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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:51 pm
 Corrine Brooke Masterson Kingdom: Wrath ✩ Rank: Arch Duchess ✩ Location: Hallways || Kirios' Chambers || Her Old Chambers ✩ Clothing Delivery a Few Seconds Too Late  She could only guess that he had dealing with Wrath in the past from the way he handled himself in response to her demeanor. Most men would be intimidated by her if they did not know what a Wrathian noblewoman was like - he was calm and collected. It made her grin slightly - he would at least know what he was dealing with should his intentions turn anything but noble. The real question was how she would react in such a situation…
He quipped about this being the second time in one day he had been asked for his clothes, Corrine raising an eyebrow ever so slightly at his chuckle. Still, she could not help but appear at least slightly amused by this fact - whatever the circumstances of the other request, it was an understandable question. At least the Arch Duchess could say plain and simple that her request was a matter of emergency for a friend…well, really an acquaintance.
"I don't doubt that you'll enjoy your stay, Sir Kirios, so long as you have a thirst for adventure. After all, we have quite a gracious host in that regard - in my short time here, I've been sent on a quest through the catacombs, betrothed to an elf, found a naked man in the gardens and had my head clouded with strange visions. There is certainly never a dull moment." Her manner of speaking indicated that there were some aspects of this visit that she was less content with than others, particularly when she spoke of her husband to be. Of course, he wouldn't know that it was more the idea of the betrothal than the person to whom she was now promised, though she certainly wasn't happy with that prospect either. Those were conversations best saved for those who knew her and her family well enough to be able to understand her take on the matter - not a stranger with whom she was speaking for the first time.
Thankfully,he agreed to help her in her time of need, a smile gracing her features as she stepped closer to him, motioning for him to lead the way.
"Well, since we're on the same page, we should make haste. After you," she spoke simply, falling into step behind him as he began to lead the way to his chambers to get the clothes she required. He at least seemed to know where he was going, a welcome relief considering most people's ability to get lost in the maze of halls filling the castle. It was all too easy to get turned around, she knew from first hand experience, but for now, she was just ready to get this situation under control so she could go kill something…It'd been too long since her last fight.
She passed before him when they reached his room, sparing him a sideways glance as she entered before stepping off to the side to allow him room through the door as well without moving too far into unfamiliar territory. He moved to his belongings, shuffling through them while Corrine waited on in patience, taking a moment to steal a glance around the room. His words to her caused her attention to snap back to him, green eyes piercing as they landed back on him, clothes thrown over his shoulder. His words held an unmistakeable tone of innocence, Corrine taking a small step towards him, eyes eerily innocent as she shot him a smile.
"You certainly have a silver tongue, Sir Kirios. But you shan't be tasting mine on our first meeting." It was playful, a flourish of brunette hair accompanying her turn as she headed towards the door, pausing in the doorway to look back at the man, playful grin still tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Shall we?" Confident that he would fall into step behind her, she began the journey back towards her room, careful to use only her warrior's awareness of her surroundings to make sure that he was following her as opposed to glancing back now and again. It did not take them very long to get back to her old quarters, the Arch Duchess not hesitating in the slightest to open the door and enter without any sort of announcement. Lorelei had returned, with a male of her own that she did not immediately recognize, the brunette giving each of them a small bow of her head in acknowledgment. She caught the tail end of the siren's introduction to her companion, her eyes moving to the bard himself when he introduced himself in more detail.
"Well, I am glad to know our errands were successful, at least on some level," she spoke simply, falling to the side of the room as Sasha offered his rucksack to the gardener. Her attention turned back to Kirios, giving him a soft smile.
"Looks like you'll be able to keep your clothes after all, Sir Kirios," she said with a chuckle, her arms crossing over her chest as she looked back at the rest of the room. It suddenly dawned on her that the others wouldn't know who she'd brought with her, clearing her throat quickly.
"Forgive key rudeness, I'm afraid my head is still swimming from a dream I had. This is Kirios, who was kind enough to bring along some of his own garb, in case your errand was unsuccessful. I spoke with Lord Veritas and explained what happened. I'm sure he will be able to right whatever kind of evil magic is at work here quickly," she said simply, upset that she could offer no greater words of comfort for the moment. Her hand made her way up to her temple, pressing against it lightly as she took a deep breath - perhaps she was just tired. Surely dreams of the sort she had been subjected to were signs of impending illness of sleep deprivation. At the very least, this chapter of her night was coming to a close - it was no longer her hands, not instead up to their god host to discover the source of the gardener's unfortunate transformation.
Sokar found clothes to his liking, removing the shawl without a moment's hesitation to reveal himself to all those in the room. At least Evony had moved on - The arch duchess wasn't sure the girl would have been able to handle turning a new shade of scarlet each time the once-wolf man revealed himself to the world. She was such an innocent young thing. Corrine, on the other hand, politely lowered her gaze to the floor, though more for others' comfort than her own sense of propriety.
"Right, so not that we've remedied one problem, I think we've done all we can until Veritas can sort through whatever magic is at work here." It was a statement more than anything, her eyes turning to each of them in turn and ending on Kirios. Now, she felt a little bad for putting him through so much inconvenience for nothing - but she'd be lying if seeing him in her chambers didn't trigger some improper thoughts deep down in her mind. Perhaps her recent dream was having more of an affect on her than she thought. Realizing that her gaze had lingered far longer than a passing glance, she returned her attentions to the general group, waiting to hear whatever they had to say. It didn't feel right to put some clothes on the poor gardener and go about her business, but what else she needed to do remained a mystery.  ((Oodles Of Carrots: )
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 10:15 pm
Location: Icebox, running in circles, assaulting a statue, and away we go Armor; Very powerful gear  She hadn’t known how long she had been out for, but her head was throbbing and it was pitch black where she was. Lilith pushed herself up into a sitting position from the floor she had just been passed out on, a damp frozen one. All she could vaguely remember were lights flashing by outside the train’s window, and talking to...to those people. But their faces were blurry in her mind’s eye due to the pulsing ache replacing any clear memories that might be trying to ebb their way through. She placed a hand on the right side of her head, wincing at the sensitive lump that had formed from her slamming into a solid object. She felt dumb for freaking out like she had when suddenly appearing in this dark room. With no familiar sounds and a smell that was different from the usual sour smell of ammonia from the subways, she was confused and did the one thing she learned was best to do in New York, run. She’d run into her fair share of walls while living there, but at least she’d seen those coming and wasn’t hurt as bad. But this time was different, first she couldn’t see, second, after running into it (whatever it was), it moved, only to return and hit her back harder.
Getting on her knees Lilith began crawling, searching for something to be able to get an idea of where she was. Her elbows kept getting jammed inside her taco costume, causing her to stumble, nearly smashing head first into the stone floor. Making an overly dramatic grunting noise she sat down on her heels and began grasping at the zipper of her costume, then impatiently twisting her body in an attempt to remove it faster. She felt it slide down halfway then stop. Growling in even more frustration, she began yanking at it, only stopping when she felt the rip. Unmoving and with a look of sheer horror, Lilith began to mumble incomprehensible words. Going from an angry to sad to angry to almost tears, she shrugged then slipped out of the El Taco costume. Not much she could do at the moment to help her dear friend, he would just have to wait. She needed to get out of wherever she was first. Quickly folding him up she slipped an arm through her small backpack (that was hidden under her costume) and slid it off her back, after pulling out her weapon, she then shoved the costume with excessive force (to guarantee it would fit) inside. Securing the bag on her back once more, she began to crawl until her hand found something extremely cold, and what felt like a wall. Flapping her arms above her head to make sure nothing would attack her again, she rose, finding the air above her clear of villains.
She stood for a bit, contemplating the best way to get out of the situation she was in. Agreeing with herself, she searched the wall hoping to find a door. Moving in a slow manner to her left she followed it until it cornered, then continued once more. After passing another corner she noticed the faintest glimmer of light coming from a crease just ahead of her. Sliding along the wall towards it, her hands bumped into what felt like door hinges. After groping the door lustfully she found a tiny latch. Fondling it she heard a noise, which sounded similar to a chain rattle, on the other side of the door. Lilith pushed slightly, so as not to swing the door and hit someone if anyone by chance was near it. The door did not move. After giving it a better shove the door still did not move. Frowning with contempt, right eye twitching, she kicked the door. However, that did not work either. Now with a throbbing head and foot, she cracked her knuckles, then placed both hands on the door and shoved with all her might. A scraping sound rang out as the door began to open. Stopping when she had opened it enough to slip out, she popped her head out to see where exactly she was.
