Fantasy The Tyrant King(ALWAYS OPEN)

[Xevia]

It was not his intention to be up and about all night as he did, but Ivan could not help but pore over the large table repurposed for the entirety of a kingdom - one he had lived in, one he vowed to save, one he said he's make whole again from its shattering and dust pieces. In the hall of a Council Room that held no council, this little sanctuary for thought and advise was understood to be his, directly below the king's and his siblings' own quarters, as if his very quarters and his very presence was the last stand against all and any that threatened their place in this world - symbolic, but never odd. Alexander's father had taught him many things, just as he taught His Highness, and that was why he still stood there today. He was a shield, even if he did not carry one.

Many would find him easy to blame. He rose far too quickly for a young earl from a barony leagues out of the capital, and to believe purity was the only trait of his climb was foolish. Or so they thought. Ivan only considered himself lucky - blessed with intellect, an understanding of things one could only start so late into their lives, and a title that helped. Perhaps it wasn't a title to sing songs about, but one that lent a hand anyway. The king he served was moved by fate to be timed in his own, and that was even luckier. A young boy catching the eye of a king as he gathered his vassals in its plight against the outside and its corruption inside. He found himself missing the late king dearly as he worked night and day for the new one. A remarkably peaceful man, he was. Only he and Alexander knew why he was taken from this world when death did, a secret they both held and promised not to breathe out.

An indirect breeching of their pact came when Alexander attained the years he needed to rule. He took his army, one that he had helped him build and strengthen, and set it loose like dogs to the innocent. This act of separatism, he bore with as much grace as he could muster, unable to keep the reins at bay. As one born to ride a horse, that was not something he found easy to swallow. At his side, Ivan still stood, thinking of the ones who could not or will not take up their arms against their own leader - victims all, similar to the ones that they put to the torch. But he never stood idle. He had eyes, he had ears, he had a brain in his head - they were constantly being used, and would never stop. He was merely a servant, but not to any man. He was to the land and all its peoples. One of the select few who had the luxury to get to be on two sides at the same time.

He knew who they were, he knows what they do. He had spent enough time in courts to know how to play.

But that was not his only concern, for he struggled with his own mortality. The talent in the dark arts that he possesses is beginning to prey on his earthly body - soon he would have to leave it, until he learns to get a proper hold again.

The map with its careful and delicate pieces stretched before him in the silence of flickering candlelight until the dancing ceased and he was accompanied by the steady stream of day. No one but him has been in this room since Alexander deemed it unnecessary for a council - why have more people in position when you have one you could trust? - and the place was in constant disarray, intentional or no. Entrance was not prohibited, it was just unnecessary. Though the guards that guarded the entire building they were in said otherwise.

Ivan sighed. He was not tired - he did not really need sleep. Sleep deprived him of precious time. He was bothered.

The central atrium of the palace granted this place easy access to the rest of the buildings and halls, and that was where he and what was left of the royal family resided. Known to anyone with proper infrastructural education, it overlooked its surrounding areas, even as none from beyond could do the same. This allowed Ivan to view the early morning spectacle that took place, making it plain who were already up and about. The usual disturbance in the energy field told him most of the maids would be in full motion soon, and the entrance of the king's personal guard outside his door to get to the upper level was a sign Alexander had called. The night shift was over, making way for a new dawn for the guards, and there seemed to be a returning band of them as well.

One day more.

Ivan did not usually exit the Council Room that he had made his quarters until the sound of breakfast, but yet another disturbance was made, sensing something within the perimeter of the palace. Outside, it would have made little matter, as the sensation was only a ripple, but inside, it was his immediate concern. The cause was something he hadn't felt before; made a presence he was sure had not set foot in these walls since in the entirety of the time he worked for two kings. Consecutive ripples followed, until a final drop into the usually stagnant pool plopped, closer to another.

Whatever that was, it was his business to know.

Pinpointing where it had occurred was easy enough - this was his home as much as any. If there were anyone that knew of all its passages, it would make sense to be him. He didn't like taking advantage of this feature, and to use it now was not very fitting. Without warning, he opened the doors of the Council Room, came face to face with four guards that were left to guard the place, and bade them good morrow. He received a stiff salute, so he thanked them for their attention and continued on his way. His steps were slow, his expression was cool - he knew where he was going, and he knew for what.

Turning one winding corner to the area the servants would call "cavern entrance", his footsteps could be heard by anyone around the area. He was in no hurry, as he had already spotted them heading somewhere, but before they could reach their destination, wherever it was, he was upon them. He arrived with an embarrassed sigh of relief.

"I... truly hope I was not interrupting something important," he said as an apology. "A little bird called my senses... tapped on my anxiety for an intruder."

He gave a respectful bow first toward the maid, as he would most females, no matter the rank, and straightened. "I thank you, young miss, for finding this lost one wandering around here. Oh, what a pretty flower to adorn you," he commented with sincerity, nodding admiringly at the rest of her. She was indeed pretty, though he dared not overstep. There was a little princess to think about - one he could not help to be rumoured and paired with, and god knows what would circulate. Maids are often chatterboxes.

He turned his attention to the hooded man - the obvious source of this mysterious ripple even if he could not feel it. The attire was trying really hard not to draw attention that it does. Only those that has something to hide would do so behind a hood.

"If you're here for what I think you are, let me tell you I was the one who sent out those... invitations," he said the last part in a more hushed tone. Even if the king's interest for dark magic was known, Ivan needed to push those who can to step forward. No one would - or even should - just go around admitting that, most especially if they are not royalty. So he sent out notes to trusted people to search for this ability in individuals across the kingdom. "You'd have to inform me who found you, I promised a reward... I don't want to be known as another corrupt official that does not pay back for honest work. Owing 1,000 gold does no credit to anyone."

