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 Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 7:53 pm
The Beginning
We are the watchers, the waiters, the wanderers. And we do not interfere. But in times of need, times like these, we step in, and we make things right. As the balance between good and evil tilts, we fall from the shadows and take action. Now, at a time when we are needed, we will, once again, come out of hiding and put things right. Welcome to Ellyian, the city of rainbows. The town is built around a fairytale castle, straight from the stories. Waterfalls frame the palace, and run through the city in the form of canals. Like every city, there are different sections. The high city is where nobles and rich merchants abide, the middle city is for commoners, the lower city belongs to thieves and rogues, and of course, the cesspit. The place for those so poor they can't afford even rags, unclean streets, abandoned homes inhabited by orphans and the truly morbid unlawful citizens. Something is threatening to ravage this city, things are starting to go horribly, horribly wrong. The world is deviating from the natural balance. The balance is tipping-- in favor of good (trippy, no?). Things are too sparkly, those impoverished few are happy, the thieves merry and not a concern to the population. The watcher's job is to conquer or create evil, depending on the need of the population. In this case, everything is rosy. And it isn't a good thing. Outline As a roleplayer here, you are allowed a variety of roles. Anything your heart can dream about. Gods, elves, nekos, a watcher, a noble, even the king!(Though no more than one please...) I don't really care unless you have one of those 1/13th angel, 2/24th leopard, 4/67th Rabbit 15/1078th frying pan kinda characters. I do request you keep yourself to a limit of 3 races in one. Just for confusions's sake. And now, everyone's favorite part. Rules [x] Gaia ToS (Obviously) That means PG-13 [x] Violence is encouraged, greatly. Our mission is to create evil, so rightly so [x] Ask a person before you kill their character [x] No god-modding [x] No more splits in heritage than 3 [x] PM the profile [x] Romance is fine, great! but PG-13 [x] Advanced semi-lit to literate please (typos here and there are fine, but if you have a problem, please please, please use spell check) [x] No asterisks or ~~ for actions. "" for talking. Please. [x] Writers block happens. One liners are ok, just do NOT make a habit of it. [x] Cursing is fine. It's part of character development I find. [x] Activeness is a must, and please tell me if you will be absent, that way I wont hunt you down with steam coming from my ears.^^ [x] Rules are subject to change at any time There is no set plot. Only that the world is great, and we want to make it evil. Of course, there should be people trying to preserve the peace, for contrast's sake. I feel that if we have talented Rpers, the plot develops and moves itself. So unless things move worse than sludge, I wont be putting up outlines of the plot here.Seems like we need to have a plot, just for lack of RPers (not that you guys aren't great) So pretty much what's happening is that someone is randomly murdering people and the Monarchs are panicking. So far we don't know if the King will decide to invade other countries because they suspect an assassin, or if he will go another way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:01 pm
Character sheet I can decline to let you join, or request you change your character a tad. Mostly I will refuse for skill in role playing (I'm not a hard a**, I just don't like it when there is only a short paragraph in every post you make) Sometimes I will request you change something, normally for power-level reasons... PM me this (you can remove parenthesis) and I will get back to you as soon as possible [b]User Name:[/b]
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:17 pm
Accepted Characters Quote: User Name: Celestial Lullaby Name: Triandra Spearn Age: looks 14 (Watcher age: 473) Gender: Female Race: Human (watcher) Appearance:Not all that great..Social Standing: Beggar Occupation: Begging (while actually mugging) Talents: Stabbing people, Resourceful Weaknesses: Impatient, unsociable, unreasonable, stubborn, easily annoyed Personality: Loudmouthed, indifferent, condescending, unreasonable, straightforward. Brief History/Background: Born during the construction of the city, Ellyian is her home. She watches it, terrorizes it, ignores it, all at once. She has lived here for the long 473 years of her life and knows it top to bottom, flipped upside down and backwards. Normally she begs for food and does small deeds for the guild of thieves in order to live. Now, after the call has been sent out, she is living her darkest dreams. Killing for no reason, stealing, encouraging all the worst. Not the nicest person on the block, she does it all with a steel face and a glint in her eye. Weapon(s)(be reasonable): Dagger, the best quality, but inconspicuous. Quote: User Name: Dancing_fairy54
Name: Tristan Amores.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Tristan Of course, his choice of clothing is no where near to what he's wearing in the picture. He wears sophisticated pants (always black), and shirts (almost always white). He doesn't enjoy sharp objects, so the pretend the dagger is not in his mouth. If anything, this is the rugged look he's always dreaming about, just so to impress the ladies.
