. It was one of the benefits of being 'unwanted' in the castle, no one bothered to visit her, it was a blessing in disguise. "Hello Somni," the dark skinned warrior said, her gaze following the masked woman as she entered the room. Asmoda was glad that she had decided to take care of her… problem… sooner rather than later. Ever since she had been attacked by the king who used to be her lover, the presence in her head was stronger, trying to force her out once more. Such arrogance, thinking that a proud warrior like Asmoda would be willing to give up her body that easily. This time it would be her that killed those she did not like, she was not a weakling, she did not need any help, at least not when it came to killing people.
"Thank you for this friend. You know the pride I take in my strength, so please understand what it means for me to ask you for help. I know that I cannot do this alone Somni and you are the only one who I can trust to help me." The words were not necissary, in fact it was very likely that they were not wanted at all, but they needed to be said, though why she felt that way she could not explain. She took the glass of milk from the priestess and drank it. It was not drugged, but the warm liquid helped relax the old warrior. "I suppose it is time for us to begin."
Asmoda gently laid her body on the bed, her eyes closing as she cleared her mind. Her years of military service had tought her how to fall asleep on command. It was a useful skill if you did not know when you would be able to sleep again and needed to make the most out of the time, or if you were being possessed by a strange spirit and you needed to be asleep for your close friend priestess to be able to help you. Arms crossed like she was dead, face smooth as stone, the warrior fell asleep.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 4:25 pm
All I want is something realSomething I touch and can feel Cat.
Location: Gardens, antagonizing others
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Cat cocked out one hip and placed her fist upon it, her eyes dancing in mirth. "All of them. I turn into an absolute nightmare when he's around. Brings out the absolute worst in me. Ask anyone who's ever had to endure a dinner at the Lustian court where both of us where present." Her smile grew, this time with a slight edge to it as she remember back to some of her more memorable dinner time antics.
When he mentioned that her age hadn't escaped notice, the edge fell off her smile, leaving behind her usual bubbly self. "Well thank the gods for that. I'm not quite sure how I could make that point that wouldn't have embarrassed one or the both of us."
She frowned at his suggestion, chewing on her bottom lip uncertainly. "Is meeting your brother going to be one of those 'formal' things? Cause I gotta tell ya, I'm not real big on the whole formal political games thing."
She laughed a little at his confusion. "Yes, smash hit. My younger sister, Lorelei. She's an absolute doll," the affection her voice was obvious. As Cat saw it, she had no reason to hide her love for her younger sister. Only her father really disapproved and Cat had already proved, much to her dismay, that there wasn't much she could do to truly upset the impossible man. "As for the others..." she shrugged and waved vaguely. "We don't have much interest in each other."
After a moment, she shrugged again this time in a 'What the hell?" type manner rather than her earlier "Don't care" manner and laid her hand on his arm without much grace. "Worth a shot, anyway but if he shows up, I'm gone." she muttered under her breath as she shot furtive glances around the garden as if her father might suddenly leap out of the bushes once she started moving.
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I'll hold it close and never let it go
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 4:57 pm
  Kingdom: Patience (though I am limited in mine)
Class: Marchioness
Location: Discovering an abandoned salle.
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She had intended to spend most of the day in her room but when the walls shuddered and things began falling she decided to make a quick exit. Stopping only to grab her sword and favorite leather chest armor, she dunked out the door and took off at a full tilt run. "Dammit."
She wondered around aimlessly until she came upon something wonderful, something delightful. A salle. An honest to goodness salle. She pushed open the door and looked around. Well the place hadn't been used in quite some time but it was obvious that at one point this had been an excellent facility. She set her armor on a bench off to the side and made sure her sword was ready to be drawn before stepping further into the building. Veritas' castle had taught her caution rather quickly.
She prowled the room, almost purring in delight as she took in the practice weapons and armor, the small arenas for mock fights, and on the walls, the most impressive feature of the building. Huge full length mirrors. Not polished brass or even silver, but real, glass mirrors. Those must have cost a fortune. She hadn't even realized they could be made that large. She approached one warily and reached out a hand to touch it. She examined that cool surface with eyes and hands, floored at the quality and size. "Amazing," she muttered finally stepping back.