He looked over at the man with a tilt of his head. "If you are not here for what I think you are, however, I'm afraid I would need to have you escorted out. Sneaking in here is grievous offence, sir."

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[Ian Temero]

Inari Maya & AkikoTown Streets / Castle RoadIf one were to look for Maya in the crowds of the town you would not be in for much of a challenge. The eastern woman's slanted eyes and petite frame gave her an exotic beauty, she held herself with such grace and poise that one might think her a noble, add in the silken kimono or yakuta she always chose to wore rather than the common clothes of the west, and she stood out, much like a red rose in a field of daisies. But like that solitary rose Maya was the kind of beauty that one could not bring themselves to touch, only watch.

Akiko on the other hand, while she shared her mother's exotic looks, was easy to spot for a different reason. While Maya stood apart from the crowd, Akiko always seemed to be at the center of it. She was bright and cheery, always walking with a bounce in her step or even just strait up skipping, and people just seemed drawn to her. Even as they walked to the bakery the young fox was greeting and chatting up almost everyone they passed and a group of kids tried to pull her into their games, both to Maya's amusement and chagrin as she had to keep dragging her daughter away.

After a quick stop into the bakery to pick up warm pastries as promised, the pair started their trek to the castle. They had only been walking for a few minutes when Maya stopped and looked around. Seeing that the only other person around had their back to them she leaned in and whispered "Ready?" Akiko's grin and taking her hand was all the answer she needed.

Suddenly the town vanished and the pair found themselves a few miles down the road, the castle gates just barely in sight. It only took a second more for Akiko to let out a squeal of joy. She had teleported with her mom more times than she could count but it never ceased to amaze her. "Oh my gosh that is so awesome! When do I get to do that? When do I get to do that?!"

Maya chuckled as she pulled a hat out of her sleeve and placed it on Akiko's head. "When you're older."

"How much older?!"

"Honey, it took me a thousand years to gain the power to bend space-time. So, a lot older." Akiko puffed up her cheeks as she refused to except this while Maya turned and started down the road. "But while you're trying to age faster, let's go find Anastasia..."

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[Sgt Gomez]

Anastasia had been sitting in the less traveled hallway sitting on a chair with tear filled eyes as she held the pendant given to her by her beloved knight before he was sent on a mission. He had been gone almost a month and assumed dead since he had not written or reported in for 3 of the 4 weeks. She was sure that people throughout the castle had grown suspicious of who the father was since she had grown more and more isolated and depressed since his departure.

Ana stood slowly and waddled her way towards the kitchen due to the baby kicking gently in her belly to remind her to eat something. She knew that he would have gotten mad or upset with her for not eating at every meal for the baby, but how could she eat when she was so distraught over losing him? Their child would be born a slave and wouldn't have a chance at a better life like she had hoped. Ana hoped that Maya wouldn't come and check up on her because she would probably get a stern talking to for not caring for herself or her child.

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[hostage]

Echo

Echo slipped out of the chair she inhabited, rocking on her feet and closing her eyes as a sudden rush came over her. “I, in fact, did not sleep at all last night due to some unexpected presences near the camp.“ She smiled internally. That night, she had shifted into an owl to explore when she had come across a couple of men. When dawn had broken, Echo had abandoned them with scratched out eyes and missing fingers. Serves them right, being close to here... she thought, then snapped back to the present.

She bounced over to Savvy, plunking down into the seat across from him. Frowning at his matted fur, she produced a piece of cloth. “I’m hoping you taught somebody a lesson?“ she asked, flicking the scrap to him. She thudded her fingers on the table rythmically, her forehead knotting. “Where’s everybody else? I was at least expecting Crow to be here.“ Echo rolled her head back, releasing a sigh as her neck cracked.
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[Inheritance]

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Arentir Valtara​

The way she stopped crying so suddenly bothered him, considering there didn't seem to be many tears or wet eyes where there should have, or a red face, or...well if she was so emotionally unstable that she would jump around from curious to excited to sad to happy again, then she couldn't have that solid of a mind. But once again, her eyes suggested otherwise, and any thought that he may have of her being just a simple maid would just be nagged at by the fact that he just couldn't shake something about her. He had no idea what, if there was anything at all, but he just....thought there might be something! Well his pondering face would not be shown, in it's place he put a face of boredom as they traveled through the palace halls. He wasn't quite over entertaining this maid yet, but he figured if his plans began to form in his favor then he might be able to sneak around and find stuff about her. He figured she didn't know where Shadow Doors were located, and could try and spy on her later. But then again, it was a possibility his suspicions were folly, and there was nothing more to be seen here.

He kept following her, watching the hallways, looking at the Shadow doors he was certain only he could see, until they were stopped by some...guard? He wasn't sure. He certainly didn't like the interruption from anyone other than the King. He looked at the man blankly, not wanting or needing to betray anything to him until he proved to be useful or a strong ally. Ally was a nice word, but it was one that most people liked. He preferred puppet, or tool, but they liked ally, so he used ally; just like he used all those other words that ignorant people love to use. He said nothing, just watched, until a shadow fell over them all.

Of course it wasn't a real shadow, he would like that, and if he didn't he could bend it to his will. No, this shadow wasn't quite a literal one-nor was it completely metaphorical. He was certain that there was indeed a shadow that was being cast over them, but to say that there wasn't a metaphorical shadow that had appeared would be wrong. He didn't whirl around, that would show too much. Instead, he very slowly and casually turned to face the man who had cast his presence over them. Of course he didn't need to turn around to see who it was; rumors were built on truth, and if half the rumors he heard were true, the King was the only person in the land who could fit the feeling that fell upon the group. Still, he moved very casually as he took a few steps back, moving the King into view, but moving so that it might look like he was just moving a bit, but of course he was broadening his field of vision.