“A pantry!?” Sounding almost put off she walked out into another room, better lit and better smelling than the one she’d just been in. Looking back into the dark room now filled with light she saw giant slabs of meat, even a whole pig dangling from the ceiling. Seeing the pig she touched the bump on her head. Noticing the ice blocks she mistook for a wall, she bit her lip. No wonder it was so darn cold in there...wait I was in an ice locker? Dang it, why couldn’t it have been something cooler. Like, a dungeon or something. Just my luck. Pushing the heavy door shut and latching it with what turned out to be a hook rather than a chain as she thought, she turned towards the pantry with a looming disappointment.
Pushing the door slowly ajar just enough to be able to peek into the next room, she noticed a larger man hovering over a very large pot, his face turned away from her direction. Expanding the door enough to slip through, she turned to close it just as she had opened it. Looking towards the man she extended her arms to help her balance as she lifted her heels up and began to tip toe towards one of the many doors that lined the walls. She tried to keep focus on the man as she moved, worry creeping in that he would notice her and yell at for being there, wherever there was. Chancing a glance at the door she picked to go through, she saw that her plan was going smoothly for she was much closer to it now. Smiling she turned her head to make sure her debut as a stealthy spy was still in good shape, when she saw two very beady eyes looking directly past her newly forgotten career, and into the sham of a person she was. Her once toothy smile was now a forgotten child abandoned in a dark forest, replaced by a village idiot, with a dumbfounded expression.
“Who are you?” he questioned her. “Are you the new girl?” Dropping her arms and her heels, she could only stare at him, trying to think how best to respond. The man moved closer to her, holding a large wooden spoon, dripping with a thick sauce, in his right hand. He lifted it towards her when she failed to respond, splattering the floor with the dark brown fluid. Her eyes followed the spoon, then focused on the sauce that now dotted the stone floor, watching as it absorbed it greedily. Jumping as a meaty hand slapped a nearby table she looked back towards him and moved her mouth a little, as though she was going to speak. He watched her for a few seconds and when no response was issued, he began to glower at her. “Hey, I asked you who you were!”
Finally getting up the nerve to speak she began to respond, needing instantly to clear her throat as only a gurgle noise flowed through. “Uh...Lilith. Lilith of Justice sir. That’s who I am,” finding her courage now she added, “And who might you be, sir?”
“I haven’t heard of you yet, you must be a royal bra...” he looked at her up and down, blinked a few times then continued. “Anyway, I’m one of Veritas’ cooks. Born and raised in this castle I was. What are you doing in here? There’s food in the dining hall if you’re hungry.”
“Oh no thank you sir, could you just tell me how to get to the front door, I need to be leavi...who’s Veritas?” As they looked at each other equally puzzled, the cook responded with a snort. “He’s the god that resides in these here walls. Weren’t you brought here like some of the others, for protection in his castle?” This was becoming too much for her to handle. “Castle”, she repeated the word slowly, more for herself than the cook. “Could you please just tell me how to get out of here?”
The cook nodded his head towards the door closest to him, “Well that door will lead you to-” but before he could finish, Lilith rushed towards the door sending an excited thank you towards the chef, and was gone before she could hear, “the dining hall.”
Walking at a brisk pace she remained as focused as she could possibly be, stopping only once or twice, maybe ten times to look at some of the furniture or artwork's that lined the hall she was traveling down. All she could think was how fancy this place was, and maybe the man meant to say hotel or something, as this looked like some of the places she would go into on her days off, to get free samples. Along the way she had needed to dive behind one of those fancy objects when she had heard someone coming. She had watched as a small, blue haired girl in a lovely dress pass her, the sight of her gown making her smile, bringing to memory the outfits she had seen and even worn in her homeland of Justice. As quick as the memory had given her joy, a sorrowful longing had followed. Sure she’d seen those types of dresses all the time in New York, but somehow the feel of the atmosphere and the way the girl carried herself was different.
As she was continuing down another hall, one she could have sworn she had just gone down, she heard a very lovely voice resounding off the walls just ahead of her. Moving closer towards the lovely noise, she saw the opening from which the voice rang through, a large elaborate doorway. Peering around the opening she gawked into a great hall where large tables were filled with delicious looking food and the most elegant people she could ever remember seeing. She pulled her head back to listen (and not be seen) but the once-thought melodious sound, when heard from a closer perspective, was rather vexatious. When she really began to listen she was confused as to what the lovely lady was talking about, something along the lines of punishment and treason, blood payments and failure, and sentences. Tilting her head slightly, for all of it made no sense to her and really didn’t concern her she supposed, she moved to continue on her way when something fantastical stopped her dead in her tracks as she’d begun to pass the opening. A giant...something was forming in the space above a woman with a creepy looking man standing between her and the lovely lady. As the object turned in to a large blade like thing, Lilith was frozen with eyes growing large, then bulging when it dropped.
Bursting into a full run Lilith ran down several halls finding no escape from this psychotic place with its psychotic people. Finally stopping to gather her wits, she felt herself breathing hard, more from what she had just observed than the running, and feeling rather dizzy from it. Replaying the image in her mind she began to look around frantically making sure no one had followed her, then began to run again, frequently looking behind her as she ran. The hallway started to widen and before she knew it she was bursting into another large room with stairs on either side. She had been crazily looking about when she slammed once more into another solid object, her body flew backwards, her head thumped against the floor, and her tong weapon went sliding a few feet from her. Grabbing her head as severe pain filled her poor damaged brain (like it was something new), she clenched her teeth and started kicking her feet up into the air to try and distract herself from crying out. After a few seconds of this she rolled over, grabbed her tongs and stood up, directly facing the source of her anguish. Her eyes fell upon a chest: a large, wide, solid chest. Who put this damn statue right in front of the door??? MORONS!!! Huffing, she slammed her tongs across the statue’s massive chest. As she snarled at it, a shiver went down her spine as a sudden chill came over her. “Stupid statue,” she chastised it, then going around it she darted out through the door, thankful to finally be rid of the monstrous place.
She stopped several feet from the entrance, and took a good look at her surroundings. She noticed that there were many horses and carriages in several places. Beyond them were fields of flowers, trees, and frondescence, positioned beautifully to create a dream-like scenery. But after being inside what all this beauty surrounded, it looked more like a devious trap than anything else. While standing there, some apprehensions began to form in her mind about where she was exactly. Was this an area of New York she had never been to? Or was it Voldemort returned, and she had somehow become a part of one of his evil plots? Nodding her head at the revelation of such danger, she could never in good conscience, leave these innocents unprotected, savage as they may be.
Noticing movement to the side of her, she turned her head and saw people near a carriage, pulling large boxes down from the rear portion. She watched as a lady with light colored hair ordered the people around her about. The dress she wore looked just as fine as some of the people she’d seen inside, but was nowhere near as Bedazzled as the Angel of Death. Lilith began to walk towards her, so as to ask her some questions, hoping that it wasn’t a ruse. As she got closer, the lady turned towards Lilith briefly to smile at her, causing the girl to stop abruptly. Was she hallucinating? Perhaps because of all the head blows she had received today. There was only one way to know for sure if what she just saw was real.
“Mummy?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:01 am
I don't believe in fate or destiny.
I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment.
However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter -
it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
--Henry RollinsStefan rode in the carraige, sitting next to his mother, quiet and brooding to himself. As usual. It wasn’t just that he was unhappy about having to join a plethora of strangers at Veritas’ kingdom (strangers who would undoubtedly greet him with false courtesies and in reality mock him every chance they got, behind his back like a bunch of craven fools). No, it was also that he wasn’t allowed to go by himself. Twenty four years old, and he had to be escorted by his mother, and his dear ‘aunt’. He knew the story they told everyone, that he was actually escorting the two ladies on a short trip. The truth of it was, he was just not a man in his mother’s eyes. Stefan thought she loved him, a little. Every once in a while she would say so, certainly. But more often she would stay away, whisper to his teachers that he was slow and weak, or so he figured by the way they patronized him. Though wearing dark trousers and a leather jerkin that exposed his muscular bare arms practically to the shoulders from him rolling up the silken sleeves underneath, he felt very much a young boy, less than respected by any who crossed his path.
