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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 8:35 am
 Kingdom and Title:Veritas; head of staff (butler)
Location and Situation: Hallways, in the presence of his jester-palIn culture after culture, people believe that the soul lives on after death,
that rituals can change the physical world and divine the truth,
and that illness and misfortune are caused and alleviated by spirits, ghosts, saints ... and gods.
~Steven Pinker
Kirkis was in the middle of his traveling method when Claus' statement caused him to literally stop, leaving them stranded (minus the jester's mask), so to speak, in an empty room. probably in a cellar somewhere, to judge by the cobwebs and spiders the size of small dogs. But no, it was not the remark about stopping, it was the more insulting one.
"Useless?!?!" The butler's bangs danced away from his eyes, and he glowered at poor masque-less Claus with his almost grass-green eyes, which were rimmed with blood (the actual tearing being a sort of mere 'special effect' he enjoyed for the masses on those very rare occasions he allowed them a peek); proof of just how pissed off the remark had gotten him. "How could you even think that?! Weren't you just trying to cheer me up a minute ago, you short-span-memoried fool?!" Nevermind the fact that Kirkis had taken it the wrong way, he was on a roll of annoyance now.
"And I'll show you I'm beter at violence than you! Smoke and mirrors, you have no sustenance!" He paused momentarily, realizing the irony of his pot-kettle snark. "Nevermind that, I'm a damn good fighter if I want to be! I just try to settle things non-violently because I can't just be killing off the Master's guests, no matter how much I might want to!" Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure he wanted to throttle a few of them, but he was too much a serving servant to really wish them any true harm.
Feeling his ephereal blood pressure increase (damned but that really must make Claus a powerful sorcerer, right?), Kirkis tried to calm himself. "Damnit, you ALWAYS do this! You piss me off and I can't think straight! And you're not even TRYING to be mean, I warrant. Just a flighty happy-go-lucky jester!"
Snapping back to what they were supposed to be doing, Kirkis grabbed at the satin material on Claus' shoulder and continued their immediate journey to the hall in question. By the time they arrived (invisible, of course), there was no sign or sense of the dark magic. Kirkis sensed a person nearby, a newcomer to the castle (one he'd only gotten a very brief summary about; some kind of entertainer?), but he was initially more focused on the lack of both of his targets being gone. "AND NOW WE'RE LATE! WE MISSED IT ALL! WHAT KIND OF A BUTLER AM I?!" Furious at himself for gtting sidetracked, and missing the action (he did not realize that Claus' mask-self had arrived before the two of them), he felt sorely tempted to become physical and beat his forehead into a wall. For all the good that would do, other than to attempt to give himself a bigger headache than the one he all ready had forming.Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.
~Arthur C. Clarke[Art is once more by Maniac. Click on image for larger pic. Please do not copy; I commissioned artist for this art.]
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:28 am
Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: (Before Time skip) Rosalie's room,....s**t...
Cross through the night
I looked down and lost my way
my light
(()) Soren felt frozen to her spot. Her eyes watched as Max tried to convince Rosalie to offer her his flesh once more. Admittedly, she wished to smack the boy across the head. However, that would either cause her to get biten...or maybe pop his head off. The knight did not want to found out just how fragile the corpse prince was currently. Thus, Soren swallowed her emotions. Her face became like an emotionaless mask. If a person looked into her blue eyes, they might see a hint of emotion. But other than that, they would see nothing.
She watched as Rosalie seemed to fall even further into insanity. The push they had given her had been too much. Her eyes watched as the princess started to sail off the balcony's edge. In an instant, Soren started moving towards the princess to try and stop her fall. However, the movement of Liam and Nathenial caused her path to be blocked. She assumed that one of them could easily get her up. That didn't ease the sinking feeling inside of her. The same feeling that made her weary to this idea of showing Rosalie her brother's new state.
But, as instantly as things turned chaotic earlier, so too came the scream. The howling scream that made Soren flinch slightly. The knight didn't need anyone to tell her what had happened. She watched as Nathenial took a step back. For a few moments, she felt pity go through her towards the heir. After all, he had lost not one, but two siblings now.
Her face turned to face Altonair. She wondered how the younger prince was going to take the loss of yet another sibling. Nathenial, while someone she didn't particulary like, probably could handle the loss easily. But, what about Altonair? Would he able to handle it? It was question the knight could not answer.
Soren thought about what to say to Altonair as Liam left the room. She couldn't say that everything was alright. That would be a lie as easily spotted as blood on white clothing. It wasn't like a murder where blame could easily be put on the killer and the killer only. This was just a suicide, a suicide none of them were able to prevent. Eventually, the knight gave up on trying to find false words of comfort and turned herself to face the balcony once more. May whatever might be out there allow Rosalie to rest and peace...and for our souls not to be damned for not being able to save her.
If it wouldn't have been inapproiate, the knight would have laughed at her thought. She didn't believe in a higher power, but she did believe in an afterlife. The only reason Soren did was because she saw ghosts and heard the stories of something out there from them. However, each account had its' own twists and turns. It made her wonder if the living were never meant to know whether or not the afterlife actually existed. But, now was not the time to contemplate one of life's many unanswered questions. Her duty to this family was first and foremost over all else, no matter what.
Her body calmly walked towards the balcony. With no hestiation in her movements, Soren bent over and frowned slightly. Not out of sadness, but out of a bit of disgust and pity. The once beautfiul princess now was all but a splattered mess on the garden below. Poor thing. She didn't deserve to die in such a way. The knight stood straight once more and looked over at Nathenial and Altonair.
"I shall depart as well, your imminences." This was a private matter, a matter that the knight felt she had no right to intrude on. However, the moment she made it over to her still passed out friend, Soren landed herself in a dilemea. While she was stronger than most females due to her training, this didn't mean she could carry just anyone. After all, her small frame made it harder to carry people bigger than her. Her friend was defintely bigger than Soren. Sometimes, I wish I was born a male. This would make having this kind of issue non-existant.
She tried waking her friend first before having to resort to carrying her. Admittedly, luck was not on her side. Neither does luck seem to lie in the Envy house tonight. A soft sigh erupted from her lips as she opened the door. Then, the knight started picking her friend up, doing her best to carry her out of the room. "If you need me, I'll be around...and you have my condulences for your loss." The comment had been more offhanded. The knight had confidence that they could ride through the loss. Also, she knew full well they probably didn't care if a knight gave their condulences or not. But, her duty was to protect the Envy royal family. If that meant helping them cope through a tragedy, she was willing to help as she closed the door behind her. Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 9:31 am
 Ӄɨɍɨϙȿ Ďɍɇɨȿȿɇὴ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ Ӄingdom: Justice
Ɍank: General
Ƚocation: Wandering the halls
Ⱦhoughts: And I’m not on the frontlines because…? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ It is safe to say that at the moment, Kirios was not a happy camper. He did not belong here; his country was at war, and so he belonged on the field of battle. His men, many of whom he’d served with for years, trusted him to lead them to victory. Sure, he was technically a sorcerer, but to his most loyal warriors he was every bit the soldier they were. Naturally, he’d respectfully protested his orders. They would be losing one of Justice’s best strategists, he’d told his superiors. But no, this was more important, they’d told him.