Social Standing(thief, noble, princess etc.): Noble
Occupation(thieving, birth right, baker etc.): Reporter for the newspaper.
Talents: He has a special, flirtatious technique to get his information out of people he's intervieing. He's a fairly talented cook, and is always looking for new and exotic recipes whenever he isn't working.
Weaknesses: He's passionate about writing. He loves women. Chocolate...It's practically his poison. He's a coward.
Personality: Being a reporter, he's very pushy, always wanting to know the truth. Being born a noble, he finds the high life quite boring, and secretly longs to visit the lower levels, but doesn't, for he's also a coward...openly. He's mostly in a good mood, always enjoying a joke or two. He loves to laugh.
Brief History/Background: Born in a noble family, he was taught never to leave the safety of the High City. Though, of course being a boy, he always dreamed of seeing what it was like in the lower cities. He keeps a journal on his person at all times in which he uses as a diary. He became a writer for the paper when he was only 15, and he hopes to become the head editor soon. He's lived a normal life, with loving parents, and he hasn't wished for anything different. He has come to the age where he has to start looking for a wife and start a family, but he's not really interested in all that quite yet, but that doesn't mean he doesn't keep an eye out.
Weapon(s)(be reasonable): Pen and paper, and pretty much anything he can grab to throw or use to beat someone with. He doesn't carry anything weapon-like with him. Quote:
User Name: Princess Mandy
Name: Lailia
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Witch
Appearance: Lailia
Social Standing: Noble
Occupation: Palace Witch. Her duty is to serve the royal family with her magical arts.
Talents: Fortune-telling, potionry, magic (lightning).
Weaknesses: Pretty useless without her staff, uncoordinated, doesn't know much about the world outside the upper class, maybe a little annoying.
Personality: Lailia is a curious person, partly because of her long stay in the witches' school. Because of her curiosity, she often learns things that she shouldn't, and occasionally gets in trouble. She's a playful person and will sometimes 'mis-read' fortunes for her benefit - or someone else's. She's very energetic at times, and tends to trip and knock things over.
Brief History/Background: Lailia was born in Ellyian and was taught at a private witches' school hidden underneath the castle. She proved to be skilled in fortune-telling and lightning elemental magic. Lailia now serves the royal family, foretelling the future for them and protecting them. However, she has realized that the balance between good and evil has been tipped too far to the side of good, and hopes to correct it.
Weapon: Staff - lightning elemental magic.
Extras: Lailia occasionally rides a broom.Quote: User Name: misswho Name: Ayra Wingates Age: 23 Gender: female Race: human Appearance:b] (Alas not mine) Ayra
Social Standing: Noble, but fairly low ranking
Occupation: Doctor
Talents: Intelligent and friendly she'd bend over backwards to help anyone. Being a doctor she knows pretty much everyone in the city. Although not a very high ranking noble she is well liked in society for the services she performs.
Weaknesses: a work-a-holic and far too trusting for her own good. She has a very weak bone structure, meaning even small accidents could cause her injury. Also, she hates to speak in front of lots of people.
Personality: friendly and trusting, she willingly helps people, often being taken advantage of without realising it. She is very confident in her work but in any other topic she prefers to stand back and let others take over. Several people have said she's the conbination of a mouse and an owl, a weird combination that works suprisingly well.
Brief History/Background: Born to a low ranking noble family she often stood to the side at important events, not important enough to be fussed over. Her father was very practical and she tried to copy him, though her quiet personality made it quite difficult to make conversation. When she became old enough, she began to study to be a doctor, this meant she wouldn't have to be married off (Though she wasn't being chased by anyone anyway) and she could move up the social standings a little. Her father has now died and her mother has moved away from the city, leaving Ayra alone.
