Fantasy The Tyrant King(ALWAYS OPEN)

[animegirl20]

Ok so I’m not going to be doing some big starters post. Not really needed. So listen make sure to post your location and what time of day it is. I’m going to trust you guys can use a bit of common sense with this. You don’t have to post the time on every post but every once in while post a time so we can keep things moving and not have one group in the day and another group suddenly at night. Oh! But I will be in charge of controlling the weather k? Good.
ChazGhost
FireMaiden
s u n
Xevia
DSLIX
Haka
Reis
Reo7
Phaeth
Sgt Gomez
Ms. Sparrow
MedievalFanatic2023
kenchin
Dafyddwilliams14
Wasted Ink
Jade Emperor
hostage
Tessa Roberts
Ian Temero
Inheritance

Sunday
8:00 AM
Weather: Cloudy
Temperature: 36​

 

[Dafyddwilliams14]

Altair Savannah (Savvy)

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Savvy slowly crept up behind the group of kings-men that had foolishly camped close to where the rebels were hiding, the darkness of the early morning helping to hide him from his gaze. Once he was close enough, Savvy slowly stood, allowing those around the camp to see him. The man the opposite side of the camp gasped as Savvy's large shadow stretched across the man. Before anyone had any time to react, a swish was heard, and the head of the man in front of Savvy went into the campfire. Savvy quickly made his way to the man to the left of him, Disembowelling him and removing the man. Next was the man opposite where Savvy made his entrance, he raised his sword in an attempt to fight back, a silver blur went through the air and the mans sword along with his arm hit the floor along with most of the upper half of his body. Finally was the patrol’s captain, he slowly backed into a tree, his sword held in front of him, his hands shaking. “Dear god, no. I don’t want to die”, Savvy’s lips drew up over his teeth revealing the large canines hidden beneath them, “Neither did my parents”. The man screamed as Savvy brought down his axe, splitting the man from skull to groin, removing any threat of the rebellion being revealed. The camp looked like an over the top horror movie as Savvy walked away, his white fur covered in the dark red given off from the men.

Savvy made his way back to the rebel camp, he had finished his job and would need to notify the others later about the fact the kings men had been so close. He stopped off on the way in order to wash off the blood from his fur in a nearby stream, hoping to remove all of it but he was sure someone would notice. By the time he had made his way back to the camp, the sun had come up. He estimated it to be around 08:00, but couldn’t be too sure after the night he had. He walked into the inn he o'so loved, his axe hefted onto his shoulder. His drowsiness prevented him from noticing it was empty. He waved lazily at Xa'al and made his way to his table in the corner. "Full breakfast and a tankard of ale please Xa'al" Savvy mumbled, his head hitting the table and not moving for a few moments. He needed to start getting more sleep. With Fīfrildi resting upon the edge of the table he slowly drifted off, his thoughts wondering where his sister may be and if she was even alive. He pulled out a set of clothing from his bag that he had been attempting, and failing, to knit for her. His hope being that he could give it to her if they will be reunited again. God knows the girl would need more than that skimpy outfit she always wore.

Wasted Ink

Layla Savannah

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Layla sat at a table of a run-down inn. A suitable enough distance away from anyone who may cause her harm of concern. The other patrons of the pub left a wide circle around her as they continued about their festivities. The two men who had attempted to hit on her an example of what would happen if they broke that circle. Layla contently sipped her glass of wine, rolling it around and taking in its rich scents. She lifted her hand up in the air and clicked her fingers. The room went silent and a nervous elderly in-keep made his way over to her with a steaming plate of food and a fresh cold beer. He carefully placed them on the table and hurriedly made his way back to the bar. The positive, if nervous, atmosphere slowly began to return to the room. ‘Ahh, this is the life’ Layla thought to herself as she put stretched her legs and put her boots on the table. Anyone who would bother her now had a death sentence.

(Open to interaction)

 

[Wasted Ink]

The Jackdaw Tavern - Morning
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The early opening time for the popular tavern/inn, Jackdaw, was one of it's bigger selling points - with the warm, friendly atmosphere and owner being the biggest. Xa'al prided himself on keeping the business afloat with his own two hands, and saw fit to wake up within the wee hours of the morning in order to get everything set up for his early-risers. The tavern usually got busier towards the evening times, but as it doubled as an inn, he often got travelers and citizens coming in at every time of day for a bed - some, simply to sleep, and others with lustful women hanging off of their arms. Of course, being a man himself, he didn't judge such fleeting moments of passion. They all paid in the end, and as long as nothing unsolicited happened on his premises, then Xa'al was content. However, something that all of his customers shared, was that they often had a very large appetite after their nights of sleeping. It was a good thing, then, that he served breakfast, lunch, and dinner, in addition to alcohol and rooms.

"It is rather nippy outside, yes, Noire?" Xa'al's deep, melodious voice held an edge of bemusement within its accented tone. In response to his question, a high-pitched caw sounded from somewhere within the rafters of the kitchen, a light gray - almost white - feather smoothly dropping down within the long tresses of the Drow's hair. He chuckled lightly, merely closing his eyes as his hands skillfully flipped and twisted a large, bacon-filled skillet above a sweltering wooden stove. His Familiar, a Jackdaw by the name of Noire, cawed once again, adjusting its roosting position. Too cold to hunt, it had said in the simplistic communication they shared as Familiar and Master. Xa'al nodded empathetically, cracking open one mysterious silver eye in order to wink rather cheekily up at the hidden bird. "No matter, friend. Just this once, I shall spoil you." He returned his attention to the plentiful strips of frying bacon, and nudged with his Mana. Immediately, a fat piece of bacon flew from the pan, soaring high into the rafters - where a sharp beak immediately nabbed it out of the air. Xa'al couldn't help but chuckle again as the Jackdaw began tearing it into shreds instantly.

Hungry, indeed.

Yet another shrill caw filled the empty tavern.

"I'm sorry, but I have customers to feed, Noire." The Drow Elf tutted, setting the oversized skillet onto the fire, and holding out a hand. Obediently, a similarly-sized skillet, filled with a large assortment of scrambled eggs, flew into his slim grasp. Twisting around gracefully with the momentum of the catch, Xa'al slid the skilled onto the stove, alongside the cooking bacon. More than enough for the hungry morning customers, considering he was using his enchanted skillets. Much larger on the inside, allowing it to hold an outrageous amount of food. Some would say that it was a...waste of his talents, but when you've spent countless years using magic for 'worthwhile' reasons, a bit of waste felt good once in a while.

