The Legacy of the Nameless

Estelle

At his words, Guards acted out, hands grasping and the clattering of steel evident. For some, including Estelle herself, it was complete lunacy: "Capture the Princess of Kimalasca." she recalled him command, coarse rope against her wrists as guards fought valiantly in a futile attempt to save their Princess. But even then, not even the bravery of her Guardianship could shelter her from the grasp of the Malkuth king, now deemed mad for inciting an inevitable war with Kimalasca, but in the eyes of the Nameless, this was just the spark to the light that would reveal an ancient horror...

Lilibeth

Plains Elf were despised among humans. Seen as creatures or property, they were given very narrow choices in life: to be killed or to be enslaved. Lilibeth has lived the latter and has proven to be the most traumatizing part of her life. Amidst a botched attempt to assassinate a Malkuth Governor she was tipped off and was eventually captured alive. Her beauty allured her captors, who gave her the same question she was asked at the age of five: Die or Serve. With bitter emotion she quickly responded the former, now locked up in her cell as she awaited for her death at the gallows. Time went by slowly as she anticipates her execution...




Estelle Blanchette
The Firstborn child of King Raymund, Duchess of Trent. She had volunteered to try and ease the tensions between the famine-wracked civillizations of Malkuth and Kimalasca before she was captured to be a sacrifice for the Great Fisher, a sea monster which continues to ravage the ocean of Luin, preventing the shipment of direly-needed grain from the province of Sorhal.

Lilibeth Laforet
A Plains elf's life is a total nightmare by Human standards. Hated by all even her own distant relatives, many have thought them to be extinct after the 8th Genocidal Crusade sanctioned by the Kimalascan empire nearly 50 years ago. Seen as rodents that need to be exterminated, Lilibeth's life was full of misery and sorrow, enslaved at the age of 5 while she watched her parents killed before her. Wishing for death each and every day, the Goddess smiled down on her one day when at the age of 13 she managed to escape her slavers only to be rejected by the Woodland Elves. With nowhere else to go, she had met the idealistic Yuan Kai-fel, a person she would eventually dedicate her life serving. Gaining a new purpose in her life, she continues to obey Yuan's will, even at the face of death itself as the Brotherhood's most dangerous assassin.

Nathaniel Lowenthall
A young Knight from the house of Lowenthall, Nathaniel has lived his life to total service to the Empire of Malkuth. Headstrong, bold and arrogant at times, his stoic nature is well complimented by his tasteful conduct. Being an avid practitioner who brings to heart the Code of Chivalry, Nathaniel is well spoken, gentle and ever so kind - only to women.

Carl Dela Bonapardo
Soul in a Machine. Sounds odd? Not in the case of Anselom Dela Bonapardo. Long praised as the mind behind the conception of Elemental-converting Magi-tech, he was praised for his innovative mind. But this applause shortly turned into scorn as he successfully 'transferred' his daughter's soul into machine. Some believed him to be a complete liar, others despised him for perverting the natural borders between life and the inanimate. Disgraced, his father left his name behind, to his young son Carl who, still traumatized by the loss of his beloved sister now looks for his father in an attempt to bring her back to life...

Keiss Goodfellows
A thief who grew up knowing that anything locked the world isn't safe from one with an expertise at lockpicking, Keiss eyes only the prize and takes this philosophy quite well. An expert thief raised in the slums of Kimalasca, his down-to-earth approach to things in life made it clear to others that this slacker knows his way around life; get the job done, don't let emotions get in the way.

Andrew Roanfeldt
Religion is a very powerful political factor. To leave it unattended would represent some unexpected setbacks considering most of the citizenry still believe in the Goddess Martel instead of some stone worshiped by some crazy adviser. Andrew is just one of the Equantarian church's rank and file priests, but he fills in as a spy for the Brotherhood considering their approval is needed when the Royalty is to request an execution or killing, secret or not. Outside of duty, he acts as how all big adult brothers do: kind, hearty with a joking attitude and a sarcastic voice that gives it away.

Almaz Castagnier
The future Duke of Larmes, life was completely normal until he had met Natalie at the age of 5. He could still recall the differences even now, for the Natalie he knew back then was shy, humble with low self esteem. Now he could wonder where all that went as Natalie frequently bosses him around, reminding him of their promise to marry over and over again, especially when he was near other women. Gentle, kind and somewhat of a scaredy cat, perfect for the kind of prey that Natalie loves to abuse, using him as a pack mule or a punching bag to take out all her rage on, among other things.

