Fantasy Our Kingdom Has Fallen ~ IC

[Ms. Sparrow]

(Do not post until I say)

NPC's ~https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-royal-children-npcs.334864/

OOC ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-ooc.334867/

Palace appearance ~
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/palace-of-relandra-wip.335094/

CS thread ~ https://www.rpnation.com/threads/our-kingdom-has-fallen-characters.333784/

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

"...two hundred years ago, when the High King was killed by Harold the First and the rebellion he lead..,"

Azalea spaced out, much too distracted to listen to more history of the Five Kingdoms. Her mind drifting elsewhere as she stared emptily at the shelf of books behind Julian, the tutor.

How dare he say she needed work on her party, she was doing just fine on her parry and thrust. Julian was too harsh on her when it came to sword fighting, it was the're secret of course, but Julian was harsher then Cal had ever been. She silently glared at Julian's back. But maybe it was a good idea. How long until people grew reckless? How long until the rebels decided to finally strike?

It had been almost a year since Soris took the Five Kingdoms and ruled them under his watchful eyes. Nearly a year since she watched Mother's head roll and since she drove a knife into Cal. It seemed as if classes were dwindling, the poor were becoming more poor by the days and the wealthy only gained. Soris had money and power and that was all he nee-

"...Azalea?"

Azalea jolted out of her gaze. Ivy and Aliyah snickered behind her in their seats. Azalea shifted a sleeping Willow in her arms, scrowling and turning a light shade of pink. She scowled.

Julian raised an eyebrow. "Dozing off again are we, Azalea?" His tone was the slightest hint amused and the slightest bit condescending, his weathered eyes showing the slightest bit of exhaustion.

"And why would I ever do that while listening to a story I haven't heard a million times?" Azalea replied sweetly, engaging in yet, another stand off with Julian in front of her siblings.

"Perhaps if you would spend less time thinking on other matters and more time on your lessons you would understand."

"Bite me, Julian."

Julian shook his head before turning back to the board and continuing with his history lesson. Azalea glanced around at her eleven siblings to see how they were faring. Having lessons at seven in the morning was no ball. Considering they had breakfast with Soris next, wasn't either. She checked their expressions to see if they were doing okay. She'd been doing her best so far to keep them safe and happy. So much to the point that she'd forgotten what it felt like to laugh. But her siblings didn't need to know that.

The sun was rising and it was a new day.

A new day of hell.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Sellinous Barnou

Sellinous, the Captain of the Guard stood at attention within the throneroom. His longsword sat, sheathed at his side, alongside the flintlock pistol that Soris' top military aide had made standard among officers. Soris' army was well-equipped, but it carried outdated weapons, although its tactics were swiftly catching up to those of Dwalip. At least Selly could find comfort in the fact that the foe's technology could never truly equal that of Dwalip. Yet, Selly could not do anything to aid his countrymen. He could not even consider Soris a foe, as he was exiled, removed of his status as a Dwalipan. He had sworn an oath to Soris upon the tyrant's rise, but the oath he swore to his country came first, no matter whatever exile lie upon him.

The throne room was empty of all but himself for now, and a few guards under his command. In the time that had passed since Soris' rule began, Selly had slowly began to learn whom he could trust. Most of the Old Guard, Relandra's natives, were trustable. They had strong loyalties to the former king and Queen, loyalties he might be able to use in the future. After all, he knew the resistance was alive, at least in Dwalip, if not other kingdoms. As much as Soris tried to suppress it, it was hard for the Witch King, as people called him, to hide the rumor's of the resistance. No matter what foul magicks the king employed, the word had gotten through to him. The letter, as short and simple as it was, but that did not prevent it from telling as much as it did. He knew that Dwalip had spies here, which surprised him. Spying and pickpocketjng has never been the industrial nation's thing. Such occupations were found more easily in Travia, which was also occupied. If Travia's resistance was aiding that of Dwalip... the implications were quite significant indeed.

Perhaps.. the children's freedom was closer than any of them knew. At least he could hope that. The children should have been in tutoring at the moment, and the king... he didn't know just where the king went most of the day. Some of the guards theorized in quiet that he personally tortured prisoners suspected of rebellion, but Selly didn't believe it so easy. After all, with five kingdoms to rule, Soris couldn't possibly have time for such an activity.

 

[Grandmaster Baphomet]

-2 hours earlier Alexander in the barracks-
"Nooo!" He screams as he stands in his bed covered in sweat,"Ugh that dream... again" luckily his fellow guards are still sleeping not even shaken from his cry which is good. He got up put his tunic and heavy military armor and covered himself head to toe except for the great helm he decided to hang it around his neck so he seems more friendly after all he's been informed that there are children in this palace."I should probably hide that too..." As he takes a cloth and covers his blind white eye with the scar and goes to the armory to grab his shield and the heavy mace.
He then proceeds go to the training yard in the back outside of people's view so he can practice which he continues to do for two more hours one to stay in shape for in case he needs, two so he cant dish some of his stress out after smacking a wooden mannequin with a military grade mace which weights 10 pounds its very relaxing.After he finishes his training he goes to the Throne room to report to the captain of the guard where he sees him standing there by himself and also it didn't help that the captain was over 5 inches bigger than him. So the only thing Alexander knows how to do he goes up to the man and stands in guard position and says "Sir,Guard Alexander of the palace here to be given orders sir" as he ties his mace to his belt and straps the shield to his back
SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Teacup Cat]

Magnus awoke as the first rays of the sun shone through the crack of the door. Rubbing his eyes, he took a look around the sad, boring he called his home. He quickly managed to wash with water collected in a basin and got into uniform. His sword fit neatly on his belt settling on his left hip while a satchel containing some books he had borrowed from the library slung across his back.

