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Melody Graven

A Musician who's more than she seems

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a character in “Althaea”, originally authored by Zodia195, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Melody Graven

Age: 25 years

Occupation: She's a musician, who plays a flute, but she also sings if she feels like it.

Abilities: She plays music, but is actually a magic user. She can use her music to influence people, but only uses it when needs to her. She specializes in water and air magic with both defensive and offensive abilities. The downfall to all this is that it can tire her out quickly, but she can tap into other energy sources to revitalize herself. She is skilled in using daggers, but uses them in defense or so it appears.

Personality: Melody by all appearances seems to be a very graceful and kind, but quiet person. She just has this air about her that draws people to her. At the same time though she's very private and actually hates large crowds, but is very good at hiding her true feelings. In fact, there's much more too her than meets the eye. She's a firm believer in balance though and that strong belief dictates her actions.

History: Not much is known about Melody's past. In fact, Melody rarely speaks of it. The only thing that is certain is that she was born in Viridian and lived outside the capital most of her life. She moved to the capital when she was 18 years to find work and travels amongst the taverns playing her flute and singing (at times) for a living. She holds a secondary job as a healer because of her magic abilities. Melody though has very many secrets and because of her wariness of others, she doesn't trust anyone.

So begins...

Melody Graven's Story

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When the time came for the Sacrifice to be performed, Melody found herself halting her flute playing and like everyone else, she walked into the courtyard when the 'deed' was to take place. Melody dreaded these events, but it never appeared on her face. She acted pretty much like everyone else. This time though something was different and Melody wondered is something else was to happen? Her instincts were on high alert. She wasn't far from three men and overheard a few words. One she recognized immediately as Sven Khagal, whom saw with a number of orphans. She didn't bother looking in the direction of where it was coming from, but minutes later, she heard movement and figured Sven and the others leave. When Melody moved here some years ago, she made sure to find out as much as she could about as many people as possible. Performing in public places like taverns and on streets helped her. To most, it seemed like Melody was curious many things, but it was more to it than that. In 7 years, she managed to find her place in this society, but knew that was going to change someday. After all, change was coming and it was her job 'help it' along. For now though she would enjoy herself and blend in as much as possible. As she looked on though she felt pity for both the victim and the one called forth to kill him.

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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: Elana Ightlor Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Alber Roth Character Portrait: Melody Graven
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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.

The setting changes from althaea to The Courtyard of Iracot

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Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Melody Graven
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Melody watched complacently as things went south. Poor pitiful Orfea. Melody instantly knew there would be bigger repercussions for the girl's actions and wasn't surprised by her thoughts. Not only did the God-Queen become angry, but decided to punish the girl's family as well. As the musician stood there, she kept her calm as others next to her started to panic. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, ready to move if possible. The tension in the air though rose to a feverish pitch by what happened next. She caught a flash of movement as she saw a man saved Orfea. The silver hair woman gave the man credit for his courage. The fact that he was a magic user didn't surprise her for a good number of people were like that, herself included.

When Magistrate Selwyn spoke though, Melody wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. A more silver-tongue fellow she'd yet to meet. She had performed at his tavern at times and had been a target of some unsavory characters, the magistrate included. She had yet to figure out his true motives though. One thing he was good with was his words.

Of course the next one to speak was none other than the God-Queen's shadow himself, Calor Elohan. When he ordered all to bow, she wasted no time in doing so. Inside though she hated doing this. She only served her masters, but until she was given a direct order to act, she would bide her time. His speech did make a point though. Humans were natural hypocrites. She herself was one of them and be the first to admit it. However, her purpose was for the greater good.

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Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Melody Graven
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Selwyn's grin remained on his face throughout Shiabiann's words. Of course, he knew she would recover from his actions, but watching her lose her normal cool, calm, and collective demeanor gave him more pleasure than any of the girls in her Ward ever could. However, she was correct on one count, nonetheless; the God-Queen had gone against the Magistrate's wishes in choosing Calor Elohan as her betrothed, and this was unacceptable. Though his alluring and dark features wouldn't show it on his face, Selwyn was not pleased.