Wiping his hands on the linen rag tossed over his shoulder, Xa'al made his way out of the kitchen, taking up his spot behind the bar. The food was cooking fast, his assortment of alcohols were stocked and ready to be used, and the floor was freshly swept and wiped down. It felt...fulfilling, to be so ready for what the day would bring. With the wonderful smell of bacon and eggs filling the tavern, and the warmth from the wooden stove chasing the chill away, Xa'al was reminded of why he chose this life. The peacefulness, and the freedom...

A weight settled on his shoulder, and the Drow didn't have to look to know that Noire was glaring straight at the entrance, waiting for the first patron of the day. His lips quirked in amusement. "...Careful, my little Jackdaw. I'd hate for a fearsome creature such as you to scare away my regulars..." He chastised innocently, poking the Jackdaw's forehead with the tip of his slender index finger. A sharp little nip to said finger was the bird's only response. It hurt. Slightly.

"Caw!"

Feisty little bugger.

"Okay, okay, I apologize for the 'little' comment. Now please, quieten your 'caws'. There are those still sleeping, after all..." A much lighter nip to his illusioned ear let him know that his 'command' was being followed. Smiling softly, Xa'al imperceptibly tilted his head, allowing yet another slice of crispy bacon to fly towards Noire - the Jackdaw already having his beak open in anticipation.

"Good bird."

As he began to calmly wipe the tankards propped upon the bartop, Xa'al couldn't help but hum a low, jaunty tune - one that comfortably filled the former silence of the empty tavern. Within moments, it would be loud and busy, both things he enjoyed...but in the meanwhile, he'd enjoy the peace and quiet.

The front door suddenly slamming open immediately dissuaded that thought.

The large, mildly intimidating tiger known as 'Savvy' walked in, seemingly tired, and -fresh- from some sort of scuffle. The Drow apprehensively eyed the bloodspots dotting the Rebel's fur, before turning his furrowed gaze to the tiger's face. "Of course, Savvy. Please avoid staining the table, if possible. It's freshly cleaned." With a backwards wave, the 'commoner' barkeep strode into the kitchen, clicking his tongue triumphantly once he saw that the food had just got done cooking. Savvy would be the first to eat it fresh off the stove, then...a lucky warrior, he was indeed. Xa'al moved quickly, yet gracefully, a large plate stacked with the delicious food being prepared within a second, and a tankard of ale following suit a moment after.

"Still, it is good to see you, my friend. Bloody or not." Despite the lightness in his voice, Xa'al's tone held audible concern as he strode over to Savvy's table, sitting the steaming food and cold ale in front of the Rebel member. Taking a step backwards, the Drow idly rubbed the soft spot under Noire's chin, while his own silver gaze watched Savvy, an indiscernible glint in the irises.

"A deeper soak in the lake would probably be a good idea next time, however. Can't be too careful." A small smile formed on his lips, the glint disappearing.

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[kenchin]

Axel like usual would wake up ten minutes before sunrise and start by doing the daily training he started by doing running around the kingdom twice then after that he would summon a sword and start doing his basic sword training. and footwork, before he knew what time it was axel, was about finished doing his training and it was almost breakfast time. Axel then looked angry and disappointed. " tch it's been five years where did you go Crow, " said Axel while he started to shadow fight with an invisible enemy. Slowly his magic energy started to leak out from his hands and it was about to burst out when rain suddenly started to fall upon Axel with a tired look and serious expression he stops doing his swordplay and just looked annoyed because the invisible opponent he was facing defeated him in the short ten minutes. Axel then looked over his shoulder where the tower to the king's chamber was and simply looking composed said to himself "I should start heading towards the Mess Hall for Breakfast.

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[Sgt Gomez]

Anastasia Colettel
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Anastasia stood up straight and placed a hand gently on the small of her back as the aches began to set in. Why must she be assigned such physically demanding tasks? Was it the king who wishes to see her suffer? She knew she was pregnant and that due to her position as a mere servant maid, there was nothing she would be able to do to get out of the work that had to be done. Ana was fine by that, she wouldn't want the others to work more due to her being unable to. Of course her lover would argue against her working in her current condition. Anastasia sighs happily as she thinks of Thiothus.

To her, he was the most caring and loving individual in the whole country. He took notice of her when no one else would and treated her like a princess. She felt like his love should have been showered on someone else, but was grateful for it being given to her in more ways than one. You see, she was currently 8 months pregnant with their child. Ana felt like her belly had grown more and more by the day as of late and swore it would be no more than a few more weeks before the baby was due to come. She called it her motherly instinct.

Ana sighs again as she bends over again and continued to dust one of the many bookshelves that seemed to fill this empty and rarely travelled hallway. Her job normally wouldn't be too hard, but the weight over her nearly due belly in addition to the baby being active caused her back to ache more than normal. The sooner she got this done, the more time she would have before she was due in the dining hall to assist in serving lunch. By her calculations it was about 8:00 AM, so she should have 4 hours to finish this. She only hoped she could be able to finish in time.

 

[ChazGhost]

Alexander Del'Lanis
8:00 am
Alexander woke up in his large luxury bed in his kingly room. Alexander room was truly fit for king from the bed to the paintings. The only thing that seems slightly out of place was the old and slightly frighting book on his bed stand, the book were he has learned all his dark magic. Alexander got up out of his bed and called out to his guards on the other side of his door "I'll be getting dressed shortly, alert the cooks I will be wanting my breakfast shortly after an hour". Alexander could here the foot steps of one of the guards as they went off to alert the cooks of the king want his meal. "Deck if off to alert the cooks my king" the other guard said to the king though the door.

After alerting the guards he was awake, Alexander went to his wardrobe grabbed his royal garbs and got dressed. About ten minuets after getting up Alexander exited his room and headed to garden for a morning stroll, followed by two guards to keep him safe. Alexander kept magic book under his arm as he walked down the halls. Alexander was hoping to do a bit of studying as he shortly relaxed in the gardens.