He never quite understood the importance of this new assignment for him. Just what were members of the royalty doing in this strange land anyhow? Of course, he’d never gotten an answer to that question. What he’d been told was that the representatives of Hubris had recently been growing bold in their rivalry with their people. Kirios was to help reinforce the ranks of Justice’s representatives, and if need be fight off any of Hubris’s attackers and protect Justice’s royals. All in all it was not an assignment that suited the mage; instead of proactively leading his warriors to battle, he’d instead be sitting around some strange castle waiting for their enemies to attack them.
The black mare that raced beneath Kirios’s hooded form neighed as the two approached their destination. He looked up to view the castle growing as the distance was reduced between him and the structure. It was an impressive structure, no doubt, but to him it was still not much more than brick and mortar; brick and mortar that could still fall to the batteries and war machines of the kingdom of Justice. The horse began to slow its pace just as he reached the grounds, stopping next to an awaiting servant.
The servant wasted no time in directing one of the others to take Kirios’s steed as the cloaked figure dismounted. Upon confirming the General was who he was, the servant began to lead him through the many winding halls of the castle to the room he was offered by the structure’s master. He silently thanked the servant with a nod and offered to take in his belongings himself, receiving no complaints. He stepped into the room and laid his bags next to the bed, then removed the cloak and casually threw it onto the bed without any real care as to how or where it landed.
Without the cloak was revealed a rather muscular-framed man garbed in rather simple attire not at all like the armor the Generals of the legions of Justice were expected to wear. From a first glance he did not appear to be of military stock at all, simply a big man in expensive, if simple-looking, clothing. He took a moment to check himself out in the mirror to see that he was presentable, and then shrugged. He could really use a drink right about now. Perhaps this castle had some kind of bar where he could have himself some brandy?
He stepped out of the room, closing his door behind him, and paused only to pop his neck for a moment. He looked to his left, and then to his right. It was only then that he realized he had absolutely no idea where he was going. Perhaps he should have kept the servant around as a guide. He’d not beat himself up about it, however; certainly he could find his way around, right? Without further contemplation he headed off to his left.
Much to his dismay, finding his way around was not as simple as he expected. The halls here were labyrinthine, and he half suspected the inside of the castle was actually larger than the frame holding it together. But perhaps it was simply paranoia on his part. Still, as a sorcerer himself he of all people knew not all possibilities should be discounted. He eventually found his way to a hall he was pretty sure was nowhere near his room.
He paused for a moment upon hearing what sounded like singing. The chimes were a soothing and absolutely beautiful sound to his ears. Yet it was strange as well. The sound was an entirely too comfortable one. There was something almost magical about it. It did not take him too long to realize his mind had focused entirely too much on the singing, even after it had stopped. That settled it; nothing could effect someone so without being magical. He tried his damnedest, difficult as it was, to brush off the effects and investigate.
He stepped forward carefully and rounded a corner to find a man(Lincoln) and woman(Lorelei). Could the woman have done the singing? Blue eyes narrowed toward the woman, beautiful as she was, suddenly remembering that there were words accompanying the songs. ”Pardon, but did one of you say you needed assistance?”  Chains of hate | Chains of affection
Chains that want you | And chains of rejectionx..
Chains immortal | Chains that diexxxx.
Chains that shackle you | And chains that bindxxxxxx.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:02 am
 ☀ A V E L I N E ☀ E N T R E R I ☀ Status: Princess of Justice
Location: The main staircase
Mood: Amused The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply. Aveline's soft steps made no noise as she walked up the driveway to Veritas's castle. She had bid the coachman farewell at the gate, instead of allowing him to accompany her to the castle steps. His coach made too much noise for her desired entrance. She wanted her arrival to remain a surprise. She considered her presence a present to her brother, as it were. The look on Valas's face when he saw his sister at the evening meal would be quite amusing, that was if her brother dear did let any emotions cross his face. No, this is not Archibald. Valas will react, she thought to herself.
Another, though lessor reason why Aveline had chosen to appear on foot was that she wished to survey her new home and grounds before she began mingling with her fellow royals. If she was meant to live hear until the threat of assassination lessened, she wanted to know that she could approve of her surroundings. Perhaps she would find a servant to escort her about the grounds, that is unless Veritas himself chose to do so. Her father had been less than helpful on the subject but that was to be expected. Her father was a busy man, she reminded herself. A king of Justice ruled properly. They weren't slovenly, biased or unruly like the leaders of some kingdoms, or at least that was how Aveline saw it. She could be rather conceited at times. In fact, it was a quality she prided herself upon along with her ability to articulate the most innocent of insults.
You see, good reader, one of this elf's favourite passtimes was the art of mockery. She enjoyed the thrill of making people eat their own words or causing them to blush. No doubt many of the people in the castle would know of it... and many others wouldn't.
Oh, this was going to be fun! There were so many people in this house who would know to avoid her but just as many whom she had never met. No doubt they would lean on the belief that elves were noble, graceful and composed. Although Aveline believed she was all of these things, she also believed that she was not as two-dimensional as many of her fellow elves. The elf paused for a moment and considered: should she play the part? Those who knew her would be puzzled by her apparent transformation and the others would not know what to expect when he reverted back. No, she decided. It will take too long to change their opinions.
Aveline slipped through the doors and wound her way through the castle, taking in everything she could while avoiding being seen. When she had made a full circle of the lower floor she decided it was time to find a servant to carry her things. After all, she would not be seen carrying them herself.
“Why must things always happen this way?!” the girl cried to the empty air “Can I not be happy too? Can I not find some solace in something in this barren place?”
The elf stood silently and watched the pair of servants. What interested her about the pair was the cloth carrier's reaction. It hardly seemed justified, but then again, they were servants. Who knew what their honour system was like? When the upstart had left, Aveline decided she would make herself known.
'Perhaps if you spent more time achieving what you want and less time whining you would be happier,' she remarked. 'Tell me, serving girl, what have you done to find your... solace?'He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:47 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 Her soft slippers didn't make a noise against the cold, stone flooring of the castle as she inched forward, flushed because she was so recklessly misplaced. How.. had she managed to lose sight of her surroundings so easily, when never before had she experienced troubles in her sense of direction? And now was not the time for it... Sokar needed her to provide him with proper attire – a task proving itself very cumbersome and nigh impossible.
The music lingered about the hallway, weaving its sound swiftly through out hearing range, and while far from conceited, the siren knew well that the persuasive notes would beckon someone to her if they were around. So she should have braced herself to see someone soon, should have prepared to explain just what was afoot.
Her breath caught in her throat as she nearly crashed into Lincoln; she'd been so distraught with the prospect of being lost that she'd not heard his footsteps nearing towards her. “'Tis my fault,” She exclaimed harmoniously, a slight rouge darkening her cheeks when he bowed. “I fear that I was upon the brink of panic for I found myself lost, once again in the span of this castle.” The princess explained hurriedly, dropping into a curtsy in proper form. Of course she didn't recognized his noble features, hadn't a clue that this man before her was the heir to Wrath.
He asked if he could be of assistance to her, and Lorelei swallowed the panic she'd felt just moments ago. “I'm afraid I've lost my way while searching for breeches for a man.” Oh! How horrendous of a picture that painted her, in desperation she wrought her hands in her skirt, trying to muster a reasonable explanation. “A dear friend of mine has found himself in a position where he is not properly adorned with garbs, and two of us have set out to aid the man, ahd have the situation righted by our host.” To explain this was no small task, and no matter how she worded it, it would show her in a light that was certainly not fit for her station.