Gold and green eyes sparkled in pure delight at what she had found as she finally left off the mirrors and continued to pace the building examining the set-up and equipment. "Well, it needs to be cleaned out," she finally determined out loud despite there being no one around to hear her, "but other than that, this place is just about perfect."
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:20 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Veritas' Castle ✩ Walking the Hallways // Grounds  It was obvious that her presence somewhat startled the man, for a moment, the Arch Duchess not sure if he was going to attack her or not. It seemed that his contact with Evony was familiar, and she had to wonder if it was the girl's recognition of her that prevented his attack. Evony seemed to be rather shaken by the whole situation, though Corrine did not approach the girl. The last thing she wanted was to upset anyone in this situation.
Corrine's eyes moved to the naked man before them, a small smile still present on her features as Evony introduced him as Sokar, the castle gardener. Apparently, he had been changed from…something, into the form before them. The entirely nude form before them. The blonde-haired child before her asked if their god-host would be able to do something about her friend's transformation, Corrine having to stop herself from laughing. She hand't been in this realm long, but she was getting the distinct feeling that his guest's comfort was not his primary priority. Then again, if this was one of his subjects, he might have a more vested interest in returning the poor boy to his previous state. Though, Sokar said that it would be hard for the God to fix. Something about a "Woman-thing."
It was only then that she noticed another woman had joined them (Lorelei). She remembered hearing someone else's voice chime in at some point, beautiful and soothing, but her mind was working overload to figure this thing out. Corrine's eyes looked over the girl's form, the Arch Duchess again not moving as she moved forward to sooth the gardner. He must be of upstanding character if so many would rally around him in his time of need. Clearing her throat, Corrine finally stepped forward, though not establishing physical contact with the man until she was invited to. If he was about to attack her for her first appearance around, who knows what he might do if an unfamiliar hand tried to touch him.
"Well, I'd say the first thing we need to do is get you covered up. Then, we can see what Veritas has to say about this situation. He didn't say it was impossible, so maybe there is something we can do to make it easier for him to change you back to…whatever you…were before." Corrine did her best to keep her tone hopeful - there had to be something they could do. If there was magic that existed to change him from something else into a human, then there had to be magic that could change him back. Even if it took the persuasion of her blade to get it to work in their favor. If it would make Evony happy, and by extension her beloved cousin, then she would do whatever she needed to do.
"Come on ladies, let's get him inside. We can figure out where to do from there." Her green eyes moved from Evony to the beautiful woman she recognized as a princess of Lust, though she knew nothing else about her. There would be plenty of time to get to know one another better while they got a naked man back into the castle and some clothes. ((Oodles Of Carrots: Sorry about making you guys wait so long for such a crappy post. ><'')
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 10:32 pm
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: Library- Liquid Courage..
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He listened to Richard's words with a growing frown. Was he supposed to care, he knew what she was, well sort of. So what if she was a b*****d, that did not make her any less of a person, her father was no help though. How could anyone be that hateful towards their own children. Well if what he was saying was true, she was not really his child, but still. What was with the nobles, it seemed like no one got along with their parents, he certainly did not. Hell they were in the dining room right now, probably complaining about something else because he was just not perfect enough for them, he could never be perfect for them.
Haven smiled as Lorelei kissed his cheek. In a way it was fitting that they were going to be married, they both were disliked by their families, there were rumors surrounding the two of them, their future would be interesting to say the least. His smile fell as she began speaking. It was not her fault that her father was mean hearted, but he had a headache and her lack of self confidence was not helping. Did she really think that he would just cast her to the side because of this, but looking at her he realized that she did. His frown deepened, an emotion he felt rarely began building at his temples, anger. It was in part because of Lorelei, but the fault mainly lay with the parent that were visiting. He hated how defeated she looked, "Good God woman, have you no spine?" He snapped, not thinking before he spoke. "Do you really think that I would cast you to the side because of this, do you think I am some sort of monster. Perhaps you just want out of this arrangement, you could have just asked." Haven closed this distance between them. "If you want out of our marriage to end, let me know. Otherwise you are stuck with me, stuck with being the future Queen of Fortitude. Make up your mind soon love." Without warning he leaned over and kissed her. Not a polite kiss on the cheek, but one on the lips. He pulled back looking at her. "Have a good evening." Silently he turned and walked away.
