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The land of Halderia is split into four different kingdoms. Balderia is a hilly, mountainous region where warriors are born and bred. Dalla is a peaceful nation located near the sea and it is where healers can be found. Nalga is the located in the northern region where a lot of farming is done. Lastly, Hander is a plains region located in the south. For many years, peace was found between all regions but like all good things, it must come to an end. Hander has become greedy, wanting to take over the other three regions and have one kingdom. Hander begins taking over the lands and King Phillip of Dalla is growing nervous, knowing that if war comes to his doorstep, there is nothing he could do to keep from being overran.
Frightened for Dalla's safety, King Philip turns to the Balderian King. Being known for their fierceness, King Phillip offers them a deal: His daughter and access to the port in return for their protection. One hundred years ago, a similar deal was struck but the princess broke her end of the deal, and ever since Dallans have stayed away from Balderians. King Philip is shocked that the Balderian king agreed.
Name: Isabella Dalan
Age: 18
Background: Isabella grew up in Dalla to a loving mother and father. Three years ago, Isabella's mother died, leaving her father to rule Dalla by himself. Isabella is a free spirit and loves unconditionally. She loves her people. She knew one day she would have to get married but she thought it would be on her terms, not because of a war. She is passionate about helping people. She always tries to see the better side of things and would give the clothes off of her back. She is as innocent as a rose - she has never even kissed a guy. She does as she is told and do whatever it takes to keep those she cares about safe.
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The land of Halderia is split into four different kingdoms. Balderia is a hilly, mountainous region where warriors are born and bred. Dalla is a peaceful nation located near the sea and it is where healers can be found. Nalga is the located in the northern region where a lot of farming is done. Lastly, Hander is a plains region located in the south. For many years, peace was found between all regions but like all good things, it must come to an end. Hander has become greedy, wanting to take over the other three regions and have one kingdom. Hander begins taking over the lands and King Phillip of Dalla is growing nervous, knowing that if war comes to his doorstep, there is nothing he could do to keep from being overran.
Frightened for Dalla's safety, King Philip turns to the Balderian King. Being known for their fierceness, King Phillip offers them a deal: His daughter and access to the port in return for their protection. One hundred years ago, a similar deal was struck but the princess broke her end of the deal, and ever since Dallans have stayed away from Balderians. King Philip is shocked that the Balderian king agreed.
Just a little more background: Balderians are warriors. I was thinking that whenever their 'king' died, the strongest, most fierce warrior took their place as chief. Dalla is known for its ports and healers. For the most part, they have been neutral, aiding the three other countries. Nalga is the other neutral country. They have a little bit of everything. Hander is always been the country that has always wanted to take over the other three. Balderian's have always kept Hander in check.
Name: Isabella Dalan
Age: 18
Background: Isabella grew up in Dalla to a loving mother and father. Three years ago, Isabella's mother died, leaving her father to rule Dalla by himself. Isabella is a free spirit and loves unconditionally. She loves her people. She knew one day she would have to get married but she thought it would be on her terms, not because of a war. She is passionate about helping people. She always tries to see the better side of things and would give the clothes off of her back. She is as innocent as a rose - she has never even kissed a guy. She does as she is told and do whatever it takes to keep those she cares about safe.
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Isabella leaned against a giant oak tree, closing her eyes to enjoy just a few moments of peace and quiet. For the last several days, she had been overseeing and helping with the preparations for the guests that were to arrive within the next day or so. She didn't know who was arriving or why they were arriving; her father, King Phillip, had kept pretty tight-lipped over the whole situation. She took in a slow deep breath, letting it out even slower. She knew she didn't have much longer before someone would come looking for her. Someone always needed her or wanted her for something. She didn't mind, she just wished she could have a few moments to herself.
Isabella opened her eyes, examining the process down below. In an empty field between the castle and the ocean, about a dozen tents were being erected. The majority of them would act as sleeping quarters for most of the guests, while the rest would be used for whatever the guests wanted them for. In the town, the square was being set up for food and different vendors to sell their items. Between the city and the castle, an arena was laying empty, waiting for games and entertainment to partake in it. Isabella didn't know what was going and honestly, she didn't like it. Not one bit.
People rushed about to get everything ready for the unexpected guests. A warm breeze caught her sigh, carrying it away. "Time to get back to work," she murmured as she trudged down the hill to see what all was still needing to be done. She stopped when she heard, 'your highness.'
She turned to find Gregory: uncle, royal advisor, and the man in charge of her Guard. Gregory was a slightly older man who stood just a few inches taller than her. His warm blue eyes were surrounded by wrinkles. His once brown hair was now more gray than brown. "Bella, Margot is looking for you. She said our visitors have been spotted. They are arriving earlier than we thought. She will meet you in your room."
"Thanks, Uncle." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before making her way up to the white stone castle. One the way to her room, she greeted everyone she passed. Opening the wooden the wooden door, she stepped into her room. Her room was a large open space. Her bed was off to the side, a sheer fabric fell from the ceiling to the floor to hide the bed. A few feet away, was a wooden panel that she could change behind. In the center of the room, stood a large marble tub. Steam was already rising from it.
"Your highness, you must get into the bath." Margot - was a woman twice her age - responded to her presence as she tugged her towards the large tub. Isabella shook free of the woman's grasp. She hated being forced to do something or being treated like a child. Being independent, she loved to do things on her own, not because someone is forcing her too.
"Thank you, Margot. I can get in the tub myself." Dropping her pants, and tugging her shirt off, Isabella stepped into the warm water. Her muscles began to relax, releasing all the tension from the last day or two of hard tedious labor. Letting out a sigh, her eyes closed. She could feel the other women moving throughout the room with a certain task in mind. When instructed to get out she did as she was told. No point in arguing with Margot.
She sat on a chair so one woman could get to work on Isabella's hair. It didn't take long for her long blond hair to be pulled back into one long single braid. "Thank you, Annalise."
Isabella grabbed the simple navy blue sundress that was handed to her. Pulling the dress on over her head, it fell past her breasts, stopping just an inch from the floor. Walking over to the one dresser she had, she looked at the only two pieces of jewelry that she owned. One was her crown that she wore. The other was a simple bracelet her mother gave her before she passed. Isabella looked in the mirror. She looked very similar to her mother. She had her mother's blue eyes and blond hair. However, Isabella's eyes were brighter and more vibrant and hair more blond. The only thing she got from her brown-haired, brown-eyed father was his slightly darker skin tone. Her mother was like a porcelain doll.
