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Althaea

Palace of Iracot

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a part of Althaea, by Maree.

At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.

Maree holds sovereignty over Palace of Iracot, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.
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Palace of Iracot

At the heart of the city is the Iracot Palace, home of the God-Queen Sarene Iracot.

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Palace of Iracot is a part of Iracot; The City of Thrones.

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Nyvereth Drak-Sen [20] A Drak-Sen; a dragon born into mortal form. DECEASED.
Ariadne and Endaria [18] Mirror image twin succubi sisters under the employ of Shiabiaan Xao-Li. DECEASED.
Lorraine Morellus [4] A woman once in the employ of Shiabiann who had been freed from her slavery by two Magistrate brothers.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal
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#, as written by Gasmask
Three orphans flew though the streets and wards of Iracot, they were like sparrows to the naked eye, just quick enough to blur but too slow to escape anything that took an active interest. The first child was dressed in scrappy black clothing with a belt bearing a rusted sigil of the the God-Queen's knights and a small dagger was hidden in the small of her pants. The second had enshrouded himself in a sickly green colored shirt and ripped slacks. The final urchin had a small hood perched upon his black shirt that was backed with old fox-pelt, and looked to be the oldest of the lot.

Anyone with a proper eye might notice that some of the finer clothing on these children of the streets were the old and rusted equipment of a certain disgraced knights. Anybody that knew of the merchant who ran a house for the street urchins would definitely know better, not that anybody wanted to socialize with someone who vexed the God-Queen.

The first orphan stood at the gates of the palace and signaled to the others and begun to tug at the knights. "Hey, oi knight sir! Milord knight! Hey!" The orphans almost sung in unison, circling around the two guards with smiles. "I need somefin'." echoed the female urchin, smiling.

A figure stood away from the orphans, leaning against a wall with a hand on the khopesh tied to his left side, watching his orphans at work. Sven coudn't help wondering if he was even allowed nearby anymore, if so, the merchant bet he could outrun the fools. It's what running after a bunch of grubby orphans did to you.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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#, as written by Maree
There were many people converging toward the God-Queen's Palace. Each of them were donned in their best attire, even the lower class citizens of Iracot had scrapped a few fine pieces. The noble ladies were dressed in mock fashions of what the God-Queen had worn at her last appearance with variations and large, curling, hair that seemed to defy gravity.

Vendors were lined around the palace walls, yelling out what goods they had to offer. Their prices were exorbitant and only the rich were able to purchase. Withering apples and molded cheese were left for the poor to buy. It was all the could afford. A merchant may have been able to score a small tart made with aged horse meat.

The God-Queen's Knights were busy keeping urchins in order and preparing themselves for rioting. Of course, there would be no uprising today. A sacrifice made in the God-Queen's honor was always a treat for the citizens of Iracot. It was one of the very few times that Sarene Iracot came to see her people, outside of the Palace walls.

Cordelia was amoung the knights at the gates, watching the people who gravitated toward the courtyard where the sacrifice was to take place. Her ice-blue eyes watched the street urchins carefully. They were tugging on a fellow knight. Cordelia fought against a smile, training her face to remain neutral. It would be a disgrace against the God-Queen if she allowed herself to become distracted.

Cordelia spoke a few words to her comrade and walked toward the children.

"Where is your guardian?" Cordelia asked them, looking down at each of the children in turn. She stood well above them, tall for a woman yet still short compared to the other Knights. Her armor gleamed a polished silver and the halberd in her hand was very fine.

"Children are not to be left unattended in the streets during a Sacrifice to the God-Queen. Run along now to your guardian before you are taken into custody. The Knights are not here for your pleasure," Cordelia said to them. She did not want to be so harsh with children but it was her duty to the God-Queen. There were no exceptions, even for urchins.

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Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor
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#, as written by Maree
God-Queen Sarene Iracot; the most revered and worshiped being in all of Viridian.

Magnus had heard a rumor spreading that was deadly. He had not told a soul aside from his beloved wife. Elana was the most trustworthy person in all of Althaea in his eyes. The man could no longer look citizens in the eye lest he attempt to find blasphemy and rebellion in them. A look of intention or illegal contraband was enough to disappear from Iracot without a trace. The convicted were sacrificed just as Riyo Shikiro was the be sacrificed today.