“Time to start the day...” he muttered to himself; He had always dreaded to go onto duty ever since Soris came into power. Every day innocent men and women were murdered under the watchful gaze of the new king. Even if the five kingdoms were united under his rule, freedoms and liberty were extinguished like a candle.

Magnus slowly made his way over to the castle grounds; first stopping by the kitchen to grab a small snack to hold himself over until lunch. Not one to eat a heavy meal, he grabbed some bread and stuffed it into his satchel for later.

Making his way to one of the many halls and stood at his post. He didn't mind the post, it was only for a few hours and besides, he had quite a nice view of the garden from time to time when he made his rounds.

“Let the day begin...” he said praying that today that there would be no execution.

 

[Zaltusinel]

Lex Harcourt

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Lex sat beside Azalea, reading as normal for himself. Much like Azalea, he wasn't paying attention, but he had totally different reasons for doing so. In his hands were the first volume of ancient law he grabbed from the library, a nicely sized book with a chocolate brown cover and a crimson ribbon. He started that morning actually, being on page thirty between waking up and where he was now. A considerably fast reader himself. Lex silently yawned, letting his eyes dot across the room. After all, he was much like Azalea, updating himself on the status of his dear brothers and sisters. Whom were the only thing keeping him together from the inner shadow. Ever since the fatal overthrow of his parents, the shadow had been silent. Lex noted this, maybe it was scared? No, it never was. Lex had come to conclusions that it was a demon, never to fear. Soris must have wrenched its gears, Lex nodded at the thought. The demon must want Lex alive, if it threatened him too much, Soris will kill him. The inner Lex sighed in relief. Soris was good for something, even though he didn't resent Soris for anything. Mostly because the inner Lex cannot feel the pain his siblings can. However, his great logical mind can deduce that he should distaste Soris, so that is what he adopted.

Lex adjusted in his chair as he whistled, a blank tone, almost chilling. His arms rested on his chest as he leaned back in his chair. He lifted his pen before writing notes in his ever tricky notebook. Over Lex's life, he developed a little encryption, or language to a degree, used exclusively in his notes and analysis. An insurance policy if anyone would seize his notes, he didn't want valuable secrets falling into the wrong hands. His eyes looked towards Julian, as Azalea did her bit. He wrote down Julian's reaction, seeing that Julian liked cooperation to his procedure. Lex noted that his wayward reading and knowledge seeking attitude might be infringing on his methodology of education. Lex raised his shoulders briefly as a gesture for "whatever". The hallmark blank expression on his face remained as he returned to his book. The old law system intrigue him, he observed Julian again. Synthesizing that Julian would be interested in such a topic, but Lex had never gathered any data on Julian's position on the subject. He was conflicted by the procedural nature and the intellectual point of view Julian had. The old law system, long before the kingdoms, were quite a case by case matter.

However, Lex zoomed back in from his inner thoughts and noticed a servant walk towards him. He lifted his eyes from his book and caught the shirt she brought for him. He quickly muttered, "Thanks." before pulling over the shirt over his chest. This early tutoring, Lex concluded, was for the birds, so to speak. He was lucky he had time to dress his lower half before Julian yanked him out of his room. He wasn't even needed to be there. He could have come later because he remembered the love he had for his big sister. The shadow was too slow to imprison him from that luxury. He conferred the same feeling onto his kin, figuring that what was he needed to do. He bookmarked, setting the book down before rising from his seat and picking a book of psychology from the various shelves of the room. He sat back down, making collective notes in his notebook. He reopened his book of ancient law and read away, leaning slightly towards his big sister. He couldn't express the few emotions he understood, most of which were for his big sister. He loved her, he knew that for sure. His head rested upon Azalea's shoulder, letting his eyes close as he pulled up his book. He breathed for a moment before returning to his reading material. His ghastly whistle echoed again, tuning to ancient tunes that Julian would likely recognize.
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[arryn]

Prudence Harcourt
Prudence sat adjacent to her older brother for her early morning tutoring. She was not a morning person, so waking up early just to listen to Julian drone on and on about history seemed like torture. But what did she know about torture? Luckily, Soris hadn't laid a hand on her. She had heard the rumors about what he did in his spare time; scared her half to death.

She brought with her a cross stitch pattern she had been working on for the past week or so. It was quite intricate, with a gorgeous floral pattern imitating the castle gardens. Prudence had always had a love for flowers. She was never seen outside of her bedroom without some type of flower in her hair.

As she tried her best to ignore Julian, she let her fingers gracefully stitch. She had the practiced the motion so frequently that she no longer had to think about it. Down, up, down, up. The colorful threads laced into the fabric alongside one another, creating such a majestic composition. She used it as a sort of therapy, to forget about her past traumas.

Julian snapped at Azalea and she snapped back. Prue looked up for a second or two, only to go back to her stitching. It was a common occurrence in early morning tutoring. Everyone was grouchy, but Azalea was bold and didn't take accept of Julians critiques.

Julian used to get upset at Prudence's stitching during his lessons, but recently he stopped saying anything. Why, she didn't know. She wondered if he finally understood what it meant to her, or how it calmed her inner voices down for a minute or two. Either way, he seemed to finally have an understanding. This unspoken mutual respect shared by the two was very uplifting. Other than her siblings, she didn't have many friends around the palace.