Stefan’s mental world was one that had evolved from a twisted and troubled childhood, where he had been the fool for everyone to laugh at. Of the royal princes, he’d been one that even the servants made jokes of, so many that he would have to be dumb and deaf not to hear them. Now grown into a mature mountain of a man, he still didn’t feel he had left that life, and instead his mockers had merely learned to be quicker than he, and more cunning. He knew for a fact the king hated him, he said so often, didn’t he? Embarrass him whenever he was at court? And give him sarcastic warnings to watch himself? Stefan was lucky he was quicker than his size made him appear (though he still felt it wasn’t enough to be considered truly quick), and had dispatched more than a handful of assassins this past year alone. Thankfully they were simple sellswords, not from any of the assassin guilds, which was why he was certain he continued breathing this long. Whoever had tried and almost succeeded killing his eldest brother must have been from one of those guilds, though the guards Heike and Terasyn said he’d died without admitting his employer.
That was the good part of all this, he supposed. He missed his siblings, particularly Lincoln, who didn’t make fun of him in front of others. It would depend on what kind of mood Adel would be in to greet him, but at least that brother had a servant he enjoyed torturing, and wouldn’t always pick on him. The twins would be here too, and though he hadn’t seen Lucas in years, he was hopeful Mishka would not have yet begun to despise him. They were not exactly close, being from different royal parents, but as the heir had tried to keep all of the siblings on civil terms, they still considered each other family. The prince had even heard that Corrine would be here, though he was not sure what he would say to her.
The last time he’d seen the arch-duchess, they had been sparring in the castle, and she had disarmed him of his sword without breaking a sweat. Though she had said he was improving, he was positive he had seen a glint of cruel laughter in her eyes. He had been seventeen then, and much smaller in frame (so that he had not yet gained his battle axes). He had not run off to cry, as he was sure the servants all gossiped amongst themselves, but he had remained in the hunting forest for a few hours, wishing he wasn’t such a failure. If only he could distinguish himself in battle, be a hero like in legends, or some other way, then surely his mother would acknowledge him as a grown man, and see him as more than a f-.... well, at least to see him as human.
His memories and thoughts were distracted when the bumping and jostling of the carriage finally stopped, and the driver announced they had arrived. Trying to swallow despite his suddenly parched mouth, the large prince stepped out of the carriage (causing it to bounce a bit from the sudden weight reduction), and held out a hand to assist his mother and aunt out. He could not look them in the eyes, and instead kept his head down, feeling that they were smirking at his oafishness. Once both were out and fiddling around with their dresses and ordering the servants about, he headed towards the entryway, unable to hide his amazement at the immense size of this castle. He had caught sight of the surrounding gardens and crowded forests around the grounds, feeling a bit hopeful that he could hide if needed, if he wished to be alone, away from the absurd royals that would likely be crawling everywhere. Careful not to look towards the areas directly however (for surely his mother would know what he was thinking and consider him a sissy little weakling for having such thoughts), he kept walking forward until he approached the large doors, opened one and stepped in to hold it ajar for the two women to enter.
He had glanced behind him when something unceremoniously struck him in the chest. He was not moved back, though he was nudged in a sense by how unexpected it was. Looking at the ground below him, he saw an oddly garbed woman having some kind of fit on the ground. Hopefully it wasn’t something infectious. He watched silently as she picked up something metallic, yet unbladed, that she’d dropped when she fell, getting up with some difficulty. He did not move to help her, being too surprised at her insane crash into him. Didn’t she have eyes, the blasted idiot?
She got up, sounding irritated as she made an angry huff. The girl, still not even looking at him, unexpectedly smacked him in the chest with her odd metal thing, the sting sharp enough to make him flinch slightly. Without any rationale explanation, she suddenly yelled at him, calling him a statue, and a stupid one at that. He was about to make an angry retort when she brushed past him as if he was an tiny, inconsequential, nothing of a man, making him absolutely mute with fury. He couldn’t even bring himself to turn around and try to salvage his deeply wounded pride. Taking a few short breaths to try to calm his temper as his heavy fists clenched and unclenched themselves, he stomped into the castle, ignoring the voice of his mother behind him, telling him not to leave so rudely before saying goodbye.
Ten minutes later, with barely any conscious memory of how he’d arrived there, the prince discovered he’d found an indoor entrance to a greenhouse adjoining to the outside, made of huge glass windows that let in the full moon’s light. It was also lighted inside with small torches on iron stands, which were surrounded by marble basins, with exquisitely carved mythical fountains spraying water. The greenhouse contained vegetation that required extra humidity, and Stefan could feel the warm mist touching his face and arms within seconds of the door closing behind him.
The anger he had been filled with left him as if it had never been there, and he walked around the greenhouse like a cat on a carpet of feathers. Though his boots were large and heavy, he took delicate steps around the place, and his hands touched the flowers as gently as a summer’s breeze. He had never seen such vegetation as there was in here, for he’d never traveled in the southern lesser kingdoms, where there were such forests called “jungles”, only read of some accounts here and there. There were flowers with a scent so thick that they made him feel lightheaded, and flowers larger than the span of his hand. A small pond was set in the middle of the area, with benches on either side. Brightly colored fish swam in it, below the giant water lilies and lotus blossoms of vibrantly astounding colors. The brawny prince of Wrath was practically hypnotized by all the flowers around him that were like something out of a dream. We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
--Orson Welles
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 12:35 am
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Halls ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Kirkis
....Boys and Girls  The jester had been stuck in a trance like state, appearing like a jester garbed statue than anything. Visions flashed through the ageless jester's mind as he took in sights and sounds from this mystery realm, where he seemed to take on another life. There was a rabbit mask, this white powder he kept giving others, and many moving images of colored ponies partaking in wacky adventures.
The visions were so colorful and vivid, it took Claus a while to return back to reality. When he did, he twitched suddenly and acted as if his neck had just been snapped. "What a world!" he said suddenly, his disturbing posture not changing for awhile until he placed his hands on his head. Violently pulling his head back into a healthy looking position (accompanied by some loud cracking sounds), he sighed as stretched the rest of his body out before he remembered where he was.
He took a look at Kirkis, and through his arms into the air, his white gloves floating into the air and dancing with each other. "Kirkis! I've had the most amazing visions flow through me like blood running in one's body! Oh wait...you're dead, so you don't know what that's like anymore! Ooops!" he happily exclaimed, adding a giggle to further irritate the dead butler. "There was white dust EVERYWHERE, moving steel boxes, and a devilshly handsome man...ME!" he said,spinning in place in front of the butler. "It was so wonderful and different! Like a land straight out of my dreams, except dirtier!" he said as he sorted through the visions to try and find the greatest image of them all to keep in his mind forever.
The white gloves that had been dancing and levitating above the pair fell down onto the jester's mask and ran onto his sleeves to take their rightful spots on his hands. {{{O.O.C.: Short post, sorry. Didn't have a lot to go out on.}}}
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 10:43 pm
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧɑϵɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Fortitude Rank: Prince Location: A random bedroom with Theoran and Tao, Now I feel terrible… White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead (()) He hadn’t realized that he hadn’t opened a mental channel between both of them. That way, they would be able to hear him as if he was having a normal conversation. Because without that, there would be the awkward moments of one person not knowing what John said to the other. After all, without his mind connecting with the other telepathically, they would not be able to hear a word he said. Thus, silver blues hide themselves briefly as the angel focused on his telepathy. With efficacy of one who used his telepathy in ways most didn’t need it, John allowed his mind to touch Theoran’s mind, severing his connection to Tao’s for now. He hoped that by doing this, he could help Theoran understand what had just happened, while leaving Tao alone briefly. “I am sorry about that.” His tone seemed a bit quieter than before, almost as if he was doing his best not to freak out Theoran again. “It seems I forgot to keep my mind connected to yours. Please forgive me for the sudden…shock to your system there.”
His silver blues looked towards the entrance, seeing Theoran there waiting. “I shall explain what happened once we catch up with Tao.” Though, he probably hasn’t gotten too far. Admittedly, John felt guilty now for allowing himself to forget about the state Tao was in. How could he suddenly forget that Tao still was suffering from the injuries indirectly given to him by Martin? Maybe those strange images are affecting me more than thought? But, the angel had never heard of images causing temporary memory loss. However, as John moved to leave the room, he felt a strange sense of deju vu. As if he had just been leaving a place with Tao and someone else. How odd.