Expelling a melodious huff of air, Lorelei's brows knitted prettily as she tried again. “Forgive me, but describing this very innocent mishap is providing a spot of trouble.” Amber eyes filled with feeling as she peered into Lincoln's own emerald orbs. “There is a witch about the grounds, one who transformed Lord Veritas' gardener into a man... and because he is a man now, he requires garments that he didn't previously wear.”
But it was then that she took note of his state, and Lorelei shook her head, fire imbued tresses swirling in the air. “Mi'lord,” Her features paled just a bit. “It seems you are in far greater need of assistance than myself.” She stepped closer to the man laden in grime, not thinking about how her voice might have affected him. “It seems as though you need a healer, a bath, and then a lot of what must be well-deserved rest.” Not that she was implying that she'd see to the second two herself, but the music that carried in her voice certainly did just that. Hopefully, this man would be more steadfast in not falling for a siren's tricks the way the rest of the men in the castle had been so far.
Hopefully. Gods in heaven merciful, there had to be one man who didn't fall for the sultry inflections of her voice. Right? Lorelei was beginning to wonder, in truth. Even Haven, who had called himself immune... the color in her cheeks deepened. Perhaps a vow of silence would be in order when she became his queen, so that she'd not disrupt all that he was working toward. And she only hoped that she'd not be the ruination of his court, as she expected she would be.
It was then that another man rounded the corner, his eyes falling on the pair as he asked if either had needed some help. Again, her knees bent into the ritual curtsy. “It was I who called out for it, I found myself lost... and just as I called out for someone, I nearly ran into this man here...” She felt like she should give his name and station, but the young princess didn't know it. And all the same it was best if she didn't use names; names rolled off of her tongue like the sweetest honey, giving off the implication that she was savoring it as much as she did the person. “Let me express my apologies to both of you, for I know not either of your names, and I shouldn't trouble any one with my affairs.”
She bowed her head then, chin dropping towards the floor as long eyelashes dusted her cheeks humbly. “I hadn't meant to distract you from your way, had only intended to ask for directions to the main hall.” But now it seemed that seeing to the man who was so obviously injured would need to be tended to. And any woman of a gentler nature would see to it – to ignore him in his ailing would only further sully her reputation.
But Sokar...
Torn, she raised her honeyed gaze upon the two in her presence, giving way to a small, apologetic smile that was so perfectly carved into her features. “Perhaps we should start with coming to an area of the castle that is more familiar, finding mi'lord a healer, and then if you care,” The princess' eyes fell on Kirios then, “I might implore you to allow me to borrow a pair of your breeches.” He looked like he was the closest fit to Sokar's large form. Crimson pulled in her cheeks once more, and her teeth gnawed at her bottom lip when she realized how ambiguous the statement had been, and how her words seemed to want to envelop the pair of men with the sweet promise of a siren.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 7:25 pm
Kingdom and Title:Wrath; Heir
Location/Situation: Random hallway, trying to have POLITE introductions 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 beautiful young lady curtsied before him with a grace he’d rarely seen. Her cheeks looked a touch reddened by a very becoming blush, which somewhat distracted him from his angry thoughts. As she hurriedly explained the reason she’d gotten lost, he could not help but look at her as if she was joking, though he did not fully comprehend it. Her body language soothed him though, as it reminded him of Evony’s fussing when she got flustered, and he realized there was certainly more to what she was saying. Her words were indeed a bit on the improper side for a lady, but it seemed it was something that needed further explanation.
Then, as she stared into his eyes, he felt something coil around his mind. He finally realized there was a music that was speaking to his somewhat diminished soul, though it had been hiding before, wrapping its tendrils about him. Though he heard the rest of her explanation of the gardener’s (Evony’s friend, no doubt) transformation, and the worry to which she indicated by his appearance, he felt a vague unease that made him feel cornered. Certainly not a feeling he wished to have, after what he’d been through. His inner rage peaked out its head, and mingled with the other deep emotions the siren song was stirring inside him.
For a lightning-quick second, Lincoln’s eyes blazed with a deeply furious lust, ready to force Lorelei to satisfy him physically as to what her voice promised him. But he closed his eyes in concentration, gripping his hands into tight fists as he tried to find something inside him to quell the sexual rage that had awoken without warning or preamble, needing only the siren’s tone as a match upon kerosene.
The siren deep within Lorelei might have enjoyed her conquered pets, but she would be forewarned to not attempt to work Lincoln past his edge of control. Sure, it could be fun to make the Wrathian heir fall prey to her demands like she tried with so many others.... but then he would take back much more of her. It was almost assuredly he would end her existence by being victimized by her call. Though younger men were easy to catch because they were often more sexually curious than those of Lincoln’s age, he was no unpracticed yearling buck. No, he was an experienced stag, and he would get what his senses were fooled into thinking they wanted, whether Lorelei (not the siren within) would want it or not. In fact, by his ancestry (the pureblood making the difference from Lucas’ reactions) triggered by the siren’s call, he might even prefer the latter.
Lincoln had felt the sirens’ musics before, when Adel, Lucas, and Mishka had hit their respective puberties. It was his brotherly love that had shut down all seduction from them, once he had realized what was going on. So he reached inwardly in himself, trying to find that sense of control. If he did it once, he was positive he could do it again. He could not ignore the siren, for to do so was folly, asking to more easily fall into her spell. He would not fall into the ‘immune’ category that Lorelei wished to find. But if instead he tried to control his own reaction to that wanting need, so that he might feel impassioned but withheld any action, that would help prevent the situation from becoming a grave matter. Exhaling slowly (perhaps more than just a little breathily), he opened his eyes, and looked at Lorelei with a piercing gaze with his sharp twin emeralds. The heir held himself in a rigid and straight military fashion, his body trained and disciplined to respond to his mind, regardless of what it was feeling.
He gained another inch of control as they were approached by a man wearing simple clothing, though the heir could tell they were not cheap peasant garb. They fit the huge man well, and his lust-awakened mind noted just how attractive this masculine specimen was. Altonair, and even Nathaniel, though men, were boys in comparison to this fellow, and at the moment he took severe note of it. But still, despite the stranger’s surprise arrival, Lincoln still felt the strong gravitational pull of the siren’s speech. At least she didn’t act as if she was trying to seduce either of them, and he wrapped his left hand over his wound. Not just to staunch the slow bleeding, but to squeeze enough pain into his system to remember the lessons of control. “Greetings, sir. I do not know the man she wishes to assist personally, but he is a dear friend to someone of my acquaintance. Would you consider acquiescing to her request?” He licked his lower lip, forcing himself to glance at the siren without making his urges obvious. “If we ever get to somewhere more central than these blasted deserted areas.”
He talked smoothly, hiding his burning thoughts and his pain fairly well, but it was a heavy challenge, and some hint of what he was feeling might show through if either of the two cared to take a second to closer observe him. By now he’d lost the amusement of the siren reminding him of Evony, and instead focused on thinking of the girl-child directly. For her, he had not an ounce of this sexual longing he felt here. And so he needed to focus on what else he might feel for her, to try to distract himself better. For his plans, he could have not a black mark on his reputation, at least not without due cause.