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[Lordvader59]

Halzarth Hadrada paced in a room near the top of the castle. He was anxious to hear a monthly report on the status of the realm's economy. The occupied terrritories were indeed being taxed and quite brutally stripped of a lot of wealth, but that was only to fix the trouble spots in Crelakor itself.Now that it was once more prosperous, the wealth was beginning to work it's way back into the new acquisitions of the Crelakorian Empire. At least it's what Halzarth told himself. He walked into the barracks to get something, sighing when not even half the men in the room saluted a member of the General Staff.Getting the thing he needed, Halzarth decided he needed to teach this soft Relandrian lot some discipline. So he set off to find one of his subordinates. Walking into the Throne Room, he found the Captain of the day's watch. His name had slipped Halzarth's mind... Barnow? Balmow? Wait, Barnou, that's it.
"Captain Barnou," he approached him, expecting a salute and returning it when he (Assumedly) gave one. "I expect your men assembled in the courtyard for a general inspection in two hours. Do not tell them in advance, give them 5 minutes to prepare."
SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Grandmaster Baphomet]

After seeing his captain be ordered around while clearly too busy to answer to him, Baldwin decided that it would be best to help his captain and make him get the recruits so he quickly turned towards the officer who addressed the captain and ran after which after he got to him he did a salute and said
"Sir,permission to speak sir."
As he was standing below even the taller man and was waiting for his response while looking at the officer who he didn't know who he was with a look that only someone who did this before could pull this off and then he opened his mouth yet again and said
"Sir currently the captain is scouting up the palace so it can be ready and be easily defended and give us the ability to protect theroyal family. If you would allow me sir to go and get the guardsmen so we can make sure the palace is as safe possible sir."
As he finishes he stands straight up and salutes the officer waiting for his response
Lordvader59

 

[madame moiselle]

Princess Rebecca 'Becca' L. Harcourt

She was a princess with the strength of a warrior. Unknown

Papa loved history.

Becca reminded herself this as she looked at Julian, the tutor, as he went on with the lesson. It was tedious, yes, but unlike her other siblings, Becca made sure to focus, to keep all eyes and ears open, despite her fatigue. She never participated much---that would mean she would have to speak. But she took careful notes and paid very close attention, a skill she shared with her older brother, Lex. He was the most observant and most critical out of the lot of them; something Becca considered as useful. With enemies around every corner, it was wise to be just as attentive and cautious as your enemies are.

Becca yawned. It was rather early in the morning, and it made Becca's stomach churn to even think about the fact that soon, she and her siblings would join Soris for breakfast.
Of course, she should be used to it by now; it's been a year since--since---

Becca closed her eyes.

Don't think about it.

She opened her eyes again, feeling a slight tremor as tears began to form. A year has passed and yet even the slightest mention of Mama and Papa's horrific deaths reduced Becca to tears. She forced herself to sit straight once more and willed the tears to disappear. She had to focus. This was history, after all---Papa's favorite subject. For his sake, she had to focus. But the tears wouldn't go away. Before she knew it, a tear had escaped and made its trail down her cheek. A lump began to form and Becca had to turn away for a moment, to try and regain her composure. Flashes of that chaotic night raced through her mind. The constant screaming and clashing of swords resonated within her ears faintly as the memory made its way through the young princess's mind. The wall of thorns, the pantheon of soldiers. That single swipe of a blade...Mama's head...

Becca's awful reverie stopped at the sound of Julian's and her eldest sister, Azalea's small dispute, with Azalea ending it with a rather cocky and witty remark. Becca quickly rubbed her eyes to dry the tears, hoping she didn't look as if she had wept. Oh, that would've been humiliating, but certainly not surprising. Becca knew every one of her siblings, including herself, had been traumatized at their parents' passing. It affected each and every one of them one way or another.

Becca couldn't help but smile at Lea's remark at the end, her boldness and wit admirable. Lea just wasn't any other princess---it bore her to act like a lady. Becca knew her eldest sister was a fighter, a rebel. Lea was a warrior, loyal, brave and true, who'd do just about anything for her siblings and beat up anyone who dared to hurt them. She was their shield, their protector. Any other princess, any other 'lady', wouldn't be able to do that, because they just simply weren't Lea.

Becca was excited that at least today wouldn't be all disappointing. She had her dancing lesson with Lea, and they were bound to sneak off into town sooner or later. Becca dreamed of becoming just as talented as Lea, to be able to match the level of skill her eldest sister had. Becca adored dancing---every time she danced, it was as if all her worries and all her troubles just melted away. For now, it was just her, the music, and the floor. Dancing made her feel free, liberated, something that was impossible to achieve with Soris within their home. Ever since Soris came into power, the castle that as once their home, was now their prison.

Becca knew Lea felt the same. It was why they both adored dancing together, a common interest between sisters. Because of it, Becca and Lea had become closer than ever.

Becca glanced around, catching the sight of another sister, Princess Prudence---Prue for short. Even though Prue was all the way on the other side of the room, it didn't take a genius to guess what she was doing.
Stitching.
Becca only wished she was close enough to see what her older sister was whipping up. Prue was a natural at the art. When she was stitching, she was in her prime. Becca would often sketch up designs for Prue to stitch, and in turn, Prue would try to teach Becca to stitch, even though Becca was pretty much hopeless. Prue herself was taught by the best of the best.
Their mother.
After class, Becca reasoned, turning towards Julian again. After class, I'll see her design, when we join Soris for breakfast. At the mention of Soris and breakfast, the churning feeling reactivated once more. Becca held in a sigh. She never knew breakfast could sound so menacing.

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Ms. Sparrow ​

 

[_SweetCandy_]

Nyx Lacroix

Nyx hummed softly as she turned opened her book. It was a tale of a young adventurer who went on many journeys. The soft light of the morning cast down on her as she sat in the garden. Since it was still early in the morning and she didn't have any tasks yet she figuring she had time to catch up on her reading. Nyx's index finger moved under the page in preparation to turn it as her eyes scanned the many words that littered the page.
After some time, she put the book down, figuring it was late enough in the morning she rose from her spot and tucked the book under her arm. Nyx stopped when she noticed the flower petal on the ground. She quickly picked it up and tucked it gently between the pages of the book before reminding herself to it in her journal next time she got a chance. She walked up the steps and made her way into the palace. Nyx sighed as she knew the day had only begun and it was unlikely she was going to have another moment of rest for awhile. ​

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea sighed a weary, reliving sigh as Lex laid his head on her shoulder. She laid her head on his own resting on her shoulder. His soft dark curls were like a cushion. Lex seemed to have trouble expressing any emotion most days. It made her sad to see her little brother this way but she knew that after the traumatic event they had all suffered, it would take time. Much time.