Weapons: When she makes late night visits in the less savoury area's of the city she takes two small daggers. She's pretty useless with them but they make her feel safe. Quote: User Name: LonerKino Name: Kino Age: 21 Gender: Male. Race: Ancient Appearance: KinoSocial Standing: Noble Occupation: Prince Talents: Telekinesis, telepathy, and Illusions. Weaknesses: Too much use of his telekinetic abilities, Very Cold temperatures (causes his abilities to waver.), and electricity. Personality: Calm and collected, lazy, and sometimes sarcastic in an annoying way. Brief History/Background: Kino is the sole heir to "The Kingdom of Zafina", the kingdom of the ancients that have nearly been long forgotten, as prince, he is next in line to take his place as ruler of his kingdom should his father pass away. Weapon(s): Induced sword. Extras: Ancients have many varied abilities, they are telekinetic as well as telepathic, they can heal wounds (large wounds cause a great amount of stress), and they can create Illusions. Their full powers are not actually known. Too much use of of an ancients telekinetic abilities can result in large mental stress, causing symptons such as becoming light-headed, unconcious, internal bleeding, and even death. There are not many ancients that exist, although they inhabit a city of their own with a ruler just as any other kingdom would, the difference is that Ancients do not normally affiliate themselves with 'outsiders'. Quote: User Name: Mr_Zombie Name: Jae'Rod [Jay-rode] Age: 142 Gender: Male Race: Treant [Ent] Appearance: The first thing one might ask when you see this creature is," What the hell... is that a walking tree?" Well, to tell you the truth, that's exactly what it is. Jae'Rod (Simply known as Jay or Rod[as in rod]) stands at nearly eleven feet tall, weighs four-hundred and twenty eight pounds, and resembles a classic pin tree. strangely, however, his pines are always red, where is eyes would be there are two gnarled circles that glow a faint yellow, and his bark is always fairly dark. Jay waddles around on about eight ankle-width, leg-like roots, and, along with about twelve or so smaller branch-arms, he has two large main branches with four functioning finger branches at the end of each of them. Where ever this tree... uh, waddles, it leaves behind a trail of pine-cones. Now, if he's a tree, wouldn't that mean he is without defense against things such as, oh, saws? UNTRUE! Jay has [Nailed to him, sadly] gray armor plates that protect him from such things! Social Standing: Upper-Middle class commoner Occupation: City Guard Talents: War-Stomp (Thumps leg-roots on the ground... hard!), High Strength, Figuring out Crosswords. Weaknesses: FIRE, Woodpeckers, the sight of lumber (but not wooden objects), Winter, large sums of money. Personality: At first glance, Jay seems very friendly and helpful. However, if you look closely enough, you'll see a self-righteous, money gloating tree. He'll brag often, although one would dismiss it as just that, harmless bragging. But, of course, if you manage to get him the least bit drunk, he'll spill false tales of glory and honor from battles he made up or ones he was never part of. One other thing you'd notice on site about him was his weakness for money. A pile of cash in any amount is enough for him to stare bleakly at it, and at these times, his eyes glow green, so it's easy to tell.Brief History/Background: Jay's only been a treant for about seven years, brought to a somewhat humanoid form by the court wizard of some other kingdom. Of course, what the wizard had wanted was a mindless slave to do large, if not menial tasks. So, Jay was abandoned, and he fled to this kingdom in order to find his own form or fame and/or fortune. Weapon(s)(be reasonable): With the tiny fortune he'd amassed, Jay got the local Blacksmiths' Order to make him an extra, extra large war-mace, and that's exactly what Jay had received. This huge steel monstrosity can smash foes to little tiny pools of mush. However, the Order had miss-judged the size of the mace, and so now even Jay has trouble using it. He drags it around, and during battle, he will swing it over his head and down to the ground in such a way that he can tear holes in the cobblestones! Extras: Jay here's a mean drunk. This increases his strength and speed considerably, but it completely messes up his agility, aim, and his ability to solve crosswords... Goshu Brandolen User Name: Goshu Brandolen Name: Goshu Brandolen Age: 23 Gender: M Race: Human Appearance:  Social Standing: Aristocrat Occupation: Surgeon Talents: Sleight of Hand, medical knowledge, sewing, Weaknesses: Kleptomania, Alcoholism, Commitment issues Personality: He is a good person at heart but he likes to drink and steal, but not necessarily in that order. He essentially wants to help the common man, but cannot help himself from robbing him blind. Brief History/Background: He was born into a doctor family in Russia, his mother was a brain surgeon and his father was a general practitioner. He