A Monarch's Quest [Inactive]

Lillian Gray

King in the North
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A Monarch's Quest - A private 1x1 for Prowlzerz and Lillian Gray

A private 1x1 for Prowlzerz and Lillian Gray.
Two rivals sent on a quest for their beloved Monarch, they each will bring him something that will make him great. Or perhaps, they might change their minds along the way.
Name: Círrandirfë


Nickname: Fay


Age: 24


Gender: Female


Appearance:

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Height: 5'9" (or 1.8 meters, I wish I was taught the metric system here in silly America)


Personality: Fay often acts much wiser than her age in front of her monarch. Behind the scenes she's a bit of a flirt, and definitely a tease. Forget embarrassing the girl, she has almost no issues with shame. She's got a sharp tongue when she's irritated, and isn't afraid to get her hands dirty in a fight.


Bio/History: The girl was born into the world from a prostitute. The town, port on the coast, was famous for their brothels and women. Much of her childhood was spent out of the house her mother worked, but it didn't keep her from picking up a flirtatious attitude. When she was a child, her mother tried to be kind to her, but ultimately ended up selling her for gold instead of keeping her. Fay was to be sold to a man at the age of twelve with the intent to be his new 'girl' but was instead purchased by another. This man was named simply Boe, who she affectionately calls Grandfather, and was what's known as a Seeker. He saw her one day in a dream, and recognized her potential in the art of magic.


It's because of him that she isn't working the streets in that coastal town. Fay will forever be grateful to him. Today, she works as his apprentice for the local Monarch. She specializes in the art of charms and spoken spells through the old languages. Fire is her preferred element.


Occupation: Court Mage's Disciple


Other:

Likes:

  • gems, rubies especially
  • silk
  • wine
  • really any of the finer things in life
  • beef stew
  • magic
  • tricks and games
  • clear sunny days





Dislikes:

  • being at the wrong end of a trick
  • drunk men
  • has a general grudge against the male gender since growing up in the port town
  • uncleanliness
  • total darkness
 
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Name: Aiden Skarsh


Age: 26


Gender: male


Appearance:
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Height: 1.9 meters.


Personality: Aiden is the sort of character who you turn to when you need to know something, a walking encyclopedia and dictionary, a trait which matches the wide knowledge that one would expect a scholar for a monarch like him to posses.


Bio/History: Living a life of wealth and high class since his birth, Aiden's experience of the outside world reaches to the vague spots of what he could see from beyond the beautiful gardens reserved only for those with class. As you would expect from a wealthy young boy, he was often dragged to fancy gatherings when his parents decided to attend said gatherings; places where almost every room contained at least one fancily dressed snob turning their noses at everything at which their noses could be turned from. Instead of people, Aiden found solace in the many non-fictional works around him at almost all times, accompanied with expensive private education - which too came with its own share of nose turning snobs - Aiden has gathered a strong knowledge of the world and almost no experience of the world outside wealth: the perfect candidate for the monarch's scholar.


Occupation: Scholar for the monarch (Basically the monarch's very own fact-checker)


Other: Aiden, having read a lot, has a 'textbook' knowledge of magic; he could probably never use it, but he knows about it. Aiden has an eidetic memory, which comes in handy a lot considering his job.
 
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((As a side not, if I ever say a spell, it's just me using Latin through a translator. It's much easier than making it all up ^^; ;) )


Morning's first light broke through the glass window of the Seeker's home. He had the privilege of having a house so close to the Monarch's own estate, while at the same time being on his own land. The house was old and the floorboards creaked with every step on their old wooden boards. It was three floors in total, and then the basement. Fay and the Seeker often practiced more destructive magic in the confines beneath the home, but it was a tale for another time.


The first floor was home to a lavishly furnished entertainment room, and a large kitchen. The space was almost never used, as the Seeker was old and not fond of hosting any events in his age. Not even Fay would invite many guests over, so it sat looking pretty year after year, with no other importance. The second floor was home to a few bedrooms, Fay and the Seeker had their own rooms on this level. The extra bedrooms had been turned into their private studies. Each person had a silent agreement not to enter the other's space. Finally, on the last floor, was a library filled with books. The space leaked into the attic, giving it a pointed ceiling and more room for books to be shelved. Most of the books were in the field of magic, but there were others as well.


Fay just so happened to be in the library, reading an old book on charms and spells from a foreign country, when the Seeker approached her. He was getting old and his steps were labored and slow, Fay worried for him. She didn't want to be left alone in this world, not without him. She got up off the chair she'd been curled up on and put the book aside so she could assist him.