Natalie Lualdi
The fickle daughter of the 'mad' Emperor, Natalie is known to many associates by her stingy, conceited, bossy and spoiled, fitting the mold of the snobby princess generalization. Next in line for the throne, she is constantly bothering Almaz by reminding him that they are engaged. She is a very jealous woman, easily envious by other relationships. She will not hesitate to use underhanded tactics if her 'husband-to-be' happens to look at any other woman. In battle, none in the Royal court could ever be as accurate as her, joining her father in hunts as young as 12 years old.




Autocratic Republic of Kimalasca
Chancellor Raymund Aer Blanchette

Sovereign Malkuthan Empire
Emperor Igraine Auzu Lualdi , Emperor and Leader of Malkuth
Rigel Del Hatii, Captain of the Guard and Nathaniel's personal mentor
Sieg Der Hatii, Son of Rigel and a Skilled Swordsman
Dainn Crowley, Head sage and

Holy Society of the Octavian

Brotherhood of the Flowering Rose
- Yuan Kai-fel, Leader of the Brotherhood
- Rita Mordio
- Harold Yeager, Senior Member

Estelle

As Estelle struggled once more against the the tough rope that kept her wrists tied together, she felt utterly helpless against their strength, defeated and alone. Is this what a princess deserved for trying to fulfill a good deed? Is that what you got for trying to help? For many weeks now, months, the tension between Malkuth and Kimilasca had been growing and she herself had volunteered to travel away from her home to try and cure whatever it was that was going wrong between the two kingdoms. In her eyes, she saw it that no matter how strained the bond between her land and the land of Malkuth grew, they had to stick together. They only really had each other amongst this mess of a world and to survive against the evil that was now devouring it they must prove as allies, not as enemies. So you can imagine the uproar when things began to fall apart.

Being as brave and as headstrong as she was, despite warnings that the king of Malkuth had already gone a little mad, Estelle believed that she could win over the hearts of his people so to say and make them all see how important her visit actually was and how important that it was that they see the points that she was offer to them.
Bu then everything had gone wrong and she'd been captured; even her guards hadn't been able to save her. And now she was imprisoned, about to be used as some sacrifice for the Great Fisher. And she didn't want to die, she really didn't. Not if she wasn't going to complete her quest. Estelle knew how important she was to her people, how much they were depending on her to right the wrongs in Malkuth and work up a strong peace treat with the king. But no. Instead he wanted to kill her.

With this thought in mind, Estelle stood up from her sitting spot and walked towards the bars to her prison cell. Her foot was chained to the wall, meaning trying to move any further would have proved futile but at least she could just about reach the perimeter of her room. Just about.
Ignoring the awful pain that jabbed her ankle as the shackle dug further into her skin, Estelle called out, her usual soft and melodic voice carrying further than it had before. Over and over again she cried for help, knowing it would probably prove pointless. But before she died she had to know that she'd tried. And maybe.. just maybe someone would take pity on her, set her free? That was a long shot though, the princess knew that. But it was worth a try, right?

Lilibeth

Lilibeth Laforet was going to die. There was no doubt about that anymore. In a similar situation to Estelle, the elf had her hands bound and her little ankles shakled as she the hours slowly ticked by, the hours that were counting down to her death. There had been so much that she wanted to do with her life, so much that she could have done with her life. But for one reason or another her dreams had always been stamped on, many a time by her own race.
The only sparkle of light that she'd ever manage to grasp onto was Yuan, her wonderful Yuan. He was so kind to her and for once serving a man didn't seem like such an awful task for Lilibeth.

The two of them grew to know each other's boundaries and there was a line that none of them ever crossed. And thus a beautiful relationship blossomed, which is really more than a Plains elf could have ever asked for.
But now all of that was about to end, because Keiss had betrayed her. At least it means I won't have to serve again.. She thought to herself absently, the thought bringing on a nauseating feeling in her gut. She wouldn't be able to serve because she'd be dead. And as much as that thought would have comforted her one day.. not anymore. It just fuelled an awful bitterness and fear inside of her that she needed to let out but couldn't because of the cell she was currently being kept in. It didn't hold much to the imagination and where usually she might have been able to run off her frustrations, now there was just.. nothing.