It was just like before when he had seen the images of the two blurry figures. This new figure in his dreams looked to be blurry like the ones before. Instead of bringing anger through, this person brought a small smile to his face. A feeling of being able to trust the figure came over him. However, how could he trust someone he had never met? Yet another odd feeling to come upon him with the past few moments.
However, John could not linger on it long as he moved down the hallway towards Tao. “You see, it seems Tao is the type to be jumpy when awakened, and thus sent an energy blast at me. Hence, why you almost got hit yourself. That I feel I must apologize for as well…even though it was not my fault directly.” Sometimes, the angel knew he apologized a bit too much. But, John did know when something wasn’t his fault. It just a bad habit he knew he had to break. “The condition he is in however…That happened before we went in there. Unfortunately though, my mind had a temporarily moment of unconsciousness…At least, that is the best way to describe it.” While John knew he could have gone on about exactly what that meant, he didn’t want to appear crazy either, especially to someone he barely knew. Thus, unless Theoran experienced the same thing, he wasn’t sure going any further would do any good. “Thus, I had forgotten that he was still recovering from an incident earlier…involving himself and another male by the name of Martin.”
Briefly, the angel looked over at Tao’s bracelet, wondering if Tao would care if John told Theoran about it. Then again, for now, Tao could not hear what John told Theoran. But at the same time, John did not feel right using that to his advantage. Thus, the angel chose the route that eased his trouble mind the best. “It would probably be best to ask him personally about it. Once we are at the kitchen and able to rest of course. For now though, I feel I must try and make up for my inconsideration when it came to his state.” With this, he served the connection between himself and Theoran as he moved closer to Tao. As he did so, his silver blues shimmered as he looked at the thief. He couldn’t just allow him to keep using the walls as a crutch! Not when it had been his own fault for causing Tao to come out of his peaceful rest in the first place! Thus, with his mind doing its best to recall where the burns had been, he placed his hand on Tao’s shoulder gently, hoping that hadn’t been one of the burned spots on the thief’s slender body.
“I am sorry for my rudeness. My mind forgot about your condition…but that is still no excuse.” His lips moved into a frown, looking down at the stoned floor as the three kept on moving. “I just thought maybe some food would help you get better faster, since I remember being told allowing yourself to starve only makes such things worse.” Now that John thought about, who had told him that? Was it his parents? No, that didn’t feel right. Was it Haven? No, he didn’t think his older brother had told him that. Who was it? His fingers ran through his hair, his eyebrows furrowing as he moved his gaze off the floor. Upon seeing a painting of an angel, it hit him. Oh yes! It had been sister Alexandria who told me that I do believe. Not completely sure though, but it seems like someone with she would say to me.
Now that John thought about it, it had been four years since he had last seen his older sister. She had gone off wondering to explore the world and help others. He could still remember wishing he could have gone with her. But, his duty to the military and to his kingdom made him unable to go. However, maybe if he had, the angel wouldn’t be mute like he was now. Then again, he knew thinking in what ifs would get him nowhere. Though, at that moment, John realized the last time his sister had seen him…he had been able to talk! What would she say when she found out her brother had gone mute while she was gone? Would she be accepting of his condition, or would she be angry at him for his carelessness? While John knew it would be more characteristic of her to accept it, a small part of him felt worried at the perspective of her rejection. After all, just like Haven, she had been there all of his life. Even when he had learned they shared no common blood, like he and Haven did, John still considered Alexandria his dear older sister.
“You know, it was actually my sister who told me that. I forgot to mention her to you, but I feel you probably do not want to hear such things right now.” A small sigh left his lips as he looked back at Theoran briefly. “But if you need to lean against me…or for me to carry you, just nudge me ok? I’ll be happy to oblige.” Besides, it wasn’t like John was planning on encountering any of the other royals if he could. But, even though John didn’t much care to be caught carrying Tao around, like he had earlier, he knew his parents would. Thus, he would have to keep from doing such “risky” behaviors when his parents possibly would see it.
With this last thing said to Tao though, John allowed himself to connect to Tao’s and Theoran’smind now. That way, anything he said from then on would be heard by both of them, instead of just one of them. “If you two don’t mind me asking, what do you two think you would like to eat? I would assume the cooks here would be preparing many varieties of food due to the varied people that shall be entering those dining halls.” Letting the question hang in the air, John kept moving forward, not particularly in any kind of rush what so ever. We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2011 11:36 pm
Elliot White
Location: New York City?, I'm not in Kansas Veritas' Kingdom anymore.
Rank: Architect of Fortitude
"I am just a man. Not superhuman." "I need a hero to save my life." "A hero will save me just in time." 
Elliot was very suddenly aware of a pain in his right arm yet again and looked down in a daze to see his luggage hanging from his hand. Putting his left hand on his forehead he shook his head a little to snap out of it. He was sure that he was somewhere else or rather someone else not moments before. He had been sitting in a bar enjoying a drink as a matter of fact he still felt a little lightheaded from the experience. Letting out a groan Elliot returned his attention on where he had been before. Or was it now? Man was he confused. Looking around he was clearly in a castle which meant that the other him wasn't real right? It must have all been some crazy daydream or something to that nature. He was not a criminal or bookie working with crooked cops and mobsters he was an architect from Fortitude staying the castle where it was supposed to be safe. Or rather he had arrived at this castle to stay.
The pain served as an anchor of sorts to keep him from wandering further which life was real. Trying his best to get back into the right state of mind he looked straight ahead as he began walking trying to find a servant and no longer content to walk the halls. He needed sleep to get passed this properly. The thing that worried him perhaps most is that if he had been 'tampered' with then why didn't his ability negate such a thing? Was there that powerful a being to be able to ignore his negation? He was so completely absorbed in his thoughts as he walked aimlessly that when a voice spoke up he jumped a little. Turning in the direction of the female in question she seemed familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Blinking a few times her words seemed to puncture his thoughts a little delayed. "The heirs of Justice. Sorry can't say that I have. I just arrived here myself you see. And in all honesty considering I am not from Justice I probably wouldn't know them if I found them."
The woman was definitely not royalty and therefore Elliot didn't feel the need to drop down in respect considering he was feeling so out of it. "I could actually use some rest myself and am currently seeking out a servant of the castle to show me to a room as well. Care to join me in my search. Maybe I can help you look for the Heirs while we look for a servant." After his question Elliot fell silent sure that his body language would give away how out of it and tired he felt.
(OOC: Ryan will be worked on tomorrow.)
"And if it kills me tonight, I will be ready to die." "A hero's not afraid to give his life." "A hero's gonna save me just in time."
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 2:00 am
Location - Dining Hall
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
Ryan's eyes landed on his sister as if he could sense something wasn't right with her which in a way he could. He had been around her all of her life and definitely been with her through all the bad times and he liked to think he knew her well enough to know when something was wrong. The way she looked around the hall was almost as if she was searching for something desperately. Therefore given the state she was in something was just...off. At his sister's words he offered her a warm smile. "I could never forget dear sister." Catching the inclination of his sister's head and subsequent smile Ryan knew his apology had been accepted and he felt relief was over him. That was one weight off his chest. As Naedira was the first to speak after his self introduction Ryan gave a small laugh. "You are too kind sister." As Altonair greeted him officially Ryan bowed his head in respect to the man. "You speak truly Prince Altonair. I think this day has been an eventful one all around."
Normally Ryan would have told the man to just call him by his first name to make him feel more comfortable however he wasn't sure if he should. However, after another glance at Altonair the heir of humility decided to go ahead. "And please just Ryan. We will be family soon and there is no need for formalities among brothers." Naedira seemed oddly quiet after that and Ryan kept looking in her direction with worry clearly on his face for his younger sister. Had her use of magic drained her this bad again? Then there was Madelyne who was being just as quiet having not said a single word since he arrived. Was she mad at him for his behavior earlier in the day? Suppressing a sigh Ryan let himself focus on the topic of conversation his father had chosen for the moment. It was a topic Ryan was honestly not very focused on considering his worry, but he still managed a smile as Altonair proudly stated that Envian steel was of the finest quality. "You know I have met your brother. He proved to be an interesting companion and quite capable when we ventured into the catacombs. I do believe what you say is very true."
