Rusty of Shackleford
Ten Thousand Club
1366 PA (Post Ascension), 2nd of the Lupine Moon
Count Michael Peter Brightwall
"The White Griffon"
Vigil's Keep, Southern Byrne
Vigil's Keep had served as the staging ground of the rebellion since it's beginning. Once owned by the illustrious Greycastle family, it fell into ruin after their demise. Left to crumble for over a century, it was then given to Michael upon becoming a Count, and he quickly rebuilt the ruins into the formidable stronghold it once was. After defecting to Queen Mabynn, he offered for her to stay there, thus making the castle her unofficial capital for the time being. It was an old, old castle, built during Byrne's early years. It acted as the defense against any southern Invaders, it's impressive walls making it nearly impenetrable, especially from orc tribesman armed with spears and axes. But with this age came the draft. It was infamously damp and cold due to the way the castle was built, and no matter how hot it was outside, it was nearly always cold inside. Atop The keep flew the red dragon of Mabynn, proudly announcing the allegiance of this castle to all who saw, alongside the banners of every Lord, Lady, and knight who fought alongside her. The majority of the Queen's forces had been called to Vigil's Keep, as Michael was intending on launching another attack, continuing his strategy of capturing keeps and surrounding those that refused to bend the knee, thus guranteeing they could not receive any help. It had worked so far, as the war was tipped against Darius, and Michael hoped the war would end soon...
The Lord Marshall was in the war room, looking over the map of Byrne for the tenth time that day. Little flags and figurines dotted the map, indicated where the Rebel forces and keeps were, and likewise for the Loyalist's. He tapped his gloved finger on the thick wooden table, rubbing his bearded face as he heard the familiar sound of tiny little footsteps, and of something taking hold of a figure. "Amelia," he said in his deep, baritone voice, "put that back. Daddy's about to have an important meeting." The dark haired little girl pouted, placing the wooden piece back as she asked, "Is the pretty lady going to come, Papa?" Michael's face nearly went beet red, the Marshall saying, "I-uh...yes. I believe so, Amy. Now go sit down, please. If you're good, I'll have the cooks give you sweets. Understood?" The girl dutifully took a seat in the corner, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited, smiling at her father pleasantly. Even though he rarely go to spend time with her, Michael was very close to his daughter, and she was the apple of his eye. She was the reason he was fighting this war, so she could become a woman in a world that wasn't just a pile of ashes. Now he just had to win.
laceanddoodles
First Rose
alabast
The Fluffiest Floof
Peckinou
Neuro Vampire
Lindsey
King Darius Ambercrown
"The Just King"
The Royal Keep, Brafford, Central Byrne
The throne room was empty, cold. The silence was deafening, the shadows long. Several years ago, the throne room would have been bustling with activity, but now it was empty, except for the Just King, atop his throne. Brafford was quiet as well, everyone on edge. The King had grown more and more paranoid, convinced that spies and assassin's were everywhere. Hundreds had been ripped from their home and publicly lashed for speaking against the King, whether their guilt was real or not. It hardly mattered. All that mattered was keeping everyone in the dark. Darius, under Enryn's advice, had decreed that all news of the war not be shared. Anyone caught discussing it would be publicly lashed fifty times, with repeat offenses resulting in execution. Darius' mental state was slipping. His outbursts were becoming more and more frequent, and increasingly violent. He grew to fear Mabynn more and more, though his arrogance made him refuse to admit this. He'd never claim that news afraid of a woman.
The King slouched on his throne, grimacing as he thought of his situation. It was all because of that bitch. That ursurper who sought to take away his birthright, who turned the peasantry against him. They'd follow anyone who promised them wealth. They were a greedy, unsatisfied bunch. Darius would have to correct their treason after the head of the Renegade Queen adorned a spike atop the Royal Keep. The man had a plan. Well, his Marshall did, but he'd never admit that. He'd called every Lord and mercenary in the capital to speak with him, hopefully to make an counter attack on the Rebels. But everyone knew this war wouldn't last much longer. By all the laws and God's and Men, Mabynn was the rightful ruler. She had a direct blood connection to Darius' predecessor, and unlike him, had an heir. This infuriated the King. How could he be outplayed by her? She was just a girl, she'd never fought on a battlefield, or seen the life drain from her enemy's eyes. She hadn't seen the savages rape and pillage their way across Byrne. He'd die before he let that woman take away what he had fought and bled for. He would rally his followers, find the traitor and the Queen, and bring them to justice. Or that's what he told himself, at least. It was the only thing keeping his fragile mind together...