The rumor had been spread by the servant; a rumor of the God-Queen being mortal. It had spread like wildfire throughout the palace and spilled into the streets. Riyo should have been a more intelligent boy and kept his mouth shut. Though, Magnus instantly denied the claim.

The God-Queen could not bleed. She was immortal and Heaven Incarnate.

It was right that he should die for his blasphemy and those affiliated with him were lucky to have turned him in or else they, too, would be sacrificed along side of him. Riyo had brought this on himself and there was none else to blame.

Magnus stopped at a vendor and looked down at a simple but elegant necklace worked in gold with a small ruby pendant. He instantly thought of Elana. Just a thought and Magnus felt his heart being tugged toward her. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on, except for the God-Queen Sarene. He had loved her from the very first moment and now Elana was his wife.

How he had gotten such a prize was unknown to Magnus.

He bought the trinket at its outrageous price and thanked the vendor. Magnus then set off to find his wife in the crowd of people.

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#, as written by Knosis
The market was crowded with people selling and buying wares in the trader's square. Most of the children who were barely old enough to walk were holding on to the strings of their mother's aprons as they hurried about. Well, except for one small child who sat sobbing on the step where he had lost his mother.

Elana gracefully cut her way through the crowd towards the sound of the crying child. She had seen him, although she had not been certain where his mother had gone. As she finally got to the boy, she pulled her dress so that it was easier bend down to look at the boy in the face. "There there little one.." She whispered, her voice calm and as warm and soft as velvet. It pulled the sobbing boy's attention like magic, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the woman. "It will be alright, promise. Let's sit and talk until your mother can find you.."

She would spot Magnus just as the mother came to claim her child. The mother was hot faced and worried, hugging her boy to her as if she would never let him go again. It was obvious the disappearing boy had not been noticed sooner, as she had five other children holding on to her strings, the youngest looking barely old enough to walk. "T-thank you missus.." The woman said before scampering away with her children in tow.

Elana stood, brushing off her dress gently before turning to Magnus with a warm, delicate smile. Elana was a mysterious woman, even her husband did not know all her secrets and she kept it that way. Her motto was always keep a silent tongue unless it was necessary, and even then never tell the full truth. Not that she meant to lie, but to tell them only what they wanted to hear. Magnus had never asked about certain parts of her past, and she was not willing to share them until she had to, which she fully intended to never have to.

But oh did she love him! Her heart throbbed harder just at his sight and she wanted to leap into his arms upon sight-- If it had been proper for a lady to do so in public. Girls did that, ladies did not. Instead, she hastened her step towards Magnus and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. "I was looking for you earlier.. But I got side-tracked... I am sorry.." She said just as calmly and warmly as she had spoken to the child.

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Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen
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Orfea walked the streets with a bowed head for the very first time having since became a noble guard to the God-Queen. She'd never thought rumors could cause such harm, and yet that very day proved her to be so incredibly wrong. She'd came not to witness, but to pay her respects - being as she would be the only one doing so.

Approaching the crowd, she noticed her parents stood tall, putting duty before heart. Shaking her head to them, she turned and nudged her way to the front; glad it was her day off. It hadn't began yet, but she wanted to whisper a final message to her beloved friend before his time came... Too early if you asked her.

"Oh, if he'd just kept such nonsense to himself!" She pleaded in whisper to herself, uselessly hoping it would make time go backwards enough for her to fix a situation as tragic as this. Questioning the God-Queen was mighty wrong. Everyone knew of her, most would give an arm to represent her. Orfea guarded her, and yet both of her arms stayed contact... Ignoring the broken mechanic one, of course. Deciding she could push her way back through later, she shoved herself over to the stalls and got herself a good nibble to distract herself. Chewing on her delicious (and rather expensive) nibbles, she stood in the corner.

Any who passed her stared, but it was no interest of hers why. Not that day. She still let her head dull down to the street, having that she'd made that day a day of silent respect to Riyo.

"I thought you were of smarter kind, dear Riyo, I truly did..." She muttered in heart-break; wishing the day to end just as quick as it seemed to begin.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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#, as written by Gasmask
The orphans looked up and one of them had opened their mouths in an amazed O. The orphan responsible for that particular face slowly worked up the courage to talk. "I wana' be like you when I grow up." The older orphan held up his hand and cupped it over the other orphans mouth, silencing her voice. The third orphan whispered in a rather-too-loudly voice not to say that or she'll have to sacrifice people for the God-Queen too.

