Adacia

The Realm of Adacia

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a part of Adacia, by Gladis.

The Realm of Adacia

Gladis holds sovereignty over The Realm of Adacia, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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The default location of Adacia

The Realm of Adacia

The Realm of Adacia

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The Realm of Adacia is a part of Adacia.

2 Places in The Realm of Adacia:

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Floralia Starheart [7] I hold the power within the palms of my hands, but I cannot control it as I am too young.
Sylvie Marks [6] A Mermaid...
Verna Capps [1] Verna is hard to find, she travels around and lives on the streets.
Lucille [1] "My old life is nothing more but a mere dust, flying away in the bitter breeze."
Darva Eldoris Halcyon [0] As a girl of the deep sea, I'm still sinking deeper, shutting myself away beyond the darkness.
Sage [0] Mamma says its fake...The dreams say its true...

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart

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There wasn't much Floralia could do, other than attend to her studies and listen to her overseer and look out the windows of the palace to the ocean far below the rocky shore. Sometimes, she would run outside into the stone courtyard and watch the busy city of Corell. However much freedom they gave her as a child, she still felt trapped and incapable to do anything properly. All she wanted to do was help her home, but she knew that she wouldn't have that ability for many years to come.

There was a day when Floralia was watching the port that her overseer decided to take her down to it, among the people that resided there. She remembers that day most, of all since her grandfather's death, and she loved walking through the crowds and being able to give them help and assistance if that is what they so needed and desired. That night was almost just as magical when they walked along the pier and looked out across the ocean at the night sky. "It's beautiful." She whispered to her overseer before they traveled back to her lonesome palace.

"I may as well allow her to explore, not like she is going to affect anything if she is hurt or kidnapped." The overseer stated firmly to one of the maids who had scolded him for taking her out.

"Yes, sire, but she is still a girl and she is still going to be queen. Maybe that day isn't for years to come, but it will come, and when it does she will be able to take power back again." The maid strains in a whisper, trying to prove her point that the little princess should not be allowed out. From that day on, the most freedom Floralia could receive was that of her outdoor instructions or when she had the free time to take her pony down to the gates and watch the other children playing in the sunlight just on the other side. This was not the life and inability to control the power that was held within Adacia that she wished to have. She needed a way to regain that power, but for now, she would not and could not and would and could only watch the common child play with his or her toys more freely than she ever might be allowed to.

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Character Portrait: Verna Capps

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Verna ran through the mass of peasants crowding the path. Her bag filled with fruit and coins hit the side of her hip hard. The merchants screamed and yelled at her. Verna felt a strong yank on her shoulder. A small, thin boy ripped the bag from her shoulders. "Get back here!" the merchants yelled. Verna made a desperate attempt to grab the bag, but it was too late. She knocked over a stack of crates and ran for the safety of the woods.

Verna arrived at her camp moments later. She hadn't eaten in four days, the hunters had wiped out almost every animal that she could hunt. She laid on the ground and looked up. She could see a banner waving in the distance. It had to be from the castle. Verna clenched her teeth. She hated how the people in the castle were lavishly feed, the best thing Verna every tasted was a slice of day old bread. She had never had fresh baked bread. She longed to be taken care of without a care in the world. She knew even the royal family didn't have that privilege. It was impossible not to worry about something.

Verna carefully picked the deadly, dangerous berry known as the snake berry. Like the venom of a snake, it would kill you. If mixed with Death Knight, another type of berry, it could kill in a matter of seconds. Verna made money in many ways. Stealing, selling poisons, assassination, you name it. She was mixing up a poison to assassinate a royal cook who had taken a man's child by force and made the small child work for him. She was going to sneak in there while he was cleaning the kitchen and stab him with a blade with the "Death Snake" poison on it.

Hours later Verna emerged from her hiding spot where she was watching the castle. She saw the cook. She grinned and headed towards the castle.