was especially good in school, although he had a few minor run-ins with the authorities, he has not had any since he was eleven. He moved to the new world soon after his last brush with the law. He excelled in medical school and is now the town's leading surgeon, able to work on all parts of the body. Weapons: Doctor's acoutrements Example of RP style: Goshu set his bag on the table before he walked up to the man he was examining. "What seems to be the problem, then, huh?" He walked around to the mantel of the house, examining the various knick-knacks that he had. He listened to the man's problems and snapped around and walked back over to him, what the man did not see was that he had just picked up a nice polished, un-cut gem and slipped it into his pocket. "Sounds like you have a hairline fracture along your tibia, sire." He set to work wrapping and splinting the ankle. "Now, you are not to be on that leg for two and a half weeks, minimum, and I will have a nurse bring you a proper prescription within the hour. Good day, sir." He picked up his bag and walked out the man's front door.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 8:56 pm
Triandra emerged from the shadows, black separating from black. It was night, and she was on the hunt. She was a watcher, she knew her duty. If it was to create darkness she would break all the lamps in the world. For Good, she would bounce newborns on her knee. Not for any sense of loyalty, but rather it was small amusement.
Tria stalked the alleys in the cesspit, her residence. Soon she would reach the lower city, and there her night would begin, in no delightful way whatsoever. Smiling in a very dark manner, hard eyes glinting in the night, the girl came up to the wider alleys, the cobbled paths instead of dirt. She walked nonchalantly down the road, eyes wide, searching for her prey. Tonight she would keep it small, a carter's daughter and perhaps a minor seamstress. In a matter of months she would reach the nobility. Panic was always more enjoyable when the fear was built up over a longterm investment. A couple commoners would barely make the guard blink.
Tria smiled a toothy grin when she came upon the house of a cobbler. One who had a particularly loved son. Not yet 16. No one would expect him to be murdered. A good first.
The beggar girl went around the back. The small picket fence was almost too much for her. She noticed that the anticipation was clouding her professionalism, so she suppressed the urge to double up with cackles and instead put on a stone face. The latch opened soundlessly for her, though it had stubbornly produced a squeak every time it had been opened for five years. She slipped past the gate and up to the door in the back. Instead of some fantastical trick, or flipping in a ten foot high window, Tria tried the lock. It opened. Shaking her head in amused sympathy for the family, she went in.
Her bare feet, for she was too poor to buy shoes, passed without the tiniest whisper. Her hand found the boy's door in the pitch black house. She paused for a moment, just long enough to remove her dagger from it's thigh harness, and proceeded into the room.
It was lined by two beds, one held the boy, and the other his sister. She was younger. It was quite amusing to imagine her face when she woke up to a bed drenched in blood. Tria would have liked to dump her brother's body in her bed, but it would probably wake her. With a muffled sigh, Tria came up to the boy and placed the cold edge of her blade against his jugular.
Without mercy, she pressed it in and savored the smell of blood as it perfumed the heavy air. For a time we watched as the red substance leaked from the boy's body, before becoming bored. This time, she did make a fancy escape, slipping out the window and immediately into the shadows where she melded into the black. One kill over. The game had started.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:41 pm
It was late, he knew this, but he wasn't quite sure how late it was. It wasn't until he recieved a very rude, but very informing interruption from the woman he loved most: his mother. This was actually a very contradictory statement. He only ever said it because it made her angry, and he loved her angry expressions she got. Being an old woman, widowed, her gray hair seemed to jump out of proper place and spring into a bouncy action when her face went red with anger.
Tristan still lived with his mother, which he didn't mind. He wasn't the sole reciever of the property were she to suddenly turn up dead, but that didn't bother him much, either. In fact, just the truth of knowing he wasn't her favorite son didn't seem to vex him as well. Living with his mother took away responsibilites he didn't want to deal with at the moment.
It was well passed midnight, and he had only successfully written two and a half sentences.
This messege isn't to worry you, the reader. We at the High City Newspaper Staff wish to inform everyone of a sudden decrease in population. The cause? Murder.