Once Margot deemed her ready, she gave her explicit instructions to meet the visitors behind the tents that had been constructed. She was to wait on the cliff that overlooked the vast, never-ending ocean. Isabella was confused by the instructions but nodded. She made her way through the castle, everyone seemed to have vanished. She glanced out the open window and noticed everyone was gathering at the front gate to greet the visitors.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the cliff behind the tents. She grew apprehensive. She should have been with her father and the other townspeople to greet the entourage. She took a deep breath and stared out into the water. The sun warmed her skin. A short while later, she heard her father's voice. Turning, her father wasn't the first person she noticed. It was the tall, rugged man next to him. He stood a good half a foot to a full foot over her father. Her mouth went dry.
"This is Isabella, my sweet innocent rose. I'll leave you two alone. When you are ready, I'll be overseeing the festival in the town." Her father turned, leaving the two alone. All the air left Isabella as she watched her father leave. What was the meaning of this? What was going on? Isabella couldn't find her voice so she just stared at the handsome man in front of her. She knew something was different about him. She couldn't tell what. All she knew was that he wasn't like anyone that she had ever met before.
Isabella opened her eyes, examining the process down below. In an empty field between the castle and the ocean, about a dozen tents were being erected. The majority of them would act as sleeping quarters for most of the guests, while the rest would be used for whatever the guests wanted them for. In the town, the square was being set up for food and different vendors to sell their items. Between the city and the castle, an arena was laying empty, waiting for games and entertainment to partake in it. Isabella didn't know what was going and honestly, she didn't like it. Not one bit.
People rushed about to get everything ready for the unexpected guests. A warm breeze caught her sigh, carrying it away. "Time to get back to work," she murmured as she trudged down the hill to see what all was still needing to be done. She stopped when she heard, 'your highness.'
She turned to find Gregory: uncle, royal advisor, and the man in charge of her Guard. Gregory was a slightly older man who stood just a few inches taller than her. His warm blue eyes were surrounded by wrinkles. His once brown hair was now more gray than brown. "Bella, Margot is looking for you. She said our visitors have been spotted. They are arriving earlier than we thought. She will meet you in your room."
"Thanks, Uncle." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before making her way up to the white stone castle. One the way to her room, she greeted everyone she passed. Opening the wooden the wooden door, she stepped into her room. Her room was a large open space. Her bed was off to the side, a sheer fabric fell from the ceiling to the floor to hide the bed. A few feet away, was a wooden panel that she could change behind. In the center of the room, stood a large marble tub. Steam was already rising from it.
"Your highness, you must get into the bath." Margot - was a woman twice her age - responded to her presence as she tugged her towards the large tub. Isabella shook free of the woman's grasp. She hated being forced to do something or being treated like a child. Being independent, she loved to do things on her own, not because someone is forcing her too.
"Thank you, Margot. I can get in the tub myself." Dropping her pants, and tugging her shirt off, Isabella stepped into the warm water. Her muscles began to relax, releasing all the tension from the last day or two of hard tedious labor. Letting out a sigh, her eyes closed. She could feel the other women moving throughout the room with a certain task in mind. When instructed to get out she did as she was told. No point in arguing with Margot.
She sat on a chair so one woman could get to work on Isabella's hair. It didn't take long for her long blond hair to be pulled back into one long single braid. "Thank you, Annalise."
Isabella grabbed the simple navy blue sundress that was handed to her. Pulling the dress on over her head, it fell past her breasts, stopping just an inch from the floor. Walking over to the one dresser she had, she looked at the only two pieces of jewelry that she owned. One was her crown that she wore. The other was a simple bracelet her mother gave her before she passed. Isabella looked in the mirror. She looked very similar to her mother. She had her mother's blue eyes and blond hair. However, Isabella's eyes were brighter and more vibrant and hair more blond. The only thing she got from her brown-haired, brown-eyed father was his slightly darker skin tone. Her mother was like a porcelain doll.
Once Margot deemed her ready, she gave her explicit instructions to meet the visitors behind the tents that had been constructed. She was to wait on the cliff that overlooked the vast, never-ending ocean. Isabella was confused by the instructions but nodded. She made her way through the castle, everyone seemed to have vanished. She glanced out the open window and noticed everyone was gathering at the front gate to greet the visitors.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the cliff behind the tents. She grew apprehensive. She should have been with her father and the other townspeople to greet the entourage. She took a deep breath and stared out into the water. The sun warmed her skin. A short while later, she heard her father's voice. Turning, her father wasn't the first person she noticed. It was the tall, rugged man next to him. He stood a good half a foot to a full foot over her father. Her mouth went dry.
"This is Isabella, my sweet innocent rose. I'll leave you two alone. When you are ready, I'll be overseeing the festival in the town." Her father turned, leaving the two alone. All the air left Isabella as she watched her father leave. What was the meaning of this? What was going on? Isabella couldn't find her voice so she just stared at the handsome man in front of her. She knew something was different about him. She couldn't tell what. All she knew was that he wasn't like anyone that she had ever met before.
T he Balderian horses are well known for being as strong, and tough as any Balderian warrior, with thick black coats, and long manes that help protect them from the harsh elements of the mountainous land, and a large and muscular frame, the better to carry their equally large and imposing riders. This breed of horse is commonly known as 'Thunderers', as when they gallop their hooves sound like thunder, with even a single one able to make the ground tremble underneath them. Historically during times of war the sound of thunder would strike fear into even the most hardened of soldiers, out of fear of the Thunderers, and their riders. And now this rolling thunder was heading for the Dalla capital, led by the young King Styrkar Stormbreaker, adorned in his bear-skin cloak.
Upon approaching the capital the riders slowed the pace of their horses to a slow trot, so as not to seem anymore threatening than their appearance made them out to be. The envoy of warriors that surrounded Strykar was a rough looking bunch, as most warriors from Balderia were. Most had distinguishing scars on their faces, some wore dark war paint in simple designs, and nearly all of them had impressive, and bushy beards. Their bodies were clearly built for one thing and one thing only, war.
As they strode through town Styrkar observed the people of Dalla. They wore fake smiles, and spouted rehearsed greetings. They were friendly enough, but he couldn't help but notice children being rushed inside, and whispering, and muttering among the common folk about the savage, barbaric horde that just rode into town. His entourage of roughly forty men paid little mind to this treatment, most not even giving the townsfolk a second glance. But Styrkar was not like them. Their lack of knowledge of the outside world, and the outside world's lack of knowledge of them bothered him greatly. He was hopeful that it was something he could change in the near future. Some may call it a naive daydream, but it was a worthy goal non the less.
