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Alber Roth

"Only from the failures our past can we discover the correct path to our future."

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a character in “Althaea”, as played by Bradok187

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Gender: Male

Age: 53

Classification: Mage

Serves: None as of yet



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Personality: Quite and reserved Alber stands out among the other people of this realm. He is has a sarcastic bliss about him and despite his rather aggressive looking appearance, he actually rarely resorts to violence. He can often be found frequenting the brothels and taverns, for his the only thing that rivals his thirst for knowledge is his thirst for women and ale. Most find it hard to believe that he is so intellectual, but appearances can be deceiving and Alber proves that well.

Habits: In terms of habits, Alber shows them constantly. His most profound one being the constant smoking of his finely whittled pipe. Another would be his liking of ale and other assortments of alcoholic beverages. The few times he does frequent the cities of the outside world a good drink is the first item on his list. He also has tendencies to talk to himself, and when talking to others he often trails off subject.

History: Born the illegitimate son of a lower class noble man Alber and his mother were forced to leave the city of his birth because of the constant hounding by the guards under his father's control. By luck or misfortune they found their way withing the never ending maze of the Haunted Weald, it was there Alber would spend the remainder of his childhood.

In the early days of his life Alber's mother was able to provide for them well enough within the forest. She would gather various herbs and other things the local villages wouldn't risk the Weald to get for themselves, then trade them in a nearby village for whatever her and her son needed. It was also during this time that Alber discovered his unique abilities. His mother was scared at first, but soon she grew accustomed to her son's mystical properties. She believed that since he was brought to the place at such a young age and grew here, that he actually absorbed some of the forests life force. They had a semi-peaceful life for many years until Alber had a terrible dream while his mother was gone to the village. When she didn't return for several days he went to search for here, only to find his premonition was true. She had been accused of witchcraft and casting spells on the local children, for this she was hung. Alber fled into the forest, and never returned to the village.

For the rest of his days Alber spent his time both honing his fighting skills, and his proficiency of his wizardry. He became more attuned to nature and animals and his ability to control and manipulate the elements grew as he aged. He had learned more of his powers and how to better control them. Other than his visions he can now call on them at will. He had planned on living out the rest of his days in the forest, until another vision plagued his dreams. He saw terrible misfortune and a great uprising that would forever change the world. Hoping to prevent a war that could possibly consume his Weald, he set out to the God-Queen's city.


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Swordsmanship: Despite his magical prowess Alber has trained himself in the art of handling a blade to the best of his ability. Though he wont beat a trained swordsman in a duel, he is fully capable of defending himself.

Distortion: This ability allows Alber to distort the senses of both man and beast. Any sensory perception can be fooled by this ability, and only those with a very strong will or knowledge of magic can see through it.

Alteration: This ability allows the alteration and manipulation of the basic elements. Alber is able to create a slight drizzle from a rain cloud, or use the suns heat to form balls of fire.

Precognition: Alber is able to glance ahead at the future, but he has no control over this ability. The visions come at random times carrying random messages.

Perception: By making direct contact with a man or beast of another Alber is able to feel their emotions and their intensity.

So begins...

Alber Roth's Story

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Alber walked through the streets of the supposed God-Queen's city. Smoke escaped his lips as he withdrew the pipe and continued his slow walk towards the courtyard the Heralds of the city kept screaming about. It seemed that in all her divine glory the Queen demanded a blood offering as well. Alber wasn't to up to date on city affairs, but it seemed no one was speaking out about it so it must be a common event here. He inserted the pipe firmly between his teeth and took a deep breath before proceeding to the courtyard.

"A sacrifice, Alber said in his deep raspy voice "it seems this God-Queen is far from holy. Still, i'd like to see this for myself.

Alber wondered if no one truly opposed this idea of sacrificing someone or if it was just fear that silenced their objections. Alber didn't believe the Queen had any divine right or prowess, but he was not fool enough to test the bounds of his mortality either. He simply wished to know about this Queen, and how long the people could endure.

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Alber boldly walked down the streets until he reached the massive crowd of citizens gathering for sacrifice. Alber didn't put his faith into any form of Deity, instead he relied on his on knowledge an intuition to guide him. So in terms of the God-Queen his feelings were neutral at best. Going on what he knew she was an impressive woman of great influence and power. Goddess or not anyone that has that sort of power over the minds of man is to be respected, or feared.

Alber had hoped that by entering the city another vision would come to him, however as of yet nothing had revealed itself. He had kept his eyes open for any omens that might hint at a possible answer to his vision, but so far he had turned up nothing. That was of course before he entered the courtyard. A gentle breeze blew past him, carying on it the scent of lavender.

"So death it is then, despite what transpires at the ceremony someone will die."