“If I might also introduce myself, I am Lincoln Masterson, heir of Wrath.” He nodded his head at the man, unsure of his station, and not as willing to show the same degree of civility he would show a lady. But he would be courteous until he found a reason to be otherwise, especially because he too had asked a favor from the mammoth of a man. He gave his station not to show off, but merely to give weight to his request. And also, to remind himself of the proper way an heir must act. No matter how much he might want to turn on the siren and take everything he wished of her, just because her song spoke so strongly to him, he refused to give in. If only the music in her speech was not such a trigger! Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath,
and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
- Horace
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:18 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!When Alice turned around to attack her rear, Jack hoped his accomplice had moved fast enough to get out of the way. He got the poor man into this mess by dragging him along, he had to get him out. Contrary to popular belief, Jack did not melt into ecstasy when someone left the world of the living because of his own problems. It was quite the opposite. He would chalk the death up in his self caused casualty list, and hate himself that much more. He was an exceedingly depressed and "Emo" on the inside because of all the lives he had taken that did not deserve their fate so soon. This turns into hostility towards others to keep them away for their own protection. His loneliness and antisocial behavior was his mercy for mortals. While Alice was busy with her hack-n-slash frenzy on frozen plant stuffs, Jack had determined she would not distinguish the sound of his sword leaving its sheath from the glass harmonics that the ice she created was making with each thrashing motion. He had to make his move, and, if Thantos was still alive, his companion should follow suit. Taking several steps out into the open and towards his target while pulling out his favored weapon, the daemon hunter dove for Alice's legs. He pulled his normal arm back that held the hilt to ready himself for a horizontal cleave. He swung with great might at the ice monster's Achilles heels. Like a hot knife through flesh, the blade of Harbinger sliced through the thick sheet of frozen magical flesh. Alice howled with surprise as her ankles began to give away. Jack released his sword, sending it across from them, and rolled right between her legs. Alice's knees and body were bending forward over Jack's body, casting a large shadow over him. He braked himself by reaching out for the ground around him, so he could stop with his back flat and his legs to his chest. When the half ice demon's crumpled body was about to swallow up the blood red haired mercenary, her arms moving for the earth to catch herself, he drove his legs straight up and into Alice's rib cage; Alice's spine bent backwards in response to the impact of the steel plated boots and Jack's strength. Stone-like grinding noises popped from her back; Alice was now falling away from her red headed prey. She was wide open for a follow up attack.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:02 pm
Ӄɨɍɨϙȿ Ďɍɇɨȿȿɇὴ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ Ӄingdom: Justice
Ɍank: General
Ƚocation: Roaming the halls
Ⱦhoughts: My breeches…? Well, at least she asked. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✠ Kirios bowed and scraped, placing his left hand over his chest as was expected of a gentleman, in response to the beautiful woman’s curtsy. There was that melody in her voice again. It was an odd sensation, but all he knew is he wanted her at that very moment. It was perhaps a blessing in disguise that the blond man was present. At the moment all he could think of was taking the woman in his arms and committing every known carnal sin imaginable with her… most of which could benefit from unbreakable chains he could summon at will. The man’s presence only served to distract him from such desires.
”Well then, I suppose it’d be no real comfort to know that I am just as lost as you find yourself, milady, as I’ve only just arrived in this most humble bastion.” He looked around, trying his best not to pay any attention to the woman’s seductive chords. There was absolutely nothing familiar of these walls, nothing that reminded him of home. There was nothing that really stood out to him, nothing he recalled enough to be able to find his way back to his room, due in no small part to the fact that he really was not paying much attention to his surroundings to begin with. What a general he was; he could lead his men through campaign after campaign, but he could not lead himself through the halls of a castle.
Kirios chuckled lightly as the girl continued to speak, apparently feeling guilty for dragging the two men into her current state. ”My dear, I assure you I’ve no affairs of mine own to attend to, so I may as well delve into those of others. It’d at least make life much more interesting.” He smiled warmly, unknowingly giving the small girl a lustful gaze. In his mind he knew these feelings were not natural, and that they were wrong. The girl was certainly beautiful, but she was not the kind of woman Kirios found himself bedding often. In his life he’d gone through a whole slew of women… not a one of which so proper.
But who was he kidding? All women were his type of women.
The sorcerer in him told him to cast some form of mental protection spell to shield him from the woman’s effects. Unfortunately, he was not as well-versed in such magic. He would simply have to consult M’s journal later. Till then he would have to hold himself back from sexually devouring the girl on sight, and see if he could indeed help her. He nodded courteously at Lincoln’s request and turned his attention back toward the girl.
”I’ll allow you two to lead, then, as you seem to be much more familiar with this castle than I.” He gave a slight wave of his right hand, telling the others through body language to lead the way out of these passages. He nodded at Lincoln’s introduction and once again found himself bowing and scraping in the man’s direction. ”And I am Kirios Solo Dreissen, sorcerer extraordinaire and, despite my humble appearance, General of the honorable armies of Justice.”
His right brow raised upon hearing Lorelei’s final sentence. Her words only seemed to fan the flames burning inside him. He struggled to maintain his composure, but his body showed no sign of such. He naturally responded the only way he could in such a situation, with charm and humor. ”Well, normally women do not ask me to remove my breeches until after an hour or so, but I suppose for you I could make an occasion of it, milady.” The left side of his lips curled to a somewhat devious yet playful smile, not missing the crimson beginning to touch upon her cheeks. Chains of hate | Chains of affection
Chains that want you | And chains of rejectionx..
Chains immortal | Chains that diexxxx.
Chains that shackle you | And chains that bindxxxxxx.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:15 am
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Ƞaedira Ȉllesande
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Rank: 1st Princess
Location: Naedira's Quarters  Naedira was silent… Allowing Ryan time to digest what she’d said—Allowing her sister time… In one respect… She still wished that she could have avoided having discussed this altogether…. But on a more selfish level, she was just glad that the burden of knowing wasn’t resting on her shoulders alone any longer. It had left her with a terrible weight, that pulled her down by the tip of her heart… Left her feeling at times, like she was trapped underwater…Sinking, and unable to break the surface. Her watery eyes were… hidden from Ryan’s view for the most part, her face tucked against his shoulder softly. This afternoon had been filled with surprise after surprise and at this point she was simply emotionally spent. She knew that Ryan at least, would have trouble accepting the darker aspects of her magicks… And that if Madelyne was still cut from the same mold she remembered her as—She would follow suit. But news of the War with Avarice… No doubt that would overshadow their concerns.
Ryan couldn’t even look at her. Couldn’t… Was he so disgusted with her? Did he not see how difficult it had been? How she’d struggled with it? How Lucien must have struggled with it? She loved her brother dearly… And she felt guilt, for keeping secrets… But if it had been reversed… She couldn’t say he wouldn’t have done the same thing. To protect her. They protected each other. Until today—Until Madelyne had been given back to them… They were all the other one had.
“Would you not have protected me, m'love?”, she questioned gently, her eyes staring at the cloth of his shoulder—Since the mere sight of her offended him so. The hurt in his tone told her as much. “You can’t say that it would have been easy for you to say.”