Lots of time.

She knew no amount of words could comfort what they had witnessed, all that they had seen. If Azalea could take their pain away she'd do it in a heartbeat and she despised herself for it. Mother always had a magical way of comforting everyone and in Azalea's mind, she was doing a terrible job.

She smiled to herself as she rested her head on Lex's head. Azalea and Lex looked so similar it was uncanny. They both had the same dark hair, although his hair was a tad bit curlier and darker, while her own hair came down in waves. The eyes were the same roo, although his were a bit more hazel, had she had a pair of yellow-green eyes, they had other similarities, their skin color, lip color, etc. Too often did people mistake them for twins, they may as well have been for that matter.

She sat up, running a hand affectionately through Lex's curls and looking around at the rest of her siblings as Julian's lesson continued.

"...After the High King was defeated Harold and his trusted friends split the rule seperatly so that Harold kept Crelakor's palace and ruled it, while the other four split off and built..." Julian droned on, as he wrote on his slab, Azalea copied his writing on her own tablet.

Azalea caught Prudence's flower from between the mass of siblings. She strained herself a bit to see what Prudence was doing, having to turn alk the way around in her seat, she caught a glimpse of Prudence stitching.

Wack!

"Ow! Julian-what the bloody h-"

Azalea cut herself off, remembering she had eleven siblings in the room. She scowled at Julian, rubbing her head from the pain of the smack of the ruler. Julian gave her a stern, disapproving look. He put the wooden ruler back on the end table and proceeded his pacing around the room and his dull explanation.

She dared a glance back behind her and caught sight of Becca. She frowned at her rather grim appearance. Becca and Azalea had become increasingly closer. Bonding with dancing. Azalea loved dancing, the spinning, the twisting, the breathless exhaustion, flushed cheeks. It made her forget, about Cal, Mother, the poor, the dead people, everything. But it made her remember too. All the good things. Becca felt it too, she was sure of it. She didn't understand how you couldn't love dancing.

Or wielding a blade for that matter.

Concerned for Becca's well being, Azalea brushed a long wavy strand of hair from her face before mouthing silently to Becca, "Are you okay?" She furrowed her brows, her expression of concern. She knew Becca wasn't okay. Nobody was anymore.

Except Soris.
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madame moiselle arryn Zaltusinel

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[Zaltusinel]

Lex Harcourt

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Was Lex "happy" with the sudden whack of the ruler? Hardly, but even in pain, Lex showed nothing. He raised his notebook again, knowing fully that Lea couldn't read his notes without knowing his encryption. He jotted down some of Julian's reactions before resting his head back down on Azalea's shoulder. At first, he was going to speak for once, but something else had appeared in his mind. His eyes shut quickly as he felt it. The sensual data of the outside world faded as his inner thoughts converged. His head limped, falling off Azalea's shoulder towards the ground. Azalea had a moment before Lex collapsed into a coma-like state to catch him. Lex's face expressed something for once, but it was so convoluted that nothing could be made of it. His book flapped to the ground as he fell. This wasn't the first time Azalea witnessed this occurrence, but each time it happened. Anyone would wonder. What is happening to him?

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The Gathering Storm
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Lex awakened, his eyes opened suddenly. His body felt a universal tingling, he remembered it. The smell of blood enchanted the air; Lex gazed around him, he was standing. Odd. His hair crackled about as curls would do in an endless sensation of burning to ash. Yet, he knew he lacked the spark of fire to burn such things. The visions of mountains, covered in ash and nightshade rock, echoed in the background. All around him were faint images of his friends, his siblings, his father yet not his mother, and finally a hooded figure stood directly across from him. The flapping of the feral wind whined all around him. The biting nature it held chipped away at Lex's doubts. His stance melded to firm as he braced for an assault. The images shattered as glass, leaving the hooded figure to dispense thousands of orbs of lightless black. The town outside the palace materialized, Lex nodded to the figure.

"Shadow, why now? Why in front of them?" Lex screamed, his body fully emotional. He knew he was inside his mind. The hooded figure giggled, as a parrot dragged across multiple lifetimes of meth and cocaine addiction. The hands of the figure etched out as a witches with a far more deadly appearance. The denizens of the town exited their buildings, staring at Lex in a fury of glowing eyes. Lex huffed as he noticed the situation, his heart pained. He kneeled to the ground. Looking up, he felt the shadow on his shoulder. He waited, letting the shadow close before thrusting the shadow off with his arms. The shadow tumbled to the ground.

The shadow popped its non-existent bones, "Never give in don't you? Oh well, not like I had intention of striking you down to your true nature. Yet."

Lex grunted, "Hell that I am what you want!" He stood. Both knew not another word would be said. Even in his own mind, Lex said little. His mouth never pushed him to muster a speech. The shadow swiped its sleeves, letting the environment fade to black. Lex suddenly fell into an abyss, seeing clouds all around him. The eye of the storm laid above him, large and frightening. Blood rained around him, he could hear the screams of Azalea. Similar to those on the day his parents lost their life. The destruction of bones, last breaths, and tears filled his mind. He tried to stop it, but nothing followed his command. Then he saw the clouds moving.

"Soris may have impeded my plans Lex, but trust me, I have new ideas. Time is on your side now, but Time can't save you in time." The shadow giggled as Azalea would. "She may protect you from Soris, but she cannot from me. But then again, you were hardly the one to truly accept her protection. You strengthened yourself quickly so she could move to more vulnerable ones of your kin. I can see it now. Maybe observe Soris for me, I would love some intel on how he would enjoy the real you. Remember, I am you. You cannot rid yourself of me. You discarded me by your birth, but I will persist. The only way to make this work, well you know." Right at the end, Lex felt a slither of blood flow down his hands. A knife materialized.