He opened his eyes after taking in what had just came to be, and when he did he saw a peculiar sight. Two men, hidden in plain sight amongst the crowd had engaged in some form of conflict. One of the men looked extremely violent, while the other seemed to be more passive.

"Perhaps the omen was referring to one of them."]

Alber said as he began walking towards the two men. He grew close enough that his presence was surely known, but stayed justout of reach for the two men.

"Fighting in this place seems rather careless gentlemen. The winds carry death today, do not help them make it yours."

Alber stood before the men grasping his pipe and letting smoke escape his lips.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Sven put his left hand on Parem's hand clutching the hilt. "Dying to an army of knights is not for a fate I wish for you, Zel. She will get what is coming to her, but not from us." The former knight hastily replied, taking a look around the courtyard and people for any undue attention.

Sven saw Alber and blinked. "That's an interesting prospect, old man. But we are not fighting, we are brothers, see?" The merchant draped his right arm around Parem's shoulders. Sven took a sniff of the lavender breeze and cleared his throat, taking his hand off the sword.

The merchant leaned forward, putting his temple to Parem's. "If you truly want to see the death of a tyrant, contact a man called Father in the Residential District or a find a woman called Prisma." Sven whispered, taking his temple off and turning around to face Alber with a smile.

"You must be new here, friend. I'm Sven and this here is my brother Mathias, or well, half."

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#, as written by Maree
A bell tolled.

The unnamed eyes of the crowd all turned toward the balcony. Those who had been sitting now stood and even the children stopped playing, standing for their God-Queen. A hush fell over the courtyard but there was an energy building, excited and fearful.

Knight-Commander Gabriel Envictus appeared first followed suit by the ranks of the royal escort. And then in her full glory, God-Queen Sarene Iracot in her gossamer gown and crystal crown was revealed. Calor was not far behind.

The goddess kept her head held high and her face blank of any emotion. The sun burned the paint on her body and face, but she showed no pain. Sarene reached the edge of the balcony where everyone had the pleasure and privilege of looking upon their God-Queen. Raising her hands, she turned her palms upward and opened her arms.

"Iracot!" Sarene greeted. A cry of adoration and pure love rose up from the crowd, deafening to the ears. The very stones of the courtyard vibrated from their voices. Slowly her hands dropped and rested on the balcony's wall. The roar died down and all ears attuned themselves to the God-Queen.

Sarene swept her gaze over the crowd. Many women, and some men, fainted for they believed their God-Queen had looked them directly in the eye.

"Iracot, the people that I have given birth to from my own bosom. My Children, each and every one of you. I bring you today a sacrifice. A sacrifice to protect my Children from those who wish to come and conquer our lands from the Outside. The cruel rulers who come with vast armies to rape your wives, your children, and to kill your husbands in torturous, dishonorable, deaths."

"The Sacrifice that fuels the barrier of the border is given today by a young man. This young man came forth to me, confessed his trespasses, and begged to give his life to his Mother and to her Children so that they may continue to live on in everlasting peace."

"By the mercy of my hand, I have granted him this boon," Sarene said. "Bring forth Riyo Shikiro."

A line of Knights entered through the northern archway and made their way down the stairs. Riyo Shikiro was among them. He was not held in restraints and there was no trace of rebellion in his eyes. No longer did he blaspheme against the God-Queen, nor did he speak a word. He walked down in silent reverence, setting his eyes on the God-Queen as if she was to be the last thing he saw before he died.

The knights led Riyo Shikiro onto the platform. He stood at the center and out of the corner of his eye he saw Orfea. His lips trembled but still he dared not to say a word. Not yet. Riyo had seen sacrifices before where the God-Queen chose a Knight to honor. He, or she, would come and slit his throat and bleed him out. There were lines carved into the platform, scrolling and decorative-No, they were a symbol. It was a glyph.

It really was magic. He had been right!

"The Sacrifice today will not be preformed by one of my Knights. Today, Iracot, I give you this sacrifice," Sarene said, her voice projected easily in the courtyard.

"Orfea Pathen," Sarene Iracot called out. There was no mistaking the name, nor to who it belonged. Everyone was staring at her, even Riyo whose eyes were wide with fear, shock, horror, and filled to the brim with tears.

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The Knights of the God-Queen were stationed here and there throughout the courtyard; those in the Honor Guard were but a few of all those in the city. While her Armies were vast and powerful, it was the Knights who had been chosen to watch for trouble during the ceremony.

Knight-Commander Gabriel and the Honor Guard had positioned themselves around, but apart from, their God-Queen. Quinn Lemons, the Shield Guard, was standing a few feet behind and to her left, ready to spring should any threat be detected. The Knight Herald, Dunkel Sarokonnen, stood well behind her, the Banner of Iracot held high above his head, but not so much that it overshadowed the God-Queen. The other three Knights, including Gabriel, were stationed apart at regular intervals. It was a well rehearsed play, and one they were honored to take part in.