As they neared the Dallan castle, and finally got a good look at it Styrkar couldn't help but stop in his tracks, and look upon the castle with awe, and wonderment. Nothing man made in Balderia was as well made, or magnificent as this castle, save for the Folkmar Arena. The buildings in Balderia are designed for function rather than any sort of artistic appeal, or really even comfort. They are simple, and to the point. One of his companions, a tall and muscular man with a long, and thick beard that covered his face, and a long mane of dark, braided hair, and large scar going over his milky white left eye. "Nervous to meet the wifey runt?" The man asked as he rode to Styrkar's side. Styrkar turned to the warrior with a slight smirk on his face. "Well dear brother, is that anyway to speak to your king?" He replied to his second eldest brother, Ivar Silverbane.
"Aye, Ivar, would have thought you've learned by now not to get on the runt's bad side." The two were soon joined by another brother, Jespul Redfist. Jespul had a shaven head with three claw marks going down the right side of his head, and a short, but thick dark blonde beard. "Yes, I still have some of the bruises to prove it. But someone's gotta keep the runt level headed." Ivar replied with a smile, show casing his missing teeth. "Are we to stand here, and gab all day or are we to get this over with?" A third brother chimed in, Balfod Fogcloak, the closest to Styrkar's age. Similar to Styrkar, Balfod had golden blonde hair, though his was shaved into a simple mohawk, and unlike his brothers he sported a long goatee rather than a full beard, and his eyes were painted with black warpaint. He was the last of his brothers to journey with him to Dalla, as Skap Oakroot's wife was expecting their first born any day now, and Erlknir was helping their mother settle into the Balderia capital, Hauger, as is tradition for the parents of the king to live in the capital near their son. "Agreed, let us be done with this. There is much to do." And with that Styrkar rode forward, leading his group to the castle gates.
Upon entering the castle grounds they were greeted with a welcome fit for, well a king. It was something that Styrkar was still unused to, and he wondered if he'd ever get used to the royal treatment. They were greeted by extremely nervous servants who try to mask their uncomfortableness with fake smiles, but it was apparent that they were not accustomed to seeing Balderians. They dismounted their horses, and the servants too the reigns of the horses, and guided them towards their newly made encampment. They were then approached by who could only be King Phillip. He brushed right pass Strykar, and approached Ivar, who was undeniably the most physically impressive of the group, being the tallest, and most masculine, standing at a bit over seven feet tall. "We are honored by your presence here great, and mighty Lord of the Mountains!" The King greeted Ivar with a humble bow.
Ivar looked uncomfortable to say the least, especially considering among his siblings he is actually considered the worse in combat, despite having immense strength his speed was severely lacking, with icebergs being more agile than him. Ivar began to say something but he was cut off by Styrkar. "I thank you for your accommodations your highness. I am King Styrkar Stormbreaker. I am honored to be the first king in centuries to visit your country. Though I hope that next time it may be under better circumstances." Styrkar stated with a deep bow of his head. King Phillip turned around quickly, looking rather surprised that such a young man, someone who appeared to not be much older than his own daughter, to be the leader of a country. "I-I-I am so terribly sorry- "Worry not friend, I am the youngest king in centuries, no offense was taken." Phillip let out a slight sigh of relief.
"Very well then, Isabella is waiting to meet you King Stormbreaker, on the cliffs just pass the tents set up for your men. I shall escort you to her at once." Styrkar gave the man a nod, and followed by his side as he lead him to the cliffs. Along the way King Phillip continued to go on about the various virtues of his daughter, and his kingdom, as if he was trying to sell something, but Styrkar only half listened, his eyes wondered around the camp, and taking in the environment, and downright pleasant weather of Dalla. He looked at everything with almost childlike wonder, noting every rock, blade of grass, and whatever common thing they passed on their way to the cliffs.
Upon arriving to the cliff he finally laid eyes upon Princess Isabella. He gave her a respectful nod upon King Phillip introducing her. Upon leaving there was a bit of an awkward silence between the two of them, with the Princess seemingly taken back by his appearance. He wondered if she even knew about the agreement with her father. "Greetings Princess Isabella. I am Styrkar Stormbreaker, King of Balderia." He introduced himself with another slight bow. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do in this situation.
Styrkar looked pass her, seeing the vast ocean beneath them. He stepped over, standing next to her and stared out into the ocean with amazed eyes, it was his first time seeing the ocean. He took in a deep breath, taking in the smells of the ocean, though he mostly just smelled the clean, and sweet scent of her highness. "The ocean is beautiful. Do you come here often? This is my first time seeing it." He admitted as he closed his eyes, and let out a satisfied sigh. "I take it I am the first Balderian you have meet? Apologizes, I am not as physically impressive as my kin." He stated with a note of embarrassment. He was the shortest of his brothers, and actually a touch shorter than the average Balderian male.
"I don't suppose that you know why I'm here do you?" He asked as he turned to face the princess directly. "Your father has reached out to ask assistance from Balderia in your ongoing war with Hander. He has asked for our assistance, and in return we gain access to Dalla's ports. And....you are to be my wife." He stated rather casually. "I deeply apologize for putting you in this position. And I am truly sorry that it has come to this. But I do not take this deal lightly. I merely need a marriage in name alone to keep your father to his obligations to Balderia. And I shall do everything in my power to ensure you are comfortable." He said in a sincere, and apologetic tone. He did genuinely feel bad about having to force her to marry someone that she doesn't know.
"Your heart, and body will still be your own, I merely need your name. I am truly sorry for forcing this upon you, but my goal is to enlighten Balderia about the larger world outside our borders. Tis the reason I became king." He stated with clear conviction in his voice. "As I said before, this is the first time I've seen the ocean, as well as the first time I've actually left Balderia, the same can be said about my countrymen as well. I seek to change that." He explained. He then let out a deep sigh. "Your heart is still your own, and you may love whomever you so desire. I have no qualms if you wish to have a lover."
"I....um.....don't not have much experience in the matters of the heart. And if I am displeasing as a potential husband, I can bring forth more....pleasing candidates if that is what you desire. Though they must come from Balderia." He says rather uncomfortably, though he does his best to mask his emotions. He hasn't had much experience with the opposite sex, save for one night after his Warrior's Rite with a girl from his village who was impressed by the stories of his valor. But it was merely a one time affair.