"Happy Hunting."

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A column of light ended the vision, letting Lex catch his breath. The flooded memories of his happy life flashed before him. His eyes gazed at them. The knife faded. Flowers echoed around him, he could see children dancing with knights standing. They laughed as a woman cooked fancy sweets for them to delight. He could see a person climbing in the background. Lex kneeled in front of them. He felt a push inside of him. His hands cover his face, as he regained consciousness.

Lex sat up suddenly, waiting for an reaction. Mainly from his big sister, his eyes return to their emotional lacking state. They turned to her.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Sellinous Barnou

Selly turned his head, old eyes landing upon the guard. Xander, as many called him, stood there, patiently awaiting orders. A slight smile crossed the captain's face as he shook his head. "You know already Xander, we are at ease until breakfast. The only two not at ease are the two on personal guard duty with Soris today, or the guards on gate duty, and you aren't one of them. You're free to wander for a few until breakfast. Just.. patrol at random, or do what the rest of the lot do and sit in the barracks playing cards," he answered with a shrug. The younger guardsman was an eager one, but he was brash, and his sobbing in the night kept quite a few of them awake. By now, they had just learned to ignore it, luckily. Selly didn't want to have to talk to the man about whatever night terrors he was having, after all.

Hearing the voice of his superior, the Captain turned, raising a salute. "Yessir," he replied, having too much experience in the military to question the man's motives. He had seen all this before, as had the men under him. After all, Soris' commander was younger than Selly. Nonetheless, he had respect for him. In many ways, the two were alike. At least Halzarth was similar to a younger Sellinous, both loyal soldiers, ready to obey any command. Halzarth was a skilled commander too, although without the experience with firearms. Selly himself had been the same way, attempting to rapidly modernize the royalist army. Although he certainly hoped that Halzarth failed, just as Selly himself had. Just like Selly had, Halzarth served a tyrant.

As Xander spoke up in his defense, Selly turned to him, eyes narrowing. "You may speak," he confirmed, folding his arms behind his back as he waited for the young soldier to speak. As the man began to speak, the captain let out a low sigh. "I appreciate the concern soldier, but I don't need to scout out a castle I've lived in for longer than you've been a man." The captain's voice was stern. "I'll personally bring the men to the courtyard by order of our superior. You are not to say anything to the men to prepare them." The captain nodded, thinking for a moment. "You are dismissed, soldier."

 

[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper


Whilst the royal children were having their lessons, Meredith was walking around the palace gardens. When she was in the presence of others, she had no choice but to keep a positive and happy expression on her face. The royal children needed comfort and Soris needed to think she didn't hate him. Alone time in her sleeping quarters was cold and grim - her thoughts made her heart ache. Walking around the beautiful gardens was the only way she could be alone in her thoughts without letting the darkness consume her. As she saw various guards in the distance, it made her think of her brother and all of the happy memories they had shared together... before Soris killed him. Her thoughts always led back to visions of her brother, the king and the queen being slaughtered in front of her eyes. She only hoped one day everyone would be free of this horror.


Logan Swann


Logan had spent the morning so far doing what he did every morning - rushing around the kitchen with his head completely focused on preparing the meals for Soris and the royal children. He needed to make sure breakfast was perfect and ready on time, whilst also making sure food was also being prepared for the rest of the day's meals. Regardless of how bossy and impatient the chef was, his assistants should know by now he was actually a fun guy outside of the kitchen. But right now they were in the kitchen and there was pressure to get everything completed exactly how it should be. Deep down Logan enjoyed the stress as it stopped him from thinking about other things, like his worries and fears. As stressed as he seemed, this was when his mind was clearest.

"SERIOUSLY?!" he shouted as he held up his favourite kitchen knife. "If anyone uses my knife, at least clean it properly!" he snapped. He then began scrubbing the knife clean before using it to rapidly chop some vegetables. "The rest of you don't know how lucky you are. Thamond used to give me a crack around the head if I didn't clean up after myself," he somewhat exaggerated. Thamond, the previous chef, would give him a light tap, at the most. But his rants and ramblings had been lengthy, angry and boring.​

 

[SilverSkyWolf]

Rennie Harcourt

Climbing the walls and running though the halls of the castle was hungry work. So, Wren, feeling a bit peckish, set off for the kitchens.

Once he managed to make his way there he was suprised to see that the kitchens were full of the smell of of bread, pastries and sweat.

"You're cooking already?" He asked, confused, "We were going to have a late breakfast today, you shouldn't have started before 8 o clock..."

"You over slept then." Came the reply, "You should've snuck in 'ere when we were in the other kitchen, serving all those other members of the court."

The reply came from a woman who was a little plump, with curly ginger hair and rosy red cheeks. Wren didn't know her name, never had. He had just always thought of her as 'Cook'; she was a kind woman, the closest thing he'd had to a parent for this last year, other then his older siblings of course.

"Can I help cook?" Wren asked

"You know I'm not allowed Rennie."

Wren knew that was the reply he would get but, he was at least glad that she stoped calling him 'Your highness'.

"Bye then," Wren replied, cracking an egg into one of the bowls in defiance before walking away.

As he left the kitchen he heard Cook shout at him, "That's the wrong bowl!"

(Open to interaction)
(The cook character is a NPC so if anyone wants to you can go ahead and use her, even if you want to do something drastic e.g. kill her)

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Edit: What I just described collides with the previous post
Misty Gray lets just assume the kitchens are large or you don't particularly care about Wren sneaking into the kitchens (He does it a lot).

