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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:36 am
  
Ladies and Gentlemen.... Claus Revelle
Royal Jester of Veritas Where am I?: Hallway 1 to Hallway 2 ~*~ Who am I entertaining?: Kirkis, and possibly Lincoln and the mysterious Black Knight
....Boys and Girls  "Can we pause for a second, Kirkis?"
The jester felt like he should have been a little more surprised at being whisked away to the destination. Kirkis dead perks were always fascinating, since Claus himself usually used his own method of getting from point A to point B. It wasn't unsettling to the jester (really, what was unsettling to him at all?), but he much rather preferred his less invisible entrance.
"Just kidding! Be a dear and give us front row seats, will you?" he said suddenly, his still-maskless gaze gazing at him. Claus knew very little of Lincoln (or the other royals, honestly), but if he was getting into sword duels with black knights, then surely something was amiss! Perhaps a friendly duel was in progress? Well, that wouldn't explain the dark energy that Kirkis felt. Maybe Lincoln insulted him? Or perhaps the Black knight had a grudge against the kingdom of Wrath? Or whatever nonsense the jester could think up.
"Say, Kirkis, I have a question dancing in my mind. What exactly are we going to do once we reach the destination? You kinda useless when it comes to fights, and I've never really seen you as the violent type."
To be fair, Claus had never really seen Kirkis actually stop a fight, much less participate in one. The servants tell stories all the time, but he knew better than to listen to rumors.
Meanwhile, in the hallway that Lincoln and the Black Knight (Xard) were battling in, Claus' mask had found them swiftly, but remained out of sight as it hovered and watched silently.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 8:27 pm
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Running... again. Personal Comment: Ice-monster-girl-thing. Technical terms; I haz them.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
The red – haired man kept pace with the thief easily, striding alongside him with an ease that made Thantos envious. Even at the top of his game the thief hadn’t been able to run that well, and while the main occupation of thieves is, well, thievery, it never hurt to be able to run well.
The hunter obviously had a place in mind which was good; Thantos was just planning to run until he either a) got tired, b) lost this man, who was obviously the person that ice-monster-girl-thing was after, or c) ran into someone who he could hide behind. “The Forest!” the red haired man barked, confirming the thief’s suspicions. Whilst the trees did seem to be a good idea, it wasn’t Thantos’ first choice – he would much rather have stone at his back than trees... plants could be nasty. That room in the catacombs had shown him that.
The monster had finally broken free of the castle and was bounding towards them; Thantos couldn’t see her, but he could hear her footsteps as she bounded towards them, and felt the air grow colder as her ice spread. Seriously, did she have no control? She was wasting her energy, freezing the ground for no apparent reason. Besides, what would Sokar think? Thantos had a heady respect for the wolf-gardener; he could take care of himself very well, and the thief would not like to get on his bad side in a hurry.
They made it to the forest well before the monster, and within seconds they were surrounded by ancient trees, oaks, conifers, beeches, all as tall as the sky and reasonably large.
Jack chose a large oak tree to hide behind and Thantos followed suit, pressing his back heavily against the tree, chest heaving from the effort of running so far and so fast. He tipped his head back against the bark, feeling his hair tug an snag as it stuck to the bark, and closed his eyes. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, and truth be told, it felt fantastic.
In fact, this was the best he had ever felt in a very long time.
He smiled quietly to himself. That was all he needed; to be chased by a bloodthirsty ice monster that was after his head.
The man was in far better shape than Thantos was, in fact, he was hardly breathing at all. His gaze was fixed steadily ahead of him, and he was probably listening hard for any signs of the ice thing. Thantos took this opportunity to study the man more closely.
He had a bandaged arm that hung at his side, but it didn’t appear injured... in fact, it looked kind of odd. Thantos was not a doctor, however, and decided that it was probably just his imagination. The man’s hair was blood red and very long, longer than was stylish or practical for his line of work... whatever that was. He was a fighter, at least. He seemed very driven, even to the point where he started to neglect his physical appearance beyond what he needed to keep on going.
It wasn’t long before the demon arrived, the sounds of her body moving reached him before anything else. Ice upon ice, like someone scratching a pane of glass with a rock. Urrgh.
"You armed?" the man asked, not even looking over. Was he armed. What did he think the thief was, a simpleton? Who in this mad house was not? In response Thantos flexed his biceps, releasing the hold the magical cloth had on two of his knives. The weapons slid down his arms hilt first, landing neatly in the palm of his hand. With a practiced movement the thief spun the daggers in his hand so that the blade faced out, and he was ready.
Thantos had, in fact, six knives. There were the two on his arms, two on his belt, and two in his boots (For emergency use). It always paid to have more than one weapon, and guards usually missed at least one set of his tools.
In seconds the monster was in the forest, raging amongst the trees with the same destructive power as a rogue elephant. The ground froze underfoot, trees gained a small coating of ice wherever she touched them. She obviously had no idea where they were as her raging brought her to a clearing not that far away from where they hid. She scanned the trees for a heart – shattering couple of seconds before she decided to change tactics, and the mouth of the beast slowly opened."Where are you? Come out, Jack! I will freeze this whole damn forest if you do not heed me!" Thantos scoffed silently. Who in their right mind would come to her? Hang the forest, he wanted to live.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 12:52 am
 Leaving Dominique's QuartersPieterre moved as quickly as he could, bowing with his hat crushed in his hands, once he was dismissed. He did so repeatedly, lowering his head over and over again, murmuring his thanks to the d’Aquitaine Heiress. His apologies, for his role in supporting the succubus Malcanthet. Though he only truly dared breathe once outside of her rooms…He was lucky to have escaped at all. Especially with his head still attached. It had been foolish, utterly foolish to come directly to the new Grand Duchess… But it was the only way he could think of, to curry immediate favor and possible amnesty.