To his delight, he saw that both of the others, the guard and the maid, were clearly uncomfortable, and that would be putting it lightly. Both of them tensed up (which made him suspect a bit less of the maid-perhaps she just looked intelligent but just wasn't), and both of them began to act very on edge and stiff when talking. It seemed that his initial theory was correct, and he had apparently chosen the correct side here. He would have smiled, but that just would have been unprofessional. He waited for the tension in the air to grow thick enough to hold, until yet another one joined the little gang.

This one, was different. He could feel it, and not in the way that the others had been. This one knew of the Shadows, of the Dark, and before he even spoke Arentir knew what he was going to say. Invites? What a way to send them. At least, what a great way to send them to be sure that the ones who would make use of them would get them. He wasn't sure where they were sent to attract the Lords of the Shadow, but they had gotten the message, and delivered it to him while he slept. It was a rather genius plan, as the weak ones that tried to march in with some written invitation would be dispatched quickly, all in the name of getting rid of the weak magi that may serve the rebels; and the strong ones that could hear the whispers of the Dark would come, and they would serve.

But he was not like others. He wouldn't be here to serve, he was here to further his own use of magic, and surely this man was no different. Things were getting better and better, there were more pieces, more moving parts. More of a challenge. He loved it.

Now who was this one? Clearly he was skilled, and could be respected. Respected enough that a stupid answer would be an insult, and that a real insult could get him into trouble. He didn't want to speak with anyone until the King had been spoken to, and the King was right here. Opportunities come and go in an instant, moments happen all around every individual. What makes one different from the next, is taking advantage of them, and this would be one of those moments.

The tension had fallen a bit, which disappointed him, but not enough to where he wouldn't take advantage of a moment to speak when it came knocking.

"1,000 gold pieces! What a generous price. If I told you I had wandered here is it possible I would get that? But even if you entertained me I would have to tell you I have little need of money, as I have everything I need right here." He said this, but didn't point or make any sort of sign where this "right here" was. He didn't realize the King's dark magic was that widely spoken of. "But you are correct, I am here about magic. I heard the King wants to further his own knowledge of the Shadows, and of the Dark. I assume he is already gifted in magic-" He stopped himself. "Of course, sire," he began with a low bow, "I should hardly speak to you as though you aren't here. I am Arentir Valtara your majesty, and I believe I have what you and you're..." He was going to say vassal, but figured that an insult to this obviously powerful noble might not be a good idea. "Well, I would say mage but I'm afraid I am not familiar with any of you all. But if you don't mind me saying, I am sure you have the gifted mind and certainly the power to learn what I can teach, all you need is the hand to guide it, to push his greatness even further. Besides, there are plenty of perfect victims for testing the craft- and all of them happen to be aligned under the pathetic flag of the rebels."

Not his best speech, but he needed to find out a few things; mainly, who had the power here. It was possible this was all a puppet scheme. He was interested in all of them now, and watched from under his hood as he plotted where to begin to tie his strings...

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[ChazGhost]

Alexander Del'Lanis

Alexander listened to Sadima as she named their mystery guest, Arentir Valtara. Alexander smiled slightly as he could tell how nervous she was. He looked at her before turning to Lars, who was taking Alexander prevent much better, even calling him king A. Alexander didn't like the nickname but he let it go sense Lars was loyal and it wasn't the worst thing his subjects has called him, and Alexander knew it. Shortly after then the royal adviser, Ivan came and seemingly ignored Alexander and focused on there guest. Alexander let Ivan talked and decided deal with him ignoring him later. Alexander was interested if Arentir came after getting an invitation Ivan sent out. "If some one finally accepted one of your invitation that would be interesting." Alexander said looking to Ivan

With the other giving their ideas finally their guest, Arentir, spoke up to the king. And at the very least Aretnir interested Alexander with his choice of words and how careful he seemed. "I see... Mr.Valtara you have my interest, for now." Alexander calmly stated. "I of course would like to see if you are more then just words. I need to know if you have the magic talent and knowledge that interest me... And if don't interest me then I'll have you arrested for breaking into the castle properly and put into the dungeon before... Well you'll fine out if that happens." Alexander continued as he began walking again down the hall. "But for now it's time for breakfast, if you like your welcome to join me and we can discuss this further over a nice meal." Alexander said looking back to Arentir. Alexander's guards looked to Aretnir and signaled him to follow Alexander as the had their hands on the hilt of there weapons.

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[FireMaiden]

Princess Anora Del'Lanis​

"More like I have some important matter to take care of that require me to have even gotten out of bed today," She said, giving James a smiled paired with a cocked eyebrow. "Is my business of importance to you?" She then asked, "Or would you like to join me for breakfast?" Her cheeks had a slight twinge of pink, the same gose for the tip of her nose. The chilly morning air was getting to her, reguardless of what she would want many people to believe. There was a small rumor going around that because of her cold heart, the cold air didn't bother her like a normal person.

Anora was also hoping he'd accept her offer for breakfast, as she would need a filter for dealing with her brother. It was very out in the open that she was not a fan of what he was doing, but her outright support of the Rebels so far had been kept a secret. She felt her brother wasn't above harming his family, and since he was the King, he did technically have power over her. Then again, he was her brother. That, in her opinion at least, came first, above him being the King. Reguardless, she was still to smart to really give into her snide remarks. "Well? Would you like to join us?" Dak

 

[FireMaiden]

Zora​

Last night had been less satisfying than she had hoped. A drinking contest with one of the other rebels which ended in his room. Who knew such a big man would be so small. She ended up laughing herself out of his room, and then back to the bar to drink more and ended up passing out in her room. Where, up until about three minutes ago, she was still alseep. But there's only so long you can do that for, especially in a place like this, listening to people like the tiger.

Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, she stretched out her wings, along with her arm; listing to the statsyfying sound of her shoulders popping. With a sigh, she let her arms drop as her wings took on a relaxed pose, allowing Zora to manuver through the room with ease. Bathing her armor, it took only a few minutes to pit everything on and grab her weapons before she left to go see who all was awake.