Isabella was flabbergasted, to say the least. The King of Balderia was here, standing right in front of her. She had only heard rumors about the Balderians that belonged only in nightmares. She heard they were great men who could take down an army of men with just one blade. She had heard that they were ugly, barbaric men with cavemen tendencies. That is obviously a lie, Isabella thought to herself. If anything, the man in front of her was anything but ugly. "Hello, King Styrkar. It's a pleasure to meet you."
It took everything in her power not to step away when he came over to stand next to her. She knew her father wouldn't have left them alone together if Styrkar couldn't be trusted. She felt so tiny standing next to him, her head barely came to his shoulders. If she thought he was a large man when they were standing a few feet away, she really knew now. He wasn't just bigger than her in height but he could easily lift her and throw her over the cliff he wanted to. She looked up at him as he began to speak. When he asked if she came here often, a soft melodic laugh escaped from between her lips.
"Yes, I do come here quite often but not as often as my hiding place. I hope you find the beauty in that I do." Isabella didn't elaborate, if he saw it, he would know what she was talking about. To her, the ocean was probably the most beautiful thing in the world. It could be so calm and the next it could so rough that no traveler would dare brave the sea. It had so much life and it could take a life just as quick. "Yes, you are indeed the first Balderian I have ever met. As you can imagine, I have a very sheltered life. It doesn't matter if you are as physically impressive as the rest. The lot of you will tower over me no matter what."
She turned back towards the ocean, admiring the beauty. The warm salty air teased Isabella's nose with Styrkar's scent. He smelled of raw, masculine, power. It was fitting seeing as he was King of Balderia. When he spoke, asking her if she knew why he was here, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't. I have been rather curious about it, though."
She met the King's eyes, she could imagine herself getting lost in the blue orbs. She nodded, understanding the reason as to why her father would reach out to Balderia. The war was would be a bloodbath, something Dallans didn't care much for. They were healers not warriors. They would quickly be overtaken if they didn't have the army of Balderian's supporting them. However, when Styrkar informed her that she would be his wife, all the breath left her.
She kept her face straight, determined not to show any emotion. Many things became clear: the reason for the influx of visitors, the rush in getting the arena ready, the reason behind why they were going to have celebrations. They were preparing for a marriage ceremony. As she listened to Styrkar's sincere and apologetic words, she believed him. A tear fell down her cheek, she clenched her jaw. She would not show weakness by wiping it away.
Isabella remained silent as the mountain of a man continued talking, explaining that he only needed her name, nothing else. She imagined that when the day came for her to marry, it would be to someone she loved, not to a man she didn't know. She couldn't bring herself to be angry at him. She understood his reasoning in wanting to be king. Ignorance of the outside world was pointless. She didn't blame him for wanting to broaden his knowledge and enlighten his people about what lay outside of their walls.
When Styrkar mentioned lovers, Isabella couldn't help the furious blush that spread like wildfire across her cheeks. She turned her head, hoping to hide some of the blush. He had probably already seen it but still she had to try. She was very embarrassed by the end. Her whole face was beet red.
"I see," Isabella began, her voice tiny and timid. Her anger was growing with her father, something that would have to be taken care of at a later time. "I will not have a lo-lover," she fumbled over the word, her face grew even redder. How that was possible, she wasn't sure. "I've never even kissed a man so it is I who will be sorry." She looked away, thoroughly embarrassed by admitting what she had. "It is you who will need to bed another. I'm sure you are a man with great... needs."
Isabella walked over to a log, taking a seat on it. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her father was marrying her off without her consent. She wished her mother was here; she wouldn't have allowed this foolishness. Isabella didn't bother looking over her shoulder at him. "King Styrkar, is this what you wish? To have a woman you don't know?"
A quiet sigh left her lips. This would be the best for everyone. Her people would get the protection they need while the Balderian's got access to the port and more importantly her. Why her, though? Why couldn't the ports have been enough? "Why was I apart of the deal? Was it my father's idea? Or did you like the idea of having a young, innocent, wife that is only good at caring for her people?"
She bit her lip for a moment, forcing herself to take a deep slow breath. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate.Since I have no say in the matter, I might as well make the best of, Your Grace. May I show you around?"
It took everything in her power not to step away when he came over to stand next to her. She knew her father wouldn't have left them alone together if Styrkar couldn't be trusted. She felt so tiny standing next to him, her head barely came to his shoulders. If she thought he was a large man when they were standing a few feet away, she really knew now. He wasn't just bigger than her in height but he could easily lift her and throw her over the cliff he wanted to. She looked up at him as he began to speak. When he asked if she came here often, a soft melodic laugh escaped from between her lips.
"Yes, I do come here quite often but not as often as my hiding place. I hope you find the beauty in that I do." Isabella didn't elaborate, if he saw it, he would know what she was talking about. To her, the ocean was probably the most beautiful thing in the world. It could be so calm and the next it could so rough that no traveler would dare brave the sea. It had so much life and it could take a life just as quick. "Yes, you are indeed the first Balderian I have ever met. As you can imagine, I have a very sheltered life. It doesn't matter if you are as physically impressive as the rest. The lot of you will tower over me no matter what."
She turned back towards the ocean, admiring the beauty. The warm salty air teased Isabella's nose with Styrkar's scent. He smelled of raw, masculine, power. It was fitting seeing as he was King of Balderia. When he spoke, asking her if she knew why he was here, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't. I have been rather curious about it, though."
She met the King's eyes, she could imagine herself getting lost in the blue orbs. She nodded, understanding the reason as to why her father would reach out to Balderia. The war was would be a bloodbath, something Dallans didn't care much for. They were healers not warriors. They would quickly be overtaken if they didn't have the army of Balderian's supporting them. However, when Styrkar informed her that she would be his wife, all the breath left her.
She kept her face straight, determined not to show any emotion. Many things became clear: the reason for the influx of visitors, the rush in getting the arena ready, the reason behind why they were going to have celebrations. They were preparing for a marriage ceremony. As she listened to Styrkar's sincere and apologetic words, she believed him. A tear fell down her cheek, she clenched her jaw. She would not show weakness by wiping it away.
Isabella remained silent as the mountain of a man continued talking, explaining that he only needed her name, nothing else. She imagined that when the day came for her to marry, it would be to someone she loved, not to a man she didn't know. She couldn't bring herself to be angry at him. She understood his reasoning in wanting to be king. Ignorance of the outside world was pointless. She didn't blame him for wanting to broaden his knowledge and enlighten his people about what lay outside of their walls.
When Styrkar mentioned lovers, Isabella couldn't help the furious blush that spread like wildfire across her cheeks. She turned her head, hoping to hide some of the blush. He had probably already seen it but still she had to try. She was very embarrassed by the end. Her whole face was beet red.