 

[Dak]

James Trache​

James was leading his men. They had marched through the night. He wasn't happy with it, but they were on the home stretch of the long march home. He was returning from the Diamond mountains, home of the dwarves. He was tasked with suppressing their uprising. Normally James would come back in a joyous mood, but he was far from it. He had lost a good amount of his forces, his brothers in arms.

The horns sounded as his banners had come into view of the main gates. It was a grueling and arduous past year and a half away from his home land. But James, being one of the newest appointed Generals, meant that he was going to be given a lot of the newer assignments. Besides he would also volunteer for them. His men were tough and trained.

James was on foot with his men as they entered the city. Quiet a few people had lined the streets. They weren't due to be back till later that day. But James wanted to get home, along with his men. James smiled as they marched through the gates. Not only because they were home, but because there were some families waiting near the gates, waiting for their fathers. The family reunions got to him somewhat. James hadn't had it with his family, but he marched on. Deep into the financial district.

As most of his main force dissipated, James and a group of his most trusted men broke off. They were going towards the Castle. They had some gifts that they were going to present to the King from the Diamond Mountains and the dwarven uprising.

ChazGhost

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Was it fate that brought her here? The will of the gods, punishing her for her selfishness. If she knew then, what she had known now? Would she still have done it? Was it not selfish to put eliminate a thousand for her own gain?

These were the questions that ran through Sadima’s head everytine she awoke in one of the towers of the royal palace of King Alexander. She did not sleep with the maids, for if her magic wore off in the night by accident and she was revealed supernatural, there would be no quick death. No, she’d have a fate much worse than any supernatural Alexander has or would ever punished. If anyone were to find out who she was, or most importantly, what she did, both sides would turn on her. But if Alexander knew who she was...well, she could imagine some painful scenarios.

The attic of the tower hadn’t been entered in ages, but even so, she kept all her important documents and papers hidden away. Only one dusty window sat in the cold, stone tower, high up and small, with a desk underneath the old window that had some ink, a quill, a couple small black feathers, and some halfway burned out candles that leaked wax all over the old desk. The window offered little light to the dim room. A mass of blankets indicated a bed, a couple bird cages for her messanger ravens, an out-of-fashion end table that looked ancient and dusty, which sat next to the bed wher she had first found it. And books. Lots of books. She’d collected them oftenly. Sadima was an avid reader, and when she wasn’t spying, writing, lying, killing or drinking, she was reading.

Sadima sent letters to the rebels oftenly, notifying them of guard positions, troop reinforcements, King Alexander’s movements and agenda, etc. Anything that proved useful. She was more than a spy. Sadima has agents of all kinds, in all different sorts of places that reported to her, which she reported to the rebel leader. She was a vital and avid player. One that nobody knew her agenda. Why did she help the rebels? Why spy?

Questions that nobody could answer. And those that had come close, were silenced. Sadima glanced in the broken mirror of an old vanity dresser with her vivid, glowing red eyes, her long, sleek, straight black hair framing her pale porcelain face with horns elegantly protruding from the top of her head. In truth, Sadima was quite beautiful, as most nymphs were inhumanly gorgeous. Seduction was easy, in either forms. Focusing for just a brief second, she felt her magic once again begin to pulse through her as her daily illusion cane into mind. Instead of red eyes, she would have vividly blue eyes, with long, thick, black waves that cascaded down to her back, and no horns appearing whatsoever. She had changed nothing about herself. It was only an illusion. This was how people would see her, not a Nymph, but a beautiful human instead.

Unfortunately, being a spy also meant one had to be invisible. And doing that would make you insignificant, small. Someone of such little power that nobody would look twice. Like a maid. She hated it. She had wealth, land, men, all of it. Now she was cleaning for the very King that she’d destroyed. Her! Cleaning! It was bullshit. Everybody should know her name, instead, she was a nobody, with no talent other than stacking plates, couldn’t bear a weapon, and jumped easily. This was her maid persona. And she hated it. But of course, a cocky, dangerous maid would draw too much attention.

Sadima dressed herself into her maid uniform, which fitted her 5’8” slender figure perfectly and made her way down the ladder of the tower. As she made her way towards the kitchen to help prepare breakfast, which she had only gotten wind of from the guard, a little raven landed at the window as she passed, peeking in through the glass and staring straight at her. Making sure nobody was around, Sadima silently opened the window, her Nymph abilities allowing her to understand the raven. She ordered the raven to watch Alexander for the time being, finding him being it’s first priority. She always tried to keep tabs on the King when she couldn’t do it in person. Besides, a bird was harmless. Insignificant. He’d never glance twice at it.

Sadima went into the kitchen and grabbed some dishes, walking back into the dining room to begin setting the table for Alexander’s breakfast, along with the help of some others.​

 

[animegirl20]

Location: Outside Princess Anora’s Room
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Jane woke up at her usual time to get started on her chores. She got up washed herself and got dressed into her uniform. Once she was done she fixed up her hair and headed into the hall. She was on her way to the kitchen but decided to stop by Anastasia’s room. “I’ll see if she needs any help this morning.” She had to admit she was quite curious to know who knocked her up but Anastasia refused to tell. But she accepted it. She figured Anastasia would tell her eventually. She stopped by her room and opened the door but she wasn’t there. “Huh? Anastasia? Guess she already got started....maybe I could look for her.” She closed the door and headed by the hall but stopped when she saw the time. “Oh I have to go to the rooms first and see if my services are needed.” She stopped at the King’s room but no guards. Meant he wasn’t there. “Thank God.” She then headed to the Princess’s room. The older one. Once she reached her room she knocked on the door. “Your highness it’s Jane do you need any assistance this morning?”
Sgt Gomez (mentioned)
ChazGhost (mentioned)
FireMaiden

 

[Inheritance]

Arentir Valtara​

"The King rules over his domain, and though we seek the tyrant's bane;
All hope is lost, for while he reins all swords of heroes are bloodstained.
And while the world is filled with rain, we hear the silent cry of pain.
The cries from the lost souls that died in vain, and the darkness from the king remains.
And while the light fights back in vain, the King of Pain will not be slain..."

Where did he hear that little rhyme? Was it in a dream? It had been hard to distinguish the dreams from reality these days. He needed something to do, something to concentrate on. He was pretty sure he was heading towards the capital, but he really didn't know. It was certainly possible, he was listening to one of the voices...the one that had become the most prominent in his dreams.