He still expected some kind of…Payment would be due. Likely in the form of lashes. Perhaps she would take kindness upon him… Perhaps she would decide something simple, like repentance with knotted silk cord.
And perhaps a lion would crawl out of his mouth.
His heart was heavy however, as the armor clad guards fell into place outside her door. He was filled with relief, but with it, he felt guilt….Guilt for betraying the former High Princess Dorian. They moved swiftly, standing at full attention… Unblinking eyes straight forward. Waiting for an attack that may, or may not ever come.
It seemed like such a sad existence to him in that moment…But who was he to say one way or the other.
He walked from the rooms of his new Mistress…His eyes low, expression almost… Downtrodden. He should be grateful…Overjoyed, that the Duchess Dominique had given into his pleas…But what a terrible thing, the Lady had requested of him…To embarrass his deposed mistress as such ate away at him. But it was the stipulation for his freedom, was it not? What other options did he have? This was not some bartered deal between himself and one of her servants…No, this was from the beautiful woman’s mouth to his ears.
He knew from her tone…Knew from the rumors about her House, that her will would be done…It was done. Or he would incur her wrath…
Pieterre swallowed hard as he headed towards his meager quarters to clear his head.
Truly…He had no choice. During dinner, as commanded...He would betray Dorian in public, and trade her hold for the coveted yoke of the d’Aquitaine.
---->TIME SKIP<----
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 11:16 am
Ɉϕɧɳ Ӎiҫɧϵɑɭ Gɍϵϵɳϵ Kingdom: Forititude Rank: Prince Location: (Before Time Skip) Hallway, should I go follow her? - (After Time Skip) Different Hallway, I should check up on him. White walls surround us
As we sleep among the dead ((I got permission from Kandrix to auto-place Theoran. :3 Oh and Lies, just for kicks.... twisted )) John noticed the child(Tantra) running towards the window nearby. His eyebrow raised as he tilted his head. Is something wrong? The girl(Tantra) turned around quickly and introduced herself as Tantra. The prince smiled and nodded towards her. "I have never met a priestess, let alone a priestess in training. It is an honor to meet you." Since childhood, John had always respected religious figures. Sometimes, they did get way over their head and became power hungry. However, this didn't deter the angel from following his own country's religion, or respecting peope of faith in general. After all, one bad apple doesn't corrupt the whole tree.
Then, the man listened to Tantra explain to Xakstrazi and Theoran about the situation in the forest. His eyes widened a little at the mentioning of Xard. "Wait, did you just say Xard? That's the same demon R is after!" If it hadn't been for the presence, John would have almost thought that R had made up the existence of Xard. But, the angel knew a demonic aura when he felt one. Though, as he stepped near the window and looked out at the window, John didn't feel the same presence from before. This one felt much colder. A small faint of familiarity went through him. Have I met this demon before? I can not remember.
The rest of conversation barely passed through John's ears. The angel kept an eye on the forest as they talked. "I do not believe it is Xard. The presence does not feel the same. Though....this demon seems quite angry. Angry enough that his or her presence can be felt by me at this distance." The tone seemed strangely calm, him unfazed by that factor.
As Tantra ran off, his mind contemplated on his next course of action. He could follow after the girl, or he could leave the job to her. Admittedly, the angel wanted to help her out. But, a small sense of apphrension went through him. If John followed her, and so did the others, a new problem would arise. The problem of controlling himself. His origin kingdom allowed him the trait of Fortitude. That meant he had a much higher strength in mind and emotion. However, the angelic side had issues with demons. It made it hard to resist the pull to go after the demon. If he did let his angel side have its' way with every demon he encountered, John would probably look more like a blood trishty sadistic than a kind-hearted innocent. For this reason, the angel always had a apphensive feeling when it came to facing demons with others present.
He bite his lip and turned around towards Xakstrazi and Theoran. The slight pain going through him allowed his mind to stay calm and collected. "I am probably not going to follow her...Admittedly, I feel bad for deciding this, but I have..personal reasons...as to why I can't approach demons too often." John turned himself away from the two men. Then, his head looked over his shoulder and nodded to them "My offer still stands. Though for now....I need to clear my head..." As the prince started to walk away, his fingernails dug into his arm. Due to them not ever growing long, John didn't accidently hurt himself. However, the pain allowed him a clearer mind as the man needed to get away before he lost his mind.
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Surprinsgly, John had been followed by Theoran. It seemed Xakstrazi decided not to follow the prince. Where the mercenary went was beyond him. I hope he folllowed Tantra. She looked like she might need the help. For now, the angel only could have hopeful thinking.
The two walked down the hallway. If Theoran said anything, John didn't hear it. He would feel guilty if he found out Theoran had asked him anything. Admittedly, the prince didn't want to ignore people. There were the exceptions to that rule, but that usually came in the form of rude assholes.
As he walked down the hallway, a brief thought of Tao appeared in his head. He tapped his forehead a little with a grimace on John's face. Damnit! Guy knows how to make an impression....Then again, so did Dorian. If it hadn't been for Darius and Tao, the prince would probably be thinking about his fiance more. To John, she was intriuging. It was true she had a rare beauty that the angel couldn't help but admire and appericate. But, Dorian also had an aura about her that made her seem like someone John could like as a lover. However, a part of him felt apphension towards her. A weariness that warned him that her succubus side was not to be trusted. John couldn't figure out why it was there. However, notmatter what he did, it wouldn't go away. That is another thing to think about at another time.