"I see," Isabella began, her voice tiny and timid. Her anger was growing with her father, something that would have to be taken care of at a later time. "I will not have a lo-lover," she fumbled over the word, her face grew even redder. How that was possible, she wasn't sure. "I've never even kissed a man so it is I who will be sorry." She looked away, thoroughly embarrassed by admitting what she had. "It is you who will need to bed another. I'm sure you are a man with great... needs."
Isabella walked over to a log, taking a seat on it. She couldn't believe this was happening. Her father was marrying her off without her consent. She wished her mother was here; she wouldn't have allowed this foolishness. Isabella didn't bother looking over her shoulder at him. "King Styrkar, is this what you wish? To have a woman you don't know?"
A quiet sigh left her lips. This would be the best for everyone. Her people would get the protection they need while the Balderian's got access to the port and more importantly her. Why her, though? Why couldn't the ports have been enough? "Why was I apart of the deal? Was it my father's idea? Or did you like the idea of having a young, innocent, wife that is only good at caring for her people?"
She bit her lip for a moment, forcing herself to take a deep slow breath. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate.Since I have no say in the matter, I might as well make the best of, Your Grace. May I show you around?"
S tyrkar looked upon the princess with sympathy as a tear began to fall from her eyes. He couldn't imagine how hard this was on her. He would be lying if he said he didn't have any misgivings about the situation. Though given past history of deals between their two kingdoms he needs something to submit their alliance together. He raised an eyebrow at Isabella's reaction, not really quite sure what to make of it. He was a bit surprised that she admitted that she was inexperienced, and hadn't even kissed a man before. She wasn't an unattractive young woman, surely she's had previous suitors. Though he wasn't quite sure what she was implying by saying he was a man with great needs.
As she continued on, questioning if this was what he wanted, and questions about the deal Styrkar clinched his fist tightly. He knew full well what others thought of his people, and he couldn't help but feel insulted by her guessing what kind of man he was. Once she was done, and offered to show him around he rolled his neck on his shoulders, causing it to make a loud popping sound. He then let out a deep sigh, remembering that this was sprung up on the poor girl. "What I wish for, your highness, is to help my people in the best possible way that I can. I was not born a prince in a lavish castle with servants waiting on me hand and foot. I was born the youngest, and smallest of seven boys. Everything that I have ever had I have had to earn with my own two hands." Styrkar stated, his voice growing slightly more irritated.
"You are not the only one who cares deeply for their people. The succession of King in Balderia is determined by who is the strongest, most cunning warrior. I bested warriors with far greater experience than I, great warriors who would have probably made better kings than I." He stated, unintentionally starting to raise his voice. "Not because I want power, or a title, but because I want whats best for my people, and I truly believe that what is best for my people is to expand our knowledge, and I will stop at nothing to achieve these goals, just as I stopped at nothing to become king!"
Styrkar stepped forward, towering in front of Isabella. "I do not care if I ever get married, if I ever find love, or if I ever have children. I do not need those things to give meaning in my life, or to give me happiness. But what will give my life meaning, what will give me happiness is the knowledge that I have done everything I could have possibly done for the betterment of my people." The young King kept his fierce gaze focused on her eyes, not wavering for a moment. He studied her features carefully, only now noticing how truly beautiful she was. "Do not think of me as some savage beast that steals the beautiful princess away from her family, and people! I am merely a man trying to do what is best for his people. Your quarrel is with your father. I did not know that you were against the arrangement."
Styrkar then let out a sigh, and turned away from her. "Apologizes milady. I did not mean to sound....harsh. I am no diplomat by any means. I make no excuses for my temperament." He stated as his tone began to calm down. "The previous king, Durin the Swift was whom your father offered the deal to. The ports and your hand in marriage. Durin has fallen gravely ill, and is on the verge of death, hence the need of a new king. Durin was unsure as to whether to heed the call, stating something about a similar bargain being struck long ago that Dalla had broken. It was my decision to heed the deal. But I need something to keep your father to his obligations." He explained.
"I truly am sorry for the position that I put you in. I did not know that you had no knowledge of the arrangement until I arrived. I had assumed you knew about it." He stated with a sigh. "But if your father hadn't arranged the marriage with me, then he would have surely arranged it with someone else." He reminded her. A marriage like this, if not with him, was highly likely to happen whether she wanted it or not. "You have no say in the matter only if you allow yourself to have no say in the matter. If I am truly displeasing to you then I would suggest bringing your misgivings to your father. The only way this engagement ends is if you end it."
"This engagement can be beneficial for you as well. You will be free to live whatever life you want. I care not what you do, and I promise I will do whatever I can to make that happen. It is true that you would not marry for love, but the love is what matters, not the marriage. You may find whomever you want to love, I will not stop you." He stated, trying to reason with her. "I see where I need to lead my people, and there are many routes upon that path. This is but one of many. Others are decidedly more unpleasant. I do not want to go down those paths, but if my people are gonna survive then we must learn about the world. And I will let nothing stand in my way."
"Let me be clear, I am not threatening you. I only speak the truth. What you do with this information is your decision, not mine. I am merely given you the choice. Your will is your own your highness, as is your fate." He stated in a matter of fact tone. He was doing his best not to sound threatening, that wasn't his intent. He was just trying to give her something she clearly didn't have, a choice. "Apologizes milady, as I have said, I am no diplomat. But I will give you the honest truth, no matter how harsh that may be." He stated as he reached out his hand to help her off the log.
"If the offer still stands, I would be honored if you showed me around.....um it is true I may not know you, but you don't seem like someone I wouldn't.....want to....know." Styrkar fumbled rather awkwardly, unsure of how he should come off to her. "As I said.....I am no diplomat........um about what you said.....about never kissing a man.....if it makes you feel better....I know not how to read....nor....nor write." He said rather shamefully, hoping that if he admitted something that he was embarrassed about then she would feel more at ease around him.
When Styrkar began to speak, Isabella shifted on the log and stared at the man, her temper rising. To her, it seemed like he was mocking her. She wouldn't allow him or anyone else to talk to her that way. She was a princess who would one day rule not only her kingdom but Styrkar's as well. She clenched her jaw as he continued to speak, irritation laced in his voice.
She was honestly quite curious as he explained how the next King of Balderia was chosen. It was different than their practice. In Dalla, the throne stays within the Royal Family. In the event that there is no heir to the throne, the council - with the help of the people - would vote in the next king. It took everything in her power to flinch or cower when Styrkar raised his voice.