Of course he wasn't crazy or anything. He'd know that. Right? Of course hearing voices while one was awake and full minded was one thing, but hearing voices while you dream is hardly a sign of insanity. He knew he spoke when he slept. Softly, sometimes even so quietly that even in a silent room one would have to be right next to him to differ his speaking from his breathing. However, what really worried him was when the nightmares were deep, and he would awaken, knowing he had been close to shouting in his sleep. He didn't like this not because he didn't like disturbing people, or because it blew through his mask of calmness and quiet all-knowingness. He hated it, because even he didn't know what secrets he might have been spewing in his sleep, in the common tongue or not. He was certain that he spoke in other languages too-ones that he wouldn't even know while he was awake. Still, he justified it each time, because while he didn't know anyone else to have such a connection to the Shadow World, so who else would be subjected to nightmares like he was? Besides, everyone knew that if you whisper into the void long enough, something will end up listening. It was just a matter of being sure he was the one to master whatever decided to respond to his sleep talk.

It had been a while since he had rested, and the great palace was a warm sight to his cold heart. He continued moving slowly, as he wasn't that great of an athlete, of any kind. Still, he wanted to get there quickly, he had work to do. The King's love of dark magic was a well known fact, and Arentir knew that he could capitalize on that. He wasn't the best magic user-at least not with traditional spells- but his illusions allowed him to take the guise of a traditional mage, and his access to the Shadow World would make him a great candidate to teach the King magic. Besides, he wasn't about to stay in any town where the war could consume it. He had plans, and the rebels were messing them up. There was nowhere safe he could stay to learn about his craft, as his parent's drove him out of the house before he could really tap into the true power that the shadows could give him.

His parents...both of which hated him for his failure to learn the traditional arts. They harassed him constantly, and drove him out of the house at a young age, leaving him to fend for himself. They even got the entire town's folk in on it- and after they imprisoned him for 6 years, they kicked him out, and the townspeople drove him away.

At least that's how it played out in his mind. If one were to dig up his past, they might find that his parents were both loving souls, and accepted him no matter how his magic strayed from the norm. Even when he began dabbling in the shadows, they still supported him. It was his frustration and constant disapproval of his pears that drove him deeper into the shadows, and on the night of the solstice, the shadows spoke to Arentir yet again, this time, requesting a most malicious request, in exchange for power. Arentir took it, and by sacrificing his town to the Shadows, his power grew tremendously, but his soul that was once pure was shaken to its core. In the two years he traveled, his mind twisted the reality of him performing forbidden rituals and sending his parents and peers alike into the unforgiving Shadow World into the fantasy that he was driven out by a cruel family and an even crueler town. At this point, even he was unsure which story was real.


He had finally reached the Palace, the place where he could finally crack down and get some work done. Of course he would need the King's favor first, so that had to be phase one. Shame. He slid through some gates, probably breaking a few official rules, but he didn't mind. He would be above those rules soon enough. He strolled about the castle grounds, wondering where the hell he was supposed to go. He of course made himself look as confused as possible, hopefully to draw the attention of some bystander and drive them to give him directions. Of course he hardly looked like some random wanderer, but if nothing else, guards could point him in the direction of the King.

Ms. Sparrow ChazGhost Reo7 animegirl20 kenchin

 

[Reo7]

Sir Thiothus Ranel

Chapter 1: A New Dawn

8:00 am

The rhythmic sound of plated armor jingling gave echo to the quiet hallways of the inner castle. Amid each step, the jingling would continue to follow after Thiothus as he steadily made his way across the cobblestone floor. He wore his usual apparel of bronze colored steel & chain armor alongside wearing his iconic helmet to mask his face. Around the chest laid a dark crimson cloak marked with the kingdom's coat of arms. He didn't feel ashamed in wearing the king's colors as he strode past the castle walls, only felt prideful of how far he's come across. And while there were folks who openly supported the king and his endeavors, there were many others who had greatly despised him at every corner. Thus made it difficult for Thiothus to wander freely without experiencing disrespect and passive bitterness from the local populace. Nonetheless, he managed to cope with the natural hostilities by offering appropriate etiquette and equal respect. He'd had never been the one to hold malice against those who didn't deserve it. He didn't blame them after all.

The early mornings had made the castle feel almost deserted. But being one of the few to be awake around this time had provided Thiothus the rare opportunity to preoccupy himself with his thoughts. He would have a bit of time before the king would wake from his slumber, prompting him to return to his side shortly after to perform his active duties. As he carried on his way toward the royal gardens, he began to hear distant groaning coming from one of the empty corridors. Turning the corner in curiosity, he happened to see Anastasia thoroughly dusting one of the tall bookshelves. This more or less surprised him since she wasn't supposed to be working hard in her current condition. And yet, he could already tell that she was suffering from the stress. Taking a moment to check his surroundings to avoid any unwanted observers, he gradually lifted his arm down at the other end of the hallway.

"Vimi digas."

In an instant, a grey magical circle began to emerge from the palm of his hand with several different incantations decorated within. A sudden gust of wind was then unleashed from the circle, blasting down the corridor, carrying any unsettled dust off from the remaining bookshelves and windows. Although the pressure of the wind was strong, he was careful enough to avoid knocking Anastasia down in the process. As the winds started to die down into a gentle breeze, Thiothus took the minute to remove his helmet. "And how many times did I tell you about taking it easy from now on?" he asked, favorably smirking at his beloved as he revealed his appearance. He'd expect that she would be mad at him for doing the work for her. She never liked it when he interfered when it was not necessary.
Mentioned: Sgt Gomez

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Anastasia Colettel​

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Anastasia gasped as wind began to rush through the hallway and stir up all of the dust from the shelves. At that point she knew it was his doing. Thiothus always told her that she needed to be more watchful of what duties she was assigned and how she went about doing them. Ana knew he was merely looking out for her and their child's wellbeing, but she was not made of a very delicate porcelain and could withstand the stress put on her body by her duties. He must have been close enough to spot her working if he had whipped up this gust of wind to clean the shelves. As the shelves became clean she sighed before fixing a few loose strands of hair that had slid out from under her maid headband.