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Character Portrait: Sylvie Marks

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Sylvie swam around in her home, the caverns. To an outsider they were dark, scary and couldn't possible harbor any sort of life. However, swimming deeper one would find life, color and excitement. The caverns were teaming with exotic species of fish, other marine animals and mermaids with every fin color imaginable. The small buildings made of coral were grand and elegant framed by the deep blue color of the sea. Sylvie was nervous, today is the day she would go to their leader and request permissions to get closer to the human world, for not only humans but the other magical creatures she's heard about. Her only interaction with creatures outside of mermaids were of course, the marine animals. However, there have been stories, stories of humans that ride on silly contraptions that float on top of the water. However all too often they crash. Humans have these funny things called legs, they don't have scales rather hair. Now isn't that silly?
Sylvie approached the largest cavern, home to to the leader. She slowly swam inside and bowed before him respectively "Um sir, I am requesting your permission to journey out into the world of the land, at least as close as I am permitted. The king nodded thoughtfully for awhile before replying "Well I guess, you must however sign a contact detailing that you will not reveal any of our secrets nor take anyone to our caverns without our express permission. Sylvie was barely listening to him and just signed the contact blindly, what did it matter? She was free!
After meeting with the king she said her goodbyes to her family and packed up her bags for exploring.

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Character Portrait: Floralia Starheart

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Going to her studies every day like the good little princess she was, Floralia only became more and more lonesome and sad. She hadn't ever once tried to leave, but she couldn't take her sadness anymore. Wandering over to her overseer, she looked up at him with her big eyes, giving him the most pathetic gaze ever. "Sir, I wish to leave the palace again. I want to meet others and see my own people. I want to help them and do good things for them, but I don't think I can do that here." She gently cooed to him like a baby bird might to its mother after giving up on ever being fed. She wanted him to feel her pain and see her defeat. She wished for him to take her out of the gates to play with the other children and meet her people.

"Now, Flora... dear... I can't take you out of the gates anymore." He sighed and looked legitimately depressed. Floralia was shocked that he denied her request because it was only going to be for a little while. She began to cry and ran off to her room angry and even more lonely. She thought for sure he would have taken her outside, but no... She was to remain trapped in her gates.

That evening, she skipped dinner to remain within her locked doors of her room. If she were to be trapped, then she would prefer to be trapped in her room with the blinds shut so she could see no one at all. However, a strong gust of wind forced the doors to her balcony to fly open. She let out a slight whimper as she looked out into the sky, still bright with life, wonder and excitement. She wanted to have part of that. She really did. As she walked over to the balcony where she could look out to the sea and her people in the East quarter, she remembered that desire. "I will get out." She whispered to herself as she ran back into her room, calling in a maid to dress her in the most simple dress she had, then she sent the maid away as soon as she had called her in.

Running throughout the palace, dodging her own guards, maids, caretakers, and overseer, she finally made it to the courtyard. From there she quickly made her way to one of the back gates, one she knew would be open at this time of day due to shipments of food and fruits, and fled through it. It wasn't enough to just be outside the gates, though. She needed to see her people.

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She journeyed slowly out of the caverns savoring the first time she would ever see the clear sky and the kingdom of the people. She kept her body mostly underwater but every so often she would lift her head up and look at the beautiful buildings. She felt disappointed because she could not see any people. She knew to be wary of them, she'd heard stories where mermaids journeyed out and never returned because they had been captured by people. Or worse, fallen in love with a person and had been banished for betraying their other merfolk. She swam up to a large rock that concealed her enough by also allowed her to watch the castle and all the people walking around. It was a magnificent sight. There were women dressed in beautiful dresses walking back and forth on the docks, men fixing those funny little floating crafts and small little humans. They were adorable with their tiny little legs. She very much enjoyed watching humans. However, she wondered what was so special about the people who lived in the large house. Why did they get to live there?

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Verna creeped closer and closer to the castle door. She tried to open it. No such luck. She turned her blades sideways and dug them into the holes between the bricks. She would have to climb up to a window and somehow silently break it. Then she would have to sneak all the way into the kitchen where the cook was. Besides, there was a masquerade of sorts going on. She took her blades out. Maybe she could sneak in though, pretend to be a servant and steal food. Killing the cook would be too difficult. She might as well just give up the money and steal food for herself. She walked back over to the door and fit one of her smaller daggers in. She twisted it around and unlocked the door. She snuck in and spied a lavishly dressed woman near the kitchen. She grinned, came up behind her and gave the woman a strong blow to the head. She dragged the woman to a closet and switched her clothes out for the woman's. She emerged from the closet and headed into the wide room where everyone was gathered. She smelled food and knew she hit the jackpot. She just hoped that no one would approach her.