His eyes looked towards one of the windows in the hallway, realizing dinner time was fast approaching. His head turned towards Theoran as he walked. "It seems dinner shall be here soon. I believe we should probably make our way to the dining hall. After all, I do admit that I'm getting hungry!" He licked his lips as John remembered the lovely steak Kirkis had served him earlier. Yum! I wonder if I asked politely, if he would be willing to serve something even remotely as good as that tasty food!
This made him remember the earlier conversation between Tao and himself. He wasn't able to eat any food due to my banshee of a mother. I wonder if he is anywhere nearby? If he is, I should ask him if he would like me to bring him something. John wasn't sure if Tao was allowed back in the dining hall yet or not. His mother could hold a grudge for awhile.
Then, his eyes noticed a door slightly ajar. A bit of curiouisty took over him as he walked over to it. If I remember right, this door was usually open due to it being unoccupied. What is it doing only slightly ajar now? His head tilted as he peaked his head inside. John smiled slightly at his luck. Well, speak of the devil! The thief(Tao) lied on the bed, curled up in a manner that the prince almost found...cute. "Hey Theoran, I'm going to wake up my new friend ok? I'm going to see if he wants any food." The prince smiled at Theoran before opening the door fully.
He stepped inside slightly. As he made his way to the bed, his gut instinct made him stop halfway there. This wasn't his brother(Haven) or a fellow solider. This was Tao, a thief. A thief that would probably expect someone to stab him in his sleep. Something John could relate to, having to worry about that on his solo missions. Thus, John took a step back, keeping a good distance between him and Tao. That way, if Tao decided to throw something at him, John could easily dodge it. With a bit of nervouness, the prince preceded to walk the thief up.
"Hey Tao! I hope you aren't too asleep there! I happened to walk about and found you in here! I just wanted to check up on you, and see if you wanted me to snitch some food for you. Me and Theoran are heading to the dinner hall." The voice in Tao's head would be loud at first, the equivalent of leader yelling to get his soliders awake. However, the rest of the vocal tone would be a normal pitch.
We can chase the dark together
As the sky returns to grey
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:31 pm
 Alice Bunny Balogh
Kingdom: Avarice
Class: Merchant
Location: Icy Hell
Mood: Hostile VS. Jack Rohaun
Kingdom of Interest: Avarice
Occupation: Mercenary/Daemon Hunter
Location: Forest
Mood: Hate transformers!A glint of something caught Jack's eye from the corners of his peepers. His gaze, only his gaze and not his head, paned over to see what little sunlight that the woods allowed was being reflected off of. He saw that the man that he dragged along with him into his personal problems was wielding knives. This relieved him. Not only was he armed, but the knives were potential ranged weapons. He believed that their chances of survival had increased. Seeing that Thantos was staring in his direction, Jack pointed at him with two fingers, turned his hand downward and moved his fingers to make it look like they were walking in the air, and then pointed behind Thantos to indicate the direction Jack wanted him to take. He pointed towards himself then behind his person. If this guy was as smart as Jack now believed he was, then he would understand what Jack was indicating with his hand gestures. With a plan set, albeit a brief one with little detail, he set off with careful footsteps. He kept his eyes trained on two things. Each step switched between the two: the demon and the ground. The demon had to stay in sight for the sake of survival, while the ground had to be observed so nothing that could create a loud noise would not be stepped on. The classic "Twig snap" always got people. It was one of those taboos that always got people when they did not need to be heard outside. Still heavily agitated, Alice growled with frustration. "Fine! I will make you come out, or freeze you trying!" came a chilling voice from the gaping maul of the ice demon. She then inhaled a deep breath of air, then exhaled sub-zero temperatures before her. The foliage froze instantly. The greenery became white and covered with a sheet of ice. It was like they were contained in opaque glass. She then brought out her long arms and thrashed them about all over the ice encased plants. They shattered loudly. Her claws, that were used for rending prey, dug around for any body parts but found none. "Not there? Then behind!" she bellowed ferociously as she turned around. The body of beast went rigid for a moment as she took another breath. With another exhale, another freezing breath attack came barreling out of her mouth. If Thantos was still there, then he had problems coming his way.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:21 pm
 Ӻӓήȡɍᾀʆ ψѲȴϝɍąɱ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Ӄingdom: Avarice
Ɍank: Vice Marshal
Ƚocation: Dominique’s room
Ⱦhoughts: Been there, done that… ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ Fandral stood silently, eyes following the pathetic waste of perfectly good air as he left the room. He made no effort to hide the disgust on his face. As soon as the door shut behind him the assassin’s expression softened and his eyes went back to Dominique. He stared at her form as she stood without his assistance. He knew her well enough to know she did not always like the social standards, and preferred not to adhere to them when not in the company of strangers. He respected her wishes and let her do as she will.
His eyes narrowed as she turned her back to him. She explained the situation in great detail. She was testing him. It would be his first test as the princess’s Vice Marshal. It was an easy task for him. In fact it was a task so easy that it was one he had already passed. He smiled as her eyes met his. He simply stood still for a few moments, allowing his eyes to be swallowed by hers. His smile grew yet more devious.
”Of course, my lady. However, the fool is already dead, he is simply much too fatuous to realize it.” He slid his fingers into the wrist of his right gauntlet, and in moments produced a small empty vial, just a few clear drops of some liquid inside of it. He handed the item to his master and explained away. ”It was a very slow-acting poison which I poured into his drink as the serf spoke once he needed a replenishment of his tea. It is a special poison one of my mentors taught me to mix. It is tasteless, scentless, and blends well with anything. It takes several hours to go into effect; upon doing so it will begin with convulsions as it begins to attack the central nervous system.