"And how many times did I tell you about taking it easy from now on?" Thiothus said as he walked towards her. To Ana his words rang with self righteousness believing that he had done the right thing by helping her. It merely stirred up a big pot of hormonal soup and he was going to get a big serving of it. "I must do what is assigned to me sir knight," she said with spite dripping from her lips. She wasn't sure who was around so if she was caught talking to a knight improperly, it would be bad. "You had no right to interfere with my duties sir knight and we have discussed this topic before," she pauses as the baby begins to kick causing a few pained grunts to escape quietly from her lips. After the episode was over she continued to speak, "Even in my current condition I am fully capable of doing physical labor. I am not fragile like the finest china plate in the castle so demanding me to rest will not only get me in trouble, but will cause more work for the other servant maids! I cannot allow that to happen!" She says louder and slaps him. A nice red hand mark would appear on his cheek as she stared at him angrily. She never meant to hit him that hard, but now he was marked (at least for the day).

Reo7

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

Sadima put down a stack of plates on the dining room table, doing her best not to break them in half as did so. She still had plenty of time to prepare for Alexander’s breakfast. She turned back towards the kitchen when a barely noticeable movement outside the window caught her attention out of the corner of her eyes. She approached the palace window and looked down upon the castle grounds.

Sadima inspected the hooded figure below, who looked slightly lost. What was his purpose? Why was he here? The lack of extravagance hinted he was not a noble, and lack of blades showed he was no guard or mercenary. It was her business to know. Besides, it gave her an excuse to break away from cleaning. Making sure no kitchen staff, maids, or guards at their posts were paying attention to her, she slipped quietly out the back exit of the dining hall. As she smiled politely to passerby's, giving them small waves and nodes to strangers, which was all part of the act, she went down further corridors that led to the outside of the palace. She’d memorized the palace by now, studying the maps she made and knowing it just from experience. She took the more difficult path, so to be seen by fewer people, although it wasn’t like people really paid attention when a maid left her post, it wasn’t something Alexander wouldn’t care about the mistakes of an insignificant maid.

Sadima stepped silently through the desolate hall, she could not make noise with her feet even if she tried. She moved catlike on her feet, just liked he trained her to be. Made her to be. Hearing quiet voices ahead, she quickened her pace down the hallway and stopped outsid ethe library door.

A male voice spoke in a familiar flirty, teasing. “And how many times did I tell you about taking it easy from now on?” Thiothus. Before the female voice spoke, Sadima already had a general idea of whom it was.

“I must do what is assigned to me sir knight,” Anastasia responded spitefully. Sadima fought the urge to groan out loud. Not again. Anastasia’s hormones were getting on her nerves. She would’ve knocked her block off by now if she didn’t have a reputation to uphold.

Naturally, she knew of Anastasia and Thiothus. While personally she thought it was a horrid idea to love anyone, she certainly wouldn’t stop it. Sadima has never said anything, despite longing to rub it in their faces, they were so seceretive of the relationship, a normal maid would never have noticed it. Grinning slightly as she heard a sound crack of a slap reverberate into the hallway from the library, she slipped silently by and kept her path.

Befriending Anastasia and Jane was for the sole purpose of blending in. To have actual friends, was impossible. People could betray you at any given time. You cannot make a friendship without trust. And if you could truly trust someone, it was only a matter of time until you would be the one to stab them in the back. That’s what he had taught her. She couldn’t have allies. Or friends. It was all foolish in the end.

But if danger were to come to Jane and Anastasia well... she’d probably help them out...some. Brushing thoughts of sacrifice away and stuffing them far away, Sadima exited into the back of the palace grounds and began making her way around towards where she’d last see the mysterious hooded figure.

Just who was this man? A snake? A fool? What was his agenda? Where did his alliance lie? What was his past? She would investigate further later on in her free time. She wanted to know before the King did, inform the rebels if it was important or not. While she didn’t always agree with the rebels, and she bashed heads with the rebellion leader on certain matters, she wanted a world free of Alexander. To put an end to something she’d started.

Sadima tied her long, black waves into a messy ponytail with a black bow that had been wrapped around her wrist, a few loose waves framing her face. The cloudy miserable weather matched her mood, the cold didn’t seep into her bones as it normally would for a human, her natural fiery Nymph blood warming her, and if anyone touched her they would find her quite warm to the touch. Which was why she kept her distances.

Rounding the corner, she sighed the hooded man and her expression took on its usual naive, innocence whenever she faced someone in the palace or around the presence of lots of people. With bright blue doe-like eyes, even managing to put the spark of caution in her eyes, Sadima hesitantly approached the man.

“E-excuse me sir,” she began, her voice quiet but mature in its own fashion, her fingers fidgeting nervously, “Are you looking for something?” She asked politely, swallowing nervously, her body tense, only the slight hint of a light, pretty accent gave away she did not hail from here, and already had she given him brief scan for hidden weapons before she’d approached him. She tilted her head curiously, toying with her hands nervously, everything about her screamed awkward and shy.

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[Inheritance]

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Arentir Valtara​

Looking aimless and lost was a pretty easy thing to do, especially when it was true. Of course he knew how to leave, that was obvious. The first thing he did in most situations was finding a place to hide where he could operate magic, and a place he could escape through. He didn't see many people, which certainly puzzled him at first, but ended up making sense when he thought about it for a bit. He kept looking around like he didn't know where he was, but was constantly eyeing the palace, trying to look for hidden ways in, out, or ways that he could make ins and outs. He couldn't see too much about the castle without giving away that he was looking directly at it, but he was still able to get a pretty good glance from under his hood. Lots of practice.

He was genuinely surprised though, when he heard a voice behind him. He whirled around, hoping whoever it was didn't see him jump (obviously it didn't matter who was behind him, it was better they didn't think he was startled, for numerous reasons), and was a bit appalled when he saw some random maid standing there. How could she have done that? He didn't hear anything, she was just there; and he had always been one for having eyes in the back of his head. Very few people could just sneak up on him like that, especially not a common maid. Perhaps if he was still traveling, he might have looked more into who she was on the spot, but looking at her, he just imagined she must have been creeping along because she was so shy. That had to be it, looking at her, she didn't appear to be dangerous in any way (though looks can be quite deceiving, anyone with half a brain would know that).