He had no way of attesting to this section. Sure, there are murders that are suddenly happening, and the public needs to know this, but what he can't figure out, to complete his story, is how the murders are happening. So far he knows the murders haven't hit an all-time high in the High City or the Middle City sections, but the people still need to know.
Tossing the paper aside, Tristan sighed and rubbed his eyes. This had to be the first time he had hit a road block in his career of a reporter. Taking another sip of his coffee, he grabbed a fresh sheet, and decided to start over. It was difficult, writing a story in which he didn't have all the facts to, and knowing he actually could have all the facts, if those pompous idiots would allow him to. That's right, he said it. Pompous idiots.
The guards watching at the gates between the High City and the Middle City aren't as strict towards who they let through, but the guards at the gates of the Middle City to the Low City are the most stubborn pieces of crud he's ever come across.
Leaning back in his chair, he decided that it was best he actually listened to his mother for once, and go to bed. Turning off the light on his desk, he removed his clothing as he made his way across the room to his bed. Maybe, once he fell asleep, all the answers to his life's problems will come to him, and he'll be able to live a long and happy life.
He's told himself this for the past five years.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 12:31 pm
Triandra stretched and yawned, shoving the scrap of cloth that served as her blanket off her body. It was almost noon. Oh well, it wasn't like begging had a schedule to it. She stood up and slipped into her rags. She always slept nude, better than embedding the dirt from her clothes into her skin. The reason sounded useless even to her own mind, clean wasn't exactly a concept known to the cesspit.
Shrugging into character, Tria left her house, if it could even be called as such. Wide-eyed, she marched through the alleys, mud squelching between her toes. Ick. She headed off to the market, it sounded busy even from here. A good place to make money.
She set off at a luxurious pace, not concerned that the longer it took to get there, the less time she would have to make money that paid for her food. Hands latched together behind her head, she navigated the streets, whistling a tune.
After sneaking past the guards, Triandra came upon the market. Picking a spot out of other beggar's territory, Tria sat down. She grabbed handfuls of dirt with either hand and rubbed it into her face, then proceeded to look up at passing people with round, dark eyes. It had only been a few minutes until a man on a horse stopped right in front of her. Standing, Tria tugged on his stirrups.
"Please sir, please." She held out her cupped hands, spiking a tear. The man looked down his nose at her, huffing. Muttering a few curses about the infestation of beggars, he backhanded her, so hard she slammed in to the wall at her back. Then he kicked his horse and rode further into the market.
Tria wiped the blood from her mouth. "b*****d." Her eyes turned cold and hard. Maybe he would be her next victim. Lord Varcus his name way. A lower noble, maybe it was time to move from the lower city. Tria focused all her hate on the back of his vest, narrowing her vision to a lose thread in the seam. She spat and then sat down again, gloating to herself that at least she had bothered to lift his purse.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 12:41 pm
((Sorry, this is my second attempt at a post, i got the time mixed up. Sorry for any confusion.))
Ayra yawned as she walked through the busy streets. she was in one of the lower levels of the city today, but she clearly stood out from the clothes she was wearing and the doctors bag in her hand. People came up to her asking for help and she felt her heart twinge painfully. She couldn't give away all her medicine supplies but she did give a few coins, unable to live with herself if she did otherwise. She was heading for the market place, she never normally had time to eat and so bought something on the go. As she passed the guards she bowed her head and hurried along quickly. They were far bigger then her and she'd heard stories about some of them that made her cringe.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 12:57 pm
Triandra, alarmed that the noble had noticed his purse was gone, and seemed to be looking for her, made a beeline for the nearest exit. In this case, it was guarded. ********. Tria tried to slip in with a group of young pages to creep past the guards, but she soon found herself swinging a couple feet from the ground. Sheepishly she looked up into the eyes of the guard.
"Where do you think you're going youngin'?" Asked the guard whose hand she was currently hung from. Tria looked past the guard and realized sickly it was to a part of town that was off-limits to most. Cesspit children weren't one of the permissibles. "Ummm.. visiting a relative?" She asked, trying to smile at her captor. "Nice try," he responded in his gruff voice, before tossing her back into the market.