Ryan left out the parts concerning Lorelei and that he was pretty sure Nathaniel had intentionally made the call of Lorelei's voice stronger. Somehow. Why he would do such a thing while appearing the perfect prince was beyond Ryan however he had decided to let it go for now. There was no sense in dwelling on such things for now. Surely Nathaniel had his reasons. A horn being blown caught his attention and ceased any further conversation as Ryan turned to the source of the disturbance. Hearing the words the herald spoke Ryan's eyes widened. Looking towards Lucien with concern for his friend he remained seated. The Avarice rulers had been overthrown and there was new leadership? It sounded to be good to be true and absolutely filled with dread at the same time. Maybe the war could end now. What would happen to Lucien though? Death seemed the most likely thing which made Ryan's mouth dry. It was no secret Ryan had never really liked Dorian considering how much she liked to toy with him still he wasn't sure he wished death on even her.
The self proclaimed rightful heiress to the avarician throne then took the time to speak as the page fell dead. Hearing the words coming forth from the blonds mouth Ryan knew exactly what was to happen to his friend and thought to move to help them. A hand gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles were white. He desperately wished he had brought the oft forgotten sword of his. He only hand one of the sais he used for defensive purposes. Then suddenly a pendulum swung down from the ceiling and right before everyone's eyes cut Dorian completely in half causing Ryan to stare on in a mixture of horror and outrage. As the two halves of her body fell away it was an image that Ryan was sure would forever be etched in his mind. Lucien gasping for breath made Ryan shift in his seat as if he meant to get up. Watching the hooded man running across the table towards Lucien made Ryan go to get up immediately before he caught his father's eyes and seen the slight shake of the king of humility's head. Did he know of this?
Turning away to avoid seeing it he heard the thump of Lucien's body against the floor and gritted his teeth together in anger. Clearly his sisters were horrified and Ryan wished desperately he could protect them from seeing such things. Hearing another man being dispatched so ruthlessly Ryan refused to look in the direction of the murderers in question. Turning to his father he did his best to contain his anger and keep his voice even. "How could you let them do that Father?" Even after he said it Ryan knew the answer to the question even if he didn't want to think about it. Never before had he felt so angry. Lucien's life had just been ended when he had never wanted to be in this situation before. Lucien hadn't wanted to protect a sister that Ryan was sure Lucien disliked almost as much if not more than Ryan did. Still he had been bound. And now it was all over. Hearing Altonair's suggestion Ryan nodded his head stiffly. Madelyne quick to agree with leaving. However Altonair looked towards an exit and then without a word rushed to the little girl in the doorway that Ryan recognized as the girl he had met in Corrine's room. Gods did she see it all?
Shaking slightly he took a few calming breaths as another man approached the table as if nothing had just happened and present the King with gifts. Ryan ignored him too angry to properly desire to converse with the newcomer, but finding his request to escort Madelyne away both outrageous and somehow appropriate. Not that Ryan wanted her out of his sight at the moment. Who knew who the horrible self important heiress would sentence to death next. Still Ryan found himself to angry to speak to the man afraid he might lash out at him for treating the death of his friend so lightly. Why should anyone else care if two former royals were killed anyway right? Looking to Naedira Ryan stood up and taking the seat vacated by Altonair put his arm around his sister. "Are you alright Nae?" Waiting for a response a sweet melody filled his head as Lorelei sent him a reply to his earlier apology. The words that were filled with sweet promises doing a good job of calming him back down and once he was sure he was calm sent a reply to her.
'I look forward to our rendezvous more than you could know milady. After what I have just witnessed I want nothing more than to never set foot in the dining hall again. Lord Nathaniel and you were right. The dining hall is not a place I desire to be in ever again and for once Lady Sara has nothing to do with it.' Surely she would want to know exactly what was going on however it brought the taste of bile to his mouth simply thinking of it. 'I will explain later milady.' Falling silent afterward he just held on tightly to his sister afraid to let her go for fear of something happening to her. She was certainly closer to Dorian than he was and was also friends with Lucien so this entire situation was harder for her surely.
|I am human and I need to be loved.
Just like everybody else does.|
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 10:51 pm
  L a n dxxo fxxt h exxH u m b l e dxxp e o p l e
One of the few he had left.
His father had been gifted with two sons…Both smart, intelligent and cunning. But their differences made them seem like night and day. Asher was blond, where Tobias had hair the color of onyx… Asher had taken to the sword at a young age, just as easily as a fish took to water. Tobias had taken to the art of seducing women, disturbing the peace, violence, public drunkenness and nature-bending as if it were born into him. The trees obeyed him as if he were their maker. Strange that their Gods, old and new, would bless such a disturbed individual.
As punishment for putting a black mark against their family name, Asher’s younger brother had been forced to take the cloth. It seemed in some ways to have tempered him… But Asher had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before the man displayed his true nature. Wouldn’t the innocent, virtuous, maiden’s be shocked then?
Lost in thought, Knight Corbon sat quietly in the barracks that were located less than a league from Avarician borders—Green eyes intently watching the flame flicker in the fire pit. His men laughed and drank…Some played cards, others gambled with dice…Though oddly enough, the most popular way to pass the time was chess and arm wrestling. Chess was popular because it was a war game. They played with pieces made of ivory and jet.
The Cambion played with pieces of bone stolen from the bodies of slain Humilitian people. Trophies.
Asher wished that he could relax as his men did…Wished that for the evening, he could celebrate that Humility was finally winning what had seemed to be an impossible War. Granted…It had taken a deal with the devilishly convincing d’Aquitaine of Avarice to accomplish such a feat…But they truly hadn’t had many other choices.
Surrender had never been an option.
Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw the Cambion breeching their defenses…He saw his home, the place of his birth on fire. They’d slaughtered their way through their soldiers and practitioners…They took women and men, most of them had seen too few winters… Locked them away in cages. They’d broken into the palace…Were nearly to the throne room where King Riley waited with his personal guard…He seemed far less, and somehow more concerned than his generals.
Asher remembered how the d’Aquitaine forces had appeared, as if by magic. Now that he reflected back upon it…It likely was magic. They surrounded the Cambion forces, attacking faster than the eye could follow, using the element of surprise and the cover of the Palace in Tuathail to repel them. By the grace of their beliefs and the magic that their temples held, and the assistance of an enemy of their enemy…They beat them back. Harder than they’d come in the first place.
Humility was for the time being…Safe. It’s royal line intact… But in return for the assistance, King Alec had agreed to still his forces for a fortnight while the d’Aquitaine removed the Malcanthet from power.
Asher couldn’t help but feel that such a bargain was a mistake.
From the ravens they’d received from their scouts…Avarice was in compete chaos. Up until the last battle on Humility’s soil…They’d slowly been losing. But now, with the winning hand…Every instinct within him pushed that they should press onward. There were so many citizens of Humility dead…So many had lost their homes. There should be no forgiveness for the atrocities that had been committed against them. And for what?
No one was quite sure what the Cambion had been after…For as much as they killed, they imprisoned twice as many citizens… Seemingly with the intent to take them back across Avarician borders. The lead Guardian Knight no longer wished to know.
Avarice, to Asher, was the enemy. No matter who sat on the accursed golden throne... The greed corrupted anyone that fell victim to it. Even the strongest were seduced by its allure. Their hearts became just as black as the Cambion.
The King had taken the time of tentative, prospective peace to convene with his Heir, Prince Ryan, some distance away—Leaving Godrick in charge. Asher respected his father, and he always obeyed. But the standing order was to wait for the King’s return... Unless Avarice struck first.
While the King was away, the Humilitian Army rebuilt what the Cambion had destroyed…Filled their ranks, and dressed their wounds…Burned their dead to avoid the corruption… These things had become almost mechanical to the people. Their once cheer filled homes in ruin… The War with Avarice had affected everyone profoundly…There truly was no turning back.
A fight broke out behind his head an Asher raised his fingers to his lips, whistling shrilly. He was their leader, their general, and at the sounds the men drew away from each other glaring…Asher looked over his shoulder, eyes hard and reflective. His mother had been part wood nymph. “Attention! Save your fury for the demons, brothers. If we fight amongst ourselves and waste our strength…We will only make it that much easier for them. Do not shame your King in his absence.”
All of the soldiers within hearing distance stiffened and squared their shoulders, coming to their feet as an unnatural stillness spread through those within hearing distance. The parties involved in the scuffle at least had the decency to look ashamed.
Knight Corbon turned back towards the fire, sighing. He knew that the men were growing restless…The silence made them nervous. “As you were, gentlemen.”