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Time had passed, but things had not become better for Haven. He did not know how he could talk to Lorelei after yelling her like that, and seeing his family was out of the question. Instead he took refuge in the only place that he could think of, the library. This time he was not reading a book, he was standing in front of the window, a glass of brandy in his hand and a half empty decanter next to him. He had never been a drinker, but the slight numb he felt was better than the headache.
He was not left alone the whole time though. He turned at the voice of a woman, only to be assaulted by a large cloud of dust. Haven covered his mouth coughing. His eyes began to water, how in the hell could one vase be that dusty? Veritas probably had something to do with this, the b*****d. The cloud cleared in time for him to see the red head warrior from dinner walking away from one of the servants. She looked familiar, it bothered him. He smiled at the girl. "Its alright, the dust is gone, please enter.
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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: Thu Mar 10, 2011 2:33 pm
• Ӎ ɐ э ʆ ɸ ȵ ɐ • ʗ э ɾ ΐ ϛ э • Ѧ ϛ ȶ ɐ ʆ ʆ ɸ • Ｔｈｅ ａｄｏｐｔｅｄ Ｐｒｉｎｃｅｓｓ, ｈａｉｌｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｋｉｎｇｄｏｍ ｏｆ ＰａｔｉｅｎｃｅLocation: Some music room. Currently Wearing: This Dress •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•   Maelona nodded as John explained his situation to her. So it was battle that claimed his voice. She shook her head as she looked back to the harp. "Battle has claimed much in our lands." She said sadly. It was true, perhaps John had only lost his voice, but others had lost more. Husbands, fathers, sons. There was always a price to pay for fighting. "I am sorry to hear that though." She said, realizing just how her commeant could be taken. She hadn't meant it in a bad way towards him.
As John continued, Maelona couldn't help but smile slightly, one that didn't reach her eyes. "I do suppose something like that is odd, but my family has adopted before." She said lowly. And then tragedy struck. She added silently to herself. Her family had lost all of their children before adopting her. Of course she wasn't meant to be a replacemeant, her parents had assured her of that. She looked back to him as he joked about thinking he and his brother had been adopted. She gave another smile. "Perhaps everyone thinks they are adopted at one point or another." She said with a soft shrug.
As John brought up his being able to read minds, Maelona went ridged, though slowly relaxed once more as he went on. "It is good to know that you do respect ones personal space. I doubt most would in a situation like that. The abuse of power is a sad thing in deed." She gave another nod as he spoke about the art he did. "I would like to see it some time."
Maelona's attention went to Tao as he began to speak. She listened politely as he explained his powers. They seemed interesting, well to her at least. A lot of things were interesting to her, especially things she could not do herself. She shook her head though as he asked if there was anything fun to do. "It is too bad you missed the romp through the catacombs. Though I am sure that if you stay here, the lord of this place with come up with something else to... Entertain us." And in entertain I mean torture. She added silently.
Maelona couldn't help but stifle a yawn as she sat there. Once again her lack of sleep was catching up with her. Perhaps it would be good to retire, or at least try to. She doubted she would get any rest still. Again getting something to help her sleep crossed her mind. Though if the god employed an apothecary, she was unsure. Silently she stood, readying herself to take leave of her companions. She turned to them and gave a curtsy. "I do fear that I must take leave for now. It was a pleasure to met you both, and I do hope we see each other again." She said before straightening herself out. And with that she left the room, hoping the others wouldn't think her too rude. •xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx•xxxxx• Louder than sirens
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