“No one thinks little of you. Don’t be absurd…”, her words came, despite the fact that he said he wished to speak no more of it… Naedira might have been the younger, and Ryan may be the heir… But she would never allow him to get away with being a pig headed elder brother. He was a son of Kings—But he was not yet, King. She understood that it might have wounded his fragile male ego… But there simply hadn’t been time to explain the dire situation. It required silence—The two of them alone for more than five minutes. Which hadn’t happened since they’d been in the castle. Ryan…Infatuated with the Lady Lorelei, seemed to have far more on his mind than the affairs of his family. Naedira had been on bed rest for days after the Catacomb event. Would he have wished she blurt it out in front of everyone, like an ill-bred heathen? She sighed, blinking long lashes to push back frustrated tears. Nothing could ever be simple, could it? “I’m sorry… To have hurt you. You know me, Ryan—You’ve known me all my life… You know I wouldn’t do so intentionally… If there wasn’t a reason…”, she trailed off, realizing from the paintings on the wall they weren’t far from her quarters… She heard him apologize to Madelyne, and despite what temper her brother seemed to be in he lips twitched with the smallest smile. The littlest Riley was correct. Every family had their burdens… A maid scurried to try and open her door, seeing the Humilitian Heir carrying the woman—Fearing something must be wrong… Though the door did not budge until Naedira moved her hand, lifting the ward that bound it shut. With the assassinations… The middle princess of Humility was not above being too careful. The maid held the door open for the trio, and Naedira soon found herself laying on the plush bed in the second room… Her eyes flickered towards her brother, a sigh escaping her. “You know brother… No matter how upset you are—At least you have a family that loves you. There are others here that have to look for a knife in their back…Even from their own siblings… Especially from their own siblings.” “But you… You have a family… A kingdom that adores you. Try to remember how blessed you are…” She would have asked Ryan to stay… But he looked to angry to do so. He knew, he was always welcome. Naedira glanced towards her sister, a tired, faint smile crossing her features… “Keep me company, my Madelyne? I want you to tell me everything I’ve missed…”
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Time Skip - Just Before Dinner
If I auto'd Ryan and Madelyne in a way you'd wish it not be, message me, and I shall edit it out.
I just wanted to give you guys something to go off of. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Naedira allowed one of her hand maiden’s to brush her auburn hair until it held it’s own shine—Her hazel eyes outlined in kohl, clothed in long gold fabric and matching baubles… She turned to smile at her sister once the made was finished, striking a proper pose for the younger Riley… It was hours later, and after some getting to know you, and then a well needed nap… She felt refreshed, and better than ever. The white of her gown from earlier had been stained with blood during the ritual. Why was it, that her favorite dresses got blood on them in this castle? Blood was…Forever. Even if one couldn’t see it… She knew it was still there. “Do you think this is enough?”, she questioned, spinning once in front of the mercury made mirror. Dinner would be starting soon… And her father, was to meet her betrothed… And her betrothed, was going to meet her father. Her brother was furious with her… And she was at War with her best friends. If anything was going to go right—She was determined, that it would be this dinner. Though she hoped... Ryan would forgive her enough to be there. Her governess had always told her to dress just so…Especially if she was going to be making some kind of impression. For the man that she would someday marry… Dress for her station, but also to retain interest. Bare just little enough skin to avoid scandal…But just enough to bring them to wonder, what it is, that they are unable to see. She moved towards Madelyne, smiling that usual graceful smile that the Princess of Humility was known for—and gestured towards her bureau and vanity. “You’re welcome to borrow anything you see…”Her head tilted, gauging the girl a moment… “I think my gowns would fit you fine, if there were any that suited your fancy…” Naedira was…Embracing the idea of having a sister full on, immediately. What kind of sister would she be, if she didn’t encourage the girl to indefinitely borrow her things without asking? ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ No One Knows I'm all Alone
Living in this Castle Made of Stone
And while I Sit so High up on A Throne
I Wonder How I can Feel this Low
On Top of the World it's Beautiful
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:12 am
Location - My room then heading to Corrine's room as requested, Confused, worried, and in a hurry so I am not late for dinner with the family.
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Heir of Humility |I am the son and heir.
Of nothing in particular.|
Ryan felt exhausted emotionally after everything, and carrying his obviously upset sister was not helping anything. More so considering he was the cause of her being upset this time. It was a feeling he had not experienced in this manner and one that he would not be keen to try and repeat. Deep down he knew there were very good reasons for her keeping things from him and were the roles reversed he was not sure he wouldn't do the same. Maybe he was more upset that Lucien had asked her to keep it secret until he told Dorian and she tried to do just that. What? Was he supposed to go and demand Dorian's head just because he knew of the war before her? Things would have been awkward with the heiress for sure, but not more than it usually was with the sometimes infuriating woman. It just gave him one more reason to avoid being alone with the heiress, which was something he actually felt reassuring. Alone time with Dorian had never been fun.
As Naedira brought up the very thing he had been thinking of Ryan let out a sigh. He had been hoping to avoid further discussion, but it seemed that in his current state of mind his wishes were not to be respected. It wasn't too surprising as he would have been surprised had his headstrong sister not spoke up, but it was still tiring. "I do not know nor do I claim it would have been easier. I would like to think though that I would have sought you out and told you off it first chance I was allowed. The roles are not reversed however sister and therefore we may never know. I am not sure how anyone thinks of me anymore sister. The only thing I think I know for sure is that my betrothed despises me. Or at the very least is not pleased to be bound to me. I know people think me a lovestruck fool. I know that because of the catacombs every time I close my eyes to rest I see your lifeless face looking up at me. And I know that I am just tired of it all sister. So forgive me for feeling hurt."
His words were not angry, or biting, they were simply tired above all else. Perhaps he would take some time to himself after dropping Naedira off at her room and get a little rest himself. Letting out a sigh Ryan simply nodded as Naedira said she was sorry something that felt good deep down. It was nice to know that somethings never changed in light of everything that had been going on. "I know sister. I know." Maybe it didn't feel so good to be protected after all? He might just rethink his whole stand on dealing with Naedira and know Madelyne when it came to protecting them. As Madelyne spoke up Ryan let her finish completely and let out another sigh after she was finished. Of course she hadn't known. She had just been reunited with her family, and had she known before, then that would have been very surprising. Still she spoke with wisdom as she mentioned every family having problems. "Royal families most of all I am afraid."
Ryan recognized how close they were coming to Naedira's room from when he had visited her while she was on bed rest to check on her after the catacombs. As they neared the doors a maid scurried ahead to attempt to open the doors to no avail until Naedira lifted some magic she had cast on the door. Walking in and instantly to the nearest bed Ryan laid his sister down gently then stood up straight and let yet another sigh escape his lips. Naedira spoke of having a family that loved him, and being lucky, and he found himself agreeing wholeheartedly. "I am aware my sister it is just sometimes hard to remember in this cursed place. I find myself wishing that we had never come here at all. Though if we hadn't then we wouldn't have been reunited with Madelyne either which is great." He had a hard time completely ridding himself of anger for the moment and therefore he did not stay, but he would not be missing dinner. "Goodbye my dearest sisters. Be well." Leaning down he pressed his lips to Naedira's forehead, then did the same to Madelyne, before leaving.