“Next, that is followed by ruptures in the lungs, causing the victim to slowly drown in his own blood. This would be apparent by the violent spewing of blood, among other things, from his mouth. In the end the death is excruciating, but relatively quick, once the substance takes effect. But there is ample time for him to embarrass that creature publicly before that occurs.” He met her eyes once more, his smirk still as diabolical as ever. The poison itself was made for the sake of extreme subtlety. Once the victim ingests it, he will not detect it. Unlike other poisons, it did not have an immediate effect, so there was ample time to escape whatever establishment the assassin found himself in, and head for the neighboring lands on horseback, leaving no evidence of the true culprit.
Richard, the potion master responsible for the concoction’s formula, was an absolute genius. It was unfortunate that he was not as skilled with a blade, otherwise he may have survived the betrayal that had wiped out Fandral’s entire guild. Perhaps not; after all, Danika was the guild’s sword master, and had even taught Fandral everything she knew about wielding a blade, and she had not survived. But they were avenged now, and hopefully resting in peace.
He stepped closer toward Dominique until he was about a foot apart from the heiress, and then bowed his head. ”Please do not take my actions as those of insubordination, my lady, but those of faith and trust. I knew you would not allow the traitor to live, and so I acted as I felt you would command me. Though I will accept any punishment you decide to give me for my assumptions.”
He drew his blade then unexpectedly, and held it to his own sternum. His expression was a cold one, giving way to absolutely no emotion whatsoever. His eyes were abysses one could attempt to sift through for yours without finding an emotion. His raspy voice was just as hollow. ”Before we were rudely interrupted, you asked whether I served you or the royal family. Well know that I will not hesitate to drive this dagger into my own heart if you so command it, my lady. My life is yours and yours alone, and I only ask that you do with it as you will.”━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☠ This is the hand that will blind your eyes
And split your spine...xxxxxxxxxxxxx
This is the blade that'll visit your flesh
And release the wine...xxxxxxxxxx.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:28 am
How sad it is... Martin Chris Hearthon 
Kingdom: Avarice
Occupation/Class: Willing Servant of Dorian
Location:Medical Study
Martin listened as wise words flung from the lips of his just master. ~True the day and the night had a beauty to them only capable of being viewed by those who could appreciate them. Something he could relate with.~
He put his guilty hand at his side, knowing it had a habit of giving him away. Though he couldn't decide which had him more nervous, the fact he was inexperienced in his current situation. Or maybe it was that he didn't want to fail a woman he had just started considering his source of purpose. "I might suggest it, but I was rarely a sociable servant. Intimacy and privacy are my close companions and it is awkward to be removed from them. I promise I will do my best...." As Martin looked to finish a promise associated to his regard for his value in his word. A shattering of a window on the second floor caught his attention. And set his body into motion, without a thought. He took a large step to place him within personal space of Dorian. His nervousness faded as he heard somebody catch a large amount of weight.
Martin would have noticed debri nearly causing him life threatening damage...but he was distracted by a realization. He had spent years helping feed the hunger of her parents, but never once had he felt them vulnerable. This was a new experience for him, and something inside him was strengthened by her need for him to be there at that instance.
This feeling of fortifide will, was helpfull when the ice beast landed, spewing more debri...mostly stone. Though this debri seemed to fall a safe distance from them. As a result, Martin gave Dorian enough space to stand, though he kept himself between her and the ice monster, that now headed towards the woods. that we rarely know what we have, till it is gone.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:23 am
Kingdom: Patience Status: Heir Location: Forest Personal Comment: Alright, fun's over. Time to go.
xxxI'm blessed yet damned
The man looked around, seemingly sensing the thief’s curious gaze burning into his back. His face was stern and serious; definitely in the game. Thantos cocked an eyebrow at the guy in reply, grinning in a ferocious way. Really, this was quite fun. Hopefully things didn’t get any more scary though, or he’d be forced to sell out this guy to save his own skin.
He was only a coward on a situational basis.
Besides, this thing wasn’t after him; it was after this man. It wasn’t as if the guy couldn’t take care of himself.
The man seemed to believe that the thief had some sense of chivalry, as he began to spell out a rather simple plan with his fingers. Really, the situation was laughable; here he was waggling his fingers like a ‘soldier’ when the thief was just planning to high – tail it out of there at the first sign of a break. He wanted Thantos to... walk around to one side of the ice – monster, whilst he himself went the other way. A double – pronged attack, kind of smart.
He wondered how it would work with one of the two prongs missing in action.
The man didn’t hang around to see if he got the plan or was going to act on it; kind of hasty really, you never knew when someone would double cross you, and strode sneakily into the forest. Thantos watched him go for a while, making certain that he was a ways away before he made a break for it.
There really was no substitute for danger, or leading someone else into it. Shame about the frost though. Any valuables the guy had on him would be frozen, brittle and useless by the time that girl had finished with him.
Thantos began walking the other way, back towards the castle and freedom - which just happened to be in the same direction that the man had indicated. It certainly helped that he was going to be able to keep up the ruse of helping.
Meanwhile, that ice – demon was still shouting at the forest in general in that grating, crystalline way. The voice had undertones of a well – spoken female (Thantos wished he could talk like that...) that shouted stridently at the air
"Fine! I will make you come out, or freeze you trying!"