Sighing heavily, Lilibeth leant back against the wall, her eyes scanning a guard that walked past her cell. They were always meandering around, checking to see that nobody had escaped. If she hadn't have been chained to the wall, she might have been able to escape quite easily. It wasn't hard for an elf as agile as herself to sneak up on a brute like that, one rock around the head and she'd be out of this place and running off to fulfill her duty to Yuan.
With the thought of him sending a bit of a pang through her chest, Lilibeth refused the tears that stung in her eyes and continued to scowl at the guard. "How much longer until you let me swing?" She asked him bitterly, inner fury showing the worst side of her.

Estelle

After countless more cries later, Estelle slumped back onto the cold ground beneath her, her ankle throbbing as it seeped crimson liquid. She was, it had to be said, a complete mess. With her slightly pinkish hair as tousled as if she'd just tumbled backwards through a rose bush and her clothes stained with dirt from the ground beneath her she looked to be anything but a princess. At this rate the Great Fisher wouldn't want to eat her, she looked to be in that much of an awful state.
Feeling sudden tears sting in her eyes, the princess wiped furiously at her cheeks as they dampened with the tears, not wanting to let any of the guards see her upset and give them the satisfaction of seeing her weep. She had to stay strong, for her people, for all of the people that were counting on her to do the right thing.

But as that burden grew heavier on her shoulders, the more Estelle stopped believing that she'd ever escape this god awful cell and fulfill what she'd first set out to do. Curling herself into a fetal position, the princess closed her eyes, just willing sleep to take her. The hours where she was unconscious was the only time that she could be comforted by the dreams in which she was back at home and living her life as happily as she had been doing before all of the bad creatures hit her country.
And back then she'd still had so much to do with her life, marry, have children, watch them grow. But now she'd never get the chance because she was the king's sacrifice and she was going to die.

"Finally feeling the weight of your burden, princess?" Scoffed one of the guards, his stubbled chin tremoring with laughter. Estelle just scowled at him as she sat up and backed herself against the wall, to stop her from doing something she might regret.
"Aw, come now. Would you like me to come in there and cheer you up sweetie?"
"You set one foot nearer to me if you know whats best for you," came Estelle's bitter reply as her green eyes blazed with silent fury. Her reply was followed by throaty laughter from the guard she'd spoken to and many of whom were hidden around the corner, listening in to this little scene. And as the large, burly male began his rant about how she didn't know she was born, etc, etc, the princess took up her fetal position once more, using all of her strength to block out his god awful words.

Lilibeth

Lilibeth never took her stunning eyes away from the guard, her piercing gaze seemingly searching his very soul. The elf was aware of how beautiful her people were and believed it disgusting how they were prejudiced against because they wished to show off such looks and as the warden spoke, she pinpointed him as one of those people. Just another to ass to the pile of the people who could see no further than there own noses. It was a shame really, what the creatures of this world had come to but she knew that a simple Plainsland elf such as herself would never see a change in them - not in this life time anyway.

However, at the mention of a special visitor, Lilibeth felt her ears prick a little as she listened for further information. Never mind the fact that she'd hang in just a little while, if this special visitor was who she was hoping it would be.. she might just have a slight chance. Sure, it was a long shot to think that Yuan would have gotten to her so fast and even put his life at risk for her, but she had to hold onto that little bit of hope.. she had to as there was nothing else.

Deep in thought, Lilibeth was only shaken out of her stupor at the warden's next words, her eyes narrowing as his words squeezed at her heart. As much as she'd toughened herself to the ridicule over the years, it still hurt to hear things like that. Just because her ears were slightly more pointed than usual she was discrimminated against. Creatures had such narrow minds these days and it frustrated her to say the least.
"I dare you to come in here and find out," replied the elf, her voice full of seduction but holding an undertone of a deathly threat. Once chance would all it take and Lilibeth could have such a rat flailing on his back. She knew that, but the question was, did he?
It was true, that many elves served their masters for one main purpose, but although Lilibeth had had her fair share of unpleasant experiences, she'd never been held long enough to have experienced what some others of her kind must have had.