"Sven's not allowed here anymore, miss knight. He said so, we just wanted to see the knights and he said it would be okay for a little bit. We wanted to see the God-Queen. Doesn't she care about us too?" The oldest replied, his voice did not successfully hide the fear he felt, his voice wavering a few times.

"I don't wanna be arrested either though, please." The second orphan said, his smile disappearing. "They say there's ghosts and vampires down there." The first echoed to his makeshift brothers. "I don't like ghosts." The female orphan blurted, the hand off her mouth.

One of the orphans gestured towards their guardian who was leaning against a wall and at a fair distance away from the palace.

Sven watched from a distance, his foot planted on the wall and picked up the sacks of groceries he'd bought for the rest of the orphans, waiting for his charges to return to him like a flock of sparrows. The ex-knight wished he could go and collected them, but the thought of not being able to do much with them without a head stopped him.

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Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor
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#, as written by Maree
The din of voices and the sea of faces died away when Elana came to Magnus. After her greeting, the knight took hold of her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. He had always wondered where she came from, where she had grown up. There was something in Elana's face, perhaps the eyes, that made her seem like she had not come from Viridian. That was impossible due to the closed borders to other nations and yet, Elana looked foreign.

His finger tips threaded into the hair at her temples and Magnus dropped his hands. He was a Knight and public affections, while not against the rules, were inappreciable.

"I will have to leave soon to report for duty. Shiabiann has been asking for you again. Just this morning one of her ladies stopped by with a message for you. You are not to work for that woman, do you understand?" Magnus asked. His voice was gentle as his touch but the warning was clear in his tone.

Working in the pleasure district was a well sought out job, especially for Shiabiann Xao-Lai. Magnus wanted no other man touching his wife. Elana belonged to him and to him solely.

"I got you a gift," he said before she could reply. Magnus pulled out the necklace from a small velvet pouch and offered it to Elana.

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Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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The children all spoke at once but Cordelia was quick to pick out a few words and answers flew to her lips.

"First off," Cordelia said, resting the pole of her halberd into the crook of her elbow. "The God-Queen adores all of her subjects, even the smallest of you all. And Sven? I know this name. This is your guardian?" she asked. When the child pointed, Cordelia's gaze followed and her suspicions were confirmed.

"Come with me. All of you," Cordelia demanded. She walked toward the recently denounced knight and stood before him with an air of righteousness. He had trained her in the barracks courtyard. They had known each other and were good acquaintances. Cordelia had once considered Sven to be a friend but now mere association tainted her progression with the knights. Being seen with him could jeopardize her chances at becoming a Dragoon; the most mysterious sect of knights in the army, the God-Queen's ghosts.

"Sven Khagal. There are your wards. They were left unattended. You should know better than to allow urchins to run without their guardian in the streets, especially when events are winding up toward a Sacrifice for the God-Queen." Cordelia's tone was guarded, as was her stance.

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Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor
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Orfea noticed the couple stood not to far away from her, and smiled lightly. She'd probably never have that, and although she didn't like it, it was something she had to put below her duty. Her ankle-low blue hair swayed to the left as the wind seemed to shove it away from her face. Orfea wanted to rest her shoulder on the wall corner, but her broken, mechanic wing stopped her from doing so.

Looking over to check if anything new was happening, she watched as they got it all prepared. Lifting a hand to her mouth, she let the tears fall for the very first time. 'he's going to die' kept running through her head like a broken record. It wouldn't stop reminding her! Shaking her head, she leaned her back against the wall and slid down to the stone ground.

She was being weak, and she knew it - but this was a day a great loss to her. A man who she'd considered family was on his death bed, and the next time she'll see him is when he dies. Shaking her head in denial, she rest her forehead upon her knees. It was a seemingly pathetic thing to do in public, but it was something she had to get off her chest; even if it's only to herself...

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Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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"A rogue's thanks be with you." Sven replied, if the merchant ever had an aura like hers, it wasn't there anymore. The orphans crowded around the two, helping themselves to the sack of food that the merchant had bought. "They've lived most of their lives on the streets. This one." The ex-knight pointed at the oldest. "Gives me a headache."