Leading the retinue of Knights guarding Riyo Shikiro, Enrico Vaseli strode at the head. He was an intimidating figure, wearing only his finest armor, black with gold lining, and holding his deadly Black Steel scythe aloft, the tool of the executioner. He was oft the chosen man for the job, and so he expected to be for this day.

He had known Riyo fairly well, even liked the boy a bit, but duty was duty, and in the God-Queen's name he would perform it... or so he thought. When She revealed her choice, even among the Knights there was surprise to be had. Enrico didn't dare voice his disappointment, but it was evident on his face.

A hush had fallen, awaiting only the approach of Orfea. Two of the Knights, Marcus Salazar and Charley Sweepers, had begun moving through the crowd towards her; to escort her in her new path.

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She watched as Riyo was practically dragged into the courtyard, shaking her head slightly in dismay.

Orfea listened half-heartedly to the speech, trying to compose herself so she didn't break down... Again. It was only when she heard her name be called the she finally looked up, but seemed to be frozen in place. The words 'I can't do this!' kept running through her already jumbled thoughts as she noticed the crowd set back so she had room to approach.

She could see her parents staring down at her in shock and sorrow, but also with the fear that she would run. But Orfea knew that she hadn't a choice, and was soon travelling the makeshift path the crowd had made her.
Once there, she bowed to her Queen in respect, before glancing over to Riyo - her only friend. Her eyes filled with tears, but she was quick to blank her face and hold her tears back.

Orfea put on a brave face, acting as if she was confident in the task she had been given. She looked over the crowd as they merged back into the original formation they had been in before. They were all staring at her, and secretly in unnerved her. Of course, she could never let that show. Instead, she acted as though she was perfectly fine with the hundreds of eyes that laid only on her.

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Parem and Sven locked eyes for a few moments. His hand still tight on the hilt of his sword...
With reluctance, he released his hand from his sword and sighed. Sure, he had the power to make a scene and wreck havok. But Sven's comment about dieing at the hand of the queen's knights had sparked sense into him. No matter how much Parem hated the idea, he knew it was true. Even if he managed to approach the queen, her guardians would kill him before he could utter a single word. "Alright then... Brother. Tell me more about this Father you speak of?" Just before he could get an answer he noticed a man facing them. So Parem pulled his hood up farther to hide his face and turned slightly to face him.
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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Alber Roth
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"Please, Cordelia, formalities between us are far from necessary, I assure you," Selwyn said with his trademark grin forming across his face. He gently placed his hand on her cheek.

"I look forward to seeing you later," he cooed."My lady," Looking straight into her eyes, boring into them with his chestnut brown ones, he lightly grazed her skin before removing his hand and moving past the other Knights, nodding to each with a smirk of falsified respect as he passed.

The man had always taken an interest in Cordelia. Despite not caring much for anyone or anything other than his coin and position, he was still a man at the end of the day, and any man finds it difficult to escape his carnal interests. There had been several times where Selwyn hired concubines of the Pleasure Ward who had similarities in appearance to that of Cordelia Ightlor. Always in secret, of course, and making sure to pay them handsomely for their discretion. Although most of these courtesans were aware that if any secret of Selwyn's escaped their lips, they would find themselves mysteriously waking up halfway across Althaea, far from where any damaging information could be used against him.

He heard the bell toll and made his way to his spot on the balcony, looking to the God-Queen herself. "Your grace, it is, as always, an honor to be in your presence on such a glorious occasion. Praise be to you," he exclaimed with a deep bow. Stepping towards his designated spot on the balcony, he noticed Shiabiann, the Magistrate of the Pleasure Ward, already in her position. The two had a mutual respect, yet distrust of each other. It was an interesting relationship, to say the least. They knew they could ruin each other if they wanted to, yet most times it made more sense to both to be in good graces with each other...as long as they always remained at a bit of a distance.

"Magistrate, good day to you. I trust things are good with you in your Ward, yes?" he asked with a bow of his head and a smirk.

Overlooking the masses, he took in the proceedings and watched as his Queen called up Orfea Pathen to the sacrificial stage. Selwyn stood back, crossing his hands behind his back. Taking a last glance at the hunger and blood lust in the citizens eyes, the man grinned, excited for the opportunity to satisfy their vices in drink and gluttony in his Ward post-cermony.

It would, after all, prove to be a profitable day.

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A cloud of white escaped between the small part in Alber's lips as the man now spoke to him. Alber took a few steps closer to the men getting close enough where he could speak to them in a hushed tone.

"I see, I was hoping her holiness' ceremony would not go as scheduled. Sacrifice, BAH! More like public execution."