In the next instance, a visitor appeared in the doorway and Lilibeth found herself inching forwards to get a better look at the male... priest who stood there, his familiar robes driving a pain of disappointment through her heart.
Scowling at the guard she watched the small exchange of keys and set herself comfortable, legs crossed and hands rested upon her knees.
The priest was an Equantarian Priest.. a betrayer. They had been some of the only people to help her own kind until they changed their minds and joined the majority in their discrimination. Whatever this young man had to say, Lilibeth wasn't particularly interested and to have him here.. was definitely an insult. And careless.

As he spoke, she couldn't help but smirk when he didn't meet her gaze. "I do not." She said simply and turned away from him, moving towards the back of her cell, not giving a crap really what kind of reaction her answer might get. She was going to die and she did not need to be kicked in the stomach before hand.

Estelle

As the guard's continued to taunt her, Estelle stayed curled up into a princess sized ball, tears stinging at her eyes. Usually, things like this didn't bother her too much and she was hard enough to let the insults just bounce off her but not today. Not now. She'd been starved of food for the last couple of days and deprived of sleep. She wasn't in the best of states health wise and she didn't have the strength to defend herself. However, that infamous stubborn streak showed through slightly as she wiped furiously at her eyes, refusing to let the tears that she wanted to cry make their presence known on her milky white cheeks. They wouldn't see that she was weak.. she wouldn't let them..
However, it was in the next instance that the taunting stopped and the princess found herself lifting her little head, bright green eyes searching for the cause of the silence.

And that's when she saw him. A young man had taken over from the awful guards, something seemingly more to him than met the eye... As Estelle noticed this, she very slowly sat up again, back leant against the wall as she hugged her knees to her chest. She couldn't help the glimmer of hope that she felt whilst looking at him.. He looked a touch older than herself and he had kindness in his eyes, which he looked to be desperately trying to hide. As though if this what up to him she wouldn't be here.. And the princess had already decided that she was going to hang onto that fact with her life.
If he didn't agree with what was happening here.. maybe, just maybe she could persuade him to do something about it? Ok, so Estelle knew that that was a long shot, but she could try right? Anything was worth a try if it contained even the smallest amount of hope.

However, when the young man spoke, the princess couldn't help but flinch at the tone of his voice. The kindness she'd seen glimmering in his eyes was obviously not at all evident in his tone.. But surely she couldn't have imagined such a pronounced expression? Who knows, maybe she was delirious with starvation.
"You haven't told me anything that I didn't already know," she replied in the same kind of tone, yet hers being a lot softer. It certainly held the longing that she felt about going home.. to her own kingdom, to her own people. How she wished eventually, someone might just take pity on her.

After a while of comfortable silence though, Estelle deep in thought, she finally lifted her head once more to the young man who sat opposite her. She didn't particularly want to make conversation with one of his majesty's guards, but then she did want to make conversation with someone. She felt lonely, sat in her prison cell, clasped in chains and with nothing to do, nobody to speak to. They were turning out to be the most miserable days of her life.. the most miserable last days.
"What is your name?" She asked eventually, never taking her intense gaze away from the young man. Estelle knew he might not answer, or worse insult her like the others had done but she was willing to take that chance. You got no where in this life if you didn't take risks.

Lilibeth

Lilibeth listened in stony silence to the priest's babble, her eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to insult her. "I am sure," she said after a long moment, refusing to let him get to her. Maybe it was because he was of the priests that had once helped her people did Lilibeth feel a slight draw to him, like he might turn out to help her again or something, but her mood further declined when he got up and left with his harsh words, his face reflecting nothing but an 'I don't care' expression, causing awful anger to start bubbling inside of the young elf as well as a kind of terror at the thought of hanging. Would it hurt? Would her neck break on impact? That she wasn't sure of and didn't particularly want to think about, but the more that she pushed it out of her mind, the more it came back to haunt her.
However, it was in the next few moments that the guards appeared in her cell with their equipment ready and waiting.

As she watched them approach her, the elf thought about fighting back simply out of frustration and to make the guards's lives more awkward, but restrained herself and let the logical part of her mind take over. What good would it do? Probably cause more pain for her in the long-run, which she didn't think that she could deal with so instead let her body go limp and lifeless as they cuffed her up, wrapping the bag over her pretty little face and tying the noose around her neck. It was a good job the poor elf wasn't claustrophobic. In fact, Lily was almost glad that they'd pulled it over to cover her face, as once inside of it's material, everything in the outside world sounded numb.. and so far away. All she could hear was the sound of her own rapid breathing, she could see nothing but little beams of light streaming in through minute holes in the material.