"Cirrandirfe." He smiled at the girl and patted his hand over hers. His eyes were starting to give out as well, his vision worsened every day. Magic could cure a man, but only so far. "The Monarch wishes to speak to you today, about a very important matter."


"What is it, Grandfather?" She asked, excited. Fay led him to the chair she'd been sitting in and set him down so he could relax.


"I will leave that for the Monarch to describe." He said mysteriously, this got her attention. "There will be others as well, also receiving the same task at hand, but I believe you will be chosen."


Other than that, he said nothing else, and waved a book from a shelf. It flew from its place and landed softly in his lap before he opened it to a page in the center of the book and began to read. The pages moved on their own, so all the man had to do was stare into the words and read.


"I'll be back later then." Fay smiled and ran for the stairs, her feet barely made any noise in the slippers she loved so much, even against the old floors. Once out of the house she turned up the street and made her way to the large estate of the Monarch.


I wonder what he wants.
 
Inside the gardens, a large tree shaded a man reading a book which he had taken from the large library inside his home, a place where you could guarantee he would be going to on the off chance he had gone inside his large home.


"The monarch wishes to see you," a courier said as he approached the man. Unlike most people, who would have interrogated the courier for more information, Aiden knew that this courier hated to have conversations as he got nervous easy so he said everything that had to be said in one go. With a thankful smile Aiden walked away from the tree and made his way to the monarch's presence.
 
Fay had entered the large estate and tried to do her best to slip into a more polite personality. This wasn't a place where she could act her usual mischievous self. Not unless she saw Aiden, though, they had no real reason to dislike each other, but the constant competition to win the Monarch's favor hadn't exactly brought them together.


"Miss Cirra..." A man, presumably a courier, tried to say her name. She held up a name to stop him, knowing it was difficult to pronounce.


"Fay is just fine, I understand my name isn't the easiest to say. Please, Miss Fay is perfectly appropriate." She bowed her head slightly and folded her hands in front of her chest. The long red silken dress she wore shimmered in the hall of the estate, an intricate gold pattern woven into the fabric seemed to dance along the red fabric. It really did, she'd enchanted it a while back without telling anyone, but she'd let their minds play tricks on them.


"Yes Miss Fay, please follow me." The man bowed and turned to take her to the Monarch.


He sat in his dining hall, not their usual meeting place, but Fay wouldn't question it. She stood an appropriate distance back against the wall. Not quite next to the servants, but still far enough back so as not to interrupt her Monarch.


"Miss Fay has arrived, just as you asked." The man who had escorted her here announced, and then took his leave.
 
Aiden watched Fay, the mage disciple for the court, walk inside the monarch's dining hall, after being informed that was were to meet him. Considering he too had a meeting with the monarch, he decided to follow her and stand at the same distance from the monarch, but on the opposite side of the room. Unlike the mage, he did not stand against the wall, but instead stood straight with his hands behind his back, waiting for the monarch to speak.
 
"Fay." The monarch grunted. He wasn't a pleasant man by any means, but she believed he meant well. In his hands was a bowl, filled with some sort of soup. "Heat this up."


She was taken aback by the request. Surely he hadn't really asked for her, an apprentice mage, to heat up his soup. Had he? No, he had, because the bowl was held out in front of him, and he eyed her and the bowl. She took an apprehensive step forward and held out her hand in a delicate manner, two of her fingers pointed towards the soup. "Calefacere." She murmured, and the liquid started to steam some.


"Now that's taken care of," The monarch grunted again and slurped a spoonful into his mouth. "I've a request for the two of you." Fay glanced beside her to where Aiden was standing. They didn't work together, not ever, so it was odd of him to be asking them at all. "I want the both of you to find me something. A shrine of sorts, or a myth, I don't really know. A man by the name Hugh was in search of it some time ago, headed north of here recently."


"It's just a myth?" Fay asked suspiciously. "How are we supposed to know if it's real then? What does it do?"


"Don't ask questions." He instructed the girl. "Whichever of you brings me back the better prize will be properly rewarded."


"Prize? Is there something we should be looking for?" Fay asked again, unsure of what the task at hand really was.


"Aiden will know, I'm sure he's read about it. Now, stop asking me questions and get going. You're to help Aiden find it, consider it a test of sorts. You're still only an apprentice after all, dear girl."
 
Aiden watched, with hidden amazement, as Fay warmed the soup with magic. He listened as the monarch gave strangely vague instructions, trying to decipher any more information from what he commanded, but there were shrines all over the north area and he was sure that more than one Hugh had gone looking for a statue at some point in all of recent history, nonetheless, he was sure he could eventually figure out where to find the statue.
 