The only thing that worried him a bit, was the fact she could have stabbed him in the back, and been on her merry way, and he could have done little to nothing about it. He shrugged it off as being tired and sloppy, and would be back to a full mental state in a day or so. He figured he must have been quiet for too long, so he quickly mustered a response.

"Who the blazes...Erm...looking? Oh! Looking for something. Yes I am actually!" He kept a friendly smile, hoping his initial tone wouldn't give anything away. It probably wouldn't...she was just some maid after all, and for all she knew, he was nothing but a traveler. "I need to speak with his Majesty as soon as possible, it is a matter of urgency. Though I am willing to wait if there is something else extremely pressing." He kept a friendly face, tone, and overall demeanor on, hoping to lure the girl into a false sense of security. Years of infiltrating castle walls have taught him that maids know the dirt on just about everything that goes on in the castle, and they were great to have as friends. They could let valuable information slip out that they were too simple to understand the importance of.

"I am Arentir. Arentir Valtara. I come bearing gifts, and an offering. For you..." He pulled out what seemed to be a dead azalea, but it suddenly bloomed and sprouted to life, becoming an extravagant flower. A simple trick, and the flower would probably die by that night...mainly because it wasn't real. But she wouldn't know that, she would just think it died. "For being the first to speak to me since I got here! Everyone is so quiet for some reason..."
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[ChazGhost]

Alexander Del'Lanis

After a few minutes trip Alexander and the two guards following him. The castle's gardens was a sight to see with flower and plants from all over the kingdom. The gardeners were proud of there work, and Alexander even complemented them on it as well. Alexander enjoyed the garden and it's beauty which is why he made it a habit coming to it to relax in the morning. Alexander went over to a wooden bench and sat down. The guards kept a short distance from the king as he wanted to make sure that others don't read his book and possibly learned the dark magic. After looking around to check his surroundings Alexander opened up his book and began studying from his book. The guards had their weapons at the ready as the kept aware of the surroundings as they guarding the king.

@ Anyone wanting to talk with the king

 

[Dak]

James Trache​

James, along with the accompanying knights marched on while the entirety of his forces were with loved ones, and families. James had something that he had some gifts he had to give to the king. It took them a bit to make it to the castle what with present company and all. Being away for such a long time forgot how amazing and terrifying the castle could be. The smooth stone of the Ashlar that lead to the barbican and finally the gate. And so they marched.

They marched into the courtyard of the castle. Everyone eyed James and the accompanying knights. The royal guard gave them the most of the looks. James paid them no mind. He was meant to talk to the king, anyone else wouldn't be equal. James knew about the gardens, about their beauty and grace. It made him think of when he first laid eyes upon the beautiful princess, Anora. He hoped to see her again. Just getting a glimpse of her would have made their march home early all the more worth it.

When James had finally arrived at the gardens, he was stopped by the guards. "Step aside. I am General James Trache returning from a year long campaign from the Diamond mountains on order of the king. I am tired, I have lost men and most of all I haven't had a decent meal since I left.. I need to speak to him now... So either you move out of my way or I will have you gutted and thrown into the market square."

ChazGhost

 

[kenchin]

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Axel After Finishing his final set of the shadow training started to head towards the Mess Hall. Yes, he could eat at the Dining Hall with Nobels and King and His family because he was one of the Five captains but he felt like he needs to eat like the other knights of the kingdom or they will start believing he is just a joke or worse abusing his position. Axel cleaned his sweat from his face and put his sword on its hilt and started to walk through the garden where he saw in the distance His Majesty while he was reading a book that his Instinct's screamed destroy it with all your might but that is what the king wants so he walked towards the Guards and they immediately saluted Axel and went back to their post and Axel kneeled down and said " Your Highness thank you for giving us your persence on this wonderful day but may I ask what you are doing here so early in the morning it is very unusaul of you my Lord" said axel while he was still kneeling when suddenly he heard an argument with the guards in the entrance to the garden. " I know that voice excuse me your Highness for the disturbances of the guards " axel got up and went towards James and said Him, "I say about a year-long James we believed you would be back sooner troubled with the Dwarfs." Said Axel with a Calm look on his face but also letting Him and his squadron through toward the Garden" now before you give our Lord his Gith's let your men go to the Mess Hall and eat their hard-earned Meal " looking worried about the soldiers near death exhausted.

Dak
ChazGhost

 

[Dak]

James Trache​

James watched as Axel walked over to him and had told him that he should let his knights eat a well deserved meal. James would allow it, but he couldn't. He looked at Axel. "Normally I would have no problem with that. I would take care of my men, and for the most part I have. Most of them are home, with their families. But their are a few things that keep me from having them sending them home."

He walked past and knelt down before the king. "Your Majesty I am sorry to intrude on your morning... I have only returned earlier this morning bearing a couple gifts. Along with some things that we must speak about in a more private setting." He said standing up. "Bring him forward..." James had said.

There five people in total. Four knights, all heavily armored that held very large chains that led to one in the center. The one in the middle was short. Shorter then most men, but that is because he wasn't a man. He was a dwarf. He was built like a tree stump. Broad shoulders with a thick long brown and grey beard. He had thick chains around his arms and legs.

"Your majesty, I give to you Gorgo strongjaw. Leader of the Dwarven uprising... Along with that I also give you this..." The fifth knight walked forward carrying a beautiful doubled bladed golden axe. It had inlets with diamonds and other fine jewels. "I know you do not use axes, but it is a beautiful weapon that when handled by the right man can swipe down the whole world."

 

[Ms. Sparrow]

His response seemed to drone on for years, wondering how he would react. As he calculated his response, Sadima did her best to see under his hood to find his face, but she was interrupted by his sudden breakthrough in conversation. Finally. He revealed his intent, which wasn’t surprising at all. A stranger shrouded of mystery wouldn’t be here for a measly servant or guard. It was the urgent business he mentioned that caught her attention, but instead she blinked, looking dumbfounded and still quite awkward. His friendly tone made her suspicious. Nobels did not have time for servants and were often quite rude and blunt, manners didn’t matter when it came to commoners. His tongue was refined enough to have had education which meant he was no mere brute or soldier. A traveler perhaps? An advisor of some sort? The possibilities seemed endless.

