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Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Outside gardens, watching a MURDERER act as if he didn’t do anything; werehuman


Instinct guides the animal better than the man.
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot

Sokar’s mouth literally dropped. Not as the man in black came flying out of nowhere, but rather as he rolled around in one of his flower beds! Initially, Sokar bared his teeth at him, ready to growl in respectful warning of an attack he fully planned to commit to. But the growl never came out as the man got up and was talking to himself. Oh geeze, not another crazy human.

Sokar dropped his things gently, and then to all fours, though he remained in his werehuman form. A human crawling around would have looked awkward, but the movements were more natural to the beast, even in this strangely shaped body, and some of his joints were a bit in between human and wolf, allowing him to move with ease. He stepped towards the man, glaring and having a lip raised, but making no sound. His head was ducked a little, but more in self-defense than fear. Sokar took a few careful sniffs of the man, scenting something demon-ish, but not crazy. Odd. The werehuman did not think much about the demon part, as being in a human environment (such as training as a knight of Wrath) had acclimated him to their smell. For demons went around in human disguises (or merely touched humans’ souls) a lot more often than most people thought they did. Take this castle, how many fit that shoe, really? Had he been all-wild, then yes, the wolf would have scented the WRONG-ness of the demon arm, and instinct would have made him try to chew it to bits.

But he was a mix between the species now (despite how he preferred not to believe it), and he could stomach being this close to the particular scent. As the crazy man (for scent was not everything; who flung themselves around like that other than a complete nut?!) talked, Sokar squinted his eyes a little at him. What on earth could he want to talk to him about? His voice scratchy like gravel, the werehuman spoke while still on all fours, “Crazy man-thing! You make mess! Savage!” It took a lot of strength not to snap and growl as he spoke the truth, but inwardly (in that damn human-curse logic) he knew the man had not done it purposefully. He’d just landed there by accident. Though it still pissed him off. Catching a look towards Maelona, Sokar had a somewhat mirror thought, and side-stepped a little, so that he was more in between the lunatic and the female. "What you want?!" He wanted the psycho to say whatever he had to say, then leave. Just because he could stand demon scent (on a plant killer) didn't mean he wanted it to stick around.

Amarenth Soren "Sora" Hyuga

Kingdom: Envy
Rank: Knight
Location: Seeing Altonair and still smelling that aweful smell

The strange smell seemed to only get worse. She could see Mary scunch up her nose. "If you don't want to be around this smell, you can go to my chambers." Soren told kindly, not wanting her friend to suffer. Mary just shook her head and smiled. "It's alright. I just...have never smelt anything like it! Do you know what it is?"

Yeah. I know what it could be, and you don't need to know. Soren wished she didn't have to lie. However, if she was right, that smell was of a corpse. She didn't feel the need to expose Mary to that sort of thing. Though, luck seemed to be on her side today.

As she was still trying to come up with a lie, Prince Altonair came out from the study. That brought a sigh of relief to her face. Well, if it isn't him....I'm sure it isn't Veritas.....who smells like rotting corpse? She tried not to show any look of disgust on her face. She didn't want to offend the prince. Though, I do need to ask about the smell. But how? Soren had no idea how to bring it up.

"It's nice to see you as well Sir Altonair. Right now, I'm catching up with my friend Mary. Seems she was able to come here along with the other royals that seem to be slowing up." She wondered if the King and Queen of Envy would be here. I haven't heard anything about them coming, but I wouldn't be surprised either way. As she thought this, she noticed out of the corner of her eye Mary trying to hide her scucned up nose. Might as well bring it up now.

"I see....well...does this person they may or many not want to meet....have to do with the smell?" Soren asked as calmly as she could. I can't seem nervous in front of Mary. That would frighten her. Thus, she walked a bit closer to Prince Altonair. That way, she could whisper to him. "I do not mean any offense by what I am about to say....so I'm sorry if you take it as offensive." Soren took a deep breath before contining. "Ever since I came here, I have been smelling the smell.....of a rotten corpse. I was worried it was you, but I see you are fine. I'm sure it isn't Veritas, so....what happed in there to cause such a smell?" Soren whispered with a hint of curiousity.

Brought to my knees
Though the darkness surrounds
it pull me down,
I do sink beneath

Kingdom: Humility
Rank: Peasant
Location: Main/Entrance Hall; waiting and observing



The horse sighed contently as he carried his rider towards the castle at a nicely paced trot. The rider smiled and looked at him, patting the side of his neck affectionately. “Almost there, boy. Just a little further; I promise.”