"No matter, my dear. There are other options. We always manage to find a way, do we not?" he asked the stunning woman before him.

Although the two had a tumultuous and complicated relationship, at the end of the day, Selwyn would not want to lose Shiabiann as an ally. She was a powerful and resourceful woman. And he knew she must feel the same way as him on this matter. When she leaned in close to him, he made sure to not break eye contact, staring into her eyes with his brown ones.

"Well, Magistrate, if I ever decide to develop a penchant for scars, blood, and bruises upon waking up next to you in your bedchambers, I will be sure to consider your offer," Selwyn gave a moment to let the words resonate.

"Until tomorrow," he smirked, taking her hand ever so gently and raising it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on one of the most bloodstained hands in Iracot.

It was now time to ready the Crimson Fox for the Knights' party.

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Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Shiabiann Xao-Lai Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor Character Portrait: Calor Elohan Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Alber Roth Character Portrait: Melody Graven
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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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Some sense of normalcy had returned to the city, but Melody knew is was only a facade. Her high senses picked up strange stirrings and it was very unnerving. She had to remind herself to keep calm. The last thing she wanted to do was lose focus. There was one way for her calm down though, and that was playing her flute. As was her habit, the magic user started looking for a somewhat secluded spot. It was impossible to find anything with complete privacy, other than her own residential place, which was not an option at the moment. Finally, she found a nice spot near the Agricultural Ward, where most of the working class was.

Leaning up against the wall of a building, she took out her flute and started playing a random melody. It was a very soothing and relaxing piece and already Melody's mind was clearing up. As usual, her music caught the attention of several but would soon continue along their way. Melody paid them no attending. She let her mind search out for something. Something was happening, unfortunately Melody didn't have the ability to 'seek' things out. Hopefully, she'd have her answer soon.

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Morning had come quicker than Melody had expected. During her sleep, she had a very vivid dream and it was troublesome. When she woke up, the first thing she did was get out of bed and went straight for pen, ink, and paper. Melody always wrote down certain elements of her dream. She wonder if it was a message from her masters because it wasn't the first time they sent her dreams. They certainly were mysterious in their ways, but Melody trusted them completely. In her dream there was a blood red sun setting and a shadow growing elsewhere that gave the woman an unsettling feeling. It seemed that while corruption was here, destruction was elsewhere and for a brief moment Melody felt torn. She hoped she was doing her job right and prayed that not much collateral damage was done.

After writing it down, she packed her dream notes away in a very secure location. Taking a breath, Melody went about her morning routine of getting ready for the day. She dressed before going outside. Her house was very small and it was near the edge of the residential ward. She was on her way to the agricultural ward to get some breakfast.

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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: Prisma Character Portrait: Father Character Portrait: Parem' Zel Character Portrait: Selwyn Austaire Character Portrait: Alber Roth Character Portrait: Melody Graven Character Portrait: Edward Greaves Character Portrait: Frederick Greaves Character Portrait: Lorraine Morellus
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In the morning, activity in- and over Iracot was intense with holy purpose.

The Knights had not been idle during the night, prowling the streets for gatherings of dissent. A few homes had been broken into, their occupants taken for questioning by the Knight's Inquisition. Many would be found innocent- simply having been holding parties- but others would be less lucky.

By morning, the Knights had returned to their regular routines, watching key transit points, crossroads, and patrolling the districts, from the seediest to the most honored alike. Those of the ground would receive little notice, their actions more or less standard.

In the skies, however, were where the true might of Iracot was in force. The battle between the Dragoon beast and the two escapee's weaker creatures had been seen by many, and thoughts of dissent could not be brewed from it. The Knights, ordered grounded during the Sacrifice, were now out in force. The Skyborne, Wyvern mounted Knights of the highest caliber, patrolled the skies.