Isabella was terrified and hardly knew anything about this man and what he was capable of. However, based on their brief interaction, he didn't seem like a man that would hit a woman. She wouldn't let her guard down. She understood why he wanted to become king, if she was in the same position, she would probably act the same way. There was nothing wrong in wanting what is best for the people you rule. Isabella wouldn't let anything stand in her way either.
When Styrkar stepped forward, towering over her, Isabella stood her ground, so to speak. She was quivering with fear but she wouldn't let it show. I'm a strong, independent woman and I will not show fear to the man in front of me, she repeated to herself. She met his eyes, keeping her gaze steady. She nodded and knew that this arrangement was going to give him the best opportunity to help his people. When Styrkar called her beautiful, her cheeks tinged a slight pink color.
As he let out a sigh and turned away from her, she was surprised he offered her an apology. She was then surprised to learn that she was supposed to wed the king before him and shivered at the thought. She could have been marrying some old man and not some young fit, maybe somewhere deep down kind, man. When Styrkar then went to mention that it would be beneficial for her because she would be free to live whatever life she wanted.
Isabella didn't believe he was threatening her and agreed that he was just speaking the truth. A truth that was honestly refreshing. Her father was constantly lying to her to keep her safe but she would have much rather be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie. When he offered her his hand, she hesitated for a brief moment before allowing him to help her off of the log. Her hand was tiny compared to his rough calloused hand.
She was quite surprised to learn that he didn't know how to read or write. She held her tongue this whole time, waiting for him to finish to fight back with him but now all that anger had diminished. "I may have been born in a lavish castle and have had things handed to me but I work hard. I go down to the farms during the fall and help harvest crops; I help sick mothers with their kids; I will stand next to the cook and help him. I've worked hard for everything I've wanted." She took in a deep breath before continuing.
"I understand why you are doing what you are doing and I will take this matter up with my father. No matter how angry I am, it's directed towards him, he was the one who kept me in the dark. If I would have known, we could have avoided this conversation all together but that isn't the case. As far as me living the life of my choosing, it will be by your side. I've seen the way my father and late mother ruled. They were stronger together than they ever were apart. If I am your wife, I am your queen. I don't know how you do it over there but here, we rule as one. We can discuss the differences later and figure out how to make this work. I will love to teach you how to read and write at night but for now, I will show you around my kingdom."
Isabella grabbed Styrkar's hand, leading him down the cobblestone path that led to the village. The village was in full swing in making preparations for the upcoming festival. First, they went to the residence where the top healers could be found, explaining to him that the largest building is where they housed their sick. She pointed out homes of some of the top council members as they passed through one of the homing areas. After a short walk, they were approaching the town center. "This is Merchant District. Anything from just about everywhere can be found here... if you are willing to pay the right price."
Villagers eyed them as they made their way through the town. It shocked them to see their princess holding the hand of a Balderian. Rumors would fly but she didn't care. They all loved and adored her. Many called out to her and she greeted each and every one of them. The children were more hesitant to greet her but a few brave ones ran up to her, gave her a quick hug before getting chastised by their parents. "I hope you see the beauty of my home as much as I do." They were now approaching the green grassy area where benches were being set up. "This is where they do the wedding ceremony. We will be on top of the small hill overlooking the kingdom so anyone wanting to watch can." Isabella turned to face Styrkar. "What do you think of all this?"
She was honestly quite curious as he explained how the next King of Balderia was chosen. It was different than their practice. In Dalla, the throne stays within the Royal Family. In the event that there is no heir to the throne, the council - with the help of the people - would vote in the next king. It took everything in her power to flinch or cower when Styrkar raised his voice.
Isabella was terrified and hardly knew anything about this man and what he was capable of. However, based on their brief interaction, he didn't seem like a man that would hit a woman. She wouldn't let her guard down. She understood why he wanted to become king, if she was in the same position, she would probably act the same way. There was nothing wrong in wanting what is best for the people you rule. Isabella wouldn't let anything stand in her way either.
When Styrkar stepped forward, towering over her, Isabella stood her ground, so to speak. She was quivering with fear but she wouldn't let it show. I'm a strong, independent woman and I will not show fear to the man in front of me, she repeated to herself. She met his eyes, keeping her gaze steady. She nodded and knew that this arrangement was going to give him the best opportunity to help his people. When Styrkar called her beautiful, her cheeks tinged a slight pink color.
As he let out a sigh and turned away from her, she was surprised he offered her an apology. She was then surprised to learn that she was supposed to wed the king before him and shivered at the thought. She could have been marrying some old man and not some young fit, maybe somewhere deep down kind, man. When Styrkar then went to mention that it would be beneficial for her because she would be free to live whatever life she wanted.
Isabella didn't believe he was threatening her and agreed that he was just speaking the truth. A truth that was honestly refreshing. Her father was constantly lying to her to keep her safe but she would have much rather be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie. When he offered her his hand, she hesitated for a brief moment before allowing him to help her off of the log. Her hand was tiny compared to his rough calloused hand.
She was quite surprised to learn that he didn't know how to read or write. She held her tongue this whole time, waiting for him to finish to fight back with him but now all that anger had diminished. "I may have been born in a lavish castle and have had things handed to me but I work hard. I go down to the farms during the fall and help harvest crops; I help sick mothers with their kids; I will stand next to the cook and help him. I've worked hard for everything I've wanted." She took in a deep breath before continuing.
"I understand why you are doing what you are doing and I will take this matter up with my father. No matter how angry I am, it's directed towards him, he was the one who kept me in the dark. If I would have known, we could have avoided this conversation all together but that isn't the case. As far as me living the life of my choosing, it will be by your side. I've seen the way my father and late mother ruled. They were stronger together than they ever were apart. If I am your wife, I am your queen. I don't know how you do it over there but here, we rule as one. We can discuss the differences later and figure out how to make this work. I will love to teach you how to read and write at night but for now, I will show you around my kingdom."
Isabella grabbed Styrkar's hand, leading him down the cobblestone path that led to the village. The village was in full swing in making preparations for the upcoming festival. First, they went to the residence where the top healers could be found, explaining to him that the largest building is where they housed their sick. She pointed out homes of some of the top council members as they passed through one of the homing areas. After a short walk, they were approaching the town center. "This is Merchant District. Anything from just about everywhere can be found here... if you are willing to pay the right price."