Alber looked at the men with sorrowful eyes as the bell began it's haunting call. It wouldn't be long before the Queen reasserted her dominance over this land, and to do so she would bath in the blood of an innocent. Alber looked away from the two men and towards the platform where a few new people had emerged inciting gasps and other sounds from the crowd.

"Today the war will begin. The Queen will not forfeit her rule and mountains of dead will line these streets."

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#, as written by Maree
Cordelia now stood on the inside of the gateway to the courtyard, along with her comrade in arms, Calvin. There was not a soul left in the empty streets and nothing to guard. She could not stop thinking about Selwyn and what he had said to her. If Calvin had said anything of his opinion on Selwyn, or on what the man had said, Cordelia definitely had not heard.

She was beginning to doubt her choice of attending the event. And yet, Cordelia wanted nothing more than to be cornered by the powerful Magistrate. Her heart raced in her chest from the mere thought of spending time with the man in the dark. His touch alone on her cheek had sent tendrils of delight racing down her belly.

Her lustful thoughts were disrupted as Orfea was called to the platform. It was unfortunate that she had to perform the Sacrifice of Riyo. It was no secret that the two were friends, and there were rumors of them being more than companions. It was not lost on Cordelia how the God-Queen had publicly denounced Orfea Pathen's Knighthood. Sarene Iracot had given the privilege of the Rite to a citizen and yet, she had called a knight's name.

Knight-Commander Envictus most likely had orders to cease and strip Orfea of her rights as a knight as soon as the ceremony was over.

"Enrico Vaseli, hand Orfea Pathen a blade of her choosing," the God-Queen's voice rang out, even to the farthest reaches of the courtyard.

Riyo Shikiro's eyes pleaded with Orfea, begging her not to be the one to end his life. He tried so hard to say something but he found that his voice would not come. His entire body was frozen, out of control, and unable to move at his will. The tears that ran down his face would be, unmistakably be taken as pure joy to be the sacrifice for Iracot and the God-Queen.

"It is beautiful, is it not?" Shiabiaan said to Selwyn. She was unafraid to speak behind the God-Queen. None would notice. All eyes were on the little lamb and his friend. "I do enjoy a good sacrifice. It does boost revenue when it is all done. Many of the citizens come to me after they have left your ward in order to enjoy one of my ladies or boys," Shia stated as if Selwyn's business was a participant in why she had accrued so much wealth.

"Will you be coming too, or will you be attempting to bed the prude virgin?" A knowing smirk spread across the breath-taking woman's face. She never made eye contact with Selwyn but kept her eyes on Orfea and Riyo. Her breathing was irregular and deep. Shia, perhaps, was taking more pleasure in the Sacrifice than most would have.

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Calvin had lost the amused look during the events transpiring next to him. Very unprofessional, Cordelia. Very. When Selwyn had finally left, he scowls and speaks, in a mock of the man's more silky voice, "Please, Cordelia, formalities between us are far from necessary, I assure you. Hmph!"

"I don't know what you see in him, honestly. Money... fame... hmph. I bet I could take him in a fight," Calvin decides, talking half to himself bitterly. He'd lost the preconception of trying to watch the gate, not that he'd simply allow anyone to just walk up to them. He was about to say more when the God-Queen's voice sent a shiver through him.

When her speech had finished, he blinked a few times, peering towards Cordelia, comrades again. "She's having Orfea do it? I thought they were... close." He makes a crude gesture.

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Enrico was beside himself. The God-Queen had addressed him with a specific duty in mind. Even if it was not the execution of the sacrifice, it was almost as good. He bows his head to Orfea, and gestures to the rest of the retinue of Knights, who in unison offer the hilts of their various arms. "I would be honored," Enrico says softly, "If you would take mine for the duty." He, too, offers his mighty Scythe.


Gabriel and the rest of the Honor guard were performing their true function; seeking the crowds for those who would disrespect the God-Queen by speaking during the ceremony. A few brief, hushed exclamations were common and allowed. If there was any consortium that became a conversation, he would set his people into motion. And, he had detected the group of three, huddled together and carrying on, despite the gravity of the situation.

Making a covert gesture recognized only by the Knights, Gabriel sends two of them to bring retribution to the group of three. Dravinglov and Luna had begun to advance through the crowds, like wraiths descending on their prey.

With that, he returned his attention to the shocking choice. He had not known Sarene's intentions with Orfea, but her words, and the intent behind them, were clear. He knew what must be done after the ritual was complete.