Unrelated, but seemingly another show of aerial power, was the arrival of Iracot's Airship fleet. A mock battle had been heard by all below, the resounding boom of cannons going off, before the two ships had docked and began to head towards the Spire at the center of the Guilds ward.

The Knights- and by extension Iracot- would not be caught unawares again.

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After having bought several apples and a loaf of bread from the Agricultural Ward, Melody walked back to her place to drop them off. While there she ate an apple and slice of bread. Coming out of her house, the first thing she saw was the Skybornes flying through the skies. This sight didn't surprise her in the least, considering what happened yesterday. Melody wished she could see what was happening within the palace, but she didn't have that ability and the palace had so many eyes too.

The woman walked amongst the streets when she felt her senses go off. Turning her head, she saw a place she had been to before, The Outlands Tavern. She didn't know why she felt the need to go in there, but she never ignored her instincts. Walking through the door, she immediately saw a man covered head to toe. Was he the one that set her senses on edge? Taking a deep breath, she walks towards the bar and orders something. Normally she didn't drink alcohol in the morning, but today she needed an excuse to stay there. After ordering a drink, she side glanced at the man and felt this familiar vibe. He appeared all right, but appearances were deceptive, as she ought to know. What was wrong with him? Things were definitely off here and she meant to find out.

"You look beat sir. Did you have a rough day yesterday?" she asked nonchalantly.

The setting changes from the-residential-ward to The Crimson Fox

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It was the night of the sacrifice. Things that day most certainly did not go as planned; the young blue haired Knight known as Orfea Pathen disrespected the God-Queen, a man with power of flame rescued her upon a great magical beast, and the city of Iracot was in slight disarray. Despite Selwyn's best efforts to quell the masses, he knew change was coming. Between the whispers of rebellion coming from the nighttime rendezvous of the Agricultural Ward as well as the black market running in full effect, the Magistrate had much to plan for. One thing he could be thankful for was his network of spies all over the city. He had always found a way to keep his ear to the ground. But for now, for tonight, it wasn't about that. Tonight was a celebration for the Knights and upper-classmen of Iracot from the days' events.

The Crimson Fox was breathtaking. The rich oakwood walls were adorned with crimson banners lined with silver stitching. Various pieces of artwork featuring foxes were scattered all across the elegant candlelit tavern. There were some noblemen sitting at a few tables near the tavern's entrance, drinking the finest Elven Sunwine being brought to them by gorgeous female servers that could best the girls of the Pleasure Ward any day. The bar sat in the middle of the tavern, raised up by a few stairs all around the perimeter as the divine sounds of a string quartet rang throughout the room. Several large men of varying races stood off to the side, almost invisible to the naked eye, playing security should anything ever go awry. Though tonight, they wouldn't be necessary. Not with the plentiful sounds of laughter and glasses clinking filling the air.

Selwyn Austaire was slowly walking around his room sporting that trademark grin of his, eyeing his patrons with his chestnut brown gaze. His hands were crossed behind his back, as per usual, as he stopped and greeted some of the city's more well off. He was clothed now in an outfit of black with crimson and silver stitching, with his long overcoat nearly reaching the floor. The silver beltbuckle of a Fox's head reflected the lights of the candles, giving it an almost magical, playful sparkle.

The Knights would be arriving very soon, and Selwyn wanted to make sure they enjoyed themselves. He needed to keep them happy for now until he had a firmer grasp as to what was going on in his city. Shiabiann and him would discuss with the other Magistrates what their next step was tomorrow.

The man stepped over to the quartet in the corner and whispered a few words to them before reaching his cordoned off private area which was elevated on a platform just behind the bar. The band was instructed to keep the mood elevated and light and fun upon the arrival of the warriors.

A server brought Selwyn a glass of water which he took with a nod and a smile, letting a sip flow past his lips while waiting for his guests of honor.