Villagers eyed them as they made their way through the town. It shocked them to see their princess holding the hand of a Balderian. Rumors would fly but she didn't care. They all loved and adored her. Many called out to her and she greeted each and every one of them. The children were more hesitant to greet her but a few brave ones ran up to her, gave her a quick hug before getting chastised by their parents. "I hope you see the beauty of my home as much as I do." They were now approaching the green grassy area where benches were being set up. "This is where they do the wedding ceremony. We will be on top of the small hill overlooking the kingdom so anyone wanting to watch can." Isabella turned to face Styrkar. "What do you think of all this?"
S tyrkar was relieved that the Princess was not too upset about his outburst. He was starting to worry that the marriage wouldn't happen because he couldn't control his emotions. But he was happy that wasn't the case as she began to open up about herself. Though he was surprised by her wanting to remain by his side. In fact it made him slightly blush. He hadn't really considered that she may want to serve with him. In fact he was now only considering the fact that this marriage would mean he could very well be the next possible king of Dalla.
He hadn't quite put that in consideration when he agreed to marry Isabella. He was so focused on the betterment of his own country, that he had not thought about the effects it would have on other nations. Was he truly ready for such a responsibility? And what would be the result if failed? What would happen to Balderia, and Dalla? What would happen to her? He was snapped out of his thoughts as the Princess finished talking. "Um.....as.....as I said before. You may live any life you want....and.....worry not about my reading and.....and writing ability.....I don't want to trouble you any further." He stated, with him actually looking rather flustered, with slightly red cheeks. Though he kept his face turned away from her, not daring to look her in the eyes as he put on a rather stern face, somehow hoping that would make up for his embarrassment.
Styrkar followed along silently as Isabella led him around. He observed their surroundings with almost child-like amazement. Everything seemed so new to him. His eyes were wide with wonder as he tried taking it all. He was so focused on their surroundings he failed to really notice that she was holding his hand through all of this. He listened as Isabella explained the sights, and nodded along. Though he was listening, most of his attention was captivated by the buildings, and houses that they saw.
As they approached the town center their presence quickly gained the attention of the villagers. With all eyes on them Styrkar was slightly nervous, being snapped out of the wonders that Dalla had, becoming much more self-conscious about himself. Attention has never been something that Styrkar has been too comfortable with. When he completed his Warrior's Rite, and was hailed for his strength, bravery, and cunning for defeating a mighty bear he never saw it as that big of a deal. He didn't really care about the praising he got, or the stories told of his valor. To him he went out and did what he was supposed to do, that simple. Even after winning the tournament to be king he didn't bask in the glory of his victory, because glory wasn't why he did it.
As they continued through the town, he could hear the whispers, and murmurs from the townsfolk about them. "My, my who is that with the Princess?" A middle-aged housewife cooed to a trio of similar aged women. "Oh, I heard he is a Prince of some sort, from a far and distant land." "No, no! He's a nobleman from Nalga." "You're both wrong! Look at his clothes, and bearing, he's a Balderian. I saw them ride in, I believe he was leading them to the Castle." "HE'S a Balderian?! But he's so handsome!" Styrkar tuned out the rest of the gossip when it turned into them talking about his looks. While he's sure that there'd be a great many men who'd kill to look like him, but honestly he'd rather look more like his brothers, or the rest of his people. Large, and intimidating.
Upon being approached by the children Styrkar immediately brightened up, actually having a kind, and warm smile on his face as he looked at the children. The children looked at him with awe, the boys being amazed by his height, and size, while the girls were far more timid, and skidish around him, all of them blushing, and giggling when he looked at them. When they were chased away by their parents, and chastised for bothering them he looked slightly disappointed, and sad. His brothers found it quite hilarious for such a fierce, and usually serious warrior to turn into mush when around children. Noticing the way the children acted around her he could tell that Isabella was popular among her people.
Isabella led him further on to a grassy area where their wedding was to be held apparently. Benches were already being set for the villagers to watch. "Your country is very beautiful your highness. There's nothing like this in Balderia. Most of my homeland is rough, mountainous terrain. There are not very many sights to be seen. Though I suppose I could have become accustomed to it." He stated as he looked around. When he turned to face Isabella he paused for a moment, staring into her eyes. He looked down, still seeing his hand in hers, and abruptly jerked it away.
"Um....so is it customary for your people to hold wedding ceremonies in front of large crowds of people?" He asked, looking slightly flustered. "In Balderia the wedding is typically held to a small number, usually just the parents and siblings of the couple are to bare witness. Then the couple would perform the Bonding Ritual." He explained. He then realized that she most likely didn't know what that ritual was. "Oh! The Bonding Ritual....um how can I explain this...instead of exchanging....um....jewelry, they cut themselves, and exchange blood. And the man gives the woman his Warrior's Proof for her to keep.....it sounds worse than it actually is."
And then he realized that she probably didn't know what a Warrior's Proof was as well. "Oh, the Warrior's Proof is something we earn upon reaching adulthood, along with our warrior name. Here, it'd be better if I showed you." Styrkar then reached behind him, and pulled out his bone dagger that was tucked away in his belt. "This is my proof, proof that I am a warrior. Before we reach adulthood we undergo the Warrior's Rite to be judged by the spirits, and upon being judged favorably we earn our proof, these daggers, along with our Warrior Names. For me I earned the name Stormbreaker." He explained.
Styrkar stepped forward, and took Isabella's right hand in his own. For the Bonding Ritual the man would take the woman's hand, and he would say..." Styrkar then moved closer to the princess, and stared deeply into her eyes. "Spirits that surround us, Spirits that guide us bare witness to this union, for it is through you that our paths have crossed, and by your wisdom I solemnly pledge my life to this woman, for as long as you deem it so. May our blood serve as our bond, forever entwining our lives as one." Once he was finished he gently and slowly ran the bone blade across her hand, making sure not to actually cut her.
"Then after making a cut on the woman's hand the man would give her the blade, and she would say:
'Spirits that watch over us, Spirits that protect us, by the blood that pumps in my veins, by the breath that gives me life I solemnly pledge my life to this man. Let our blood be proof of our unity, and this dagger be the reminder of our bond.' And then the woman would cut the man's hand, and they'd put their hand together, exchanging blood." He explained. "And....uh.....that's it." Once he was finished he looked down, and realized that he was still holding her hand, and saw what little distance there was between. He took a nervous gulp as he stared into her eyes.
