Adacia

Corell

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a part of Adacia, by Gladis.

The Capital of Adacia

Gladis holds sovereignty over Corell, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Welcome to Corell, the capital city of Adacia! It is therefore the largest city, well known and admired for its market place. As a port city, goods may be acquired from all locations in the kingdom as well as being important in the big fish industry. Besides those qualities, you may find yourself drawn to Corell due to its beautiful scenery and the loveliest views of the sea in all of Adacia. The tallest and grandest building of Corell is, of course, The Marble Palace with its white marble stone walls. The castle was built on a row of cliffs facing the sea, displaying its power and beauty to all ships coming into the port. It is not the largest castle, but it also isn't one of the smaller ones. Inside, decorations consist of things from the sea, like conch shells and pearls. Within the boundaries of East Corell, normal humans wander the streets carrying out their business duties within The Market Place, the Port of Corell, and the pubs and restaurants. The market place is the grandest market, selling products and items from every location, with a large fountain with its symbolic statue of a siren. This symbolizes the sirens, selkies, and mermaids that reside in the murky waters along the banks of Corell's ocean. They are most commonly sighted at the Port of Corell which acts as the shipping grounds for the market place. West Corell acts as the correctional facility, consisting of the criminals, thieves, and the very poorest citizens. South Corell acts as the slums of the city, with poor people and far too many homeless children begging among the streets. This is a place that Corell likes to forget about and leave by itself to deal with its own problems. North Corell sits around and behind the castle, but below it on the flat plain instead of the rocky cliffs. The wealthy reside in the decadent mansions with their charming gardens. Here also a number of important buildings such as the Royal Library, the Royal Institution of Corell and the infamous Art Museum of Corell. Outside the City Walls, you will find a row of cliffs descending from the tallest peak of them, where the castle is located. It is a popular destination for people who come to bath or take in the breath taking of the sea. However, I would always suggest you are careful when close to the water. You never know what dangers you might face, from more than that form hungry sirens or vengeful mermaids. The Siren Beach is rather small, and is located on the West side of Corell. Most people tend to stay away from it, as it is as the name suggests, a place regularly visited by sirens. The North Beach lies beneath the castle, and it is known for its broad shore and very fine, almost even white, shimmering sand. The water is clear and clean, making it another well visited location of families. In several places, small pink flowers poke their petal-ed head out of the sand. However, when the moon shines they take on a strange silver glow. They are rumored to bring the one who picks them luck, if he or she has a pure heart. Close to the beach, several smaller birch woods are scattered, lighting up the area with their greenery. Somewhat separated from the North Beach, the Underwater Caverns are located. Known for housing great riches, things such as jewelry and big amounts of gold, very few humans have ever made it there. It is known to be the home of many underwater species, and therefor is seen as rather unfriendly to humans. Be careful when visiting them. They may have the capability to make you rich and famous, but if you take one wrong step, you might find yourself undone before you could even realize what happened.

Corell

The Capital of Adacia

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Corell is a part of The Realm of Adacia.

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Christopher Serios [10] "There is no need to worry, my queen... I will always keep you safe."
Thrashnald [0] From the High Rock of Malthador, descends a twisted creature rejected from it's home.

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Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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"Yeah that's a good idea" I walk along the road with her "Keep your eyes out for any place that we might be able to stay. Hey I have an idea! I can write some human language maybe we can try writing to someone for help? I approach the nearest bar with and walk inside feeling nervous. I get a piece of paper and neatly write the only words I can, hoping that it can bring us help somehow. WHER IS FLORALI I hand it to the man behind the counter anxiously and try to best indicate that I need help and can't understand him too well.

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" You can? How did you learn?" Elsebeth asked in amazement,the strange symbols on the paper meant nothing to her. She waited anxiously as the man slowly read the piece of paper, frowning slightly.
" The princess?" He asked, miming and gesturing with his hands to try to make what he was saying obvious to us. I looked at him blankly feeling incredibly stupid she had always been pretty intelligent back home and now she just felt like a child.