She was surprised that there weren't many people awake, but her good old buddy the tiger was there already. Along with Echo, who...what did she do again? Eh, she was to tired to really remember anything important. Walking over to the pair, she pulled a chair over and down. "Morning guys." Dafyddwilliams14 hostage

 

[Dak]

James Trache​

Before James could say anything his stomach spoke for him. It was a loud gargle, almost saying "Foooooodddd". James let out a sigh. "I was actually on my way to go and get some food..." He said thinking about the morning. He didn't have anything to eat. He had given out his ration that morning to one of the wounded soldiers in his army. He knew that he was going to have the opportunity to have something to eat when he got to the castle. Besides the cooks in the castle were some of the best in the land.

James nodded to the knight that was in company. Anora was a very important person in the land, so she was to be guarded by some of the finest knights that were trained. James didn't train this knight, but that was fine. Some knights couldn't hold up to James's reputation. He laughed in his head when he thought of that. The only reputation James had was when he flew into his rage. That was a reputation that not a lot of people would like to have.

"...I would be honored to join your highness in getting some breakfast." He said humbly bowing. He played. He would do this from time to time with her. She was a princess, and some would say she was rather cold hearted, but James didn't see it. He saw a beautiful women. "I hope this past year wasn't to boring without me." He jested.

He followed her to the kitchen.

"I can't help but notice that there are some fresh face's here... Did his majesty fire the old crew?" He asked following her into the kitchen. He pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit before pushing her in. He was nothing if he wasn't a gentleman. He walked over to his seat. He removed the giant sword from his back and leaned it against the chair and sat down.

"But seriously thought, how has it been this past year? What have I missed?" He asked. He wanted to know what had happened since he had gone for so long. "How have you been?" He asked. He did care for her, and hoped that she had been well this past year.

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[animegirl20]

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Raven was usually the last one of her siblings to leave her room in the morning. Every morning she e had breakfast in bed and had a servant girl come and help her get ready for the day. She sat infront of her vanity mirror as one of the servants fixed her hair. She was sitting there thinking to herself. She really did think her brother was a fool sometimes. Power was everything and he was killing off creatures that could give to him, how foolish. Though at the same time she didn’t really care. She cared for very little these days. There was only one thing kept her amused. “I’m done miss.” Raven was snapped out her thoughts. “Get out then.” The maid quickly bowed and got out as fast as she could. Raven laughed to herself. “Haha only takes one look to freak out idiots like her. How amusing haha and the men thier like whipped dogs...well not all of them. Speaking of which he could at least come greet me in the morning.” Suddenly feeling aggravated she stood up. “Whatever.” She then headed out her room. What a dull morning.
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[FireMaiden]

Princess Anora Del'Lanis​

She had to admit to herself, she was happy that James agreed, though she really didn't doubt that he would. She began to walk again as he took over as her guard for the morning, which was something she liked about him. Anora didn't need to ask him to do something like that, he just did it. However, Anora paused and turned around when he bowed, not being able to help the soft chuckle from passing her lips. "With out you to keep me company, it was dreadfully boring," She said, before turning around once more and entering the kitchen.

The sudden warmth from the various fires as the cooks and other servants went about the finishing touches of breakfast, took over the chill from outside. As they passed troigh, many of them briefly paused to bow to her and James, as they normally did, until the entered the dinning room. Sometimes, Anora didn't see why it was so unnecessarily large. But, she looked at James to answer his question as he pulled her chair out. "Yes, you could say that." More like they all quit because the king refused to...what was it? Anora couldn't quiet remember what they had wanted, it happened shortly after James had left.

And now they waited for food to be finished, but that left them with even more free time to talk. When he asked about how everything had been, and what had happened, she began to think about some of the highlights. "Well, I was asked by the guards, the ones uou trainrd by the way, to participate in one of their war games. I won every time," She said with confident smile. "Alex has been getting more cruel over the last few months, Raven is the same as always, Ethan however is...well, I've actually been unable to really talk to him lately. It's sad but the truth," She paused, thinking again for a moment, "As for how I've been, ive been fine. It's been a little dull, but what can you expect, there's actually not a lot to do around here." Dak
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[Dak]

James Trache​

James laughed when she talked about the war games with some of the guards he trained. When James left he had taken a good majority of his best guards when he left. "Well then it sounds like I might need to give some extra training." He said giving a small chuckle. James was going to work with his men, but not for a while. They've been gone for a year, they deserve to spend some time with their family. He'll wait a week or so before giving a general recall.

James let out a light chuckle. "Well, it really depends on where you look for some fun..." He said giving a grin. James had no problem going out into the town. He was probably going to go out later that night. He could use a drink along with something he could use to relax. But it was easy for James, he was a general, he could go out at anytime he wished to. But the princess, that would be harder. She would need a escort and it would be an easy target for her to be taken out. That is, no one knows that she left with out anyone knowing.

"The only thing is that you need to sneak out..." He said quietly. "That seems like the best way for you to gout and have some fun." He said before sitting back. "But that's just the best way for you to see the people and have some actual fun." James looked over his shoulder to notice that one of the maids was bringing some plates over. James's stomach let out a loud grumble.

James ate his food. "mmmmm.... I gotta say the kitchen here is a lot better then what we have out there in the field." He had always preferred the castle's food. It was so much better than anything he had in his life. It was one of the few things that he looked forward to when coming home.

He figured that the king, Alex, grew darker. When James left he was growing it darker and darker. He feared that one day, the king, would grow to dark. He was already dark as it is. Now he was growing to dark. It's only a matter of time till the people rise against the king. James didn't know whose side he would have to join. He was meant to be loyal to the king, but he swore to protect the people.