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Nearing the edge of the city, an exhausted horse and rider crests the last hill overlooking the great holy land. The man was Shein Clovin, Knight-Errant and runner, who had been assigned to one of the Knights' border combat teams. And he had a dire message that needed to be received immediately. Urging his steed on, he carries forth towards the Palace.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Sven stood upright as he saw the lead knight's gesture, he knew what was coming now. If they were wraiths, he was the ghost that taught them all how to haunt, he knew all the tricks when it came to fighting an armored knight or otherwise, he'd taught most knights after all. Proud was an understatement, but only a few knights deserved recognition among them.

"Shh. The feral dogs come to bite. Just visit the Agricultural Ward tonight. They'll be a congregation, don't waste your time at the Crimson Fox, neither. The owner'll slit your throat, then piss in it." Sven hissed though closed lips and gently pushed his two new companions apart gently.

If the knights intended to make Sven and the other two men an example, the look and gesture the ex-knight gave them would probably deter them. Sven gave them a smile, a slight bow and with his hands gave them a gesture that he had used in the training rounds of Iracot a few months ago.

The gesture warned of an incoming blow, the first finger said if it was a sword, in this case it was a sword, and the second alerted to the direction, which happened to be left.

"Pull up your hoods and distance yourself into the crowds if you want to live." Sven hissed loud enough for the two men to hear.

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Parem motioned for the two men to stop. "There is more at stake here then just the god-queen Sven. An innocent life hangs in the balance." He scanned the surroundings and suddenly a spark of an idea came into his mind. "Both of you, casually follow me to the far edge of the courtyard behind that cobblestone hut over there... I have a plan to save the kids life." As the Parem urged the two of them forward Parem caught their attention. With a flick of the wrist a small cart filled with fruits burst into flame behind them. They turned away for just a moment to investigate the fire, just as Parem, Sven and Alber disappeared around a corner.

Before the either of them could utter a single word Parem made an ear splitting whistle. "You two may want to step back a bit." Then a shadow came over the dark ally way and WHOOOOSSSHHHHH... Durock, Parem's black feathered Griffon spread his wings wide and landed gently on the rocky ground. "Easy buddy, easy." Talons sharp and eyes full of wrath. "Well you two, here's my idea." He made a wicked grin and pulled a small crossbow and two elvish made rapiers out of the large pack swung across Durock's Elephant sized shoulders. "Can either of you use a sword?"
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Alber wasn't usually one to be led around, but he decided to give the man his attention and follow him. They rounded the corner and appeared behind one of the houses that lined the border of the courtyard. A shadow appeared above them once they were in cover, and suddenly a large griffin descended upon them. The hooded man seemed comfortable enough around the creature, for he approached it as if it were a dog. Alber had never before seen a griffin, but he had heard tale of them being rather vicious. If this man really tamed one, he was a man of great standing indeed. The man pull two swords and a cross-bow from the saddle bags resting upon the mighty griffin and motioned towards them. Did he truly expect them to fight the blunt of the God-Queens forces? Alber was confident in both his ability with a sword and his proficiency with magic, but he was well aware that he was only a man.

"Perhaps you could reveal your plan before you ask me to take up arms. I don't wish to see an innocent man killed, but we are both short on time and numbers."

Alber was not scared to fight, but at this point it seemed like nothing could be done to save the boy. Perhaps the wise thing would be to join the man tonight in the Agricultural Ward.

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"Are you a fool? Put those away. We're three men, not an army. The man dies today, but he provides an example of the cruelty the god queen. We need to make sure that his sacrifice isn't in vain. I'm just a thrice-damned merchant. What more do you want from me?" Sven shook his head and sighed.

"Go to the agricultural ward tonight, I'm not part of this damned rebellion and I never will be. I just know the right people." The merchant dissipates back into the crowd. That left far too many questions in the former knights head, and probably in the heads of his two companions.

Bloody fools.

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The man was of course right. Whatever the hooded man's motives were for trying to sack the palace with three men were, it was clear logic was not factored into his plans. There was always the small chance they would be able to succeed and save the boy, but what then? The Divine Knights would tear the city apart looking for them, and once the public was put in the path of the angered knights they would turn the anger and he blame onto them. The risk was clearly not worth the reward. Why was Alber even considering this? He hadn't come her to play hero. The visions had led him here with signs of war and death. Attacking the God-Queen would cause the very opposite of what he hoped to achieve. Marcus looked at the man near the Griffin as the other scurried away and disappeared from sight.

"His words were harsh, but he speaks the truth. Letting someone die that does not deserve death is truly a blow against one's heart, however think of his family, his friends, his lover. What would befall them if we were to succeed in saving him? Would a man that braves the executioner's platform without struggle allow us to save him knowing what the Queen will do to those close to him, no I think not." Alber said as he wiped off his pipe with his cloak and placed it back into his mouth. A single flame appeared at the tip of his finger, lighting the pipe as he continued to speak. "I like to think there are still those brave enough to sacrifice themselves for the greater good out there, but then again I am a romantic. Regardless, tonight I will go and see those who dare oppose a goddess. Are you brave enough to make that journey too?