Suddenly though, something sharp prodded harshly into her back and Lilibeth sucked in a breath in pain. The spear head had surely drawn blood and her little hands curled into fists at her sides as she tried not to let her anger get the better of her. The boos and hisses of the crowd meant that she would be satisying their want for action if she did, something which she wasn't about to do. And stupidly, she felt close to tears. The things they were shouting, the hands of the guards wondering to places that they shouldn't, the harsh feel of the rope rubbing against her slender neck. It was all too much. Sure, one would think that by now the elf was used to such slander, such discrimination, but it was something that never failed to bother her. No matter how used to it she had become.
Needless to say that the situation became worse when the sack was removed from her head, blue eyes squinting in the bright light of the blazing sunshine.

After her eyes had eventually adjusted, Lilibeth decided to keep her gaze settled on the floor as the noose was fitted around her neck, trying her hardest to block out the jeers for death and the awful god damn voice of the governor, who she wanted to kill now more than ever. If Keiss hadn't have.. Urgh. Calm yourself Lily.. Already the elf could feel herself becoming more and more agitated and took deep breaths to keep herself cool, settling for cursing Keiss to hell and back for what he'd done.
However, it was in the next instance, just as Lilibeth was preparing herself for death, that she heard a slight commotion to her left and inclined her head to see the priest from before with his hand covering the lever that could kill her with one movement.

Of course, her eyes widened in shock at his words and her heart pretty much soared with hope, especially when blood spurted everywhere as the attack began.
Who was this priest..? She wondered to herself, now frantically scanning the crowd for Yuan.. Her Yuan. Was he here? No that wouldn't be possible but-
But then her thoughts were cut off as someone managed to pull the lever, and Lilibeth fell, the weight of her body dragging her neck down against the rope as it cut grooves into her skin and she tried her best to gasp for breath, feet dangling. Could the priest's efforts all have been in vain? Was this it?
And as she slowly drained herself of oxygen, Lilibeth really believed that it was the end of her until suddenly that pressure was gone from her neck and she fell with a light thud to the floor, grimacing a little as her ankle erupted in pain and as she gasped for air, this time it thankfully filling her lungs.

Who had..? God she was so confused! However, in the next moment Keiss, that bastard Keiss was removing the weapons that had kept her prisoner, Lily resisting the urge to give him a good slappin'. "Oh you wish, Keiss," she hissed, but her expression was one of playfulness and mischief as her happiness at surviving showed. "But you never know, keep trying like this and you may just get your reward."
Still grinning at him, the attractive elf was soon distratced however as a spear was thrown her way, landing just a little away from her feet. And as she looked up, she saw the face of her Yuan and felt a little choked up. He'd come for her.
At his ordersthough , Lily simply nodded and ran like the wind towards her destination, drop-kicking guards as she went and eventually coming into contact with one of their weapons, which she kept on her person as well as the spear as she gracefully weaved in and out of the crowds, eventually running free of them and heading straight for the intersection.

Needless to say, when Lily finally reached it, she didn't bother stalling for one moment as Yeager and Rita tried to fend off the governor's protectors, the elf hiding in the shadows before she knew it was safe to make her move.
Only when all of the guards were busy, the governor backing towards his exit did the elf pounce from the shadows, spear readied in hand. And in the next moment it was piercing the governor's skin, his face contorting with pain and shock as Lilibeth landed on top of him in a slight crouch, legs on either side in not the most innocent of positions.
"What victory against the Brotherhood?" She hissed at him, watching the light flicker out of his eyes as he eventually stopped writhing in pain, his beret now matching the colour of the cloth around his chest as his head lolled back. The governor was dead. That was it. Her mission complete. In one simple movement, it was done.

Yeager and Rita had both managed to kill the guards and were left panting at the side, watching Lilibeth with wary eyes as she slumped onto the floor next to the body, the crippling pain in her ankle proving too much.
"We need.." She gasped desperately, sweat beading on her forehead. "To get out of here.."