"My Lord!" They were soon interrupted by the arrival of Balford. "Um....I'm not interrupting am I?" He asked as he approached them. Styrkar stepped away from Isabella, regaining his composure as he released her hand. "Uh....n-no....Uh this is one of my brothers, Balford Fogcloak, your highness." Styrkar said, introducing Balford. "It is an honor your majesty." He said as he deeply bowed towards her. "I....would hate to impose...but I need but a moment to speak to my brother....but it's nothing that requires his immediate attention." He stated. Styrkar gave him a nod, knowing exactly what he was wanting to talk about. "Oh....and one more thing.....I came to warn you that-"
"THERE'S MY FAVORITE RUNT!" The unmistakable bellow of Ivar called out. Styrkar, and Balford looked at each for a moment, both sharing the same look of dread. Him I take it?" Balford replied with a nod. Once the lumbering giant made it to them, with Jespul trailing closely behind over, he bent over with heavy panting. "Sorry....sorry....just a bit winded." He stated. He eyes set upon Isabella, studying her up and down with his one blue eye, and his blind, milky white one. "Ah! You must be the Princess! Ivar Silverbane, at your service! I'm these three runts older brother." He said as he slapped Balford on his back, nearly knocking him over, and letting out a hearty laugh. "And I'm Jespul Redfist, a pleasure your highness." Jespul greeted as he calmly strolled over to them.
Ivar stepped over towards Isabella, towering over her and Styrkar as well. He leaned down, and slowly stroked his long, and thick beard as he studied her face intensely. He then took his large hands, and placed them on her shoulders. "Ah come here! We're practically family already!" He then proceed to pull her in tight for a big hug, actually lifting her up off the ground. This caused a loud snort to come from Jespul as he tried to stop himself from laughing. Strykar and Balford on the other hand were not amused. "Put her down now!" Strykar growled as he gave a swift punch to Ivar's side. Ivar placed Isabella back on the ground, and then met with another punch to his side by Strykar. "Ouch! Sorry, sorry! I got a bit carried away." He apologized with as he rubbed his side. Balford face palmed, meanwhile Jespul was doing his best not to laugh. "But you are a tiny one aren't ya? Perfect for you Runt! Finally someone to make you look tall!" Ivar smirked. Styrkar glared at him, and then delivered a powerful punch to Ivar's stomach, knocking the wind right out of him, and nearly knocking him to the ground. "Ow! I'll stop! I'll stop! You need to learn to take a joke runt!"
"Let me be the first to formally apologize on behalf of my brothers. They're rough around the edges." Jespul said as he pushed his way through. Ivar merely scoffed and rolled his eye. "And don't be too intimidated by my elder brother here, Ivar got that scar on his eye from a crow that stole some food from his hand. It was the damnedest thing I've ever saw!" He explained as he placed his hand on Ivar's shoulder. "That's not how it happened! It was a raven not a crow! And it was the biggest bird I've ever seen! It could fly off with a baby if it wanted to! Why I'm not sure it was even a bird, I'm certain I saw teeth!" Ivar quickly corrected him. "No, I was there, it was a little crow that snatched the bread out of your hand, and then clawed at you when you tried to take it back." Jespul replied. "Well she doesn't know that you runt! Besides, it was much more fearsome than the wee little kitten that did that to your face!" Ivar argued. "How many times do I have to tell you that was a bobcat!?" "Apparently as many times I have to tell you it was a huge raven!"
As the two loudly argued over the size of the animals that gave them both their facial scars Balford stood beside Styrkar watching on. "It is done, the rumors that you are to wed the princess has been spread around the castle, as you wished. And the men are in place to watch all the comings and goings of the castle. If there is a spy within the court we will soon find them." "Good. Hander isn't above using spies, and this alliance will spell destruction for them. We will rut out the spy, and deal with them accordingly." "And are we still to keep the king in the dark?" "Yes. For now we keep our investigation from his majesty until we can say for certain that there is a spy as I suspect there to be." "And the princess? Is everything working out as planned?" "Not exactly, but I doubt there will be any problems. She seems to be agreeable, and sympathetic towards our goals."
Once the two were finished with their hushed discussion they rejoined the others, if only to stop Ivar and Jespul's arguing. "Apologizes milady. My brothers can be.....um.....spirited." Styrkar apologized, looking rather embarrassed. "That's one word for it." Balford added, earning him a scowl from Jespul. "Sorry that we can't be as boring as you dear brothers." He smirked. "Aye, don't mind those two Princess, they've always been the sticks in the mud of the family. Our other brothers Skap, and Erlknir weren't able to join us. Skap's wife, Vera, is expecting their first child anytime now. And Erlknir is helping our mother settle in at Hauger. Though he's expected to arrive here as soon as he gets done with that. I doubt Skap will come down here, he's......sort of the black sheep of the family." Ivar explained.
"But that's a story for another time. We must be off, wouldn't want to further interrupt your date." Jespul interrupted, and gave a wink towards Styrkar. "Uh....right. Sorry to intrude. Just wanted to meet my future sister in law. We'll talk later." Ivar added. Balford gave her a respectful bow, and then they were on there way. Alone once more Styrkar rubbed the back of his head, looking rather embarrassed. "I'm...uh.....sorry for my brothers." He apologized.
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Once an Item has been created, it can be spawned in the IC using /spawn Item Name (case-sensitive, as usual) — this can be followed with /take Item Name to retrieve the item into the current character's inventory.
Mobs
Give your Universe life by adding a Mob, which are auto-replenishing NPCs your players can interact with. Useful for some quick hack-and-slash fun!
Mobs can be automated spawns, like rats and bats, or full-on NPCs complete with conversation menus. Use them to enhance your player experience!
Current Mobs
No mobs have been created yet.
Spawns
Locations where Mobs and Items might appear.
Events
You can schedule events for your players to create notifications and schedule times for everyone to plan around.
The Forge
Use your INK to craft new artifacts in The Warrior and The Rose. Once created, Items cannot be changed, but they can be bought and sold in the marketplace.
Notable Items
No items have been created yet!
The Market
Buy, sell, and even craft your own items in this universe.
Market DataMarket conditions are Quick Buy (Items Most Recently Listed for Sale) |
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Styrkar Stormbreaker
"Spirits guide us, spirits watch over us."
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Princess of Dalla. Innocent as a Rose.
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"Spirits guide us, spirits watch over us."
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Princess of Dalla. Innocent as a Rose.
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Isabella Ranee Dalan
Princess of Dalla. Innocent as a Rose.
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"Spirits guide us, spirits watch over us."
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Heyo! I'm interested, but I got a couple of questions. Is the warrior character the king of the Balderians or is he a warrior chosen by the king to watch the princess or something? Or is it player's choice?
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