FireMaiden

 

[kenchin]

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Axel walking to the Kitchen he passed by Princess Raven's Room He noticed that she was not going to eat in her room and Axel simply, Bowed and looked at her and said " good morning your Highness without any feeling he just showed his respect because she has the royal blood in her. " If you don't mind me asking what are you doing out of your room so early your highness" Axel looking towards the corridor he didn't notice anyone but he looked like he was looking for someone special to him a certain maid he is always watching over hoping he could ask her to eat breakfast with him today.
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Crow walking Towards the Bar where they usually meet, the rebel's he hoped they all got his message with his Pet crow's he entered and started to drink and with the low red glow in his eye's he could taste the nice and gentle burn of the whisky he is drinking and he looked at the master of the Bar and simply asked. " Have any of them come by for the meeting we need to move fast I don't want to hear we are too late and he gets tortured to death. he slowly looked out the window and he could see the clouded morning and the Castle looking Gloomy as ever and simply with a frown he said " I Failed once saving my family I won't fail twice in a lifetime"
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[animegirl20]

Location: Castle- Dining Room
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Raven stopped as Axel approached her and bowed. “Is it still early I didn’t notice? Of course it’s really none of your business don’t you think?” She smiled at him though it was more smug. She stood there thinking for a moment. “Are you looking for someone?” She noticed him glancing around. Well to be honest she didn’t really care who was looking for. “Never mind I don’t really care.” She then walked off down the hall. She decided maybe she would pop in for breakfast. She probably wouldn’t eat but she could sit there and listen in to whatever conversation was going on. Once she reached the dinning room seemed like it was just her sister and someone else. She couldn’t think of his name. “Well it’s just you huh? No else has come yet?” She sat down and and crossed her legs relaxing inthe chair. She then glanced at her sister with a smile. Though her smiles always looked devious. “So sis how are you? Anything interesting going on this morning?”
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[kenchin]

Location: Hallway

Axel started to look for jane once more but how the princess nust asked he was about to reply because it was his duty to say the truth he was glad that she didnt care and left " well its a good morning today" he said knowing full well he is going to regret saying that axel then looked around and from afar he saw her he looked at jane and with out noticing he smiled gently and walked towards her"

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[Solemn Jester]

Grunt Crandall

In the small village of Dulan, under the cloudy skies. A large man sat, his feet dangling over the edge of the docks. His toes skimmed the surface of the waters, as a large net sat next to him. He was simply staring into the waters reflection. Humming to himself, happily.”Hmm hmm,” his deep voice ringing through the area. He smiled down at his own reflection, or so it appeared to be his own reflection. But the giant man known as Grunt saw more. He stood up, and grabbed the end of the rope next to him.”Okie fishies..” he spoke in a slow almost barbaric manner.”Time to go home.” He suddenly pulled at the rope, revealing it lead to the water. With a single mighty tug Grunt had lifted a net full of flopping fishes.


He tried to count the fish, making sure he had a good haul.”One...two...uhh..two..uhh..more than two..is good haul!” He said with a jolly laugh. He turned away from the docks, and began to lumber away. Seemingly with no location in mind. However after only a few minutes of walking, mainly due to him being distracted by his fishy friends flopping about. But he soon found himself standing at the small cottage that was his home. He smiled happily, excited to get home he slammed the door open. Causing a loud boom to fill the house,” Mamas! I is home!” He cheerfully roared as he entered the house, his net full of fish still on his back.”I gots fishies! Looks its more dan two...uh I think..?” He said lifting the net to show her, and scratching his head now not so certain about his haul.

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[SidTheSkid]

Glinda Crandall ~ The 'Hag' Witch
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• IC
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• (Location: Dulan Harborside, Crandall's Residence. )(Mood: Annoyed as usual.)
  (Interactions: Grunt ~ Solemn Jester )
  (Mentions: Grunt )
  
  Swirling distended clouds loomed over the undisturbed harbor of Dulan, Seagulls made vociferous trills from their tiny lungs sung throughout the small village as they magnificently soared above. Shivering gusts of wind gently caressed the bare skin of the occupied townsfolk, giving them a freezing ‘kiss’ that they seemingly ignored as they ambled along the wharf’s moss enveloped planks which brushed lazily against their boots. Nobody seemed to mind the blustery daybreak, it was just another Sunday morning in the village of Dulan! Especially when it came to a doddering-looking woman who hunched slightly over the ink stained counter of one of the many storefronts aligned around the vast market place. Wrinkles vividly displayed amidst the elderly lady’s disinterested expression as she sluggishly pushed her cheeks up, situating her face onto the bony palms of her hands as she rested her elbows onto the wooden counter, listening endlessly to patrons who commonly referred as “Granny Glinda.” But to all, she was known as Glinda Crandall, the soft-spoken old woman of Dulan who always had the ‘brightest’ of smiles even on the most dreadful of days. Not to mention the reputation she’s received from having such a hulking ‘ogre’ of a son, a behemoth sized fisherman who dwarfed all of those around him in height alone, in-fact he should be arriving rather shortly after his daily morning trawling. “Granny Glinda?” The customer’s voice spoke, promptly stirring her attention back towards him after being awoken from the splendid daydream she was having. “Oh, sorry dearie must’ve been dozing off again! So, Rosemary was it? I’m sure we have a bushel in stock.” Glinda’s voice spoke, a sympathetic tone hanging off every word before dawdling off to the back of the homely dwelling and momentarily searching through various handcrafted woven baskets until she found the herb she was looking for. “Ah, here we are!” After wandering back behind the lonely checkout, Glinda gave a charming smile to the middle-aged man behind the counter as she placed down the basket. “This should do, I hope you have a wonderful day young man.” After giving a ‘innocent’ wave, she cautiously descended the storefront’s shutters before letting out a gracious sigh and returning to her frowning disposition as she waddled off to the bubbling cauldron she was engrossed in before that good for nothing showed up! Oh well! At least his currency proved useful.
  