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Ryan had spent the next several hours relaxing and washing up to prepare himself from the upcoming dinner with Prince Altonair. He felt more refreshed now and his headache was completely gone. Ryan could definitely say he was glad to be rid of the after effects of drinking, and was not keen to start drinking again anytime soon. His alone time had given him plenty of time to think the situation through, and sort through things, and he had decided he wasn't really mad at Naedira anymore. He was still slightly upset with Lucien for keeping such a thing secret from him. He had just spent hours with the man alone and his friend had not sought to mention the war. Even with Lucien however he could understand his desire to tell his own sister first. Ryan was just upset with the way he had to find out. It would have been much better had his father took him aside and told him instead of the way it had been done. However he couldn't really fault anyone involved.
Then a voice entered his head that made his heart skip a beat and long for the one it belonged to. The sweet voice was just what he needed to hear it seemed. However at the same time worry filled him the moment Lorelei mentioned needing his assistance. The voice akin to an angel's in his head vibrated around lingering even after the words were gone. Sweet promises accompanied the voice like always, but his worry overthrew anything else. Mention of a witch was enough to make Ryan even more worried. As she asked if he would meet her Ryan was ready to do just that though he was aware of how soon the dinner was. He was torn between the two. As the location of the meeting was given Ryan decided he would pop in to see what was wrong for a few minutes before heading down to dinner. This sounded much too serious to simply ignore. The fact that it was Lorelei that asked it of him made him want to go even more so than he would have otherwise.
Not exactly knowing how this mind link, or telepathy, or whatever this was worked he thought back towards her in hopes she would catch his words. 'Of course milady. I will be there shortly though I am afraid I won't be able to stay for very long. I have to go down to meet my family for dinner with Altonair of Envy.' After thinking the last thought Ryan made sure he was completely ready for dinner then headed for the door. He was dressed in more formal clothes than he had wore yet in the castle. While his attire was usually much more simple and humble he was not dressed in a manner befitting a prince and future king. As he entered the hallway outside his room he had a maid point him in the right direction and immediately walked to the room of Corrine. Stopping outside the door for the moment he raised his hand and knocked swiftly and firmly three times on the door. "Hello? I was asked to meet the Lady Lorelei hear concerning the castle gardener and something about a witch?"
|I am human and I need to be loved.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 9:53 pm
Location: Staircase. Why do people keep scaring me so?
Title: Servant
Kingdom:Fortitude Hubris
People were always popping up in strange places around Veritas’s castle, so Ella really shouldn’t have been surprised when a female voice came from behind her:
'Perhaps if you spent more time achieving what you want and less time whining you would be happier’
Jumping about a foot in the air and dropping her polishing cloth Ella turned around at the waist, craning her head and body to see who was behind her. Poor thing, she just about died when she realized it was a royal. “Ah, um…” Ella muttered as she whipped back around, picked up the cloth and stood hurriedly. She did a quick smoothing of her black dress, making sure that the cream outlines on each side were not wrinkled, then bowed her head in greeting. “I beg your pardon My Lady. I did not realize someone would be coming down the staircase.” Ella did a brief look at the woman before. Definitely not a servant, so she was way above Ella in that regards. Her attitude and the way she held herself gave it away that she was also someone of higher breeding, not to mention she looked like a familiar elf from Justice…
Ella then registered the rest of what the woman said:
'Tell me, serving girl, what have you done to find your... solace?'
“Solace…?” Ella breathed slowly, wondering what on earth this woman meant. And then Ella realized what the woman was talking about. ‘Oh no! Did she hear me talking to myself? What should I do?! She probably thinks I am insane, or worse! Not to mention I probably bothered her with my incessant rambling. Oh dear. If she tells one of the Hubris royals I am surely going to be punished for my carelessness…’
But she eventually answered after being deep in thought, or rather deep in panic, for a few seconds. “No Your Highness. I am afraid I have not found any solace yet. Perhaps I will find some in the future. I will be sure not to whine any more. Thank you for your kind words.” A sad smile crossed the servants face as she looked at Aveline. It was hopefully a smile that would deter the Princess from asking Ella any more questions. She hated answering questions, especially when she knew they would bring trouble later. “May I assist you with something, Your Highness?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:33 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 was not oblivious to Lincoln's plight, and new well what affect it might have upon him, whether she wanted it to or not. Her chest tightened with coils of fear as his eyes sharpened, indicating more fury than lust, but the mix was there.. enough for her foot, though well hidden underneath the folds of her skirt, to lift from the floor, ready to aid her should the need to flee become necessary.
He licked his lip, a small motion that one from the Lustful kingdom wouldn't be able to miss, only reasserting her suspicions that her voice was doing well in its attempts to trap him. And despite her earlier preparations to dash away if it was needed, the one flick of his tongue caused her to step involuntarily forward; the temptress in her begging her to push that reaction, to tease it out of him. She faltered in her resolve, and took a moment to even her breathing, pushing the siren as far from the surface as she could manage. Now, with two men before her in a secluded part of the castle, was not the time to tantalize them.
But when the man gazed upon the other, albeit briefly... the monster inside of Lorelei flared again: excited that she was affecting the man so easily, more than irked that he had eyes for another while in her presence. A small iota of triumph did ensue with both tidbits of information, the siren now anxious to see if she could instill lustful ideas betwixt people outside of herself, if she could manipulate so breezily scenarios that would be lucrative to herself. Deciding for now to let the situation alone, she would just harder on captivating the man who seemed to bat for both teams for the time being. Testing a man to his breaking point was what was needed first – to ascertain her full potential.
Stubbornly, Lorelei quelled those thoughts, forcing herself to swallow the songs forming at the tip of her tongue while she listened to the men speak.
It was a relief that the injured man suggested that Kirios take to aiding her, the “we” confirming that he'd assist in what way he could. And how smoothly he spoke... surely meant that she was only being paranoid, that beyond small tethers trying to grapple him, the man was all but immune to her inner siren's desires.
The princess gave way to a small giggle at Kirios' words, that he was just as equally lost as she, which only resulted in more sultry remarks. “At least, then...” She stated lightly, “We can be lost together.” But the word 'together' was entirely too heavy, the temptress doing what she could to break through Lorelei's careful cadences with more success than usual. “I'm certain company always helps chase away one's misery.”
He introduced himself as the Heir to Wrath, Lincoln Masterson... and Lorelei dipped her head in reverence, a curtain of fiery tresses blocking her view momentarily. This man... the princess bit her lip once more. “My liege, forgive me for not recognizing you in your current state.” One of her own standing should at least know by appearance her home's allies.
Her inability to know Kirios was acceptable though, being that he was a general for a kingdom that had naught to do with her own. At his agreement to help aid her and ultimately, Sokar, her orange blossom hued lips upturned with a smile, not purposefully inviting but as was usually the case, appeared so.
She should have been more proper... Gods, he was an Heir... and her lewd behavior would reflect poorly upon Lust. Quickly, Lorelei worked to correct it, honeyed eyes meeting each man's face for a moment as she introduced herself. “I'm called Lorelei Gavini, a princess in the Lustian Courts.” She held her hand out for Lincoln first, so that he might bestow a kiss upon it, and then offered the same to Kirios. “It is a pleasure to meet the both of you, even if it is in the most awkward of circumstances.” Music weaved into the air, as though she had a loom to help cast her seductive melodies, and she silently cursed the inner part of her that wanted everyone to desire her.