Tria landed roughly on her bottom. Grimacing she got up and quickly checked the progress of the lord. Her had spotted her. This was not her goddamn day. Tria lowered her head, shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet, leaned forward and took off at a dead sprint. It was hard, dodging the crowds, but she managed it with only a few missteps. Cussing under her breath, she looked frantically for a place where she could meld into the shadows. She couldn't kill him here, it would ruin everything. So she kept running.
Ah! There! The crow alley, called so because it led to the most murder-prone section of town, crows were almost always seen picking at some past limb. The noble would be too scared to follow her here. Tria pivoted and ran as fast as she could. Her lungs burned, legs ached, but it was all she could do to not be caught and slammed in jail. Not that anyone could really imprison a watcher. But in the day, she was someone else, and that someone, was evidently and idiot for not bolting the moment she stole the lord's purse.
Finally she arrived in the alley, sure enough there were birds munching on something that was no longer distinguishable. Tria slowed to a walk and entered the part of town with her head held high. Show weakness here, and you were dead. Her dagger slid from it's sheath into her hand as she walked confidently through the ghost district. It was only for a while, soon she would be back and safe in the cesspit, if that could be called safe.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:19 pm
Ayra looked up, clearly startled at what was going on. The entire market seemed to have descendend into chaos as Lord Varcus had charged around on his horse trying to catch a young girl. Stepping up to him she watched him silently, too nervous to say anything but obvious she disaproved of his actions. When he finally noticed her he seemed to calm down immeadiatly, she was of his class and could spread the word about his stolen goods. Shrugging a little as if nothing had happened he dismounted and explained to the young doctor what had happened. Ayra only nodded occasionally, thankful that her head was semi hidden under her black cloaks hood. Speaking softly she advised in a gentle a voice as possible.
"Why don't you go back home, Lord Varcus? As your doctor I know what your blood pressure is and all this can't have done it any good." as she spoke she waved her hand a little too draw all the disgruntled commoners to his attention. With a brief smile she turned and began to walk down crow alley. She was scared stiff and visibly shaking but she had to check if the girl was alright. she was too good to let her go by herself after a run in with an angry noble. Her dark eyes flickered around her, the more mouse like qualities she possessed seeming to shine like a beacon to the more shady people who might walk by.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:44 pm
Triandra noticed the woman following her. She reminded her of a mouse. Not a pretty one either. Being naturally mean-spirited, she decided to take the girl on a ride. A small smirk barely evident on her face, she turned into the street ruled by the assassins good enough to force those wanting to hire them into this gutter-trap.
Tria knew a few of them, others not at all. She spotted them, lounging in nooks, noticed them in the illegal gambling halls, merry over the ale. Yet they ignored her. Cesspit children weren't even good at being bullied, tough as they were. That was why this watcher had chosen such a lowly position known for their stubbornness.
As she marched down the narrow street, she noticed a few men's eyes lingering on something behind her. Not wanting to show the woman she knew she was there, Triandra kept walking. After a while, Tria became unsure of the woman following her, she had gone too quickly she supposed. She turned into a tavern, recognizing it.
Normally a child wandering into a bar would be considered weird, not here. Not when the scared nobles sent children desperate for a copper to summon the roughers out for a job. Tria chose a table at the back, using her arms to lever herself onto the high chair, ignoring the beady eyes watching her.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 3:06 pm
Lailia sat in her study in the palace, behind an oak table. In front of her was a deck of cards, and behind them, the King. These were no ordinary playing cards. They were midnight purple, laced with silver stars and ancient writing, and they would tell her the king's future.
The seventeen-year-old court witch continued shuffling them, glancing at the king, who was watching her anxiously, though she had predicted nothing but good for him in the year she had served the royal family. Suddenly she threw down three cards, face down, and slapped the rest of the stack off to the side.
"The cards will reveal the past, the present, and the future," she said, her voice eerily calm. The drawn curtains fluttered slightly in the breeze. Lailia reached out and turned the cards over one by one.
A unicorn, a tipping scale, and fire. Lailia's breath caught slightly. The unicorn; the king's past was beautiful and guarded. The scales; they tipped towards the unicorn, foretelling the balance of good was shifting - shifting too far, the gems being weighed almost falling. The fire; the element of destruction. The kingdom was too perfect. The scales had to become balanced, or disaster would strike. Perhaps it was already beginning.