Sven sighed loudly, picking up the sack and patting his knees in a way that said 'follow' to the the orphans. This was more awkward than he thought it would be, the orphans wouldn't understand why. The older ex-knight still thought that Cordelia might've had the kindness not to sound and act stiff, it was a disappointment when it was confirmed.

"I regret it came to this." Sven continued, slinging the sack over his shoulder and swiping an apple that the smallest orphan was about to eat, wagging his finger and putting it back into the brown sack. "Born from a high birth in Zaddushol Highlands, who ever thought I'd look after orphans?" Sven held back the tears of crushed pride and turned, pushing one of the orphans first.

"I miss my squire who used to wipe my-" Sven self censored by biting his lip. "And laugh it all my jokes the most. I'll let you chase your career, Ightlor." The merchant finished, unwilling to sally their relationship even further by referring to her by her first name, that would imply he still thought they could be friends.

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Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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Having been previously stationed opposite the gate to Cordelia, Calvin Hammond stood at ease, watchful, next to the gate. He was in his full battle garb; heavy armor, a kite shield strapped to his left forearm, and his two blades strapped to his back in a criss-cross, one over the other. He had his helmet on, as he rarely liked to be seen as a mere Man when on duty.

Cordelia had told him to stay and guard the gate while she dealt with the intrusion. Calvin was always happy to follow orders from the other Knights, especially those few female ones. But, for now he contented himself to watch her go, as he had been left a crucial duty.

Allowing a slight grin to cross his unknowable features as Cordelia admonishes the urchins, he keeps an eye on the surrounding activity. He was confident in his ability to deal with any threat or distraction, be it a single beggar or an army of... anything. Any sort of army, he would at least delay if nothing else.

Cordelia had then wandered off towards a shady-looking man off to the side. Calvin wondered who it was, to have distracted Cordelia from her duties... but, no matter. He would remain as he was until her return, and maybe ask her about it then.

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Character Portrait: Orfea Pathen Character Portrait: The God-Queen's Knights Character Portrait: Sven Khagal Character Portrait: Cordelia Ightlor
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Cordelia's eyes narrowed at the beginning of Sven's 'joke'. But a minor expression of shock overtook the resentment. Never before had Sven called her by her surname. The man had always been adamant about using her first name as if to exaggerate on her femininity. There were not many women that got to be a Knight for the God-Queen. Sven had always said her name in pride, and now it was nothing but disgust.

"Carry on your business here, Khagal, and keep control of your wards. I do not wish to arrest you and the bastard children too," Cordelia said, waving him off with a gesture. Disappointment crossed her face as Cordelia locked eyes with Sven. She shook her head and returned to her post without even saying goodbye.

Cordelia refused to look at Sven to see if he left, or even if he had kept the children under control as commanded. It was clear she was upset but Cordelia was not the type to admit it, especially while on duty. She did not let personal matters get in the way of her duties. Even if she kept her face coolly neutral there was obvious tension in her shoulders.

"Sven Khagal, that man was," Cordelia said to Valor; Calvin Hammond, who was the guard on duty with her. "He was my trainer. He walked away from his duties and now he's nothing but a patron for street bastards. My career will never follow suit. He dishonors himself and he dishonors the God-Queen."

"I saw it with my own two eyes," Cordelia said. "He told the God-Queen that he refused to arrest Riyo Shikiro, that the boy was too young to die. I am surprised that the God-Queen had not sacrificed him. In my opinion I would have him sacrificed today too. But it is the God-Queen's will. Perhaps she had something else in store for him."

Listening to Valor respond, that was when Cordelia finally noticed a woman balled up against a wall. It was suspicious behavior. Possibly interrupting Valor, Cordelia pointed to the blue-haired girl.

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Character Portrait: Magnus Ightlor Character Portrait: Elana Ightlor
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Elana did not let her smile falter. She had denied Shiabiann a few times already, although she seemed to be persistent. The job that was being offered was a well paying one, and well sought after, but Elana was never really thought it was a respectable position. Besides, Magnus was uncomfortable with even being offered the job, and if he wished for her not to accept, she would not.

Her smile widened slightly at the mention of a gift as soon as he mentioned he had a gift. "You truly shouldn't have, m'love.." She said. Her eyes widened slightly at the necklace. "It is beautiful..!" She exclaimed. She would turn slightly, lifting up her hair in order for him to be able to put it on for her if he wanted.