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Lucille smirked. She could hear the door creak close. Finally! She thought. She quietly opened the window, and jumped up, to get out. She fell out of the window, and scowled,
"Thorny roses! No wonder Mamma put these here!" She tumbled out of the rose bushes, covered in thorns.
"Oww!"
She whined, as she scraped off the prickly plants. She crawls farther away from the house.
"Time to leave a life of abuse, and enter a world of freedom!"
She smiles. She had lived all her life with her horrible abusive Mother.
Her father died right before she was born, and that made her think it was Lucille's fault, so she had hated her ever since. She even named her after the killer of her father. Now, Lucille was running away. She had planned it all out, she was going to live in the forest, and avoid all contact with anyone. She was going to feed off the berries, and sleep in the trees. She hadn't really decided on clothes yet. That was for later.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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Sylvie didn't understand what he was saying but she figured that he understood what they wanted. She nodded and tried to show that they wanted and the man smiled "okay I'll get you a carriage" Sylvie still couldn't understand but she said the one word that humans seemed to be saying when they agreed "yes" soon a carriage pulled up and the man pointed for them to get in. Sylvie gave him a few coins and then boarded the carriage with Elsbeth. Soon she understood what that word meant, princess referred to whoever lived in the castle. Was it the girl that saved her? The girl that looked like her doll? She got out of the carriage and then walked to the door with elsbeth. Finally, she would learn the secrets to behind her doll. She knocked on the door and waited.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier Character Portrait: Christopher Serios

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A servant makes his way to the doors at the sound of a gentle knock on the giant doors. He gracefully opened them and gawked at the young women who stood before him. They were in cheap garments and obviously not supposed to be within the castle gates. He looked past them to the gates and sighed, sending for another servant to take a message to the highest guard of the little queen. As the second servant ran off to warn Sir Christopher of the opened gates and the arrival of two young ladies, the first servant looked them over for a moment longer. "My ladies, you should not find yourselves inside the castle walls. This is for the queen and her loyal servants alone." He sharply mentioned, with a tone of being above them, even though he likely wasn't seeing as he was nothing but a simple servant.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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Sylvie couldn't understand what the man was saying to them but he seemed mean and cruel. She started to get worried, this was supposed to be happy, she was supposed to find out more about her doll! She quickly pulled the doll out and pointed to it and then motioned to her mouth, ears and shook her head trying to indicate that she didn't really understand what the man was trying to say to her. She held the doll close, scared that the mean man was suddenly going to snatch it from her. Reality sunk in that she wasn't really meant for this world, she couldn't understand. She took a deep breath and tried to prounounce the name of her doll "fl- Flor ah lia?" she said feeling more and more nervous as the sweat began to bead at her forehead from anxiety.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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The man wrinkled his brow as he looked at the little doll, thinking how alike it looked to his queen. He was an elderly man now, remembering everything he could from his loyal servitude to the king and now his granddaughter. He recognized the doll's dress, too, but where from? He wasn't sure and reached a hand out to observe it within his own hands as the young lady quickly hid it in her arms again. He could tell she was nervous as she began to pronounce something on the doll. Was she trying to say the young queen's name? The sense of urgency that he felt moved him from the doorway and caused him to motion them inside, pointing to the doll. He recognized that the young woman hadn't understood him and was trying to accommodate for that, wondering where they could be from and how they could have come across the doll. He waved over another servant and sent him up to fetch Floralia from her gentle slumber, even if it meant a sleepless night for her.

Floralia found herself being awoken by a simple servant, and, as he explained to her, she only became more confused as to why she was awakened. Finally, she pulled herself from her cozy bed and made her way with the servant to the main hall in the palace to meet with the foreign girls that had been explained to her only moments ago.

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Lucille walks around, glancing at every rustle, sound, and shadow that prance around her. She spots a short tree, and smiles. She quietly sneaks towards it. Slowly, she sets her foot on the first branch, which was about half her size tall. She makes a small grunt, and climbs on. Lucille jumps to the next branch, and find her legs dangling. Her hands start to slip, and the friction between the branch and her delicate hands start to form cuts. With one more small slide, She falls off the branch, and makes a very loud thump. She frowns, and looks up at the tree. Instead of making an attempt to climb back up, she leans up against the tree, then curls up, closes her eyes, and falls asleep.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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Sylvie smiled shyly as the girl that rescued her before approached her. Maybe this doll was her good look charm "F-Flor?" she asked softly in her foreign sounding accent. The nervously shifted her feet, not yet accustomed to standing like this for these long amounts of time. She didn't know what to because she couldn't pronounce many human words. She looked at elsbeth feeling very scared all of a sudden. They were alone,poor and had little understanding of humans,their customs and their language. Why did she think that she could do this?

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Elsebeth watched the princess walk towards them, she stepped back away from the both still confused as to what was happening. She turned to Sylvie and said quickly, hoping that she wouldn't get in trouble for speaking her own language " What's happening? Who is she?"

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Sylvie leaned close to her to whisper "I..I'm not sure but I think she's connected to my doll" she whispered as the girl approached. Talking in their own language was a risk but it was hard to speak english or not speak at all. She sighed and watched the little girl approach them. She didn't understand why she held power but at the same time adults held power over her.