They relaxed, and slowly the voices grew again…But much more subdued. The mention of the Cambion had ruined any frivolities. Their eyes flickered to the tree line every now and again… As if expecting the creatures to come hoarding out of it…They were apprehensive, and rightly so. Even still…They were ready to move the company at a moments notice. Humility was a strong Kingdom, despite what the rest of the royal houses thought of them. Nature-benders had moved the trees closer and closer to the Avarician border, providing them with cover as they moved as close as they dared… Their wait would not be forever. This bloody, gruesome war would be over soon.
Humility would not lose.
No one in the camp ever noticed the sleek, svelte form of a woman flitting through the trees that surrounded them like a spirit dweller... Her form wasn't entirely solid, made of darkness and magic....It was no wonder that they missed it amongst the shadows. She'd been watching...Listening. Waiting for the right moment... The son of the Regent was a prize that she required-- The Earth would bleed of him, before she was through.
But he knew something she had not known. Something that made her laugh... A ghostly sound that went unheard, though a few of the men felt chills for no reason. "The King is away my sweet...", she purred to an old yew, leaning her head against it, though it darkened...Rotting from her touch. "Why would he leave in a time of battle? What could be so important that he would dare step foot from his lands...What a puzzle..."
She tilted her head, as if she could hear the yew tree that she so thoroughly abused...Suddenly she laughed. "We must find him then. Find him, and we shall find what is most precious to him..."
"And then...The blood line will end."
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:46 pm
It was an unfortunate fact that Haven had been born the eldest of his children, unfortunate that he shared the blood of both parents. That fact had kept Reginald to himself most of the day, his hands clasped behind his back while he considered the dilemma. Elizabeth had still been in tremors related to her anger, and Haven had locked himself away, ordering tankard after tankard to be delivered to him in the library. Complacent, quiet, and ever cogitating, the king had little to say to anyone who dared approach him.
The time had come and passed that servants cared to bother him with some idle words of encouragement, as though their trumpeting would aid the man in loosing his worries. Rather, it only threw him deeper into his contemplation. The circumstance as a whole was certain to drive the man to a half-crazed state; not only could he never rectify the tethers that were fast unwinding between the future king and the rest of the Greenes, but he could not begin to hope that Haven would ever be the king that Fortitude deserved. Needed. Expected.
No, the decline of their kingdom would start with Haven, and any offspring he had with the Lustian whore. A sigh escaped his pressed lips, and though he hadn't a thought as to where his destination would be, Reginald wandered through the castle, his concentration taking few breaks along the way. It was not until he happened upon a dark haired gentleman who looked wholly lost as he silently scrutinized the architecture, that Reginald's thoughts lifted from the nerve-wracking situation; The man looked familiar.
Naturally, before making a fool of himself, the king of Fortitude's mind shifted to placing him, but it was the contours of the man's profile that made it easy work after a moment's consideration. “James.” He said, voice more hopeful than he'd originally allowed. It'd been many years since they'd sent the boy away, desiring that the boy learn values that the palace life wouldn't teach.
It was his deepest wish that Sampson instruct him in the ways of their military, that the young prince be raised to one day become a general, instead of disputing with his older brother over the birthright of the throne. Too many brothers had killed each other for the same desire to rule; it'd been Reginald's wish to keep them separated to prevent it.
“My son... I never thought that my eyes would lay so proudly upon a man before.” His second born had grown up well, his posture that of a true gentleman, his overall build displaying well that he'd not been a glutton. “Nor did I ever think that I'd find you here, in the god's realm, instead of hearing of your tales of valor on the battlefields.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 4:23 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: Corrine's old quarters A rouge tint swirled in her otherwise ivory cheeks in her wonderment; the coincidence of their shared experience was in fact a marvel, perhaps something that they should have considered more. But neither seemed inclined to do so. “I must admit, that it is fairly odd, but so many things here have been, so many secrets I'm sure still lie in wait for discovery.” The siren murmured, her amber eyes searching skyward, her sights set on the high archways as though they'd give her the answers.
None were to be found so easily.
With the change of subject, Lorelei's gaze averted back to her present company, a demure smile painting her features pleasantly at his remark regarding Sokar and her shawl. “You jest, sir.” She mused, a small rupture of melodic giggles passing between her lips. Her hand daintily rose to muffle the sound, but the enchantment still dispersed itself through the halls, touching even the intimate corners, and lacing them with promise. “I cannot contemplate that any man would be so comfortable to wear a mere shawl, which leaves nothing to a maiden's imagination.”
It was several turns and a multitude of passageways before they found their way back to the young Corrine's former quarters, but the arrival brought forth a sigh from her chest. Sokar was alone, and Sasha wasted little time with introducing himself with a gallant bow.
The princess bit down on her lower lip, fingers toyed with a curl at her waist as the bard made the wolf-man's options in a somewhat humorous manner, though if Sokar had caught the capers, he gave no indication of it. Instead, he rummaged through the satchel and eventually pulled out a pair of pants. There had been no hesitation in his hasty removal of the shawl, dropping it to the floor while he shimmied into the breeches. A shocked gasp fell from her lips and she hid her scarlet-imbued face, not bothering to mention it wasn't proper. Of course Sokar wouldn't know of this... and in the presence of a Lustian woman it would, if ever mentioned, be the barest of scandals.
At least, Corrine had stepped in with none other than Kirios in correlation to Sokar pulling breeches over his more private areas. Despite the brazen undertone that the remark that Corrine made carried, Lorelei repressed an overwhelming urge to smile. Kirios, she doubted, had little qualms about doffing any garbs of his own – if his flirtatious antics had been any indication.
“I do hope that he'll be able to do so promptly.” The siren murmured, attempting to keep her words short. It was best to keep any flourishing songs from streaming into the air, lest any one find themselves affected. And Lorelei had learned well enough since her arrival, that she need not instigate it if she could avoid it.
Once she deemed it safe to look again, Lorelei chanced a glance at her present company. “I'll find time during the passing days to make sure to fit you some breeches for a man your size... even if I have to peel the drapes from the windows to ensure that I have enough cloth.” As long as he was human, he'd need them. “My mother insisted on upon teaching me needlework from an early age, I can promise you that it will be of quality.”
The tone which Ryan transmitted his anxiousness for their scheduled rendezvous stilled Lorelei's heart. ~Milord... What is wrong?~ Rubbing her temples, she let let loose a breath of worry, one that those in the chambers could easily translate, despite it being completely wordless. “We need to get to the dining hall... something is afoot.”
Silently, the siren stepped lithely, but hurriedly to the threshold, determination set in her features. "Sokar, sir... could you show us the way, so that we might not fall subject to the labyrinth once more?"
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary: Permission to move them to the dining hall granted.]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 7:34 pm
FORTITUDEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXRank: PrincessXXXXXXXXXXXXXXLocation: The Front Doors, soon to be wandering the halls.
Hooves clacked against the dirt road as a single tanned horse road gallantly down the beaten trail. It's golden main waved back and forth under the light as the mud on its coat slowly fell from its body. The beast's heated breath could be seen in puffs as it poured out of its mouth in constant and steady breaths. On top of the beast, however, road a cloaked figure. She stood on a saddle, grabbing hold of the reigns to her trusty stead tightly, as she firmly kicked her heals into the horses stomach to go faster. Her white cloak flickered in the wind behind her as if they were wings to the back of an angel, which wouldn't be that far of a stretch. As the wind picked up around her and her mount, the stark white piece of cloth fell from her face, revealing the identity of the nautical nymph to be none other than Alexandria.
Perhaps one of the less feminine of the princesses, the adopted child was returning from a long four year journey of adventure and sailing along the high seas. Her cutlass clacked against the side of her saddle, hitting the various objects that hung from the stead's leathery bag. Golden hair flowed behind her in an endless river as the flushed cheeked female leaned in towards the animal she had grown so close to as time had gone on. The horse wasn't always hers or even belonging to the kingdom of Fortitude. In fact, the stallion she was currently riding on the back of was a gift, from the same exact man who had given her the cutlass she had grown so fond of. Parting gifts, if you will, of the great pirate crew she sailed with.
A slight clicking noise escaped her lips, as she whipped the reigns of the creature in a quick motion. she stood, clad in a pair of knee-high black leather boots and a pair of dark brown pants tucked neatly into her shoes. She wore a billowing long-sleeved white shirt, covered only by her belt which held her few pirating tools she just could never bear to part with. Under her shirt she wore a black sleeveless shirt, easily seen as the unbuttoned over shirt she dawned seemed to flow behind her in unison with her cape. A smirk sat pleasantly upon her lips, as the rather tall and slender female looked upon the horizon when she began to hear the slight noise of a carriage. Suddenly excited by the thought of being with her family, she no longer thought of going to this castle as a trip to a prison or a sentencing to the gallows. She saw it as a get together, something she would be able to benefit from.