There was an ominous rattling sound as the demon drew in a deep breath, and then, all at once, exhaled a blast of freezing air into the moisture – laden forest. Greenery everywhere within at least a three – meter radius froze solid - one moment there was soaring trees and shifting bracken, the next there were white, plant – shaped forms that stood still as statues in the night. It was just like having snow in summer, except it wasn’t snow, it was ice, and it wasn’t summer.
Apparently the female monster wasn’t finished yet, as she immediately started thrashing around in her newly created frozen garden, shattering the icy greenery like they were made of glass, and not... whatever plants were made of. Plant stuff.
She searched amongst the ruins for... who knew. Blood? A head? Food? Thantos could see the bodies of small frozen animals in the wreckage there. Insects, mice, that sort of thing. Those that hadn’t been quick enough to clear the area before the wrath of the monster came raining down. It almost made Thantos sad.
"Not there? Then behind!"
She bellowed, apparently not quite satisfied with the slaughter of innocent animals alone. She spun around to face the general direction that Thantos was leaving... and there was that ominous rattling sound again. She was breathing in. Thantos moved faster, which wasn’t as dramatic an increase of pace as he’d wish, but it was hard to be quiet and speedy at the same time.
Damn. It looked like he wasn’t going to make it out of this situation in one, unfrozen piece after all.
The beast finished drawing in air, and again started blasting the forest around. Thantos used the extra noise to dash for safety, which he reached with inches to spare.
Thantos lay on the ground for a moment or two, just to make sure that he was still alive. The monster had started the ‘smash’ part of her ‘freeze-and-smash’ routine, and where Thantos lay was soon not going to be a prudent place to be for very much longer. The thief sprang nimbly to his feet and moved further back into the forest, around and to the side of the monster. It looked like he wasn’t going to get out of this one without a fight after all.
As he cursed his luck, Thantos noticed that his toes were very cold, and there was a thick sheet of ice covering the very end of his boots.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 7:43 pm
Location: Main stair case, being spacy
Title: Servant
Kingdom: Hubris
It was quiet in the entrance hall, for now. As soon as dinner time grew closer though, the hall would echo with voices of the royals, their guests and servants. But for now, the only sounds available to ears were those of the working class.
Speaking of working, in hopes of keeping her away from another disaster (the dusting incident had reached the higher ups, and helping to prepare dinner and set the table was a sure sign of an epic fail) Ella was to polish the banister that ascended the main stair case.
Well, that’s what she was supposed to be doing. Instead the blue haired blue eyed servant sat on a step, cloth wipe and bucket of polish next to her. She had her elbows on her knees, hands cupping her chin. Ella looked deep in thought as other servants passed her by; going about the chores they were assigned. She sighed, looking a bit glum. Her endeavor to talk to Haven about her parents, about the life she had left in Fortitude, was fruitless.
When Ella had come upon the heir, not only was he alone and in the perfect area to have a one on one conversation with Ella, he was also drunk. Or at least when Ella found him he was only half way to being drunk. By the time she left, he was drunk. The whole time Ella sat in the library with Haven, he mentioned nothing of home other than his parents. According to the heir, his parents were smothering and miserable tyrants. And his wife to be? Well, it was clear that Haven liked her, wanted to bed her, and also thought she was a complete and utter waste of space. Lorelei, in Haven’s eyes, was spineless and cowardly. As the prince babbled on Ella tried to convince him to give up the drink. It didn’t work. And when Ella had had enough of Haven going on about his life (and when she realized she wasn’t going to get any information out of him), she excused herself. It was then she was ordered to polish things around the main entrance hall, a place that wouldn’t be too populated right now.
“Why must things always happen this way?!” Ella squealed as she picked up her polish cloth, waving it around frantically in the air. “Can I not be happy too? Can I not find some solace in something in this barren place?” she questioned the ceiling, almost tripping a servant with her flailing arms who was carrying some type of fabric down the stairs. The other servant shouted at Ella, who blushed and cringed slightly as the woman passed. “Beg your pardon….” She called after the woman, who disappeared into the basement to wash whatever it was she had.
Looking at the dirty cloth in her hands Ella put it to the banister and started polishing the wood, thinking it best to try and focus so as not to cause any more problems for the people around her.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 12:22 pm
 XARD THE DAEMONIC SORCERORLocation: First Floor/Hallway
Kingdom: Veritas, such a good friend, he is.
Rank: Why bother putting anything here?