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Verna's mouth drooled as she saw half a dozen cooks place bread and rolls onto the table. As she headed for the table the food was placed on, a shout rang through the room. "There she is! She knocked me out and stole from me! Get her!" In a matter of seconds, guards charged at her. Verna quickly jumped up on the table, fighting solders with chairs and plates. She spied a chandelier above her. She waited for a tall guard to hop on the table. Once he did, she climbed up his shoulders and grabbed onto the chandelier. She swung wildly around before she grabbed onto a banner. As soon as she did, the chandelier broke and fell out of the ceiling. Verna clung to the banner. This was not part of her plan. There was a loud ripping sound that echoed through the room. "Crap," verna muttered.

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Sylvie stood there stunned. What had she done? She didn't understand why the girl was so upset, it was supposed to be a happy reunion with the doll. Do humans really put curses on things? Was the doll cursed? She quickly followed Elsbeth, tripping several times on her newly formed legs and annoying long skirt. She grasped the doll in her hand firmly, maybe the doll was identical to the little girl? It was rather curious, she had never heard of dolls and humans being exactly alike. She wished she could understand their language but she was only able to analyze the tone of voice.

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Lucille yawns, and frowns. She barely slept at all. She walks around, in a small circle, obviously bored. She rubs the sides of her arms.
She was cold, and bored. Her face saddening, she smelled food. It was at the castle. She slowly edged towards the castle, her hunger bothering her.
It isn't that far away, she thought,walking quicker and quicker.

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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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Christpher blinked and paused, tilting his head as he noticed the girl first looked scared... and then didn't seem to understand him. Oh great. This would make things so much more complicated. He tried again. "You... do not understand what I am saying, my lady... do you?" he asked.

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Elsebeth took another step backwards, shaking her head and still confused. Why couldn't she just speak the language? That would be helpful, but she guessed not. She smiled slightly and tried to work out what he was saying from his body language. This didn't work. Assuming the worst she took another step backwards towards the door.

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Christopher sighed and let go of the hilt of his sword, hoping that might calm her. He held up his hands to show he wasn't holding anything. "Calm down," he said in a very gentle, soft voice, giving her the slightest of smiles, "I am not here to hurt you... okay?"

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Elsebeth nodded slightly, so he wasn't trying to hurt her. That was good, still didn't help or explain to her anything about what was happening or how to get out. She didn't move but really wanted to run away.

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A little while later, Floralia found herself in one of the passageways of the castle, near the room where her parents once resided in at night. She missed them more than anything in the world in that moment, even her mother who she hadn't ever known. Her childish instincts brought her down this hall and allowed her to continue crying until she no longer had tears to cry out. She allowed herself to fall gracefully to the ground against the wall, thinking about everything that's happened. What is the time now? Should I wait until later to deal with this? Can I even deal with this? She wondered as her head nodded forwards and drifted her into a deep slumber.

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The little demon boy hurried as he raced through the corridors of the castle, his bright red eyes wide and his somewhat longer, black hair fluttering slightly behind him as it started changing color to white. It always did that after he'd used his powers. Soft giggles were rolling from his lips, and though he knew he would have to hurry or otherwise he would be caught, the demon boy had to work very hard to keep himself from bursting out laughing. The scent of fire and smoke followed him as he ran... He blinked and shrieked as he suddenly tripped over something... no... someone. Oops...

Christopher sighed at the reaction of the girl, wishing there was some way they could communicate... but to be honest, Christopher could think of nothing. It was just too late at night for him to deal with things like this. "Please, just calm down..." he said softly, placing a hand to his forehead. He was having quite a headache from all the previous commotion of the day, and now this. All he truly wanted at the time, was to take a long nice bath and go to sleep... but he was not allowed to do either, as the lord commander of the queens guard, until these matters were solved. Suddenly he frowned, though. Was that... the smell of fire coming from somewhere?

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Elsebeth felt bad at the guards obvious annoyance and was going to try to apologise but she smelt smoke, and panicked slightly. She'd never actually seen fire before but she knew that it wasn't good. Without thinking she blurted out " fire?" In her own language, she'd been near one when she first came out and had seen the smoke and smelt it without actually seeing the flames, people had been yelling a word then she tried to say it tripping over the pronunciation. " Fire?"

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Floralia bolted awake after being jolted by something falling over her. She looked around, noticing a thick smell of smoke in the air. "Umm..." She murmured as she scampered to her feet to look at the being who had been the one to wake her. "W-who are you?" She asked him softly, her eyes widening as she pressed herself against the wall, cupping her hands together.