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Elsebeth frowned looking at the doll. " What is that? " She asked. She wished that she knew more about the doll, if she had been told earlier she might have been able to find out something before they were in the castle. Elsebeth smiled at Sylvie reassuringly, she hoped that it'd be okay, castles scared her a little anyway but as long as she didn't say anything all would be fine.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier Character Portrait: Christopher Serios

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Floralia walked up to the young women, immediately recognizing the one's face, but... how is she walking... on legs? Floralia paused in her thoughts, listening to the mermaid-in-human form that attempted to say her name, or something similar. These were not only foreigners, but mermaids... or at least the one was. She gently nodded her head to the servants within the room, as the two "foreigners" talked between themselves, dismissing them. She then motioned for them to follow her into another room, lighting a candle on the way. Sitting down in her sleeping clothes on the luxurious furniture, Flora demonstrated for the women to do the same. Miming as she talked, she slowly said, "I don't know what you're saying... and... I you don't know what I'm saying." She then pointed to the doll and gave the mermaid a quizzical glance. "How did you get that?" She asked, a flashback from her childhood entering her mind as she asked.

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"Floralia, you need to come in now! There's a storm coming and things are not safe at night... Please come in... Your mother would have wanted you to come in." Floralia's father begged her to come into the palace as it was getting very late. The little girl of only three continued to throw her temper tantrum.

"I don't want to! I want to stay outside! Please! Mommy gave me a dolly and Mommy would have let me..." At this, her father picked her up angrily and carried her over to his horse so they could ride home from the fields. He was not going to have his child say anything about his wife and her mother. It was her fault she was gone and she was also all he had left of her and he wasn't about to allow her to ridiculously commit suicide at age three by staying out in the dark.

"Bad things happen to kids at night, so you will come in." He growled, throwing her onto his stallion as he jumped up himself. She was crying and screaming so much now that he couldn't understand anything she was saying. Little did he know that his little girl's favorite possession from her mother had been left behind, and that's what she was crying about.

After he got her to sleep that evening, he realized this treacherous error and immediately sent the royal guards out at the first light to look for it. However, it was never found and presumed missing forever due to the winds of the storms. Little Floralia only had one thing left of her mother besides her blood, a little locket that she placed on her neck that day and never took off from then on.

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Floralia pointed to the doll and then to herself. "That. Was. Mine..." She whispered, calling a servant into the sitting area from outside, "Please fetch Sir Christopher. I must speak with him immediately!" She exclaimed, looking back to the women sitting before her. She felt tears slipping out of her eyes as she attempted to compose herself, but soon was completely crying and had to run out of the room. She missed her father more than anything and that doll was as much a reminder of him as it was of her mother.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks Character Portrait: Elsebeth Olivier

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Elsebeth frowned, had Sylvie stolen the doll? She felt bad as the child started crying and moved towards her, wanting to comfort her. As she ran out of the room Elsebeth looked at Sylvie as if asking if she should go after her but without waiting for an answer ran after the princess. As she ran after the girl, further into the castle, she cursed herself for following her whim, this would be just perfect if she got arrested here, for trying to comfort a silly princess.

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(Gladis's post hid from sight O.o So, I'm moving it here so people can see it, and there's not much Floralia can do until it gets caught back up...)

Christopher quickly started making his way towards the throne room, as soon as he had gotten the message about the ladies. This did either sound fishy, or there really was nothing to worry about. He wasn't sure what he should think, though; only that the queens safety was first priority, and if she indeed was in danger (which was a possibility, but Christopher did somehow doubt two ladies would put the queen in danger), he would do everything to protect her. After all, the queen was all Christopher had left from... "No!" he snapped at himself, his voice echoing through the corridor. His eyes widened as he realized he had spoken aloud, and a few maids turned around to stare at him in surprise. Flushing inwardly, he carried on towards the throne room, muttering something to himself under his breath as the sounds of his footsteps echoed through the hallway. "I do not have time for this..."

He stepped into the throne room and glanced around, his eyes narrowed as he watched the queen and the ladies. Per automatic, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and watched them wearily for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Excuse me, ladies... but may I ask; what is going on? Why have you come here in the middle of the night; which does seem very suspicious- no offense," Christopher smiled apologetically as he stood at the queens side.

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Elsebeth looked up at the man who had just come into the throne room ; she took a step away from him instinctively , her eyes fixed on the glint of his sword. Why on earth had she come here? This was ridiculous, since she'd arrived on dry land she'd struggled to speak, struggled to walk and now it looks like she's going to die. Brilliant.

The man said some words that she didn't understand and she shook her head slowly, holding her hands up a little way, trying to show that she couldn't understand. He smiled and Elsebeth smiled nervously back, starting to think that maybe it wouldn't be terrible if she did stay, at any rate she wouldn't be able to run away very fast and they would get her. So she might as well try and talk to him.