Wearing This: Black KnightThe knife came as a complete surprise to the Black Knight. He was getting dangerously close to the helpless prince when a sharp blade flew from the darkness straight for the juggernaut. Not having enough time to react, it's difficult to maneuver swiftly in full plate armor while wielding a giant sword, the knife found itself lodged in the Black Knight's face plate. Xard stumbled backwards from the impact and shock of having his face nearly fully impaled. He took hold of the weapon stuck in his forehead and gave it a strong tug. The blade slid out swiftly from its self made crater with a heart jumping metallic squish. Low viscosity black blood dripped down from the tip of the knife and onto the charred floor. Shrugging, Xard tossed the knife at Lincoln's feet nonchalantly. "Still a fighter to the end. Cute, but pointless. No worries though, I'll make you famous around the castle. You'll be a grandeur warrior...WITH A THIRST FOR BLOODY FINGER PAINTING!" thought the sorcerer maliciously to himself. Approaching the unconscious body of Lincoln, the Black Knight knelt down, produced a small vial from his belt, cut Lincoln's cauterized side with one of his clawed gauntlets open. The blood that trailed out was collected carefully into the vial then corked. Before rising back up, Xard used his healing arts to fix up the prince of Wrath to his original condition, leaving the wound he had suffered before they fought. "Time to make my departure," came the Black Knight's ominous voice. He turned to leave down the opposite end of the hallway that was not burned to see someone squatting and writing by torchlight. "An interloper? You should have taken your leave upon witnessing the heir to Wrath fall, he bellowed, placing his vial away with a careful sleight of hand back into his belt. Drawing his enchanted sword, Xard swung at an arc towards the bard at the end of the hall. A wave of black fire came rushing like a miniature tsunami. The magical fire was attuned to living matter, so it would ignore anything inorganic. While the attack blazed forward, Xard cast a grand mending spell then departed with the darkness of the hall. Everything became light once more. The furniture and carpet had regenerated back to its original state, whole and not crispy. Any evidence physical evidence that the Black Knight was ever there had gone save for Lincoln's body. Xard had gotten what he wanted, the next phase of his plan would come later.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 10:17 pm
Rosalie takes a tumble.... Admittedly, Nathaniel truly did attempt to grab the undead boy's shoulder as he bolted towards the huttled form of his sister. For as much as the scenario could provoke interest in him, the need to stay within the borders of his guise was far more vehement. But the child encumbered by death though he was, managed to avoid the older man's grasp. “We should stop this.” The prince willed himself to murmur, although his thoughts didn't particularly mirror the hesitation he displayed. The scene seemed to settle; however, with Rosalie ever relaxing into the boy's embrace.
Although it was to be sullied quickly by the boy's need for human flesh. Rosalie screamed, reared back in horror, and ran to the balcony, preparing herself for an act which caught even Nathaniel by surprise. Although such an event shouldn't be misconstrued – the shock was not synonymous with concern. “Rosalie,” Nathaniel's voice was strained, pleading. “Please don't do anything rash, dear sister.” Already he had braced himself to bolt towards the girl should such an act be needed of him.
Max's dead eyes were just a touch horrified from his sister's reaction, his lip trembling beneath the top set of his teeth. “Sister, I thought you would do anything for me. I just need a bit of flesh to sustain my energy, to prolong my visit with you from beyond the grave.” Darkened irises displayed well his hunger – the same that Altonair had experienced when Veritas had so kindly “granted” the man's wish.
But the blond shook her head, stringy, greasy, unkempt hair flying in a circle about her head as she ardently protested the boy's behest. “You're not him!” She spat venomously, tears at the edges of her eyes. “You're naught but a monster.” But the last came out in a quiver, her eyes now rounding on the eldest of their family. “Rash? Brother, you brought this rancid thing to see me, as though it would make me better. As though my mourning for the dearest of all of our siblings could be erased with the presence of a walking, rotting corpse.”
She wavered, as though dizzy. Max's movements towards her only further hindered her sanity and within an instant her small, overly thin form shook as she sailed over the balcony's edge. Nathaniel's feet moved of their own accord, aiding him to dash to the site of Rosalie's plummet, just in time to catch her wrist. With a bit of effort, the heir could have easily hoisted her form back onto the solid flooring; something that no one, other than Liam, who had moved just as quickly to his charge would have had the ability to take note of.
Gelid eyes narrowed – another thing that no one else would see, being that his back was to the room. “Don't struggle, or I cannot hold you. Please, I beg you... give me your other hand.” He said, perfectly in line with his guise.
The princess obviously had second thoughts about sailing to the ground for an instant death, and as Nathaniel bade her to lend him her other hand, she started to comply when she simply slipped from his grasp, a piercing scream soon to follow.
Nathaniel's own voice matched his little sister's, echoing the sentiment that he hadn't wanted her to fall. Another act to be sure, but one that caused him to stumble backwards, aiming for the wall to force tears to his eyes. He raised a trembling hand to his mouth, stating with a hoarse tone, “Gods... forgive me.. I hadn't the strength to keep her within my clutches.”
Liam's golden eyes took in the scene with a deadpan expression, giving no hints that how Nathaniel was acting was indeed false. Rosalie had initially wanted to die – allowing her that was only exercising mercy from his standpoint. “Gods indeed.” He said solemnly.
But the beaded knight turned to look over the balcony's edge, only to see that what had once been a princess was now just a soupy, splattered mess in Sokar's gardens. No one else had been able to witness the fact that the heir had let her fall, had only made the motions to make it appear otherwise. And Liam was a prudent man, and knew well that his silence in turn, would do well to aid him in ascertaining a higher place in court.
So he said nothing, but stalked back into the room, shaking his head as though he too were sorry for the wretched girl being lost. “Your imminence,” He stated quietly. “I shall take my leave so that your family can mourn her loss in peace.” Liam bowed his head with that, and stalked out of the room, only able to breathe again once the air was clear of Max's stench.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 2:02 am
 Theoran Lynth Kingdom: Avarice Rank: Sellsword Location: Some other hallway - What is it with hallways!?! When Tantra had informed them of her need to protect the forest, as well as mentioning the possibility of it being Xard, every bone in Theoran's body wanted to go with her. However, call it warrior instinct or paranoia, for it is a fine line, when John, again, made his offer, Theoran took it. He couldn't help but think that, if it was Xard in the forest, it was more a decoy that anything, a distraction to pull them away from the castle for whatever reason. Theoran had every faith in Tantra's ability to look after herself, except for maybe against spiders, so he could justify with himself his act of not following. Theoran had barely registered the Angel's words, even if they were projected straight into his brain, for he was concentrating on the points just beyond his vision, waiting for something to indicate the demon's arrival, should Theoran's instincts prove correct. It was only when they stopped at a door did he show any sign of "hearing" John, which he answered with a simple wave. "Sure, go ahead," he said offhandedly, slightly thankful for the one less distraction. For now at least.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 3:22 am
 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:Lost in a Hallway Lorelei's head bobbed with a small nod when Evony waved a bottle of brandy in the air for their scrutiny. “It should, small one.” She murmured sweetly, orange blossom lips upturning just a tad to encourage the young girl. The Envian princess then suggested using her elder brother's clothes, and Lorelei made an effort to keep her countenance neutral, displaying a cool reserve when Nathaniel's name was mentioned so casually. She fought the rouge that wanted to paint itself into her cheeks, forcing herself to forget their last encounter, where the heir couldn't seem to figure out whether or not he wanted to kill her or seduce her. Just thinking about it made her heart sputter in fear, because either option would have been her undoing.