"Make haste, Constantine," she whispered to her horse in a crisp voice, "We should be upon the grounds of the castle but momentarily."
The horse seemed to whinny after her words, as if he understood, and continued to gallop at a steady pace. With each step they grew closer to the grounds. The sweet scent of the sea still was fresh upon her clothes, nearly overpowering the flowers and greenery that slowly started to grow in numbers. The scenery around her grew from a thick forest to what seemed like more and more open ground. The castle seemed within her grasp as she and her stead slowed to a mere trot. It took her only moments before she slipped her hood back over her head, hiding her face from the word around her. It seemed like days ago since there was an attempt on her life, and even though they were easy to defeat Alexandria's father warned her that it wouldn't be so easy a second time round. With a heavy sigh, the angel looked up. Watching the branches above her slowly move across the sky in what was a sweeping motion.
As the branches grew more sparse, so did her attention span. Alex's thoughts wandered from her being as they alone explored the possible castle grounds. as she thought about it continually, she then realised how long it really had been since she had seen her family.
Family.
Did she even know the meaning of the word anymore? She had been traveling for so long and avoiding her father and mother's watch for so many years was she even considered still one of the Greene's? Though she liked to think of James as one of her closest siblings, she found comfort in the thought of seeing John again after all those years. She felt like a mother to him at times, and had always regretted leaving him, but that was all in the past and he would know she loved him with all her heart still once they met again. She swallowed a growing lump in her throat as she clicked her tongue once more, causing the horse to slow to a complete stop. Alex proceeded to jump off the side of her horse and grab a hold of the reigns, as she guided the beast along side her. She stroked Constantine's head as her feet lightly tread upon the path up the caste. She looked in awe upon the building, completely overtaken by the overall side and stature. Even though she had lived in a castle most of her life, this one really took her breath away.
"Brilliant."
she uttered in a melodic tone as her steps grew smaller in strides. The female pirate blinked a few times, looking at the few carriages of royalty that also seemed to be rolling in from the opposite direction. She adjusted her posture as her strides suddenly became unnaturally graceful, as was natural for her because of her power. She lifted her hand from under her velvet cloak and slipped the hood off of her blonde, sun drenched hair. tanned skin stood out against her blindingly white cloak--a recent gift from her father for protection as it was charmed by a wizard-- as she slipped her hair around her left shoulder. She looked around for a servant of some sort, though she never enjoyed using them, only to be out of luck. With a quick snap, the female turned towards her horse and unhitched the saddle. it slid of the creature's back revealing an obviously lighter, and cleaner, spot as the worn leather fell to the dirt. Alexandria patted her old friend's back and hit his back side lightly, signaling for him to go home--and so he did.
As she waved goodbye to the creature, she lifted her canvas bag from the side of the saddle. It was rather large in size and seemed to be larger than her own waste and longer than her torso. inside, contained the majority of her things, which apparently her other clothes had been sent ahead of time. Though she knew when her father had said, "other clothes", he had meant more presentable dresses and noble garb. She let out a huff of air and tightened her grip on the bag over her shoulder as she stepped inside of the rather large castle without a moment's notice, leaving the saddle sitting neatly in a tree overhead.
As she walked in, she noticed the tail end of a rather brooding man who gave off the energy equal to that of a volcano. She blinked and looked away from the male as he disappeared behind a corner, likely leaving a pillar of smoke behind him, and yet she continued to pear around. The woodwork astonished her and the halls seemed to continue endlessly, only making the young Alexandria smile. "This place is absolutely lovely," she thought to herself, as the female seemed to glide with every progressive step. Though she thought about finding a room, the thought quickly left her mind when she continued to pass hall after hall after hall. It seemed like an endless maze or a labyrinth of art and glorious architecture. Little did the princess know, she had just passed the secret heir--James--of Fortitude on her way to. . .well. she had no idea. It seems the two eldest Greenes became lost quite easily.
Her direction quickly changed from the stairs to the nearest hall, where she quickly became lost in a world she didn't well recognize. A smile sat upon her face as the nomadic noble child of Fortitude swirled and spun around the castle, looking up at the ceiling and the lighting, completely taken by everything in the building. As she traveled through the halls, she removed her velvet cloak and safely set it inside of her bag. Her rather light garb seemed to suite her as her golden, wavy hair bounced behind her path. Alex, because of how entirely engulfed she was in the castle, sooner rather than later became lost. She blinked a few times and stood still, focusing on the small conversations happening in distant rooms and halls as she turned around and continued to take more random corridors Until she happened upon two large glass doors.
Wide dough eyes looked upon the slightly ajar creations, reflecting the moon's light perfectly where she was standing. Her ocean blue eyes seemed to mimic the starry sky as flecks of white twinkled in their rich color. the female set her bag down next to the door and pushed it open slightly, finding a warm blast of humid air hit her like a she had just run into a wall. Alex took in a breath of warm, fresh air as she closed her eyes peacefully. She closed the door softly behind her, walking in the direction of some bright and colorful flora. Slowly and unknowningly, she was making her way to the center of the garden, silently recalling the flowers she had seen and documented on her journies.
"Gorgeous." she spoke to herself, unaware that Stefen--or as she referred to him the brooding stranger-- was standing within a few feet of where she was. The adopted princess smiled at the flowers, kneeling down slightly as she cupped a lotus in her hands, taking in the scent of it as if she was the only one aware of their existence. The adventurer adored flowers and other sorts of plants and nature. Really, just wildlife in general. She preferred the wild to the civilized life she had grown up with-- it was much less prejudice as to who you were and where you were from. Alex touched the flower lightly, caressing the smooth petals with the gentleness of a child even though she appeared rather rugged and dangerous. She gave off the scent of the sea as if it was a perfume she wore daily and her clothes were anything but lady like. Her button up shirt just barely touched the ground as she continued to stay kneeling down. "If only flowers had the power of speech. . . The stories that they could tell." She pondered aloud to herself as she allowed the flowers around her to consumer her thoughts and daydreams. the angel stood gracefully from her stooped over position, only to find she had bumped her head upon a rather hard and ridged. She rubbed it slightly with her right hand and looked up at the wall of a man when she had just noticed that she was standing inches away from the wrathian prince who's jaw she just ran into. "Oh! Pardon me! I do apologize for that." she said, taking a slight bow to unknown fellow royalty. She coughed to clear her throat and took a step back to survey the damage, only smiling slightly behind the tips of her fingers at the unusual clumsiness of her actions,"Are you quite alright? I was a tad distracted by the scenery it seems my surroundings hid you rather well." she added, as a pang of guilt overtook her body.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 1:23 pm
♈Ɉɑsφєʀ, Ӄɳɩɠɦʈ ɵϝ Шʀɑȶɦ♈  ┏━━━━━━┓
-- Where am I? Hallway with Soren, Mishka, and Lucas
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--What is my title? Knight
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--My kingdom? Wrath
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Jasper was glad that he had his guard raised. His assumption on taking Mishka by surprise was right and she struck at him. He was not bothered by it he knew it was only a reaction, especially the situation she was in. She probably was already feeling some remorse for not being able to catch herself in time. But he would put her at ease later, after all this was settled.
After she had made her comment he was about to respond with how he was "duty" bound and all of that official stuff. But the woman before them spoke up.
It was natural for her to deny everything that was going on. Jasper, of course, was clueless as to half of what she was talking about. Apparently this pile of goo was a shapeshifter that had taken the form of Lincoln, Mishka's brother and heir to Wrath, If something that powerful was in the castle it needed to be eradicated. This could be the assassin they were looking for and it would put an end to their... Royal Death problems.
Jasper listened intently to the woman as she finished. He detected no signs of her hiding anything and she even claimed to be a Knight, he thought anyways, of Envy. Which was an ally to Wrath, rather close actually. But even so he would not let his guard down. He did, however, shift his stance and lower his sword. If need be he could be ready to defend in a instance. This knight(Soren), however, had not even drawn her sword. He wouldn't fight an unarmed combatant.
Mishka hadn't spoken since the Knight finished talking. So Jasper decided to chime in, "That is quite the tale. My first assumption had been wrong, then, possibly. This, is entirely a different matter." His eyes flickered down to the mass of goo and back to the Knight. He thought for a moment considering everything he had heard.