Alber did not wait for a response, he simply turned his back and walked back into the crowd. He had a feeling about this manm perhaps he was the one in the vision.

"Only time will tell I suppose."

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#, as written by Maree
"You dare to blaspheme your God-Queen?" It was Magistrate Shiabiann that had spoken, her voice traveling over the gathered as easily as Sarene Iracot's had done. The elegant and scantily clad woman smiled in amusement. There was not only one death to be had today it appeared.

Sarene Iracot's eyes stared at Orfea Pathen with a vengeful gaze. The Sacrifice was not turning out as it should and the Magistrates were there to see the God-Queen's failure. Failure was unacceptable.

"Seize her," the God-Queen demanded of her Knights on the platform. "And Riyo Shikiro shall burn for your utterances against my Holiness."

Flame erupted beneath Riyo Shikiro's feet and his tongue was loosened. His screams echoed through the courtyard as he was burned mercilessly. The smell of searing flesh filled the noses of those who were the closest. His skin blackened with char and melted from his bones as the fire consumed him.

"I am a merciful god to those who are worthy. Those who betray me will suffer as these two shall today. Do not forget Iracot. I am your God!" Sarene was infuriated. Where there was one who would dare to speak against her there were more.

"Behead the blasphemer and her family!" the God-Queen commanded before she turned on heel to leave the courtyard. A resounding boom of the massive doors that lead into the palace signaled the leave of Sarene Iracot.

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Selwyn remained seated, smirking at Shiabiann's attempted words of insult.

"Come now, Magistrate. Jealousy is not a good look on you, especially on such a joyous occasion. I daresay our 'God-Queen' would only want positive emotion from one of her Throne Holders," he spoke with only a mere hint of apathy in his voice.

"Besides, it would be such a terrible shame if one of your top earners were to suddenly disappear, or if perhaps a brothel of yours burnt down from a drunken citizen celebrating the day's events. Of course, should such a terrible event occur, you have the full support of the Merchant's Ward."

Selwyn moved his attention from the cat and mouse conversation over to the blue haired Knight known as Orfea Pathen, summoned for the execution. As she turned to the crowd to deliver her blasphemous tirade, Selwyn reached into his belt and grasped the hilt of an ornate dagger, sheathed in crimson, bearing the head of a silver fox at the base of the handle.

Upon Magistrate Shiabiann's words of scold to Orfea, Selwyn rushed up behind the blue haired Knight and held his now drawn dagger to her throat as the rest of the Knights readied their weapons at the woman. The God-Queen took her leave to return indoors just before Selwyn leaned in close to Orfea's ear, lowering his voice to a mere whisper.

"A word of advice; if there's one thing I learned along my rise, it would be to never let anyone know your true intentions, my dear Orfea."

Selwyn let the God-Queen's Knights take her out of his grasp before turning back to Shiabiann.

"This does not bode well for our Wards, Magistrate. Order must be restored, or riots in our streets are inevitable," the man spoke as he turned to the now restless crowd, chanting and screaming obscenities up at the stage. He began to address them, drenching his words in as much charisma as he could muster. Selwyn raised both his hands in an attempt to garner the masses' attention.

"People of Iracot, do not fear. Praise be the God-Queen and her rule. We are now blessed with not only one, but two sacrifices on this, a most momentous of days. Enjoy the rest of the ceremony, and afterwards, enjoy your first round of drinks on me at any one of the taverns in the Merchant's Ward," he let the words ring out before delivering the finale to his speech.


"In addition, Magistrate Shiabiann Xao-Lai is most graciously offering her Ward's services at half price all evening in celebration of our Holiness herself!"

Selwyn smiled, knowing Shiabiann would not be pleased at all. He lowered his hands and turned to the stunning Magistrate of the Pleasure Ward, speaking so only she could hear.

"We do what we must to keep order," Selwyn said, his smart smirk turning into a full on smile.

The setting changes from the-courtyard-of-iracot to Althaea

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#, as written by Nevan
Everything had gone wrong, Calor noticed. He stood there as the God-Queen took her leave behind him, his head shaking slowly as the knights and those few who dared opposed the God-Queen's rule seemed to verbally duel back and forth, and as the figure known as Parem' Zel rushed through to try and save the woman who had refused to carry out the sacrifice.

"Are these people serious?" He asked, a brow raised as he heard them yell in the crowd. Words of unfairness, cruelty, of being unjust and tyrannical?

"SILENCE! I DEMAND SILENCE!" His voice roared out over the crowd; the silent blade that protected their 'beloved' Queen shocking most of them into silence.