If at all possible, the creature seemed to become just the slightest bit happier at this show of affection than he already was. One would think that such a vulnerable prey animal would have quite the opposite reaction towards a Lycan–essentially a predator–but it was clear that he trusted his rider and companion. The woman looked up, seeing the large residence gradually growing closer and closer before her.

There it was. She smiled; finally. She’d been travelling for quite some time now, having come from the outskirts of the Kingdom of Humility. She was slightly tired, yes, but determined to get to where she was going. She was determined to help her village. The woman took in a deep breath and exhaled inaudibly, casting away any uneasiness that threatened to take hold of her.

Well…here it goes…

Once she’d made it to the castle, Jade got down from her horse and took his reigns, leading him towards the stables, the skirts of her clothes swishing and billowing softly as she walked. There, an attendant took over, promising to see to it that the stallion was well taken care of. The horse seemed a little untrusting of this new person; a little uncomfortable to be taken from his owner’s care, but the woman offered the creature a soft, caring smile at hearing his tentative, quiet vocalization. She put a gentle hand on his forehead, rubbing softly between his eyes, and kissed his forehead sweetly.

“There there, Tarick. Be good now; it’s alright. He will take good care of you.” She gave the horse one more quick but loving pat on the side of the neck and then nodded a thank you to the stable attendant. Then, Jade turned towards the entrance to the castle and began her journey inside.

Once she had been reassured that she’d found the right place and had been invited in, the woman made her way to the Entrance Hall where she decided to wait. She had faith that she’d be shown to her room in due time and so she showed patience as she quietly observed everything that was going on around her. She smiled pleasantly whenever someone should look her way, sometimes even said a quiet “Hello,” but did not speak or do much else otherwise.

This was a typical habit of Jade’s–keeping to herself unless approached, that is. She wasn't exactly shy; she simply preferred only to be social when the situation called for it. She would continue on as usual and simply be mindful of seeing whether or not being social was called for. Hopefully, things wouldn’t just turn out to be awkward, as they had a tendency to be with her.

Jade looked around as she stood in a nice, out-of-the-way spot, thinking to herself as she did so. Her thoughts drifted from one thing to another–her family, to her village, to the disease which now had an iron grip on everything that she held dear, and so on. Her eyes held a certain sadness to them as these thoughts drifted through her mind, though this was subtle and it was hard to catch eye contact with the Lycan woman anyway, so it was doubtful that many people, if anyone, would notice.

And now, the waiting begins.

They were not left alone for long, another woman approached the pair. She obviously knew the masked woman as she called her by name, Somni. He stood in silence watching the pair. Both of them had acknowledged that he was there, but they had also decided against talking to them. He could not blame them though as it was quite apparent that they were old acquaintances that were seeing each other for the first time after many years. He might not have known much about these people and their culture, but he knew when we was not wanted. Well that was a little strong, they probably did not dislike his company, they were just more excited to tell the other what had been going on. He nodded two woman. "I can see that you have much to talk about, I shall take my leave now. Perhaps we shall see each other later." It was quite possible, there were not many people in this castle running into each other again was more that likely.

Keirnan surveyed the room. There were plenty other people here, but they all seemed to be engaged in conversations of their own. It would be terribly rude of him to interrupt them, he would wait until a better opportunity presented itself to him. Patience was something that all people needed, for those who waited always reaped the greatest rewards. None of these people were leaving anytime soon, he would talk to them later when they were not preoccupied. That was the best time to get to know someone as otherwise they began the relationship with bias. The monk was no fool, he knew he probably would not end up as friends with half the people here, but that was no reason to start out with animosity. Smiling he turned and walked out of the room. He did not know where he was staying, but now would be a good time for him to learn the layout of the castle, he had a feeling that it would be a nice thing to know.

The grand splendor of the castle was not confined to the main hall alone . The rest of the castle was also quite interesting to look at. Brightly coloured tapestries. Keirnan paused for a moment, staring at one. He wished that he knew how to make things like this, they were a mystery to him. Thousands of thin strands coming together to form a masterpiece. Perhaps the creator of these lived in the castle and could teach him. That would be a nice project to occupy his time while he worked on his fourth trial. But now was not the time for such things.

One of the best parts of not having a guide was that he could end up any where. So far he had passed what looked to be a library and a study, both of which he would explore when he was fully moved in, reading was enjoyable late at night in ones quarters when sleep did not come. Or sleep was not desired. He could survive long periods of time without sleep but Keirnan found the activity to be enjoyable, plus it passed a long period of time rather quickly. Rolling his shoulders he stepped through a door that led to the outside.