Lailia looked up at the king, who seemed unnerved by her long silence. "The unicorn represents the wonderful past you have had. The scale, that goodness is outweighing evil in the present. The fire, the flame of victory in your future," she lied.
The king sighed in relief. "Thank you," he said, rising and inclining his head. Lailia rose from her seat as well and curtsied. She watched him leave. Something had to be done.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 8:08 am
She'd spotted the girl after only a few minutes looking. She was not following her through narrow streets and was secretly congradulating herself on the fact that she wasn't spotted. Of course, she was so focused on the girl she didn't notice the shine of eyes following her. The girl seemed to be going faster then before and she quickly followed. She was hopelessly lost by now but she was sure she'd find someone to help her back. The girl was getting too far ahead and she was about to call out, when suddenly a tall, dark haired man stepped out in front of her. It seemed as if he'd been made of shadows, he was dressed in dark clothes and had seemed to appear from nowhere.
"I...urm, excuse me," she started softly, positive that she didn't want to get into his bad books. He just grinned down at her,
"Hello little mouse. What are you doing down in this part of the city huh?" he asked, reaching out for her shoulder but Ayra quickly stepped out of the way.
"I...there was a girl, i think she might be hurt and i was thinking i could help her. I'm a doctor you see-" she started but was cut off by the man's laughter. More laughs seemed to join him as a few more people came to watch. It would have been dangerous to kill a noble, especially if no one was paying but it looked like she'd been picked out for some bullying.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 3:33 pm
"Hmm.... was she this way?" A hand pointed in a random direction. "... Or that way?" That same hand pointing in the opposite direction. "I'm sure I saw her run somewhere.... around here..." Kino, sole heir to the throne of Zafina had been.... walking through the Cesspit? The young prince wasn't even accompanied by guards? Either way he'd stuck out amongst the rest of the inhabitants.
"Isn't that..." Voices began to mumble to each other as the young prince, Kino, would roam the dirty streets of the Cesspit. "It is!" Voices growing more interested and lively the longer the young prince remained in the open so carelessly.
"Hmm.... " Those half-opened eyes of his would carefully look around in an attempt to find the thieving child.
"Aha!" He chuckled before turning to his right with his arm outstretched in the same direction. "Found you little one!" A little girl now stood suprised with a little bag in her hand, and not a moment later did she run the opposite direction of the young prince.
"Gah! Wait!" Dropping his hand, he'd sprint after the young female while yelling the word, 'wait', repeatedly, causing an even larger racket in the Cesspit.... after all... how often do you see a noble without guards chasing a child in the Cesspit so carelessly?
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2007 4:08 pm
Waltzing down the stairs, a goofy grin on his face, Tristan welcomed the morning. His bag, complete with his pens, paper, and anything he could think of that he might need during the day, was hung carelessly over his arm, which was covered by his jacket, also hung carelessly over his arm.
Today, Tristan wore his usual black slacks, and a white shirt that was tucked in, but hung out of the seam of his pants, making him look like he was ready for a night out with a lady.
Entering the dining hall, he waved at his mother, who gave him an angry look. She barked at him when he sat down and began to fill his plate with food. "What are you doing?" she snapped. "It's almost lunch time. That food is probably ice cold by now."
Laughing at her angery face, like he usually does, Tristan simply replied, "You're daft, mother." He shoved a forkful of eggs in his mouth, but spit them out almost immediately. She was right...The food was cold as ice.
"You slept well passed breakfast," his mother continued. "The food would've been gone, but your father fired Ancha, so we have to wait until Deidra arrives."
Tristan, oblivious to his mother's attempt at a conversation, stared at the old grandfather clock that stood across the room. He was late. Pushing his chair back, making it fall, he jumped up and ran towards the door, without so much as giving his mother a good-bye. He had an appointment with one of the royal family's body guards ten minutes ago. It would take him about twenty to get to the castle, so he would be nearly half an hour late for the interview. Cursing at his tardiness, he threw his coat on, and managed to dodge nearly everyone he'd come across on the streets, just so he could still make it in time for a few questions.
Arriving at the castle gates, Tristan took only a moment to catch his breath.
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