  Sounds of eerie magic flooded the house as she churned the timber ladle around the rim of the pot, taking in all of the delicious spices and ingredients, before deciding to add a few pinches more until ‘Boom!’ That bumbling buffoon Grunt bursted through the entryway of the cottage causing the now startled Glinda to drop everything into the cauldron, splashes of water spurted up from the iron kettle as did a comical explosion of smoke and magic which unpleasantly whizzed into her face, blasting the entirety of her egg-white hair upward into an awkward pose as she watched dumbfounded at another one of her creations being ruined by that clumsy son of hers. “Grrruuuunttt!” She shrieked out in alarm as she looked back at him, her eyebrows completely frazzled with hints of soldering fumes puffing off the ends along with the rest of her ruined hair. “How many times do I have to tell you not to burst through the front door like an oversized monkey? I spent hours working on making this and you just had to.. You know what, nevermind!” Glinda threw her hands up wildly into the air as she stampered towards Grunt with a curious look on her face, looking down at the fishes flopping sporadically in his net. Honestly, it was impressive seeing how many fish he had caught yet she was still displeased at how he managed to ruin nearly everything once again! “Not exactly two, Grunt. You did well! Now that you’re here we can actually get some things done for once. Here, as your reward for not eating all of the fish before you came back home.” Without a second to spare, Glinda ruffled through a crate of random flasks until she pulled out a cherry-colored container and placed it into his rough hands. “Here’s a drink, do not spill it! It’s strawberry flavored.” She quietly rubbed her hands together as she watched him mindlessly consume the potion, unaware of him being used as an experiment. “Are you feeling any younger yet Grunt?” Glinda’s eyes soon opened wide at the sight of his head transforming into that of a horse’s head, her jaw slacking down as she scratched her head awkwardly.
  
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[Dak]

Alfonz Nightwing
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Alfonz was walking through the halls of the castle. He, for the most part of his life, grew up in that castle. He was a member of one of the wealthiest families in the whole kingdom, the Nightwings. He was raised to be a proper gentleman. He was raised to stand up for injustice and to protect the people he loved the most against evil and wrong doing. He had already arrived that morning, due to being on a deployment from the home that he grew up in. He let out a small sigh. He was going to have a million things to do, like he always does. One of those was to go home to his families home. He had to let them know that he was home after a year of being away.

Alfonz turned left and continued down the corridor. He was with general Trache's procession that took the dwarvan leader to the king. He was one of the five knights that held a chain, keeping the dwarf at bay. His stomach had grumbled as he needed food. He knew that the kitchen in the castle was one of the best places to get food. They had the best cooks.

Alfonz mind began to wander as he walked through the halls.

"I wonder if my sisters had found someone to marry?.." His sisters were of age, and he knew that his father would be pressing for them to get married sooner rather then later. "What of father? Has he turned from his grouchy old ways?..." HIs father was very set in the old ways. Wanting to ensure that the family business is handed on to the next generation of younger people. "and what of mother? Is she still the kind and caring women that I know she is?..." His mother was very nurturing person that loved all her children. She was younger then his father, far younger, at least 10 years. But she was still a loving person that cared for everyone and everything. Alfonz would say he got his loving nature from his mother. He didn't want to think of his brother because he knew that his brother would beat him up if he heard anything about Alfonz worrying about him.

Alfonz snapped back to attention when he entered the kitchen. He was going to just grab something quick and be on his way. He quickly grab some fruit along with some milk. He was walking towards the door when he noticed a maid. Now Alfonz had seen a plethora of maids in his life, but this one was different. She looked sad. She was young, very pregnant, and very sad. "I'm sorry miss, I couldn't help but notice you seemed down. Is there anything I can do?" He said as he gave her a smile. His mother said that sometimes the only thing anyone needed was to ask them if something was wrong.

Sgt Gomez

 

[animegirl20]

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Jane turned as she heard someone walk up beside her. “Oh Axel Good morning I was just heading to the kitchen. Can I help you with anything?” She looked at a clock that was close by and check the time. “Oh it’s already passed 9! Sorry mind walking and talking I have to get to the kitchen.” And with that she started walking assuming Axel was next to her or following behind her.
kenchin

 

[Simply]

In the midst of the forest laid the young Faun who had spent most of his day admiring the beauty of nature in hopes of gaining new inspiration for his new poem. Lately Toxus had impeccable results revolving around his new masterpiece to the point where it seemed as if he would soon complete it. Of course with every spark of inspiration comes the unholy curse known as writer's block. Toxus sat on top of a large boulder letting his legs dangle as he began to repeatedly kick them back and forth as he continued writing on his small notebook. It was also at this time that young Toxus began crumbling up a small piece of paper chunking it out into the wilderness before rubbing his face in frustration. A loud yell then erupted from the irritated Toxus as he slowly began to fall to his back on top of the large boulder his eyes now glaring into the cloudy skies. A soft sigh escaped his lips as the leaves of the trees began to gently blow across his eyes as the mentally exhausted Faun concluded that he was putting too much stress on himself. "I need a drink" he mumbled to himself.

Slowly rising back up and jumping down from the large boulder Toxus began stretching his stiffened legs before making his way towards the tavern where his associates usually hung around. Toxus usually performed as simple entertainment for his acquaintances whenever he felt like playing one of his new songs. Of course, the alcohol served there was unusually delicious so it was another reason why he hung around the place. There were other reasons to list on such as it being the only way to the rebel hideout where he could use his healing song to help those in dire need, but the alcohol might have been the main reason why the tavern was such a favorite place of his. But not long there was yet another realization he had suddenly remembered. He was late. "FUCK!" Yelled the young Faun as his fur covered legs began to move at an astounding pace of speed. Luckily he managed to avoid running into anyone on his way to the tavern basically barging through the doors with immense force. Toxus bent over as he stood in the doorway of the tavern resting his hands on his knees as he continued to breath heavily before eventually muttering out a couple of words. "S-sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe the amount of wolves who attempted to turn me into breakfast" he said chuckling slightly coughing a bit as he attempted to catch his his breath due to the intense sprint he had just put himself through.