Fay left the Monarch alone and paced up to Aiden. She smirked a little and started to speak, "So, Aiden. What's he talking about then? I'm not allowed to ask any more questions."


She glared back at the Monarch, wanting to stick out her tongue, but she was too old for such childish behavior. All the same, she was frustrated with him for not giving any more information. Who was this Hugh he mentioned? They had to find him it seemed, in the North.


"He mentioned a shrine, and the Monarch wants some sort of item. Both of us have to go, though, should I be worried?" Fay's eyebrows lowered in suspicion and she began to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. "I'll be fine in combat, but you, you're the bookworm aren't you?"
 
With a sigh, Aiden shook his head.


"I have absolutely no idea what he is talking about, however give me some time and I'm sure I'll be able to find something," he said, thinking about which books would contain information on shrines and a Hugh.


"Yeah well I guess that's why he wants you to tag along then," he added in reply to her comment about combat.
 
"Well." Fay sighed. "I'd like to read this book when you find it, so maybe I'll just head to the library, waste some time by reading a book."


Without waiting for him to respond she wandered away towards the estate's library. There were fewer books on magic compared to the Seeker's home, but the books were far more rare here. The details contained within were ancient, old forms of magic, that Fay was intent on studying. Once inside the library she called a book down from the shelf and waited for it to land in her hands.


A book on spoken spells, this is what she was looking for. The older languages were more powerful, and she craved the new information. Fay strolled over to a couch and rested herself on the red velvety fabric.
 
For a moment, Aiden contemplated returning to his home to find out information from his library, however he could never recall ever putting a book about a Hugh looking for shrines in the library. Instead he decided to go into his study and start joining the dots.


On the study desk, a quill sat in an ink well he had filled up only that morning, beside the quill sat a large pile of empty paper. He took a sheet from the pile and immediately wrote everything he knew so far, which was surprisingly little.


"Well, if it's a myth then I highly doubt it's going to be a well known shrine, a map isn't going to help. However if it is a myth then that does indeed widen the field of who this Hugh could be, a man dedicated his life to finding myths perhaps? So we're looking for a myth of a shrine from the north investigated by a man named Hugh," as he spoke he wrote key words down, not that he had any reason to. His mind turned to his library as he recalled that he indeed owned a book about myths and legends.


Inside the book, Aiden soon found himself looking through all sorts of crazy myths and insane legends, memorising the page number of every myth about shrines. When he had every shrine page in the book he began to read through every extract with speed to find every shrine in the north, however there was no mentioning of a hugh. This book left him with two locations of two shrines which were commonly known myths around their respective areas. He grabbed a map from his study, circled the areas and drew lines connecting both areas to his location, then drew lines along the paths which lead to the areas to decide the closest area - the one Hugh more likely visited.
 
Fay found Aiden in the study and plopped a book right over his map, it was already flipped open to the page she wanted. She pushed some of his materials aside and sat on the edge of the desk. "Here, Hugh was an alchemist. Traveled North of here some years ago, this book details his encounter with my Grandfather."


The book she had was written by the Seeker Boe, who she called Grandfather. This was why it was so intriguing to her. Inside were his notes and recollections over the years, like a journal of sorts. There was only a small mention of Hugh, but it was there.


"Wanna go talk to the Seeker then?" Fay smiled, she leaned towards Aiden and put her hand under his chin, pulling it up so he'd look at her. "Come on, let's get going. Bookworm." She grinned and winked before hopping off the table and exiting the room.
 
Aiden grumbled quietly when she dropped the book over the map.


'that's going to smudge,' he thought and sure enough, when Fay had left the room and he removed the book from the map he found it had smudged. With an annoyed sigh, Aiden rubbed his chin with his hand, as if she had left dirt on it, then followed Fay, although he noticed the wink he chose to ignore it, considering Fay's personality.
 
Fay returned home and began to make a pot of tea, well knowing Aiden would have to come over eventually. Upstairs, the Seeker was still reading. Fay skipped upstairs to join him. "Fay." He smiled and nodded when she appeared.


"Grandfather, what should I read today?" Fay asked, her hand poised in the air ready to pull a book from the shelves. Maybe Aiden would be impressed by their magic resources, compared to the estate's it was at least ten times larger.


A book was pulled from the top shelf and flew towards Fay, it flipped open to a page on old magic. Fay smiled, her favorite topic. She sat on the floor on a plush pillow and scanned over the pages.
 
Remembering where Fay lived, Aiden had an easy time getting to her house where he wasn't sure if he should knock on the door or to just walk. He decided to knock on the door and wait.
 