“Yes... we'll need to find someone of a larger stock to garb Sokar in.” But the man... the man was very massive, a staggering height that would have had him towering over most of the people in the castle. It was nigh impossible to think of someone who even remotely matched his size, which would make the pursuit of a wardrobe for the man difficult. There had to be someone who had breeches that would at least hug the man's well trimmed waist, right? Gods, she hoped so... wearing a soon-to-be married woman's throw was certainly not at all proper.. and Lorelei needed no help in causing incessant tongues to wag. Rumors liked to sail through the air much the way a bird in flight took to the sky.
Corrine started with orders, and the young princess found her agreeing rather easily with what the Wrathian had to say. “If you'll find Master Veritas, I'll set out for some threads to cover Sokar in a more suitable fashion. The old man will want to know what has happened to his own, I am certain. ” Sighing with a musical huff, Lorelei rubbed her temples with two slender fingers on either side, her memory going through the list of who all she'd seen at the castle, trying to decipher mentally which would be the best option to seek out to help clothe the wolf who was now all man. “If nothing else, we'll just strip a wall of its tapestry and sew the poor man some clothes.” She herself had had plenty of practice in making sashes and such... needlepoint something her mother had insisted upon.
Sokar took a swig of the brandy, and his dislike for it couldn't have been hidden. “It is an awful sort of taste, but just a smidgen of it should do well to warm you enough to relax.” Lorelei assured him, her face nothing but sympathetic.
Turning back to the girl-child, Lorelei's eyes softened, not able to put this sweet little girl in line with her darker, older brother. “Will you be okay to tend to Sokar while we're gone? He'll need someone like you to keep him company.” And Sokar, like everyone else in the castle, was too taken with Evony to not want to be around her sugary disposition.
The girl looked as though she could handle it, which only left Lorelei to heave a discrete sigh of relief. “Sokar, we'll be back soon.” She promised sweetly, a song weaving about the room with Lorelei's resolve. “Things will be better soon.” The princess leaned into the man just a bit, bestowing a reassuring kiss to his cheek. With that said and done, the siren turned on her heels and departed company from those in the private quarters.
The corridors that Lorelei had chosen in her pursuit to aid Sokar had been mostly bare of people, and especially bare of those who might have been able to help her find some much needed garbs for her friend. Most of the servants she passed were female and slight in form... no one of use to her.
Not knowing what else to do, Lorelei sought to connect to Ryan, a trusted comrade who would do what he could to help in Sokar's plight. ~MiLord Riley, I've need of your assistance.~ The musical tones would likely hum in his head, as though she were inside of his skull, plucking the strings of the sweetest of harps in the heavens. ~There is a witch about the castle grounds, who has seen fit to torture the castle gardener....~ She started to explain, not knowing if her siren would try and snare the poor man once again. ~If you'll meet me...~ but it was then that it dawned on her... that within the walls of the labyrinth that oft posed as an innocent castle... Lorelei Gavini was alone, and very, very lost. ~Sokar is in Lady Corrine's old rooms, I'll be there as soon as I find my way.~ And she could only hope that that would be soon. Being lost so soon after the Envian heir's and her interlude left her unsettled, shaken.
When had she last caught sight of a busy servant? It must have been ages ago. Struggling to catch her breath, the princess paused, leaned heavily against the wall, and suppressed the urge to panic; her one thought reminding her that she needed to be relatively close to the public, should Nathaniel decide to kill her on a villainous whim.
Forcing her music for the first time in a while, Lorelei cleared her throat, and the sound that followed was that akin to angelic bells, beckoning to anyone who might be in the vicinity to hear. “Hello?” The melodious sound echoed through what seemed to be a very empty hall. “Is anyone here that might help me, I seem to be lost... and I have a friend in need, so if you'll help me find my way back...” She could have sworn that she'd only made a few turns... but everything was now nigh unrecognizable, as though she'd been transported here instead her feet carrying her through the castle. And she really must have been walking for a few good hours...
Had she not already tested Haven's patience today, she might have reached out to seek his assistance, but the thought of that only caused her to bite her lip in disdain. He wanted her to have a spine... to stand up for herself, and as his future queen she'd try for that, no matter how fruitless the endeavor would end.
Here was hoping that someone might here her, the lasting effects of a siren's song still enchanting the air.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 7:56 am
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Pre-time skip: The great beyond, then back, then... why hello there. 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 The dream was without shape, simply a darkness that was filled with pain. Lincoln didn't realize where he was, only that it was someplace foreign. He could hear his own footsteps echoing into the nothingness that surrounded him, but barely felt as if he was walking. Yet he knew he had to keep moving forward. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw he was being trailed by glowing red eyes that looked as if they were shaped by fire. The embers seemed to smirk at him, looking more dangerous than a pair of eyes should have. Taking a second to wonder about them, he realized who, or rather what, they belonged to. None other than the demon that he had bartered with. One soul in exchange for a little longer in the world of the living. Too bad he hadn't checked on that fine print.
