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Althaea

The Residential Ward

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a part of Althaea, by Maree.

Most homes in Iracot are found in the residential ward. The houses in the ward range from expansive and architecturally grand homes to houses that seemed to be thrown together with mud and sticks.

Maree holds sovereignty over The Residential Ward, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Most homes in Iracot are found in the residential ward. The houses in the ward range from expansive and architecturally grand homes to houses that seemed to be thrown together with mud and sticks.
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The Residential Ward

Most homes in Iracot are found in the residential ward. The houses in the ward range from expansive and architecturally grand homes to houses that seemed to be thrown together with mud and sticks.

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The Residential Ward is a part of Iracot; The City of Thrones.

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Parem' Zel [2] The Last Descendant of the House of Zel

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Character Portrait: Melody Graven
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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: Alber Roth
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The night had not passed swiftly for Alber as he roamed the streets and searched the recess of his mind for the correct path. Nothing was going as he thought, and he began to worry that he had read his vision wrong. At this point in time it didn't really matter though. With the way the sacrificial ceremony had proceeded, Alber was sure the throne holders would call out for justice. The events that were to transpire now were up to those playing this deadly game. Only one person will emerge as the true ruler of Iracot, and compared to the others eligible the Queen might not be that bad.

As Alber finished his train of thought he could feel the weariness setting in upon him, and he decided it would be best to rest for a short moment. He chose a bench that lined one side of the small streets, and decided that here would be a good a place as any to reflect on the current events. Alber began to think to himself again about his role in the things to come. He did not support the queen, but she seemed like the most capable of keeping the peace. Father seemed like he was a confident enough speaker, but as of yet he had not revealed any merits of leadership.

"No matter who inherits the seat, it seems the seeds of chaos have already began to grow,"

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Parem woke up with a start as the sound of people walking by...
He was laying against a wall of an empty alley way. His hood up with a black face mask. His black falchion sword at his hip. The stench of trash and filth consumed his senses. He had a splitting head ache and the arrow wound in his right shoulder was just beginning to start showing signs of infection. A dozen thoughts entered his mind. What had happened, the last thing he remembered was staring up at the blue haired girl on her dragon shouting at her begging her to flee the city and go somewhere safe. Then he remembered running through the dark parts of the city for hours on end. Most of it was a blur, he was hidden in shadow, attempting to find a safe place to hide. Apparently he had found it just as he passed out cold.

He forced himself to stand, his body was covered in bruises cuts and scratches. His entire body was sore and aching. The level of magic he used last night certainly took it's toll on him. Parem realized he was lucky. An Elf's immune system is much stronger then a Humans. Any normal man would have died over night but he continued to fight out. His will to leave was not yet distinguished. Leaning against the wall of a cobble stone, thatched cottage, he scanned his surroundings, forcing himself to examine every single detail. He noticed a bar on the other side of the main road. It was still early, but a handful of commoners and peasants currently walked the streets. Parem knew he couldn't reveal his face, but he also needed medicine, food, water and transport out of the city. So with all the strength he had, he casually walked across the street. Opened the door to the seemingly empty "Outlands Tavern". He sat down at the bar without showing his covered face. "I'll take a pint of ale." he said with a weary voice. The bartender simply grunted and went about getting his drink.
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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.