Arentir Valtara. She would send word to her agents to find if he had given a fake name or if it was, in fact, real. If it was they would most likely be able to dig up some dirt. Sadima observes every movement, the way he spoke, the way he moved. Anything that could give away if he was dangerous, did he know how to hold a weapon? Or rather did he wield magic? Most who bared weapons were either armed to the teeth or wore something like leather. An assassin may cloak there weapons but may yet need an outfit to be able to move on they’re feet quickly. His outfit matched neither, which hinted towards magic. He had no hidden weapons, and the roads were dangerous to travel on, especially alone, and he had arrived with nobody. But she was yet still uncertain.

She watched with wide, curious eyes as Arentir suddenly produced a dead azalea flower, she was nearly insulted and would’ve said an insult back if she was not acting, but suddenly it sprang to life in a neat little trick. Normally she would’ve snapped the flower in half, or tried to bed the man, depending on looks and her current mood, if she wasn’t spying. But alas she was, and had to match the rest of the populations ignorance. “Oh!” Sadima exclaimed at the trick, jumping back with surprise at the lively flower he’d seemed to resurrect. She smiled brightly, looking quite fascinated and impressed as she applauded him for the trick. Excitedly, she graciously took the flower, her movements delicate and making sure her warm skin did not touch his. Upon touching the flower, her Nymph connection to nature made her realize the certain oddity to the flower, but her bright expression did not falter as she gently placed it in the front pocket of the dress-maid uniform.

She smiled brightly at him, as a naive girl would if given a gift my such a polite gentleman, pretending to be swayed, her smile turned into a shy one as she twirled a loose strand of black hair and looked at her shoes. “I’m Sadima, sir.” She introduced herself politely, giving a graceful curtsy. Her smile faded slightly at mention of the quietness of this place. “We live in difficult times sir, the palace is tense in these troubled times.” Sadima choose her words carefully, making sure she did not blame either the king or rebels for their troubles.

“The king is a busy man,” Sadima began, glancing at her shoes as she twirled a strand of hair with a finger, her tone polite. It was not entirely a lie, but she was determined to get as much from him as she could before she sent him on his way. “How urgent is your business?” Sadima asked, smiling shyly up at him as if she had a slight crush on him. The questioned seemed innocent enough if one fell for her expression, when in truth she was really asking what exactly his business was.

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[FireMaiden]

Princess Anora Del'Lanis
Anora's Room - Garden Shortcut to the Dinning Room​

The door to the Princesses room opened, traveling that she was up. Odd because she normally sleeps in a little longer, and would still be in her sleepwear, she was ready for the day. Adorned in a red dress with a high collar that gave way to a opening at her chest, (basically what's in the picture), the dress fluttered around her. It gently brushed the groundnas she walked, instinctively tucking her warriors braid behind her ear, Anora was a sight. Giving Jane a polite flash of a smile, Anora walked past the maid. "Obviously not, but thank you for asking." She had been feeling productive that morning, hence the reason for her early rising and already having been dressed. "I'm going to the Dinning hall, please, return to your duties."

The sound of her heels clicking again the marble floors echoed through the halls as she walked. Not with great speed as Anor a was taking her time, but not to slow either. She was actually debating on which route to take to the Dinning hall. However, upon looking around, she realize that the Garden route would be the best. What better way to start off a morning than with a walk through the gardens? The fresh air, the greenery, despite the cloudy skies and rather cool temperature, it was always nice out there. However, once she stepped outside and the cool air touched her cheeks, she seriously reconsidered.

Until she saw a mass of guards. And more importantly, her brother.

So, while staying on the stone path, with a relaxed walk, she began to walk along the path to the kitchen entrance. Partly because she wanted to check on breakfast. Oh, and see what was going on. She paused at a certain point, about halfway to her destination, when she finally spotted what all the fuss was about. James was back. A small smile graced her lips as she waved to him, but it fell when her eyes turned upon the man in chains. Her smile turned to a frown, and her friendly waving turned to crossed arms; partly because of a sudden chill. Anora knew what this dwarf's fate was going to be, and knowing her brother, it was going to be gruesome. But as of now, there was nothing she could do. Dak ChazGhost kenchin animegirl20

 

[Haka]

Ichino:
Location: East Side Garden Balcony
Interactions: None/Open
Mentions: ChazGhost

“Interesting…..so tunow roots are able to cure most diseases in only a few days by simply eating them raw? Doesn’t seem like they grow anywhere near the kingdom though…..I should really convince his majesty to allow me to lead my men on a search for these. Our sick could be back on the front lines in a short time rather then the weeks spent providing constant care” Ichino said before closing his book and standing up from his seat. Ichino had been studying the finer arts of medicine and history almost all night, which of course led to the young archer to become a bit exhausted. A yawn escaped his lips as he began to stretch out his arms, legs, and back as popping noises could clearly be heard. He reached for his bow that had been leaning against the table slinging it over his back as he then took off with his book to start off his daily duties as a captain. Due to his immense skill as an archer he was placed in charge of all marksmen units and often spent his days training both new recruits and supplying his fellow captains with the necessary amount of men that they required. It was also today that his recruits would take their final test in a great hunt with the size of their kill determining the amount of points they received. Usually a simple wolf would pass the new recruits, but some of his newest additions possessed skill that exceeded his usual standards to which he was excited to see what they would bring in. Sadly he himself could not join along due to having to attend the burial of his tribe's elder so he would have several of his men guide over them during their final test. A heavy yawn escaped the mouth of the young archer as he continued to quickly walk down the hallways of the great castle.

"I wonder how the others are doing?" He asked himself before gazing out the window that allowed one to view the king's beautiful garden from the inside, but with this led an unfamiliar sight that immediately caught his eye. It would appear that James had returned from his battle with the dwarven rebels even bringing along with a prisoner which caused Ichino to clenched his teeth before releasing a silent bit of cursing under his breath. "Why the hell would he bring a prisoner back here?" Ichino asked himself watching as the short man stood before the king in shackles. The reality was that Ichino often felt bad for the creatures he and his fellow peers slayed in the name for the king. This was also a weakness of Ichino's as he would often allow the supernatural to escape should he be given the opportunity to spare their lives, this also made him the softest of his fellow captains. Turning his head from the view of the garden the young archer quickly made haste to the east side balcony the get a better view of his majesty and and the dwarf. Pushing aside the glass doors that allowed entryway to the balcony Ichino quickly walked to the edge leaning his body against the stone railings his free hand griping against it as his right hand held onto his book. He watched the dwarf and Alexander carefully watching to see how Lord Alexander would react to the prisoner dwarf in his possession.