Finally he moved to sheath his sword and give his full attention back to the Knight, "Forgive me Princess Mishka, but I do not think this Knight has any ill will against us. I-" he was cut off at that moment as he felt a rather familiar presence.
Jasper glanced over to notice Prince Lucas. He gave a slight bow before hearing the prince send out his warning. He glanced to his side towards the Knight and stood at attention to the Prince, "My Prince, if I may, I believe we have an enemy kingdom hiring shapeshifting demons to try and slander our kingdom. Possibly even turn our allies against us. This Knight of Envy here I strongly believe is an innocent bystandard." He cut off there but quickly added, "I would advise hearing her story milord."
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Oh Orange
Cookies: Meh, crap
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 1:30 pm
 Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: his bedroom, then once more trapising these damnable hallwaysI 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 had been able to keep control of himself when his wound had been sterilized with the alcohol, and during the mending, and he did not drink as his brother suggested he do so. He held the bottle ready in case he needed it, but having the ghost of a more severe body-wrenching pain he couldn’t quite focus on (during the battle with the demon Xard) in contrast, the heir did not need to numb himself at present. He was grateful his youngest brother knew what he was doing, and regardless, when it was over quickly.
Having been telling Lucas about dinner, he paused as he completely stepped out of the bathroom as he noted the look of worry on him. Before being able to ask what was wrong, Lucas preemptively answered him and told him something was wrong with Mishka. Renewed fury, always banked inside him, took over the heir as he followed closely behind Lucas, trusting in the twins’ ability for him to find her. Had an assassin found her alone? Was the murderer out and about among the royals once more, just picking them off at random?
After a few turns and twists in the corridors, they arrived to find Mishka. Their sister was in no immediate danger, and Lincoln tried to control himself. Jasper was there as well, defending her, from Soren it seemed, and saying something about the Envian knight not being at fault. He recalled the knight during their host’s “game” of adventuring in the Catacombs, and wondered at why she would be threatening his dear Mishka. At the moment, he wanted very much to approach her and hold her to him, to assure that she was unharmed. But he did not, as it would not be dignified in front of a stranger, much as he did not show Lucas how glad he was to see him earlier. They would know, he hoped.
Lincoln could feel tensions running high in this open corridor, even from Soren, though her unsheathed sword was only held lightly to her side. It was the same with Japser, also holding down his weapon. Though his instincts demanded he end her for upsetting his sister (he deduced by the way Jasper and Mishka were both threatening her in their positions), his more rationale thought suggested he stop this before an accident occur over a possible misunderstanding. The way Nathaniel had spoken of his armies, he might be upset over the death of this knight. And suppose she was Evony’s friend? That would really complicate his personal matters.
“Lady Soren, might I ask for a short explanation on what has occurred here?” He asked for the lone person to defend themselves because to ask Mishka might provoke an angry barrage (encouraged by her loyal knight and twin) that would only set off that side and end the knight before she could speak. He walked calmly past the twins and Jasper, to stand closer to her, though still facing off against the knight.
However, now that he had gotten past them, he could see what was in-between the two groups, and his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “This thing... I know it.” He could not truly identify the demon, but his body (previously tainted with demon-touch) recognized it now that it had no disguise or protecting spell. “We battled in a hallway earlier.” The heir was not about to admit it had beaten him, nor even to try to explain that he was exhausted and previously wounded as an excuse. The basic information was enough. “Perhaps there is a meddler on the opposite side who is trying to help us, to contrast with the other.” He muttered as he crouched down to get a better look at the demon’s remains, meaning Asuna’s killer. He doubted that Veritas, all-powerful as he was, would have allowed this beast to enter at all if he were just going to destroy it like this himself. //Unless these are all games within games. Perhaps that is so, merely to watch us react and act with only the idea we rule ourselves// he thought to himself.
Standing again, his sword still sheathed to his side, as he was not afraid of Soren (especially with the placating way she was acting), he turned to Mishka in particular, “Sister, has Lady Soren done something to upset you in particular, that I need to handle?” He did not mean at all that his sister couldn't defend herself, merely that as being heir, it was his responsibility to act for his family, taking any blame from the knight’s kingdom. “I wouldn’t wish you to be late to dinner if it is a minor thing, I would very much like to dine with you since I have not seen you for sometime now. And Lucas as well.” His eyes softened as they looked to her, betraying that no matter how much he hid it, he was delighted to have her here with him. It was just not proper to show it so right now.
The heir felt a strange feeling of deja vu pass him however, as if he had been recently reunited with Mishka before. Ignoring the feeling, he crossed his arms calmly, awaiting an explanation from somebody, though hoping it was mostly settled now. Otherwise, wouldn’t have Soren been more on the defensive, if there was more reason for a fight? Lucas had said Mishka was crying, not that she was in danger or anything like that.Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 2:04 pm
Rank: Former Heiress
Kingdom: Lust
Where: In the dinning hall and then hunting for her sisters The young princess felt as if the world had been pulled from beneath her feet as if the world around her was not hers to control any longer. It was an odd sensation and one that she did not understand. But it was quickly pushed from her mind as that haunting feeling of loss grasped her mind firmly. She shivered and bit the inside of her cheek using pain to push it to the side. It was stronger than it had been before and...it felt as if there was another for her to morn. Yet she was certain no other had died (that she knew of). Unless the late Heir of Hubris was to be counted and she felt no remorse for his death. The only pain she gained from the blood that coated her blade from the prince was that it caused her sister pain.
Lorelei was so young and innocent and the prince had meant to pluck away her innocence and harm her. And the demon blood that stirred with in her, boiling to dangerous levels till it erupted and the events that followed were out of her control. Granted she should not have allowed it to get to that point, but family meant everything to her. To bad she was going about it all the wrong way and rather than being close with her sister she was pushing her further away. Her time away had made her realize that fact and she just hoped that she would be able to make amends with Lorelei...in time. She prayed.
It would be foolish of her to believe in her short absence that she would be welcomed back into her sister's graces. The two had never been close, but then again that wasn't all her fault. Being groomed to be the kingdom's new Queen was a tiresome duty and one that kept her away from home and those she loved. Now she wondered if ruling this land would be worth what she'd lost as a child. Now it seemed every time she tried to mend it she only made matters worse. Micah released a heavy sigh as she found her way to the dinning hall. Her silver gaze catching a glint of steal from the corner of her eye watching as a woman (Dorian) was split in two.
Her head swiveled in the direction of the blood and the body falling. Silver pools growing wide in horror. Was this what it was like to watch her kill Alexander? She'd been in such a haze that she'd completely been unaware of her actions. Fulled by her demon blood that had been triggered into a frenzy because of her fury. It had been so strong that it had canceled out the angel with in her. All humanity had left her. She shook her head as she focused her gaze once more and saw that this time it was indeed Dorian . Her body rocked with a too familiar pain of loose as orbs shifted toward the woman who had slain the heiress or rather now it would seem former heiress.
Micah couldn't bare to watch the royal family fall any longer. The desire to find her sister and make certain that she was alright came to the front of her mind as she lifted her skirts and turned about. Her mind still trying to comprehend what it was that she'd just witnessed and what she sure was the first of many deaths that would be dished out by the new royal family. She bit the inside of her cheek finding her panic clouding her mind and that she'd become turned about in the halls. The princess stopped and looked around. "Lovely." She muttered to herself as she closed her eyes. Knowing she could likely find her sister with the mental link they shared. That was as long as it was open.
The eldest Gavini took a deep breath and hoped no more like prayed for the best as she sought out the path to her sisters mind. Lightly she brushed against it and sighed, happy to find it open but her panic worsened as she tried to find her voice. -Lorelie.. I have grave news where are you?- She asked not wanting to tell her that Dorian had just been slayed in the most horrific and humiliating fashion. -Please little sister I don't want to tell you this way.- She pleaded, not focusing for a moment that the last time she'd seen Lorelei that it had been when she'd killed the heir of Hubris in a fit of rage. Please gods let her listen to me. She thought and bit the inside of her cheeks opening her eyes. Silver irises flickered from one hall to the next.
If her sister answered her call it would be a miracle. She thought. Then the thought of Cat came to her mind...she hadn't seen her other sister in a longer time period than Lorelei. Or any of her other siblings...where they alright? Had anything horrible happened to them.. She wasn't sure but it only added to her resolve to find her youngest sister. If she'd answer her call. 
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