Heat fast made its way to color her flesh, the whole of her face and chest darkened with a rouge from Kirios' response to her request for his breeches. There was no proper way to respond to his obvious flirting; to ignore it would make her mannerisms seem boorish, to respond would paint her in a questionable light. “I-I of course.” She said, completely inarticulate. Taking a moment to regain her composure, she cast a smile for the man who'd managed to get her so flustered. “Of course I'd not meant to strip you so soon of the ones you're wearing... That would be your own personal preference.” She stated, amber eyes falling over his form involuntarily, and not at all displeased with what she found. The siren's perfectly carved features upturned with a playful mirth, and Lorelei's mind only wanted to retreat while she was still ahead, while she could still have an ounce of dignity and propriety about her.
Ryan's voice rang in her head, his sense of loyalty and willingness to help her soothing her frayed nerves from being around two men in depths of the castle that she was sure few guests here had explored. Clinging to that small comfort, she responded to him in kind. ~I only hope I can find my way back so that I might see you. I've gotten myself lost in the maze of hallways this castle houses. Please don't feel pressured to see this through instead of spending time with your kin. I'd feel terrible for keeping you from what is important to you. ~ Especially if he sat there waiting, while she flirted with what could very well be disaster.
[[Oddly Oafish Commentary:]] The siren sang so sweet and watched the sailors go down, anyone would drown
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 2:28 am
 Sasha Steel Kingdom: Justice
Role: Bard
Stage: Random Hallway
Inspiration: NOT THE FACE!!! Up M'lady pack your things this place is not your home Nor was it ever sever every tie Tonight we ride tonight we RIDE When Sasha finally finished his sketched and began to focus on the actual recording of the fight scene, his mind seemed to go blank as he recorded exactly what he saw. This trance, for lack of a better word, proved to be his saviour, for if he was trying to decipher what was happening as the Black Knight released his dark power, he would have been too absent minded to have noticed the wall of fire hurtling towards him. With mere seconds to react, Sasha fell upon his priorities in order to find his legs to flee. Ultimately, he decided he could always buy more parchment. Swiftly sliding the tinderbox off his lap and onto the floor, without spilling his ink, he stood up and bolted in the opposite direction, barely managing to keep his hat on his head. He cursed his luck as his frantic scrambling had caused him to lose his balance and stumble to the cold stone floor in an undignified heap. He curled up into the foetal position as he refused to believe that this was it. This was his end.
Had he even attempted to open his eyes and peer about his surroundings, Sasha would have discovered that the wall of flame had burst into a harmless fireball barely inches from his person, leaving him completely unscathed. If it weren't for the voices echoing down the hall, that took him a long while to register as separate voices rather than his own thoughts, he would have stayed curled up for hours. Cautiously, he opened one eye, then the other, before fully sitting up and scanning the now fully lit surroundings. Down the hallway, he saw the man that was fighting the Black Knight(Lincoln), but now in conversation with a woman(Lorelei) and... He couldn't believe his eyes. Kirios Dreissen, the General of Justice himself!
Of course, his awe was short lived as panic struck, and he scrambled back over to his belongings to find that, oddly, none of it had been in any way damaged by the fire. Collecting his belongings and filing them away with such speed and precision that lent itself to years of practise, or just repetition, Sasha rose to his feet, lifting his bag of belongings by the drawstring, and marched confidently over to the group, barely in time to catch wind of the introductions. Again, he couldn't believe his luck as awe caused his legs to seize in mid-stride. What was more, he had bared witness to a dire conflict between the Black Knight and the heir of Wrath. To admit to his presence, which he surely must do in order to get a full report of what happened, his lack of offering assistance would not bode well for him. He mouthed a curse to the sword hanging from his belt, before lifting his chin proudly and continueing onward.
"My Lords and Lady," he began in all self importance, regardless of present company. "Sasha Steel; scribe, musician, and aspiring 'teller of Justice, at your service." Dropping his bag, he removed his plumed, wide-brimmed hat, and gave a deep, flamboyant bow, the feather sweeping barely an inch from the stone floor. Another act perfected through years of practise and repetition, made apparent when he returned his hat to his head with minimal effort, yet managed to set it perfectly. "Might thou be so humble as to permit me to join you? For it seems I am as lost thee." On the outside, he appeared completely unfazed by the royalty around him; however, on the inside, he was as giddy as a common lass that he was in the presence of such a decorated General. Sasha had heard countless tales depicting grand battles fought by the man in front of him, most of which he realised were full of fictional fluff and over enhanced nonsense, as was to be expected, but he found them captivating nonetheless. The urge to question Lincoln there and then was strong indeed, but Sasha decided it would be more prudent to perhaps bring the matter up once he was preoccupied with being patched up. The bard made a mental note not to stand within arms reach when the opportunity arose. For now, he hoped he would be overlooked, whether by battle fatigue or tact, he cared not.So do yourself a little favour tab tab tab tab Savour every time you waver For that shaking in my voice was only slyly feigned chagrin TONIGHT WE RIDE!
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 6:29 pm
  ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄ Princess of Humility || In Naedira's bedroom. || Wearing This Dress || Hair- See regular picture || Weapon ▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ As the three siblings reached Naedira's bedroom, her sister lifted a spell on her door so that a maid could open it for them. Madelyne's initial thoughts were that she was concerned that her sister was still using magic in her current condition, though she understood it was the only way to get into the room. She only hoped that her sister's main use of sorcery, even for little things such as her locking the door, did not consist of black magic.
They then went to the second room to place Naedira on her bed. As her sister lay there, she spoke to Ryan, attempting to comfort his bruised ego once again. Madelyne listened in silence, agreeing one hundred percent with her sister. Surely Ryan understood how apologetic she was? She had displayed her sorrow in not having told him sooner, of how she wished she had been able to... Couldn't he forgive her? Madelyne assumed he would after being given some time to think and process everything, but would he still be sore during the dinner that night?
Ryan still seemed to be angry, even after expressing his agreement to Naedira's words of him having a loving family, unlike some. He did not forgive her, as Madelyne expected he wouldn't yet, and then left after kissing Naedira's and, to her surprise, Madelyne's forehead. As he left, Madelyne couldn't help but think of what he said of his betrothed loathing him and how he has continuously seen Naedira's lifeless face since leaving the Catacombs... It made her wonder what had happened to him- with both his fiancee and the dreary place.
It was not soon after Ryan left that her older sister asked for her to stay. Madelyne found a chair and brought it over to her sister's bedside before sitting and taking one of Naedira's weak hands in hers. "Of course, sister," she said, returning the smile. After a moment, she sighed. "Where shall I begin?"
~ time skip ~
During the time Madelyne kept her sister company, she had told stories of her youth, despite it being displayed only hours ago to the whole family while Naedira sifted through her memories. She recalled the days she snuck out of lessons to see the stable boy, how he told her wild, fanciful stories and treated her like any other person. And how he was sent away. She also spoke of her cold instructors, to which the reason was well known now, and of her favorite place: The forest, where she discovered her fey blood was filled with magic to connect her to the earth. She even told her of some happenings in the Catacombs- omitting the inappropriate touch, of course. Naedira had shared with her as well, then, after Madelyne had said several times that she should rest, took a nap. The youngest princess kept herself occupied with looking out of the window and thoughts of her brother, worrying about him and his reaction to everything earlier as Naedira slept.