Oddly enough it appeared that not many people had arrived yet which struck a curious cord for the young Toxus. The young Faun approached the group of rebels who he for now called his acquaintances. In truth, echo was probably the only one he had considered a friend amongst the group as he did not know the others very well. Toxus was still somewhat new to the rebel forces becoming a healer for their sick and injured so he hasn't really gotten to know very many people just yet. He gave a small wave towards Echo along with a friendly smile as he remained bent over still a bit exhausted before finally managing to bring his body straight up once more. "I'm guessing the the meeting is getting postponed or is everyone just later then I?" He asked scratching his goatee in confusion.

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[SidTheSkid]

Glinda Crandall ~ The 'Hag' Witch & Grunt Crandall ~ The Ogre of Dulan
Collab Postie - Solemn Jester
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• IC
• Relationships

• (Location: Dulan Harborside, Crandall's Residence. )
  (Interactions: )
  (Mentions: Tyrant King Alexander. )
  
  Grunt drank the strange beverage as his mother had demanded. He smiled puckering his lips and titling the beverage back. It did taste as she had said, sweet like strawberries. Grunt was so happy that his mama had rewarded him. Even if he was slightly confused by her scolding earlier. After a moment he felt strange, before he knew it his entire face felt like it was puddy, then it suddenly went solid again. He blinked, his perception suddenly changing. But couldn't help but let out a joyful neigh as he saw his reflection. ”Mamas! When dids you get a pony! Hehe pretty pony!” He cheered running up to a mirror and rubbing it affectionately. But he stopped confused by the touch. ”Huh? Why is pony stuck behind glass? I want to pet pony.” He let out a big upset huff of air, as he was a child about to throw a tantrum. Something no one wanted from the big lug. His normal blissfully ignorant expression turned to anger, and he raised his fist preparing to strike the mirror in order to free his new pony friend. ”BE FREE PONY!” He roared as his fist flew towards the mirror. Shards of glass traveled through the air in volumes as Glinda ducked frantically ducked behind a nearby coffee table, using it as temporary cover before looking back up in utter confusion and outrage at Grunt’s absolute stupidity. “Grunt! What on Earth’s name do you think you’re doing you fool?! There’s no pony anywhere! You simple heade-” In a matter of seconds, mystical bursts of energy trailed out of her son’s ears while his deformed head begun to shrunk back down to its ordinary size, even taking back its original shape before it went back to normal. “Luckily, for you Grunt i’m a very patient mother today.” She rose up from her cover, aggressively tapping her elongated fingernails upon the marble counter. Another thing yet again destroyed by that ignoramus! She should’ve gotten a gold-fish instead of giving birth to this simpleton! Nevertheless she was use to being disappointed by his endless tirade of foolish behavior so it didn’t take too long for the elderly woman to ignore the previous disaster that had just happened, stepping carefully over glass to flick Grunt on the nose to scold him.
  
  “Oh what i’d do for a break one of these days.” Rolling her eyes in frustration, Glinda strolled out from the room with Grunt following her like a lapdog before she sat on the comfortable cushion situated at the base of her rocking chair. She couldn’t help but think there was an easier way to obtaining the resources needed for eternal youth! But how?! Both of them weren’t exactly wealthy, mediocre profits at best from their daily occupations. “Grunt i’m sure that someone like The King wouldn’t have problems like this!” Wait, that’s it! Glinda’s irritable mug shifted as an elaborate yet devilish plan consumed her mind like a dense fog. Surely in a position of power such as him, he can gain anything he desires with legions of men and women at his beck and call! “Grunt, I believe i’ve come up with an idea to make me, er I mean us very profitable people. I believe we should give this King of ours a bit of a ‘vacation’ if you know what I mean.” Glinda’s psychotic laughter spilled out from her throat as she rose her arms up like a stereotypical movie villain, contemplating the riches she would gain from murdering the present king. Grunt just scratched his noggin confused. His head had started feeling funny again. But had soon begun to feel better again. His mother yelled at him, and thumped his nose. Causing him to rub it in pain, like a dog licking its wounds. He tilted his head as his mother once again began laughing, and doing weird things. ”Uh... Mama's, you're doing tha weird thing with your face again. Should Iz go get dee cream?” He asked concerned for his mother's looks, as she always seemed obsessed with them herself. But she had said some else to confuse the giant. ”Uh...huh? Va... cation? We is gunna send him on a trip? Dats awfully nice of you mamas. But hows we gonna afford dat?” Grunt asked now rubbing his head, which began to ache from all his thinking. Of course Grunt never knew how to stop himself from giving some ridiculous input! Glinda’s laughter died down as did her mood after overhearing his son’s concern about her face and being asked if she wants him to go get the cream. “No, you fool! I do not want any of the cream.” Besides, it’s not like it did really much of anything for looks anyway instead of looking like a complete idiot with a mask full of ointment on. Glinda felt her blood pressure rising again after hearing him misinterpret her idea, literally thinking that they were going to take this poor fool on some sort of a field trip! “Ugh, i’m saying we... You know?”
  