 

[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston



Magnus yawned as he roamed the halls on patrol. From time to time he would look out into the garden to try and enjoy the beautiful scene untouched by the Witch King's poisonous influence. After some time of walking, he spotted Meredith strolling. He never got to know the girl but he heard about her from his old bunk-mate Julian. The man would never stop talking about his sister which brought both feelings of annoyance and jealousy to Magnus at the time.

Magnus missed his old friend; taken away from him unjustly by Soris' command. He quietly walked over to the garden as it was almost time for his break.

“....” He stood behind Meredith not knowing what to say. He had always struggled to have communications with people who weren't part of the royal guard. Most of the time he gave a small nod and went on his way ; much to many people's annoyance.

After a minute, he managed to get out a small “G-Good morning Meredith...” alongside a gentle smile. The girl looked just like her brother; his heart sunk with the feeling of guilt for not protecting Julian. Magnus hoped that deep within her heart, she would forgive him.

Misty Gray

 

[Grandmaster Baphomet]

After hearing the command of his captain Xander understood and saluted the captain and the officer away"Sir, Yes sir" as he salutes and goes away to leave to men to themselves.After he realized he got free time he went to the training area in the back of the castle and saw no one was there and took his heavy armor off and his put his shield and his heavy mace away next to a bench where continued to sit down and strip his shirt off revealing his scars off, without the thought of someone seeing him so he took some old cloths and tied them around his hands and went to the nearest free dummy for him to practice on.

After he found one which seemed not to be in terrible shape he went in a low stance and started giving the dummy a beating without a moment to think he flexed his dominant arm muscle and and turned his fist and aligned his fist with the face off the dummy and started smacking it alternatively with each hand.

After finishing his training routine and having sweat on his back he heads to the watering well and brings up a bucket, and pours it over himself. As the water touches his body it evaporates for a second to let the next wave of cold water to settle on his skin letting it to cool.When he finished cooling down he went back to his bench and sat taking his helmet and putting over his head to cover it from the sun and just bashed in the cover for the other guards to show up so they can start the drill

 

[arryn]

It was nearing the time when Prudence got absolutely sick of tutoring. Her stomach grumbled loudly, but she tried to ignore it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Azalea lean over in her chair. She's gonna get it. Almost as if she could've predicted the future, the ruler came slapped across Azalea's head with a loud WACK! She looked up and couldn't help but laugh to herself. Julian was so hard on her.

Moments later, Lex's head fell limp onto the desk. Although it was a fairly common occurrence, it still triggered horrifying memories. With an audible cry, she dropped her stitching onto the ground and rushed over to Lex's side.

"Oh god, Lex! Lex, are you okay?"

She placed a firm hand on his back and ran her fingers through his curls. She looked up at Azalea, unsure of what to do. Not long after his collapse, he began to regain consciousness. She breathed a sigh of relief. With a sense of understanding, she rubbed his back as he sat up.

She looked to Julian, with a look of pleading. She assumed that marked the end of the tutoring session, but she wanted to maintain respect. She glanced over to the stitching she had dropped. It had broken and the fabric was torn. Her heart sank. In that moment she felt a closing wound inside herself rip open again.

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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea didn't have time to comprehend Becca's answer because she suddenly felt Lex's soft curls slid down her arm, she quickly turned back in her seat to watch his head fall limply, she caught him before he fell to the ground, lowering him gently to the floor. "Lex? Lex!" Azalea gave him a slight shake, the contorted expression on his face sent panic shooting through her and stopping her blood cold. The memory hit her hard.

"Azalea, Goosey, I need you to promise me-" Mother paused as the King struggled to free himself beside, she gave him a gentle, knowing look, she knew she was about to die, and deep he did too. Mother turned back to a writhing Azalea.

"You've always done so well with your siblings, you'll always take care of them won't you?" Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were sad.

Azalea gave a hard kick to Soris's shin, and the grip on her neck loosened, Azalea gasped for air and tried to make a beeline for her Mother, Soris's long fingers wrapped around dark hair and yanked her backwards. She cried out before her head wacked against the marble once more, colors burst in her vision and the room spun for a minute and once again she was pinned back against the wall with the air being choked from her. She struggled to breath and formulate an answer. The King let out an angry roar and writhed in the soldiers gasp, both Mother and The King forced unto their knees.

"I promise." Azalea croaked. She felt a wash of pringles rise from her chest and spread all over her body, Azalea managed a small gasp. Mother smiled as the sword of the soldier behind her was raised, and with a wish of air and slice of metal, her head was removed clean from her body. Azalea choked in horror, not even enough air in her to scream.

Azalea let out a relived gasp as Lex opened his eyes, she'd started shaking somehow and suddenly she was pulling Lex into an embrace. Just now becoming aware that Aliyah, Jessamine, Kale, Eve, and Willow, sitting harmlessly on the floor. Azalea looked up at Julian and he gave a brief nod, an expression of fascination and vague interest.

"That will be all for today. Lessons are over." Julian said calmly before striding out of the library with his hands behind his back.
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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

Meredith had stopped to watch the gardener and admire the beautiful flowers he'd decorated the garden with. She often helped him when she had some free time, but she was all freshly dressed for the day ahead so couldn't be getting dirt on her hands and dress. No princess would want a handmaiden who wasn't clean and presentable.

She heard a male voice speak to her and, although the man spoke gently, it still caught her off guard. She quickly turned to face the guard and let out a relieved smile to see it was one of Julian's old friends. "Good morning, Magnus," she returned his greeting. He seemed quite introverted, his voice held some sort of reluctance or perhaps even sorrow. This wasn't new to her, considering what most here had been through. Nevertheless, it didn't mean it did concern her. "Are you well today?" she kindly asked him. She remembered he had been there that day. He'd lost loved ones and witnessed the same evil acts she had. That's why she could only ask him how he was right now. If any of them thought of how they felt in the long-term, it would be tainted by the past.