Fay didn't want to have to walk downstairs to open the door. She skipped to the window and threw it open, and she then put her hands on the wooden pane and looked down to the street. Aiden was standing in front of their door. With a flick of her wrist, she made the door fly open from above.


"You can come in, come up to the third floor, the Seeker is here as well." Fay shouted down to the street. She bent further out of the window so Aiden could see her grinning from the window like a fool. "Don't just stand there, the door won't bite."
 
Aiden jumped backwards a little when the door opened itself, but then looked up and saw Fay leaning out of the window looking like a bit of a fool. He turned back to the door and walked inside, taking in his surroundings before walking up the stairs to the third floor like she had said to. As he walked up the stairs he tried to figure out where the nearest town to the shrine myth he had decided was the correct shrine was and if it would align with any further information this seeker was going to have - if he even had any. Arriving at his destination, Aiden saw an old man he assumed to be the seeker and Fay.


"Hello," he said, his eyes turning to the books he assumed to be full of magical knowledge.
 
"Grandfather, this is Aiden. Bookworm to the monarch." She teased slightly, enjoying the nickname she'd given him. He probably didn't like it as much.


"Cirrandirfe, be polite. It wouldn't be any funnier if he started calling you a witch, would it?" The Seeker frowned at Fay, and she blushed at the sound of her full name. It wasn't often people tried to say it, because of its difficult pronunciation. Witch had a negative connotation to it, in the same way that calling Aiden a bookworm would be. Only, witch referred to black magic as well, and the often crazier experiments performed by mages in the past.


"Aiden, we've pulled some books for you that all seem to mention this weird shrine, but they're all really old. The ink was worn a bit, so some parts are missing." Fay explained. "Also, my Grandfather, the Seeker I mean, he says he does remember a man named Hugh."
 
'witch' was a term Aiden had never associated with Fay, or Cirrandifre: silly, eccentric, foolish, magical, giggly, and of course enemy considering their equal standing in the eyes of the monarch, but witch was never one of the words that came to mind.


"Sir, I take no offence from Fay's - Cirrandifre's - humour, I see it as more as an extension of her personality one which I have grown used to," he said, pronouncing her name with no difficulty.


"This Hugh, you have met, did he mention visiting an area between here and Greenstown?" he asked, considering he had recently figured the closest town to the supposed shrine was indeed Greenstown, but then the book could contain false information.
 
Fay took notice he could say her name, most people stumbled and misspoke, whispering the name to get by. She smiled some, and returned to reading a book on spells.


"Hugh?" The Seeker thought for a moment, racking through his memory. "Yes. I directed him to a village just before Greenstown, Gable, I believe the name was. Just a few houses, a few people. Lovely place really." He rambled on, until Fay nudged him softly to get him back on track.


"Right, right. I sent him to Gable, and after that, he never made it to Greenstown." He shook his head, unsure of what else he remembered. It had been years since anyone had mentioned the name, and his quest was a mystery to most people. Thus, why Hugh wasn't mentioned in any books other than a journal, no one knew what he was looking for. "I would find him, most likely his remains, he had a very important vision on it."


"Like what?" Fay's attention was pulled back in at the mention of a vision. In his age, the Seeker didn't perform as many as he used to.


"The location of an underground ruin, an old place. Before even my time I'm afraid. It took me days to find what he wanted, but I eventually was able to discover the place." The Seeker nodded and didn't say any more.


"Well. Guess we have to find Hugh then." Fay shrugged and waved her book back to the shelf.
 
Aiden rolled the name Gable around his head for a moment, he'd never heard of it nor read it on any map before so it must be a rather small town as the Seeker suggested. However one thing he was aware of was the rumoured presence of an old ruin near a very small town, putting the two together, Aiden assumed the ruin was the one the seeker mentioned and the small town must be Gable.


"Well at least we know where we need to go, now," he said.
 
"Grandfather, I'll be going then." Fay cheered. She strutted past Aiden, and let her hand wave in the air so she brushed his arm on the way by. They didn't get along much. Competing for the Monarch's favor took a lot of time, and teamwork wasn't an option or an idea before now. "Come on Aiden, we can pack and get going.


The Seeker waved as Fay walked away, then he soon returned to reading the book in front of him. Fay was ready to get out of town, this wasn't something she usually got to do.
 
Aiden watched and waited for Fay to walk past before leaving himself.


"Thank you, Seeker," he said before following Fay out, intrigued to see the world beyond his books.
 
Fay grabbed her small pack, enchanted to it was as deep as she needed. It was a trick she'd learned for when she had to travel quickly. Everything she needed was in this small pack. Outside, she waited for Aiden to hurry. Obviously Aiden didn't have a magical pouch, so she flitted from flower to flower, making it open and close.
 

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