After awhile, Naedira woke and began getting ready for dinner with the help of her hand maiden. When she was finished dressing, Madelyne stood in awe at the sight of her sister. "Enough?" She repeated. Shaking her head, she replied, "It is more than enough. You look beautiful." Her sister then walked toward her, smiling the poised, royal smile and telling her she could borrow anything she liked. Madelyne shook her head at first. "Oh, I couldn't possibly..." But then she saw the look in Naedira's eyes. There was a light in them, a happiness that came with sisterly affection. They had not been reunited long, yet Madelyne knew she couldn't waste any moment in building a relationship with her family. So her sister was inviting her to borrow an outfit? They would have done so if they had grown up together. That thought made her eyes water, and she, of course, gave in. "Let's have a look then," Madelyne said, smiling. She ended up choosing a red gown with soft yellow designs and sleeves, and she omitted any idea of jewelry; she was not a big fan of accessories, especially when the outfit was beautiful enough as it was. Her hair was kept simple: She let it hang lose, though she tucked the sides behind her ears and allowed the front of her hair to remain on her face
After dressing and gazing upon herself in the mirror, she turned to Naedira. "What do you think?" She asked hesitantly. Asking that question, Madelyne realized how much she truly wanted her sister's approval. It was an odd feeling she was not used to, but she knew she would become familiar with it eventually- she was, after all, part of her family again. She wouldn't be leaving them any time soon. "Do you think we should head down now?" Madelyne inquired suddenly. And then, "... Are you feeling well enough, sister?"
{o.c.c. It was perfect, thank you Selena~}
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 11:16 pm
  Envy shoots at others and wounds itself. Envy prevents joy. | Altonair Wood |
Prince of Envy  *~Location: Rosalie's Chambers(pre-time skip)/ Altonair's quarters to hallways (post-time skip) – In the company of: Nathaniel, Max, then none ~*
Horror. Pure horror. The sight of Rosalie, on the edge of her sanity and life, threatening to jump, was a nightmare that was too terrible to be true. And Altonair was a witness, too shaken to attempt to aid Nathaniel in his rescue attempt. His own voice was lost on him, the thought of speaking at the moment seeming foreign and confusing.
Don't Rosalie...for the love of the Gods, don't. His silent thought was lost on the estranged Rosalie, who dangled precariously from Nathaniel's grip. Now, Altonair sought to make movement of some sort. He took a step forward, hoping his little movement was all that was needed to save Rosalie's life and end this horrific spectacle. Somewhere in Altonair's panic stricken mind, it seemed to be the only logical choice.
Then, silence. Complete silence. Every sound deemed insignificant and unimportant was discarded form his mind, leaving only sounds that were important: the sound of Rosalie's voice. But, her voice never reached his ears. No new screams or frantic words or insanity. Not even the rustle of the fabric of her clothing was heard. Perhaps, he had gone deaf. Yes, that was a much better alternative.
But as Nathaniel's voice reached his ears, Altonair shook his head. "No." His elder brother's trembling was a negation to his denial. It was...not an illusion. He hadn't even the stomach to inspect the outcome of Rosalie's impact onto the ground below the balcony, knowing fully well his sanity would not live to see the next day. Then again, his sanity was already suffering greatly from the trauma.
Soren excused herself, along with Liam. They didn't matter right now. No one mattered right now. Not even Max. His thoughts all swirled around the even that just transpired before him. He could feel the spirits within him rising up from his core, threatening to spill out his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. He felt dizzy. Pained. Uneasy. Lost. At loss of what to do.
"...I need to be alone."
His words were shaky, punctuated by his rather sudden movement to leave the premises. Amber, who had witness the event herself, now wished to make her presence known. "Altonair...wait." she called out to him, intercepting his path and voice trembling with her own emotion. "Leave me." he said coldly, a glance not even thrown to her. He brushed past her easily, almost shoving her out of the way with his shoulder, almost like she didn't even exist. She tried again. "Altonair, please wait a moment!" her attempt to console him was poor and nonexistent to him. Her dainty hands went to his arm, to slow him. He would not have any of it. His arm recoiled and slipped out her grasp, an emotionless glare shot at her now. "Leave. Me." he growled out, his command laced with a darkness rarely seen in him. She immediately obeyed, her hands going to her chest as if they had just touched fire. Hurriedly, he continued to stride down the corridor, intent on finding his quarters.
He reached it and locked himself in, the door slam echoing loudly. With his vision blurring with hot tears, Altonair gripped his head and began to hyperventilate. His erratic breathing continued even as he fell to his knees and brought his form down to the floor, his grip on his own head tightening. Before his grip became any more dangerous though, his hand immediately shot out and searched for something around him. Anything. He needed to destroy something beyond recognition. But his hand felt nothing but the cold floor, driving him even further into madness. Defeated, his clenched fist withdrew back to his huddled form. But the madness had an alternate effect on him. Rather than have him go berserk, Altonair slowly stood up. A chair immediately came into view. He needed to sit.
------------------Time Skip---------------------
A few hours of silent mourning was not normal of Altonair, but it was certainly a better alternative than his previous violent mourning of Max's death. He had spent the past few hours silently weeping, letting his depression flow rather than his anger. In truth, there was no one to blame really. Nathaniel had done all he could to save Rosalie, since he was the only one in a position to aid her. Rosalie herself seemed determine to kill herself as well, something that he knew he couldn't coax her to not do. Rosalie was a determined individual, and it was rather hard to persuade her to do something. Heaven knows how Nathaniel was able to speak to her while he couldn't.
His tears had stopped flowing a moment ago, allowing him to silently calm down with little movement. He was depressed, but not in an extremely debilitating (or dangerous) way.
The mourning prince's eyes cast about the room, somehow appreciating how he hadn't destroyed the room. His eyes fell on a piece of paper that was left on his dresser. His trademark handwriting (it was without a doubt the sloppiest of the Wood siblings, though it still looked presentable) caught his attention.
"Wish granted today. See Veritas."
A reminder to himself to speak to Veritas to claim his wish, a reanimated Max. How painfully wrong his wish turned out to be. Technically, it resulted in the loss of his sister as well. Even more technically, the God wasn't really at fault either. What a horrible day. My only solace in this revelation is the fact that Naedira was not around to witness my moment of collapse.
Wait. Naedira. Didn't he promise something to Naedira?
The prince buried his face in his hands, realization hitting him. He was to meet with the King of Humility, wasn't he? Gods...this was to be a long day for him....
The prince emerged from his quarters, sporting a new set of clothes and cleaned visage to replace his previous look of depression of weeping. His clothes looked identical to his previous ones, save for his color. Rather than the black before, his coat and trousers were now dark blue and rather lengthy; a slight difference from his previous wear. Nothing to take immediate note of, but a subtle change.
"Perhaps this meeting will provide a distraction for my emotions." he said calmly, taking off down the hallway. His destination at the moment was unclear, as he truly did not know where this meeting (nor the audience in question) was. Wandering the hallways was his best method of locating either of them, the chance of running into either one of the sufficient enough for him to consider the option.
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