First Rose
Scavenger
The Fluffiest Floof
FantasticMoonlight
Dumplingboy
OldTurtle
"The White Griffon"
Vigil's Keep, Southern Byrne
Vigil's Keep had served as the staging ground of the rebellion since it's beginning. Once owned by the illustrious Greycastle family, it fell into ruin after their demise. Left to crumble for over a century, it was then given to Michael upon becoming a Count, and he quickly rebuilt the ruins into the formidable stronghold it once was. After defecting to Queen Mabynn, he offered for her to stay there, thus making the castle her unofficial capital for the time being. It was an old, old castle, built during Byrne's early years. It acted as the defense against any southern Invaders, it's impressive walls making it nearly impenetrable, especially from orc tribesman armed with spears and axes. But with this age came the draft. It was infamously damp and cold due to the way the castle was built, and no matter how hot it was outside, it was nearly always cold inside. Atop The keep flew the red dragon of Mabynn, proudly announcing the allegiance of this castle to all who saw, alongside the banners of every Lord, Lady, and knight who fought alongside her. The majority of the Queen's forces had been called to Vigil's Keep, as Michael was intending on launching another attack, continuing his strategy of capturing keeps and surrounding those that refused to bend the knee, thus guranteeing they could not receive any help. It had worked so far, as the war was tipped against Darius, and Michael hoped the war would end soon...
The Lord Marshall was in the war room, looking over the map of Byrne for the tenth time that day. Little flags and figurines dotted the map, indicated where the Rebel forces and keeps were, and likewise for the Loyalist's. He tapped his gloved finger on the thick wooden table, rubbing his bearded face as he heard the familiar sound of tiny little footsteps, and of something taking hold of a figure. "Amelia," he said in his deep, baritone voice, "put that back. Daddy's about to have an important meeting." The dark haired little girl pouted, placing the wooden piece back as she asked, "Is the pretty lady going to come, Papa?" Michael's face nearly went beet red, the Marshall saying, "I-uh...yes. I believe so, Amy. Now go sit down, please. If you're good, I'll have the cooks give you sweets. Understood?" The girl dutifully took a seat in the corner, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited, smiling at her father pleasantly. Even though he rarely go to spend time with her, Michael was very close to his daughter, and she was the apple of his eye. She was the reason he was fighting this war, so she could become a woman in a world that wasn't just a pile of ashes. Now he just had to win.
laceanddoodles
First Rose
alabast
The Fluffiest Floof
Peckinou
Neuro Vampire
Lindsey
King Darius Ambercrown
"The Just King"
The Royal Keep, Brafford, Central Byrne
The throne room was empty, cold. The silence was deafening, the shadows long. Several years ago, the throne room would have been bustling with activity, but now it was empty, except for the Just King, atop his throne. Brafford was quiet as well, everyone on edge. The King had grown more and more paranoid, convinced that spies and assassin's were everywhere. Hundreds had been ripped from their home and publicly lashed for speaking against the King, whether their guilt was real or not. It hardly mattered. All that mattered was keeping everyone in the dark. Darius, under Enryn's advice, had decreed that all news of the war not be shared. Anyone caught discussing it would be publicly lashed fifty times, with repeat offenses resulting in execution. Darius' mental state was slipping. His outbursts were becoming more and more frequent, and increasingly violent. He grew to fear Mabynn more and more, though his arrogance made him refuse to admit this. He'd never claim that news afraid of a woman.
The King slouched on his throne, grimacing as he thought of his situation. It was all because of that bitch. That ursurper who sought to take away his birthright, who turned the peasantry against him. They'd follow anyone who promised them wealth. They were a greedy, unsatisfied bunch. Darius would have to correct their treason after the head of the Renegade Queen adorned a spike atop the Royal Keep. The man had a plan. Well, his Marshall did, but he'd never admit that. He'd called every Lord and mercenary in the capital to speak with him, hopefully to make an counter attack on the Rebels. But everyone knew this war wouldn't last much longer. By all the laws and God's and Men, Mabynn was the rightful ruler. She had a direct blood connection to Darius' predecessor, and unlike him, had an heir. This infuriated the King. How could he be outplayed by her? She was just a girl, she'd never fought on a battlefield, or seen the life drain from her enemy's eyes. She hadn't seen the savages rape and pillage their way across Byrne. He'd die before he let that woman take away what he had fought and bled for. He would rally his followers, find the traitor and the Queen, and bring them to justice. Or that's what he told himself, at least. It was the only thing keeping his fragile mind together...
First Rose
Scavenger
The Fluffiest Floof
FantasticMoonlight
Dumplingboy
OldTurtle