  Suddenly she makes a gesture with her index finger, acting as if she’s cutting her throat only further confusing Grunt to the point where she simply furrows her eyebrows at him. “I’m saying we should kill him! Get rid of him, murder him! Put him six feet under, sleeping with the fishes! Dead! Dead! Dead!” Angered shouts shot through the air as she pointed at the poster of the King, zapping it a couple dozen times before it disintegrated into ash. She wasn’t exactly sure how that poster managed its way inside of that house of hers but it was quite convenient it was there so she could prove a point. Although it seems as if the both of them needed a plan of some sort, but what exactly? Glinda scratched her chin, gathering all sorts of thoughts to do the dirty deed. “We’ll need a way to get into the palace, something that guarded is nearly impossible to get in without the right information! Perhaps we should do some sneaking, figure out where the rebels are and steal their intel from right under their stupid little noses! Then we’ll be one step closer to getting what we want, let’s go Grunt we have some searching to do!” With that being said, she gathered a couple of supplies and adjusted her floppy straw hat atop her head as she stormed out the front door of the house, a wicked smile dawning on her crinkled face with the bulky-bodied Grunt following behind obediently.
  
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  Glinda's Relationship Bar:
  Grunt Crandall
  
  Bothersome Son
  
  
  Grunt's Relationship Bars
  Mama Glinda
  
  Cranky Mama

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Alfonz Nightwing​

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Alfonz was walking through the halls of the castle. He, for the most part of his life, grew up in that castle. He was a member of one of the wealthiest families in the whole kingdom, the Nightwings. He was raised to be a proper gentleman. He was raised to stand up for injustice and to protect the people he loved the most against evil and wrong doing. He had already arrived that morning, due to being on a deployment from the home that he grew up in. He let out a small sigh. He was going to have a million things to do, like he always does. One of those was to go home to his families home. He had to let them know that he was home after a year of being away.

Alfonz turned left and continued down the corridor. He was with general Trache's procession that took the dwarvan leader to the king. He was one of the five knights that held a chain, keeping the dwarf at bay. His stomach had grumbled as he needed food. He knew that the kitchen in the castle was one of the best places to get food. They had the best cooks.

Alfonz mind began to wander as he walked through the halls.

"I wonder if my sisters had found someone to marry?.." His sisters were of age, and he knew that his father would be pressing for them to get married sooner rather then later. "What of father? Has he turned from his grouchy old ways?..." HIs father was very set in the old ways. Wanting to ensure that the family business is handed on to the next generation of younger people. "and what of mother? Is she still the kind and caring women that I know she is?..." His mother was very nurturing person that loved all her children. She was younger then his father, far younger, at least 10 years. But she was still a loving person that cared for everyone and everything. Alfonz would say he got his loving nature from his mother. He didn't want to think of his brother because he knew that his brother would beat him up if he heard anything about Alfonz worrying about him.

Alfonz snapped back to attention when he entered the kitchen. He was going to just grab something quick and be on his way. He quickly grab some fruit along with some milk. He was walking towards the door when he noticed a maid. Now Alfonz had seen a plethora of maids in his life, but this one was different. She looked sad. She was young, very pregnant, and very sad. "I'm sorry miss, I couldn't help but notice you seemed down. Is there anything I can do?" He said as he gave her a smile. His mother said that sometimes the only thing anyone needed was to ask them if something was wrong.

Sgt Gomez

Anastasia froze and looked up at the source of the words with shock in her eyes. She didn't expect anyone to talk to her. Her mouth seemed to open and close trying to force out words but nothing seemed to come. The baby within her womb kicked causing the girl to groan and lean against the wall for support. "Im...im Ok sir I will survive," she trys to offer the boy a smile but the tears streaming from her eyes betrayed her intentions of lying to him. She missed her beloved terribly and wished he could be there to comfort her. She was all alone in this world now and didn't know how to cope. Her eyes seemed to lock with the eyes of the boy asking her if she was ok.

 

[Dak]

Alfonz Nightwing​

Alfonz looked into her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support. He could tell that she was lying to him even before. He moved over to give her his shoulder for support. He was about the same height as her. He helped her move over to one of the seats in the kitchen. When she was settled down. His mother would understand, and his family could wait. He took off his cape and drapped around her. The Nightwing family crest enlarged on the back of it drapped over her shoulders. He sat down next to her. "What was his name?" He asked, it was easy to tell on her face that she was missing someone. Being that she was pregnant then it was easy to figure out that it was the one that had impregnated her.

 

[Phaeth]

Alfred Beaumont

Location: Castle Hallway | Outside the Dining Hall
Mentions | ChazGhost Inheritance Ms. Sparrow
Relieved of his duty, as James had finally returned to the castle, he stood outside of the dining hall. he knew the King hadn't come for breakfast yet, and was hoping for a change in post. Maybe he would get sent out with the Defense Corp, making rounds through the outer villages of the kingdom. Oh, how he wished to meet the rebels. He had an opinion about them that could only be described as a mixed bag. On one end, they were Anarchist's who wanted to disrupt the peace of the realm, but then they were also being's who just wanted to survive and thrive. But he could never betray his king. Who was he, to betray anyone? His majesty came into view, with his entourage of guards, as well as a young woman and a similarly young man. As his king got closer, he knelt.
"Your Majesty."​

 

[Sgt Gomez]

Alfonz Nightwing​

Alfonz looked into her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support. He could tell that she was lying to him even before. He moved over to give her his shoulder for support. He was about the same height as her. He helped her move over to one of the seats in the kitchen. When she was settled down. His mother would understand, and his family could wait. He took off his cape and drapped around her. The Nightwing family crest enlarged on the back of it drapped over her shoulders. He sat down next to her. "What was his name?" He asked, it was easy to tell on her face that she was missing someone. Being that she was pregnant then it was easy to figure out that it was the one that had impregnated her.

"I...i shouldn't say sir...it would tarnish his name," she shakes her head and pulls the cape tighter around her. She was surprised that such a prestigious man would even take notice of a maid. Yes she may have been pregnant but she was still a maid. She shakily grabs a glass of water that had been on the counter. Her anxiety and sadness caused her to spill it all over the front of her dress as she went to take a drink. "I am so sorry!" She shouts and quickly stands "I got your cape wet!" She exclaims even though it barely got wet. Her dress was the true victim and it clung to her chest and belly.