One way another, she kept her back to him for a moment. "I will not accept the offer from Shiabiann, Magnus.." She said, calmly. "You know that.." But then her smile faded. "But do you have to be on duty for today..? The execution of that boy is today.." She lowered her voice a bit more, until it became a whisper between herself and Magnus. "Although I do not question the Majesty's decision, I do not think the boy should have been executed... Whipped, exiled maybe.. But sacrificed..?" She shook her head softly.

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Calvin had maintained his professional demeanor and stance up until the moment Cordelia had returned to her post, standing opposite him. She didn't wear a helmet, which he didn't mind at all. After a brief inquiry, she tells him about who she spoke to and why she had such a sour expression.

"So he's a deserter," Calvin says with a tone of utter disdain. "Never would have thought that possible... I agree. He should be-" he pauses, looking towards where Cordelia was gesticulating. A woman, down on the ground and curled up. "Stand back, Sissy," he says in a deeper voice than his actual one, holding a hand out as if to stop her rushing forward. "I will handle this one."

He had a few reasons for doing so. One, it was actually standard protocol for Knights to shift duties. She had handled the last disturbance, so now it was his turn. Second, it was a woman, and Calvin did love dealing with women. And third, he just loved talking to Cordelia like that.

Striding forward with a purpose, he stands at a respectable distance to Orfea. "Are you awake, Citizen?" His words were direct and loud enough to be heard over everything around them.

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Orfea looked up to the Knight, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. 'You'd think they'd recognise one of their own...' she thought to herself as she stood. Her posture was perfect, her hands clasped neatly behind her back. It didn't even looked like she'd been crying at all! She smiled slightly to the Knight, before introducing herself. "I'm awake. My name is Orfea Pathen... I'm a knight of the God-Queen." Her last name was known, but some were unsure of the pronunciation.

So far she'd seen to reason to explain herself, for he'd never asked. No point in giving him information he possibly wouldn't want. She'd done no wrong, for she'd every right to mourn for her best friend. He'd done wrong, but that didn't mean a close friend wouldn't miss him.

Orfea raised an eyebrow to him, wanting to know if there was anything else he wanted. She was in no mood for time wasters. Of course, since she'd stood the wind had decided to begin blowing her long blue locks into her face - but Orfea did nothing to stop it. She let her face be covered almost completely by her hair, not really caring at all.

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Magnus listened to Elana as she spoke and as he placed the necklace around her throat. His fingers brushed against her skin and Magnus turned his wife around to look him in the eye.

"You should not talk that way, Elana," Magnus said, whispering in her ear and placing a kiss against her cheek at the same time. It was to cover their conversation. It was bad to even look suspicious while in public, especially when the topic of discussion was of disagreement with the God-Queen's decision.

"We will discuss this later when we are both at home," Magnus said. It was not a suggestion but an order. He rarely did such a thing but the situation had called for it.

"You look beautiful today," Magnus complemented. "I wish that I were not on duty. There are more productive things that we could be doing." He looked pointedly at her belly, wishing for a child. So many times they had tried and still nothing yet. Magnus sighed through his nostrils and put his hands on her shoulders.

"You have your allowance, yes? Do some shopping while your are here. It will pass the time more quickly and keep your mind occupied."

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"Orfea," Calvin exclaims. "I... didn't recognize you, on the ground as you were," he stammers out briefly. While most of the female Knights simply warded off his advances, Orfea was the only one that vexed him completely. The way she stood out, with her shock blue hair, he should have known who it was. What she was doing, was another matter. And she did, by seniority, outrank him.

"I'll... leave you to your business, then," he decides, saluting her and rigidly walking back towards Cordelia. He had a feeling that, even if her face didn't show it, she was grinning at his lack of tact. Of course he should have known who that was, Queen's sake. With a frustrated sigh, he settles back in at the gate in a guard stance. "She's one of ours," he states, whether she was looking at him in askance or not.

He decided to become more attentive. The activities would begin soon, and he'd need to be on his highest guard.

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Elana pursed her lips in a pout. She truly hated it when he ordered her about, but she would listen to him. She knew it was not wise to speak in public about her thoughts on that subject, but neither was home a safe place at times either.