He knew that there were forests surrounding the castle, but he was not expecting there to be a garden of this size. It was beautiful. Keirnan wandered among the flowers and plants enjoying the perfume that they created. There were gardens in the monastery, but he was not able to help with them much. He could pull out weeds with the best of them, but he lacked the green thumb that most people had, plants tended to die on him. His touch lay with the helping of humans, that was the magic he studied, though even that was not as strong as his abilities in physical combat. He let his fingers slide along the trunk of a tree, feeling the life pulse through the plant. They were alive just like humans were, they were born, they lived and they died. But in a sense they were more pure than their Animal counterparts. Though that was not entirely true, there were plants whose only reason for living was for killing other plants. Were plants all to different from animals, this was a question he would reflect on later.

He paused as he approached a trio of people. A large man brandishing a blade, most likely to attack the other two. A strange combination of a wolf and a man who looked angry at the sword man probably for threatening him. The third was a woman, some sort of noble based on the clothing that she was wearing. There were two options that Keirnan was presented with. He could leave as if he had never seen them, or he could intervene. If there was going to be a fight he would be able to stop it. This was not enough for his trial, but life was not about trials, it was about doing something without thinking of what it could get you. He would intervene, this would be a great place to start. A serene smile on his face, he walked towards the people.

"Pardon my intrusion, I was admiring the well kept gardens here, a true work of beauty, when a chanced upon your group. I hope that I am not interrupting something very important. I am Keirnan Dysis, I have recently arrived from the kingdom of Patience, would you be so kind as to you grace me with your names?" He looked from person to person hoping that someone would reply to him.

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Kingdom and Title: Veritas; head gardener
Location/Situation, and Form: Gardens; go on punks, make your move


Instinct guides the animal better than the man.
In the animal it is pure, in man it is led
astray by his reason and intelligence.
~ Denis Diderot

Sokar listened to the man-thing begin to reply to him (raising his brow slightly in curiosity; since when did anyone of this man’s caliber call him “sir”? Yes he’d caught that the demon-smelling arm looked lame, but he could scent a warrior easily) when another man approached, this one smelling like an odd human, but at least all-human. He had a sense of peace about himself, which Sokar was a bit puzzled by, but peace was preferable to a violent aura. Still though, he caught on to the... well, not exactly fear, but there was some negative feeling emanating from Maelona, which he did not care for. Damned if he was leaving anytime soon now. He backed up slightly, so that he more easily could protect Maelona from either man, just in case.

Though Sokar was still miffed at the man-thing referred to as “R”, he believed that he would replant what he had destroyed (though living with humans had taught him otherwise, he believed R for saying it, and seeing his body language seemed to agree with his words; thus he accepted it as the full truth). So he titled his head as he listened, no longer baring his teeth, though his fur was still a bit raised, and his tail low, swinging slowly like a cat’s, who was waiting to pounce if given enough motive. The rest of his story seemed even more honest, or at the very least, very close to this man’s heart.

He was silent as he took it all in, first trying to make sure he understood what he said (the thee’s and thou’s were not in his normal vocabulary, so he had to translate to himself). Then to consider it. “I help. How know monster?” he asked, not sure exactly which of his senses the man-thing referred to. He certainly hadn’t come across anyone who fit the description, but there were at least a handful of those persons who he wouldn’t say it was far fetched to believe might be this monster in disguise, or perhaps assisting him. He wished he was a quicker thinker, because the way this man asked, it would be easy to ask a similar favor, which he had learned from humans, but he did not know what. The man was all ready going to help fix what he’d broken, so that was settled. He kept an eye on the big man who said his name was Keirnan, just in case he was only pretending to be friendly and was up to something, though he really didn’t smell like it. The werehuman was not very comfortable on all fours in his form, but he was still wary, so stayed as he was, still rather vigilant of keeping between the strangers and Maelona.

Keirnan chuckled slightly. The princess of patience, this certainly did not look good for him, who would believe that he was from a kingdom when he did not know the royal family. It would truly be unfortunate if he trust was tarnished because of this, especially since nothing he had been saying was a lie. But doubt led to wrong assumptions, people did not wait for the fact to reveal themselves, they rushed ahead to find their own answers. Yes the search was part of the process, but you did not dictate the search, many times you had to wait for the answer to find you. Patience was needed to find the truth.