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[Teacup Cat]

Magnus Featherston





Magnus let his shoulders loose and eased his body due to the pleasant aura surrounding the kind girl. Most people would have just ignored the timid guard and moved on with their day. This motion allowed his entire body to relax, moving his armor ever so slightly causing little clinking sounds. Resting his hand on the pommel of his sword, he thought about Meredith's question.

Was he well today? Did he feel happy knowing that those dear to him were gone and those still alive; under the threat of Soris? All the terrible things that had happened ever since Soris took the throne did not allow Magnus to feel well, looking at Meredith and the royal children made him feel... Hope.

He smiled at the kind young lass “Yes Meredith” he said softly, “And you dear?”

Magnus had never really talked to Meredith in their previous encounters. Julian would always brag about his sister and Magnus would just sit there and listen; he saw the same cheerful soul in the girl who stood before him. Strong willed and brave in these times of fear and unrest.

Misty Gray

 

[madame moiselle]

Jonah Ezekiel Rivers

Who am I to judge another, when I myself walk imperfectly. Unknown

Jonah's day had started with a nightmare.

He had woken up in a cold sweat, his breath rapid and heart beating like a thousand African drums. It was near the crack of dawn, and thankfully, he hadn't woken up any of his fellow roommates. To be frank, he was the first one up.
Jonah has only been here for three weeks and already, the nightmares began to plague him.
The nightmares had been always been there from the start, ever since Jonah murdered that colonel in cold blood two years ago. The nightmares had appeared to him violently at first, haunting him night after night, never ceasing. They tortured him in his sleep, and when he awoke, desperately hoping for some peace, it never came. Guilt propped itself on his shoulders, a burden heavier than a thousand sand bags, something he had to carry for the rest of his life. Even though it has been two years since his crime, Jonah could never get rid of the guilt.
Or the nightmares.
Thankfully, with time, the nightmares had become less frequent. The guilt was still there, gnawing on whatever was left of Jonah's injured soul. He had only been a boy. A sixteen-year-old boy who was barely surviving the cruel streets of Crelakor alongside his sickened mother, yet from the moment he had drawn that blade back, that boy suddenly turned into a man...
A man Jonah never intended to be.
The memories of Crelakor were still quite vivid in Jonah's mind. His impoverished homeless life, the days spent stealing whatever he could, the nights spent hearing his mother cry herself to sleep, praying for some sort of miracle, some sort of peace in the chaotic world they lived in.
Her prayer had been answered with a single, violent push, violent enough to break her neck and die. She had gotten what she had asked for; just a moment of peace, of rest. Now, she had all the peace and rest to last her for eternity.
But she was gone all too quickly. She had left this world young, too young. She had left her son to fend for himself, to survive King Soris's wrath all alone. And survive was exactly what he had done. By some miracle, Jonah escaped his seemingly inevitable death sentence and fled the country, all the way to Relandra, hopes high for a brighter future.
Yet it seemed no matter how far he ran, no matter how hard he tried, misfortune always seems to catch up to him sooner or later. And catch up it did.
Soris had taken over Relandra almost flawlessly. If one excluded the fact that he had killed hundreds of innocents, murdered the King and Queen, held the royal children as pampered hostages and executed anyone and everyone if they even dared to look at him the wrong way---you'd think it would be quite of a feat. Soris had all five kingdoms to himself, all the power and riches, and all the authority. Of course, one would wonder whether he was satisfied or not. Jonah knew that Soris would never be satisfied. Not until he eliminated anyone and everyone who had been a traitor the Crelakorian Crown.
That included Jonah.
As soon as Jonah heard about the invasion, (he was on the outskirts of the kingdom around that time), Jonah ran away once more, trying to seek refuge in Dwalip, or maybe even Travia. But suddenly, Dwalip and Travia no longer existed. In one fail swoop, Soris had unified the kingdoms, it's major, flourishing capital right in the heart of Relandra. Jonah couldn't escape this time. Suddenly, Crelakor was at every corner of the world, trapping the fugitive, forcing him to realize that there was no safe haven for him anymore. The five kingdoms were now a unified Crelakor. The very place he had run away from in the first place. With that, Jonah wandered the unified kingdom for months as an aimless traveler, finally settling in the heart of the capital.
Right underneath Soris's nose.

Presently, Jonah was helping a few guards unload carts and transporting them to the castle storage. It was still pretty early, and Jonah definitely felt the effects of a horrible night's sleep. Most of the bags that were to be unloaded were filled with loot from other, smaller towns; towns King Soris had just ransacked recently, with his army. The loot was put into the castle treasuries, enriching Soris while impoverishing the rest of the nation. It made Jonah angry to think about all those poverty-stricken villages, it's inhabitants starving and just scraping by, oppressed under Soris's rule. Once upon a time, he too, had been just like them. Why, it had only been two years since those days as a street rat, a homeless boy with no hope of a future. Nowadays, though he was still considered very poor in the eyes of royalty, Jonah thought himself as the richest man in the world. At the very least, he had a job. At least he was earning money, had a bed to lay his head upon, at least he was fed, however meager it was. Compared to two years ago, his fellow homeless companions would've thought him as fortunate.
If only Soris knew, thought Jonah, balling up a fist as he was walking towards the carts, feeling that early morning breeze.
If only that bastard knew the struggles, the pains people go through each day, how much effort it takes just to survive. But no, he's in there, in that blasted castle, dining on strawberry tarts and stuffed pig! Right alongside those pampered palace brats.

Jonah sighed. Of course, he had heard about the twelve royal siblings' parents, the previous King and Queen, and their grisly deaths. One year has passed and still, the rumours and gossip won't stop flying. Jonah couldn't identify his feelings for the siblings. On one hand, he did feel sympathy---losing loved ones isn't easy, and Jonah knew he could relate. But on the other hand, he felt disdain. Those royals could never understand the feeling of being homeless, of those cruel nights spent trying to shield away the bitter cold, the constant anxiety, the constant sound of your mother's tears. Jonah understood that maybe they're lives weren't picture-perfect either, but to the eyes of the impoverished, it was the complete opposite.