But her pout faded quickly, it was not proper for a lady to pout. Only a child pouted. "Thank you, m'love." She smiled brightly at him at his compliment, and for the gift. Her smile faded only slightly as he looked at her belly. "We shall have a child when the time is right. You cannot rush these things." She said softly, placing her hand on his cheek gently. In all honesty, she felt responsible for the fact they had not bore a child yet. Most women are with child soon after they were married. She had not.

"I have my allowance.. Is there anything you need while I'm out?" She asked warmly.

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Orfea chuckled slightly and took off towards the stalls. Once approaching, she decided to grab a quick snack. Waiting in line patiently, she awaited her turn to be served. Now finally at the front, she smiled politely and asked for the first thing her eyes laid upon. She resisted the urge to grin as the lady running the stall seemed to sigh with relief - it seemed she'd had her deal of time wasters that day too. Paying up, she took her food and with thanks she headed off to find her parents.
Finding them, she headed over and smiled as bright as she could manage in greeting. They both looked at her with pity before wrapping her into a group hug, both keeping their eyes open for any threats around still - as always. Once the hugging was over, Orfea's mother began the conversation. "Oh my dear, he'll be missed so! What will Marlinka do without a sibling such as he? A great loss today will be-" Having heard quite enough of her beloved mothers rambling, Orfea interrupted by resting a hand on her shoulder. "Mother, as I appreciate the wisdom of your words... I believe this may be a conversation for a later date." Her father seemed to agree, and nodded along to his daughters words. "Mighty right, you are. A time for questions is now! Are my daughters feelings intact? Saw you, I did, crippled in that corner with those traitor tears of yours!" He stated worriedly. The Pathen family were a family known for perfection among all weaknesses. Shaking her head in reassurance, Orfea looked around. She was far from well, but worrying her poor old father was all but a good idea.

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The streets of Iracot ran rampant with activity today. They were quite busy normally, but on days where one was doomed to death by the God-Queen, they were nothing short of electric. Selwyn Austaire slowly walked through the crowds, his arms casually crossed behind his back, wearing the sly grin that had come to define him. His crimson and silver nobleman's attire remained immaculate despite the variety of peasants and street-urchins bustling past him; the peasants and street urchins who were all staring up at the massive palace, a thirst for blood in their hungry eyes. Selwyn's dark hair and long crimson coat gently blew in the breeze as he took in the masses with his equally dark eyes.

The man's smile grew, for although he knew some in this crowd would mourn for whoever today's sacrifice would be, all he was thinking about was the aftermath of the ritual: the streets of his Merchant Ward filled to the brim with citizens looking to celebrate with full tankards and the purchase of various items from his stores. Most were unaffordable to the average city-folk, partially due to Selwyn's high taxes to the store owners. The man, who stood at 5'11 and possessed a lean though athletic stature, thought of these prices as necessary, and even reasonable. Firstly to keep the God-Queen satisfied, but most importantly to keep her off his case, leaving him free to go about his personal agenda, whatever that may be at the time. He reasoned that keeping his ward in order would also require the aid of the God-Queen's Knights, so every week without fail, one of Selwyn's errand boys dropped a nice pittance off directly to the Dragon Lord, Gabriel Evictus, to insure the security of not only the shoppers (and potential gold in his pocket), but Selwyn himself.

He made his way over to one of the numerous street vendors and inspected their fare, picking up a small berry and popping it in his mouth without word to the vendor, who simply bowed his head at the Magistrate. Stepping away from the table, Selwyn noticed one of the God-Queen's many knights standing her post.

"Ah, Cordelia Ightlor," he said with a deep bow. "Beautiful day for for a ceremonial sacrifice, would you not agree? Praise be to her holiness," the man exclaimed, a smile growing on his lightly bearded and alluring face.

Of course, Selwyn didn't worship, nor even particularly care for the God-Queen. Or anyone, for that matter. He was a self-made man and believed in only two higher authorities; gold and power. His rise to Magistrate was largely due to his cunning, his charm, and his thirst for knowledge. Always making sure to cover up his tracks, Selwyn Austaire followed dirty secrets and rumors, as well as running several successful taverns and shops to become a Throne Holder and Magistrate of Iracot. Tonight, the man was hosting a party for the Knights at one of his many personally owned taverns, the Crimson Fox, named after Selwyn's favorite animal. In fact, he frequently wore a silver beltbuckle of the likeness of a fox. More than anything, Selwyn prided himself on his cunning, a trait he associated with the animal.