"Cruelty? Witch? Tyrannical? Have you not looked at yourself, you disgusting hypocrites? I have walked as one of you, drank in your taverns, made friends and enemies of both the poorest and most comfortable of you. Let me tell you this, peasants: all of you are below the God-Queen, guilty of all things you accuse her of being."

He began to walk back and forth, his pacing speeding as he kept his head on the thousands below him.

"You people drink, you fornicate, you sit in basements and exchange coin as dogs tear each other asunder and cheer for more as men and slaves use all manner of lethal weaponry to slaughter each other in rings of combat. You laugh as men beat each other to death, as they slice and stab and butcher. You crave war and violence, you ignore those lesser than you in desperate need of help and charity and you seek nothing but to further your own wealth and power and are jealous of my beloved Queen because by right of divinity, she has it.

"Rule under her banner is far more preferable to the chaos you cretins yourselves would cause if you did not have her to follow. And do these sacrifices not resemble the executions many of you go to watch regularly? Where you shout, cheer and insult the criminals about to have their lives taken away? Do you not throw turds and rotten fruit and dishonour them with every movement, even if guilty only of stealing from a market stall, or wrongly accused in the first place? Why are these sacrifices, why are the things my God-Queen demands so much more despicable than what you yourselves do?"

"Our God-Queen is Queen by divine right. She will guide us to be a better people, she works tirelessly to love us all and rid us of the sins inherit in our kind, yet you do nothing but resist her and scream of foulness. By order of I, Calor Elohan, chosen husband of God-Queen Sarene Iracot, I order all of you to bow, re-pledge your allegiance to her and her state and immediately stop all thoughts of treason. If you do not, then you will no longer be welcome in this country and I hereby sentence you to be exiled and cast beyond our borders; your lands, possessions and titles stripped away from you, by force if our Queen's Knights deem it necessary! Those who do not comply with either of these orders will be restrained and taken for future sacrifices."

Oh, he wasn't sure his Queen would like his speech, but it was said and done and he had nothing else to do but turn and follow her back into her palace.

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So it had began. Every omen, every sign had pointed to this, but Alber had desperately prayed this would not come to pass, and the culprit that would plant the seeds of chaos was the man he has spoken with not ten minutes before. He knew he felt something coming from the boy, but it now seemed this boy wouldn't play the role of this realms savior. This single act would send the dogs of the Queen to the streets. Innocent people would be executed and the city would be torn apart in her name, leaving the blame for this chaos on the head of the man riding the Griffin. Those that oppose the Queen will be labeled as monsters, not just by the Queen but the people as well. Alber only hoped he could find this "Father" before the knights did.

"It seems the he is not the one from the visions after all. Perhaps I should have known it would not have been this easy. War was coming anyway I suppose, I only hope the one from the visions makes and appearance soon. If not, the resistance is doomed."

Alber blew a puff of smoke into the air, and disappeared into the crowd, he would go to meet father. He hoped others would as well.

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The excitement of the execution had passed, at least for Alber, and now the winding streets of Iracot led him deep into the maze of the city. A somber look had attached itself to Alber's face as he twisted the pipe from side to side trying to focus more on his vision, however the more he thought on them the less clear they became. He had though that Mathias, or rather Parem of house Zel, was the one that fought the God-Queen in the vision, but in his vision the man had simply watched the execution and nothing more. The only course of action that seemed reasonable at this moment was to head to where Sven had said, and meet this so called "Father".

It had taken Alber longer than he had thought to reach the Agricultural Ward, but not long to find the meeting at all. Behind one of the storehouses a clamor of yells and screams echoed through the streets, the only reason they hadn't been discovered is most likely due to most of the knights tracking down Parem. Alber rounded the corner of the storehouse and mixed in with the various farmers and laborers that had decided to align themselves with father. There wasn't all that many compared to the knights, but unorganized militias are rarely large in size. It was then Alber managed to lay eyes on Father. He concealed his identity, but spoke to the crowd as if he were just a normal citizen. Alber was respectful and quietly listened to the man's words, but once he was done, Alber spoke.

"You speak well friend," Alber spoke loudly as the crowd around him dispersed and he began to walk towards Father. "but tell me. Does a person that deems himself the name father truly intend to lead these people against the might of the God-Queen? A woman with limitless power and a legion of soldiers under her control, and you intend to anger this woman. Goddess or not, she is not lacking in power and a confrontation of any sort will only lead to more innocent blood being spilled. No, violence is not the path to take when facing a god."

The crowd roared with protests at Alber's words. Many of these commoners wanted blood and retribution for the Queen's actions and would hear of nothing but that. Only one man in the crowd spoke towards Alber rather than yelling protests.