Jaune:
Location: Hallways of the Castle
Interactions: None/Open
Mentions: None

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Entering through the beautiful castle doors Jaune’s face was overtook by that of both sadness and anger. Usually his patrol units were successful at both avoiding the rebels and keeping to their own in order to ensure safety. However, with constant safety comes complacency on dangerous levels. After discovering one of his units had not checked back at the intended rendezvous point that had been set the previous night. After sending out a search party their bodies were found brutally massacred with both decapitation and one even being completely sliced in half. The blood that spilled from their bodies were on the hands of the young knight for ensuring they minded their patrol paths and placing such a young captain in charge of the group. After providing the group with a proper burial he made haste towards back to the castle to deliver his report to the Alexander. He had relieved his men of the rest of their duties today to allow them to return to their families for food and rest. He would also need to notify the other families of their lost sons and fathers that had died by the hands of the rebels. A emotionless expression overtook the face of the giant man attempting to mask his true feelings on the subject at hand. As he continued down the hallways of the castle his mind began to fluctuate through different thoughts. Some concerned the report he would need to deliver to his king meanwhile others were on how he would break the news to the soon to be mourning families. Their work wasn't pretty, but its what kept the people safe from harm. He began to rub his face to release the soreness of his exhausted face as his constant lack of sleep due to the amount of patrols he constantly had to supervise began to cause black bags to eventually form under his eyes. It was also around this same time that the large man's belly began to growl ravenously causing Jaune to groan in frustration. "I should really grab something to eat" the young knight said to himself.

 

[animegirl20]

Location: Castle outside the Prince’s room
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Jane’s eyes widen in surprise when the door opened and saw the princess was actually up and dressed. She bowed as the princess left saying she was fine and to go back to her duties. “Oh uh yes your highness.” She stood there for moment then looked down the hall to the next royal family member’s door. Princess Raven. Jane sighed happily it wasn’t her week to help out Princess Raven. The maids took turns every week cause Princess Raven was a handful. She walked on down to the Prince’s room and knocked on his door. “Sir it’s Jane do you need any assistance t his morning?”
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FireMaiden

Location: Castle- Training Grounds
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Wendy woke up early at 5am like she did everyday and got dressed into her training clothes. Once she was dressed she headed into the kitchen and grabbed an apple to eat for breakfast then headed out to the training grounds. This was her reuteine every morning. She usually practiced until 9:00am or a little after inked she had duties to perform. Right now she was on the training grounds with her sword going through her morning exursice.
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[ChazGhost]

Alexander Del'Lanis

Alexander enjoyed his peaceful mornings reading his book, usual of course. But this morning it seemed that a few people wanted to see him. First came general James Trache. "Welcome back general" Alexander said closing his book and getting up to walk over to James and waving the guards back off.. Then came the second visitor, Axel. "I've been getting up this early for awhile so I can spend an hour or so to relax before I get to my needed duties" Alexander explained to Axel. Then Alexander turned back to James as he presented his presents. The presents being the dwarf leader of an uprising and a beautiful axe. "This is quite good. I don't use axes but this one would look nice in my study or perhaps in some where else to show off. Or to use for other matters" Alexander said studying the axe before looking to the dwarf. "Put him into the dungeon, I'll deal with him later today. Also make to put in the cell with the strongest bars, dwarf are know for the strength and I prefer he doesn't escape" Alexander said with bit of glee in his tone. "After you have your men rest and get some good food come see me in my study and can discuss what you brought a few moments ago." Alexander stated curious as to what James wanted to talk about.

kenchin Dak FireMaiden Haka

 

[Inheritance]

Arentir Valtara​

He was certainly pleased that she was so easily wowed by his illusion. Anyone with a hint of magic would feel nothing but a dead flower, and by the next night or two, it would revert to that. It required little to no energy from him, and it was a nice little party trick, one that could charm a lot of people. She played her part well, giving him no reason to believe she wasn't exactly like who she was acting like-a shy little maid that was simply serving the King the best she could. While she certainly wasn't an idiot, he couldn't tell how clever she actually was. Better not to dismiss her as anything, but at the moment he could lower his guard....slightly...

Of course it would be foolish to lower all barriers, you never knew who was watching, listening, or plotting. He took a step back, and gave a half bow, smiling in his head about the "troubled times". His face of course, had the same friendly expression that it always had, and always would to people he was trying to fool. He shook his head, "Rebels...it's their fault really. Their cause is too weak to rally behind, and their constant fighting is nothing but a bother." He would have finished there, but he wanted to try something. See if he could confirm or deny how much this maid knew. So far she'd done a brilliant job of staying neutral, but he wanted to see if he could get something out of her. "Don't you agree?"

Before waiting for a response however, he answered her previous question. "Urgent enough that the King will certainly want to hear about it! It involves an offer, a game of chance, and a gift." He paused for a second, less for dramatic effect and more because he thought of something new to say. "And news." Did he have news? Who knew, he'd figure something out. He always did.

His mind had started working, and his responses were more fluid and reactions quick and more natural. It had been a while since he had actually needed to do this, most of the time he was traveling alone. Traveling alone...that might give a bit too much away. He wasn't armed at all, and if he was a traveler he would have to be. Anyone with half a brain would know he had to have magical talent, or extreme luck. Both of which, is something to envy. There wasn't much he could do about it now, but nevertheless he still began to brainstorm a plan, or a story for him if she asked.

 

[kenchin]

Old Location: Garden's
New Location: Training grounds
Interaction's : animegirl20 Wendy​

Axel simply bowed and said to Alexander " Yes my Lord I will go on my way and sorry for disturbing you on your free time " Axel then simply moved and looked at the Dwaft and Axel simply closed them and said a small prayer for him " Let your Body become swords and your blood become steel and your soul into fire " and then left towards the Training ground because he has to meet with Wendy for his daily sparing before they go to get food. that's where he saw her working hard " Wendy are you up for a quick match " said axel taking out his sword and looking at Wendy with determination"