"I expect I shall be seeing you and the rest of your brotherhood at my tavern tonight? Unless of course, you are on duty."

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"I have all that I need," Magnus said with the issue of not having an heir in the back of his mind. There were times when a knight was called off to duty away from Iracot and never returned. If such a thing happened to Magnus, who then would carry on his name? He was eldest of the Ightlor lineage. It was Magnus's duty to carry on the honor of their family.

"And you are right," Magnus said while looking down at the gloves in his hands. "We will have a child when the God-Queen deems it is time for us to have one. For now, I suppose we will have to continue trying for one." He looked up at Elana with a hint of the boyish mischief he was well-known for in his younger days. '

"We will pray tonight to the God-Queen and then attempt many times over for one, my dearest Elana," the man said lightheartedly before he wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her in for a most inappropriate, but loved filled, kiss.

The Knights proprieties be damned. The man was in love.

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Cordelia stood vigilantly at her post, keeping watch over Valor out of the corner of her eye. When Calvin returned, it was a surprise to find out that the cowering woman against the wall had been one of their own. It was dishonorable to act like a child when part of the God-Queen's Knights. Cordelia disliked the behavior immediately and planned to report it up the chain of command until it reached the ears of Knight-Commander Envictus.

"Not for long if she keeps behaving as such," Cordelia said to Calvin as he returned with a short report on his findings. The woman-knight was just about to ask who it had been before a man approached Cordelia. When Selwyn said her name, the woman blushed from head to toe, a rare occurrence in her behavior. Her embarrassment was made all the worse because of Valor standing next to her.

Having been completely caught off guard, Cordelia forgot to salute the Magistrate of the Merchant district and stammered her greeting. "Greetings t-to you M-Magistrate Austaire," Cordelia managed to get out. She began to fidget and looked anywhere but at Selwyn as if attempting to avoid him.

The man always embarrassed her. It was simple to say that she may have taken a liking to the man during their brief conversations and passing-bys. He was handsome and wealthy and renown in the city of Iracot. There was much Selwyn could offer to the Ightlor name.

"I-I am not on duty and if it would please you, Magistrate, I will attend your tavern tonight," Cordelia said. Her eyes flashed a glance over to Calvin and the expression clearly said that if he uttered a peep about her silliness around Selwyn Austaire, she would kill him.

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When Cordelia had mentioned potentially getting Orfea in trouble, he simply nodded; it was his duty, after all, to report weaknesses in the ranks, as it was the duty of all those beneath the God-Queen. While this necessity was mostly for her Armies, in which morale and dedication were often by necessity upheld by the Knights, it was just as important a duty within the Knights themselves.

It was simply fact that Calvin had wanted to use that as a small piece of information to gain favor with Orfea, if only a little bit, for not reporting her poor conduct. Since Cordelia had been keeping an eye on him- as much she should have been, he was hasty to remind himself- that was not an option. Ah well, there were other Knight-sisters.

His dedication to remaining watchful had paid off, however. While Cordelia was talking to him, he had noticed the approach of the Magistrate. He felt maybe he should salute, in his pocket as the Knights were to some extent, but he had a personal dislike for the man; especially since he was an attractive noble, who many of the Knight-sisters (and a couple of the men) had an interest in. Calvin had never liked competition.

When he introduced himself to Cordelia, Calvin couldn't help but be both very frustrated and highly amused. She looked like someone had smeared tomato paste on her face. He was glad he was wearing a helmet, as he could not hope to hide the grin spread across his face, keeping his eyes forward and as alert as he could, given the circumstances.

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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: Selwyn Austaire
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The Heralds of Iracot began to walk through the city, shouting with their magnificent, and possibly enchanted, voices.

"The God-Queen summons Iracot for viewing of the Sacrifice of Riyo Shikiro!"

The summons to the Sacrifice had begun.


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More than a little breathless at the kiss, she pushed away with a smile. "Go, you're going to be late, m'love. And I will not be the cause of the flogging you might receive if you are." She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before turning to disappear in the crowd. Despite her beauty, she could easily blend into the background of people around her as a thief could. A mysterious woman, she was.

But then, much to her dismay, the summons came for the sacrifice. The woman bit her lip hard and began to follow the rest of the crowd to the courtyard of Iracot. These things were never pleasant, even if the accused was truly guilty of what they were charged for.

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