"Then what is!?" He spoke, his voice shaking as he did. The crowd slowly began to simmer down as he spoke again. "If a fight isn't the answer, then what is! What must we do to end this!"

His voice was soft, yet full of passion. Tears streamed down the man's face as he yelled out, almost as if screaming to the very heavens. Alber looked at the man, then to the other saddened faces in the crowd, then to Father before speaking again.

"Appeasement." A sly smile crept across his face. "Give her what she thinks she wants. Say for instance a certain man stirring up people of the city in rebellion, but don't worry Father. She doesn't quite know who that person is does she."

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Enrico was outraged; not only had Orfea done a dis-service to their Lady, but she had dishonored him by taking his weapon, only to cast it upon the ground. The other Knights on the platform were stunned; but not for long.

As soon as the God-Queen ordered her seized, they went into action. Magistrate Selwyn, with a fury that matched his importance, got to her first. Placing his dagger to her neck, he speaks a few words, before Marcus and Charley both move forward to take her by the arms and lower her head to the ground. Enrico had retrieved his Scythe, and was preparing to administer the God-Queen's will.


Gabriel had watched the proceedings with disgust. To think, one of his own would dare defy their God-Queen. She deserved more than a quick death, but it was not his duty to decide.

With Sarene going back into the Palace, her personal guard in tow, it was now Gabriel's duty to quell any sort of dissent that might rise. Seldom did it occur that people were displeased after a ceremony, but a public outcry of this sort... he was pleased to have Magistrate Selwyn providing words of wisdom and complacence to the crowd. Political creature though Gabriel was, his pursuit was more direct than diplomatic.



Ostdarva waited in the bell tower. He was stationed there to utilize the fullest of his skills; the long-range rifle he bore. Many of the words from the crowd below failed to filter up to him, but the voice of the God-Queen always managed to find him.

Orfea would die.

It was not his duty to administer that death, however; his was to ensure none sought to stop it. And, through his magnification glass, he could see... one man, amidst an unmoving crowd, rushing forward. He aims down, taking his time...


In the crowd, several Knights were hunting for Orfea's dishonored family. They would submit to execution, or they would die more messily; they were not concerned. Dravinglov and Naya, however, had been keeping their eyes out for more noticeable actions, moving towards the raised proceedings in order to do so.

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Calvin, out in the courtyard, remained largely silent as he watched the proceedings between Magnus and his sister. He was tactful enough to realize the gravity of the situation. And he knew something had gone wrong in the Courtyard, which further steeled his usually more relaxed attitude.

He was surprised, none the less, when Magnus addressed him. "Of course," he replies in surprise, then hardens his voice. "No harm shall come to her while I yet live," he says seriously. All the past few minutes were in the past, as far as he was concerned.


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Before the full proceedings could be brought against Orfea, the man from the crowd leaps up onto the platform; drawing their weapons to defend themselves, the Knights move against him. Through some means of magic or skill, he had evaded them and, despite it all, brought himself next to Orfea.

The Knights could not penetrate the flame, but when the great beast had flown down and carried the man and woman away, they could strike.


Or rather, Ostdarva and Dravinglov could strike. Dravinglov's rifle was unslung and aimed skyward, and he fires. With such a swift target, hitting it from the ground would be difficult, but he was a skilled marksman. The true shot would come from Ostdarva. Biding his time, he had waited, through the attack, into the retreat, waiting for the perfect shot... and it came, just as the beast became level with him in the high tower.

He fires, seeking to send his shot through not the man, nor the beast he rode, but Orfea. The God-Queen's will would be done.

He begins reloading his weapon reverently. If he hit his target- or any of those who had been within his sights- the Knights below would deal with the remains.

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The blast from Ostdarva's rifle was the last sound in the Courtyard before the speech of Calor. The Knights, even Gabriel, had stood at attention in response, save those who had begun hunting the Gryphon and its cargo. They were watchful, seeing the people respond, and bow. A few did not. Those few would be hunted. But for the moment, they had bigger plans to commence.

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#, as written by Gasmask
Father listened to the strangers words. "We can't turn this into a dance." the man replied, moving though the warehouse to put an arm on the shoulders of the crying man. "We will do this brothers and sisters. The queen will be cast down, broken and scared. She is no goddess, but do not let these words leave this stockhouse. This is a war of attrition, not of knights and swords." Father removed his arm from the man, walking into the middle of the group.

"We will not sit and dwell on this. We all have skills, they rely on us for food, clothes and the whores that fuel their bereaved lives. A simple knife, a poison, a lie. We will tear them apart from the inside. They control all of Iracot, but we'll control everything the very streets beneath their palace." The crowd watched slowly, then started to nod.

Father looked to Alber. "We have lived though her tyranny for a long time. It's the time for well-disguised violence."

The seed was planted, now it was time to see what would grow.