The demon seemed to be following him faster than he was moving, and though he tried to speed up his steps, his pace did not increase. Growling to himself, though in a manner that echoed strangely, as if the demon behind him started to chuckle with the 'borrowed' noise, the heir tried to ignore the beast, and move forward. He was close to death once more, thanks to the administrations of the Black Knight, which made him a temptation to the demon. It could not take away his life by force, but if Lincoln did not keep moving away, then death (and the demon) would indeed overcome him. Damned if any of this made any real sense, but neither did trading his soul in the first place. Were demons like fish wives, always on the prowl for a good 'deal' on a soul? Not a thought he wished to really consider, but every creature got by the best way it knew how.
//Enough of this foolish thinking. Just keep moving.// He told himself, focusing on doing just that. Though he couldn't see why forward was where he needed to go, he kept at it. After what felt like both a few seconds and a few days, he had a sense of his body, and that this ever-present pain had lessened immensely. The only hurt was to his right arm, and a general soreness all over. Focusing on that right arm pain, the one he knew had been triggered by something real (not that the Black Knight was pure illusion, but he cared not to give that thing any more credence than he had to), he continued forward, hearing his own breath become a bit labored, and now what seemed like a snarl behind him.
you'll never get out of our agreement, little princeling. if i have to find you again and take what's most precious to you, i will. your soul is MINE!
The voice was more in his head than caught by his ears, and it made him try again to increase his pace. There should not have been any danger, not in a dream, but Lincoln knew this was no such thing. Though he did not know of her, even the weaver Somni might have paused at the thought to come here. Without any sort of obvious boundary, he crossed an invisible perimeter, and was suddenly back in he real waking world, gasping for breath as he sat up.
Looking around himself, Lincoln saw he was in that same hallway he'd been walking down earlier. The darkness was gone though, the bard (at least, he didn't see him), the knight too, and there was no proof of the battle he'd waged.... how long ago? How much time had passed? Still wondering, the heir reached forward on the ground to pick up his dagger that laid on the floor just within reach. Stashing it away, and also returning his sword to its scabbard, he stood, patting at himself where he had felt himself be injured, but now found absolutely no trace of it. His right arm was still hurt, but the rest was nothing but a memory. How could that be though? He certainly hadn't hallucinated it all, or had he?
Feeling unsteady at the lack of sure reality, plus still having the shadow of that gravel-thickened voice echo in his mind, the blond heir decided he needed to get to his room, to gather his wits about him. Unsteady was dangerous, as it made him vulnerable. And if there was anything he'd learned in his short stay here, was that it was an invitation for Death to be vulnerable.
He continued through the hallways, hoping to get to the healer soon. The farther he walked, the more his battle with the Black Knight of his childhood seemed like a dream. Had he really taken on the horror that was an abomination created by the gods? And survived, without a scratch? He knew he wasn't given to having wild flights of fancy, but this was just insanely bizarre. Perhaps it wasn't the true Black Knight, but merely an illusion. Some enemy of Wrath's had merely tried to curse or bewitch him. While less satisfying than a true battle, Lincoln at least had comfort in knowing that if he found out who did it, he'd show them a real nightmare by the time he was through with them.
Perhaps it was the amount of anger that was moving about his mind like a wave that rolled back and forth, but for whatever reason, he did not hear the haunting but beautiful chimes of the siren song that echoed down the hallways. His booted feet struck down at the carpeted floor despite the luxurious covering, expressing his displeasure with everything at the moment. The steps rang loudly in the practically empty corriders, as he continued to mull over what had, or possibly had not, happened.
A smooth turn around a blind corner and he almost crashed into the youngest princess of Lust. In his current state, had she been dressed like a servant, he would have glared at her until she got out of his way, and continued on his. But recognizing the richness of her outfit, if not her station nor kingdom, he instead backed up a half-pace, bowing his upper body formally.
"Apologies my Lady, I was not watching where I was going." He gave his apology sincerely, if a bit curtly. Though not as obsessed about appearances as some people, the blond heir still felt more than a little embarassed by his training-caused disheveled appearance, coupled with the still bloodied right arm. Gods above knew if he was also particularly musk-scented from sweating both at the training room, and as a result from the either true or false fight with the Black Knight. His long hair, normally well-kempt though never pampered, was tangled with previously mentioned sweat, and maybe a drop or two of old blood.
His hard emerald eyes stared at the fair princess, taking in her appearance while he hoped his own would not be too much an insult to his kingdom. The man had had certainly had enough of bringing shame to his beloved home today. He saw from her facial expression that she was ill at ease, almost frightened. He wondered if perhaps it was he that had startled her, but his mind felt fit now to remind him there was a call for help he'd heard but not truly listened to just a short bit previously. Her amber eyes looked almost pleading, and the pout of her lips was both angelic and adult, a look that hooked him insidiously without her even speaking. Not that he knew the power her voice could have over him, especially because he was a mess of emoion at the moment from his recent experience. "Do you require assistance, my Lady?"
Regardless of his current 'mission' to get the healer, or to get some rest (whichever came first), he responded to the lost look on the princess, being a gentleman as well as a warrior. If she was a proper lady from even Fortitude, he would give her at least a small order of some civilitiy. It did not hurt that she was so very beautiful, either. A shame he looked rather out of sorts in comparison.Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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