He bowed to Maelona. "I fear I must apologize for not recognizing you who you were. I am afraid that the royalty has changed since my tutelage. Now that I have spoken to you I realize that in 50 years the old princes and princesses might be kings and queens with children of their own. How foolish of me." He smiled at the girl, hopefully she would understand, though he doubted that they would. He did not look as old as he was supposed to be, but he had mastered the mind and body, the two in combination of his healing abilities allowed him to prevent aging. He would die one day, but it was far away. He had plenty more time on this earth to do what he needed to do.

He looked at the man that referred to himself as 'R'. He was quite the puzzle, unlike anyone that Keirnan had encountered to date. At first he seemed quite hostile, but that certainly was not true anymore. There was still anger in the mans body, but it existed with fear. He was not here to fight them, but another opponent. This monster that he spoke of. Keirnan closed his eyes. Genocide, such an ugly word. He wished that the man was lying, telling tales to frighten them. Bu other mans voice held only the truth, what ever this monster was, it was very powerful, and very unforgiving. He could not allow genocide to happen.

He opened his eyes and stared at Jack. The serenity that he had held on his face was no longer there, replaced with severe look, stern and serious. "I do not pine for my home as you suggest, and while I feel it beneficial to know the Princess better there are more pressing matters at hand. You speak of genocide, a malicious being living here planning on killing. You plan to get rid of it, and while I am certain that you will be able to fight the creature on your own I am afraid that I cannot let you."

He looked at Sokar, the half man half dog claimed to be able to track this beast. It was promising. "I will help you, do not try to protest for you will find your words fall on deaf ears. You may be able to track it, and you claim to get rid of it, but there is still much risk in your plan. Even if I end up on the side doing nothing, I feel that my presence will not harm you at all, I am not useless." He looked towards Maelona. "Will you be taking the princess along as well?"

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Location: Garden
Currently Wearing: This Dress

Maelona's mouth nearly dropped open as 'R' told her to stay out of this. Regardless if he had offered to fix the plants or not per her request or not, this was the wrong thing to say. "Stay out of it? Forgive me if I'm ignorant of the situation at hand, but if I recall correctly, it is you whom has interrupted us, not the other way around." She said as she folded her arms over her chest. "I could understand if I barged into a conversation you were having, but I did not. You did. Yes I was short with you, and I would have apologized for it sooner or later, but now I regret nothing." She kept her voice low and even as she spoke to the shady man.

Maelona's temper grew even further as 'R' told the man Keirnan to take his princess with him. "No!" Maelona said as she stomped her foot down. "I will not be going anywhere. I have been out here for the better part of the morning, and will not be told to go elsewhere when I was fine here by my self!" She said stubbornly. The two parts of her mind were now waring back and forth. One was what she referred to as the banshee, the more negative, hostile, and fitful side, and the human, her more reserved, quiet, polite side. So far the banshee was winning. With a huff the princess planted herself back down on the stone bench, completely missing Keirnan's bow as she turned her head away from the group. She didn't care anymore about being attacked, at least if one of them killed her it would put an end to everything.

"It is nothing to worry yourself with, friend, I take no offence." Maelona said, though her voice was still tight with anger as she spoke with Keirnan. She didn't mean it to be towards him, but she was getting fed up with all of this. All she wanted to do was be alone, and yet she couldn't. Oh how she hopped that half of them would leave, take the discussion that was so important to 'R' else where.

Maelona couldn't help but to listen to 'R's' story. How wonderful, not only was there a murdered on the loose, but now there was a man that could kill everyone with the snap of a finger, or that was at least how Maelona had taken it. How could he ask the kind gardener Sokar to help with such a dangerous task? Because he cares for no one but himself. She thought darkly. Though as Sokar responded, it seemed that he had agreed to help. This news made Maelona turn on the bench and look to the wolf man, who seemed bent on protecting her, if she wanted it or not.

Maelona opened her mouth to say something but shut it promptly. It would be best if she were just to remain quiet, even though she feared for Sokar's safety. He was a grown wolf man, he could make his own choices. Though as Keirnan spoke again, her blue gray orbs went to him.

Instantly, Maelona's mouth fell open as he asked if they were going to take her along. She began to shake her head. "That is a preposterous idea! And even if they wanted to, I would decline! I would be of no use hunting down the evil creature he has described. I would be killed." She shook her head her eyes now filled with worry that they may try to drag her along. "I may be a banshee, but I cannot fight." She said her head still shaking back and forth. "If I could, I would help, but I cannot. I would be of no use, other than bait, and that is not a position I will willfully place myself in."

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