Jonah knew, deep in his heart, that he shouldn't judge too harshly. After all, he too had made mistakes in life. Big mistakes. But Jonah couldn't help it---ever since that murderous night two years ago, Jonah had changed. He was no longer that cheerful, reckless boy everyone knew and loved. His heart hardened, his mind turned critical, judgmental. Jonah sometimes wondered if it was the guilt. Maybe the judging was just another way to escape the guilt, to try and compare and justify what he had done that night. Maybe it was jealousy. I mean, after all, the siblings had access to things most could only dream of.
And maybe he was wrong.
After all, he's only been here for less than a month. Jonah hadn't even had a proper look at the siblings, yet he was already judging them---

"Oi, Rivers!"

A burly voice broke Jonah's troublesome train of thought. Jonah looked up, only to see one of the senior officers beckoning forwards. Jonah obeyed, his expression solemn.
"Aye, why the long face? Somethin' been botherin' you?" inquired the old-timer, squinting at him. "If it's the place, don' worry. I know you ain't been here that long, but you'll get used to it." You could tell this man was one of the denounced Relandrian officers, forced to serve Soris. Crelakorian commanders were never friendly. Some even took the delight in beating those below them.
Jonah shook his head. "No, sir," he answered, voice low. "Just a case of a sleepless night." The older officer nodded in understanding. "Aye," he said. "You'll get used to that too. Anyways, yer'a needed in the kitchens. Cook's blowin' steam and it ain't pretty. Thanks for the help, boy." Jonah gave him a small smile and nodded. "Anytime," he answered and headed back into the large, ornate castle, through the servant doors.

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Even though it's been a few weeks, Jonah couldn't help but be blown away at the majesty of the palace. The expensive furniture, the golden hallways, all magicked by Soris. Tall, stainless windows flanked each wall, filtering in gray light. And though it's magical majesty mesmerized him, it didn't help him navigate his way around the place. The halls were never-ending, a pretty excuse for a maze. Jonah couldn't remember where the blasted kitchens were. Jonah wandered and wandered, frustration boiling over. He hid it though, aware of the guards at each post, who didn't even bat an eye as he walked by.

Suddenly, Jonah stopped as an oak door opened, and a man exited out of it, having a sort of educated and scholarly aura to him. Jonah watched him go, the man's back towards him. As he went away, Jonah glanced at the door the scholar had exited through, and curiosity peaked. Jonah glanced at the man before glancing behind him, then began his trek towards the door, his step cautious. It was as if he was still a boy all those years ago, sneaking over to a booth to steal some apples, or maybe some nuts.
Jonah arrived at the door, his head poking through the entryway.
Was this the kitchen?
No, not even close.
Study?
Nope.

It was a classroom, and within it, were all twelve siblings, one on the ground, while the others huddled around him. Something had obviously happened, but Jonah hadn't the slightest notion what.
The first person he noticed was the oldest, a girl who looked no older than himself. Her brown locks cascaded down her shoulders in a rather pretty way, her green-yellow eyes flickering in worry. Another sister, this one having a wreath of flowers on her head and another matching cascade of brown hair, looked also worried. Then there was the cause of their worry---the boy, who's expression was emotionless and hard, which lead Jonah to wonder why everyone was so worried about him; he didn't seem to be in any pain at all. The rest of the younger siblings crowded around as well, one even catching his eye. She looked no older than ten or eleven.
"What's going on?" Jonah asked, glancing at her directly, his tone a bit rude. The young princess didn't answer, but her eyes did display a slight surprise at his tone. She instead glanced at the oldest sister, the one with yellow-green eyes, as if telling him she had an explanation.


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[Ms. Sparrow]

Azalea jumped hard at the sound of a mans voice at the doorway, she quickly stood, careful though as to not upset Lex when she carefully untangled him from her embrace. Azalea didn't fail to catch the hint of rudeness in the man's tone so when she whipped around towards the doorway with a bright yellow-flare in her narrowed eyes she froze, taking in his appearance. To say he looked good was an exaggeration. He had warm brown eyes and tossled hair that gave him a wild look which made him look even more attractive. He had a muscular toned body that obviously signified his life wasn't one of ease.

Or maybe it was his hardened tone and broken eyes.

Looking over him again, she realized he must have been a servant. She wondered if he knew his way around a blade. Snapping out of her thoughts, she jolted back to attention, smoothing her hands on her black corseted dress to clear her mind. Mourning. She hadn't worn a color other then black since her parents death. Mourning was a way of honoring it. Azalea hadn't even been outside for nearly a year.

Remembering their place in the palace, Azalea's eyes filled with suspicion, and instinctively she moved her way in front of her siblings. "Why? What's it to you?" Azalea asked, her eyes full of distrust. Soris had eyes and ears everywhere. She couldn't let him see her siblings weaknesses, so she was naturally distrustful of anyone she hadn't known before the attack.
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[Misty Gray]

Meredith Piper

Meredith noticed Magnus seemed to relax a little more once she had replied to him. Knowing how much hard work it had been for her brother to be a guard, she had a lot of respect for guards and knights who protected the royal family. She enjoyed being in their company as it reminded her of when Julian was alive and when she would see him have fun with his friends.

It was nice to see Magnus smile, even thought she knew he was troubled. "I have my health and enough freedom to be walking these beautiful gardens, I am always well enough if I have those two things," she replied. "As long as the flowers still grow in this palace, then we have hope." She wasn't simply referring to the bright garden, but the royal children who thankfully all still had their lives and would hopefully all be given the chance to grow into strong adults. "Have you seen the king this morning?" she asked. She couldn't help but think it would it be wonderful if he didn't wake one day.​

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