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Alder Castle

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a part of Caged Bird, by Artsydaze.

The royal castle of the Alder Kingdom.

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On the edge of the peninsula's point, Alder Castle is an imposing fortress towering over the capital of Cedar.
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Alder Castle

The royal castle of the Alder Kingdom.

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Alder Castle is a part of Alder Kingdom.

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Roland Windsor


Roland was feeling quite elegant now, he would save the better pages of his poetry to read to future maidens, as for now he would take care not to squander his elegance. Roland eyed the female servant, he hadn't had contact with any woman in years, but now the situation was almost too perfect. He rubbed the back of his head, what was he thinking? He couldn't bed this woman, she was of the common class, besides he had more important things to do. Using the the time he had left in the day he would inquire the royal advisor as to who the most influencial female aristocrat was, with his golden poetry he would trap her into falling in love with him, and once she was in love he could entangle her, eventually making a love maddened slave out of her. Perhaps that plan wasn't very virtuous, but one must bloody their hands if they wish to achieve a greater good.

If the royal advisor failed to give the required information he would simply ask the librarians or the royal treasurer. This task would only take maybe an hour or two at the most, hopefully he would have some free time afterwards. With any extra time he had Roland would practice reciting his poetry in his private quarters. Writing good poetry and reciting it well are two entirely different things, and lacking in either categories can lead to an underwhelming effect. Roland knows this well as one of his brothers was a masterful poet. Another factor in swaying the heart of a maiden is to match the poetry with their apperance and personality, Roland didn't know a thing about his target so he would have to come up with the poetry on the spot.

He would have to focus on her appearance and make her feel like a goddess of beauty. Roland would write down dozens of possible features of her appearance, from hair colors and lengths, to eye colors, cheekbones, curves, lips, and the like. He would then practice improvising poetry by randomly choosing different features. One trick he found was useful was comparing features to landscapes and luxurious items, (skin as fair as a winters eve, hair as soft as the finest velvets.) After what seemed like an eternity he finished, though he wasn't completely satisfied. He felt a little unsettled, thomorrow would be a long day...

With that he would lie down onto his large comfortable bed and sleep away the deep of the night.

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Day 1, Night

Roland's attendant had a sly smirk on his face as he listened to the prince request, no doubt seeing right through the prince's motives. The man was old enough to be a grandfather, after all, and surely had seen more than his fair share of maiden in his time.

“Well, My Lord, I would have to say that the most wealthy young maiden in the land is young Lady Meredith Grey, second daughter to the Duke of Ash. She is a lovely young lady of seventeen years of age that have many suitors for her hand. You, of course, are at an entirely different level than those lads and should not have any difficulty in currying her favour. Should I arrange a chaperoned meeting?” The greying man asked deferentially to his prince. It was custom to always be polite to royalty, after all.

After arranging a meeting in two days, the men bid themselves goodbye and Roland once more practised his poetry. After a quick trip to the library that had him see the portrait of the lady in question, Roland practised and practised, calling her hair like rivers of gold and her eyes like peridot, the young man was on a roll.


Roland's Suaveness lengthened to three additional units of time.

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Two days...Two was quite a wait, but he could understand the reasoning behind it, one could not simply demand a meeting with a noble. Besides, it would give him time to prepare what exactly he was going to tell them. He wasn't too fond of marrying so quickly, idealistically he would trick Meredith into falling for him, and then lead her along until her usefulness ran out. It was cruel, but beneficial, and in the end the kingdom would benefit as a whole if he became the king. He recieved word that his half-brother Aleph had left the castle to do...Something. Ah, Aleph, it had been so long since he heard that name, hell it had been long since he heard anybodies name. He was a good man the last time he remembered him, a warrior through and through, but he was no king.

He was no more a king than Roland was a general. If at all possible Roland would prefer that Aleph was the general of the military, he was certainly more cut out for it than Roland was. He sighed to himself, so much planning yet so little time, it was easy to assume that Aleph would race against him for the throne, who in their right minds would simply give it up? Every second he wasted was another chance for Aleph to get ahead of him, he couldn't allow that. Despite the threat Aleph provided, Roland didn't even think of killing him, the very idea was ludicrous. If Aleph became a true threat Roland would destroy his credibility by framing him for something, perhaps making it appear as though he was in leauge with the Goulashians, he certainly had ability to do such a thing.

Roland felt that it would be best to sleep away the rest of the night, it was his first day being free, he didn't want to exhaust himself just yet. Thomorrow he planned to to take some dancing lessons, perhaps learn more about his future kingdom. He also desired to take some fencing lessons, swordplay wasn't exactly his forte, but any true king should know how to handle a sword. But as for now, he would simply go to bed...

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What a wonderful dream it was, he saw villages living peacefully under a bright sky full of white puffy clouds, the cities were teeming with acitvity, the Goulashians were decimated and trade was prosperous. Roland was parading through Cedar, the citizens cheering and clapping at the presence of their king. He awoke with peerless confidence, he was at ease and his mind was level and sharpened, he could not fail today. The breakfast was delicious as always, and tasted incredibly vibrant because of his pleasant mood. Roland thought for a moment, there was two things he wanted to do today, first he wanted to get some sword training in, and then some dancing lessons. If he had any left over time he would learn more about the Alder kingdom.

Roland stroked his chin slowly, finally deciding after a few moments, "I would like to get some training in, do we have a training yard in the castle? If not then the courtyard shall do, find me a skilled swordsman to aid in my training." Roland had picked up a sword before, but that was a very long time ago, and as far as he can remember he was awful with it, waving it around like a toy. Nay, in order for him to be respected as a warrior he would need to both respect his weapon and his opponent. Still though, he was nervous about using a sword once more, as mentioned many times before he doesn't have it in him to charge into battle, the thought of being gutted by some stinking commoner was horrifying.

Still though, if any of his brothers made an attempt on his life it would be best if he had at least some skill with a sword, though he had thought of gathering a few skilled warriors as his personal guard, he couldn't exactly trust the guards around the palace, any one of them could turn on him for the right price. Nonetheless, he would be lead to the training yard (or the courtyard if the former didn't exist.) Once he arrived he would wait for his trainer to arrive unless he was already there. He would order that several guards and a servant or two be present at all times. The servants were necessary because, well, he was going to be training in the hot sun for at least a few hours, so it would be nice to have them at his beck and call for refreshments, although he would explicitly order that they only deliver water, anything else would hinder his training. The guards would be present for safety, to be honest he didn't trust being alone at all, not with his brothers on the loose.

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Day Two, Evening.

After painfully making his way to the nearest mess hall, Roland was given food and questioned by the guards and trainee of off duties as they wondered who he was after seeing the circlet on his brow. After a painfully polite exchange of a few words, the prince finished his meal and made his way to his room to change and freshen up. In his room, he splashed some water on his face and changed into another set of his everyday garments, as identical as the ones preceding them. That tailor's appointment would be vital as his clothes started to be worn out, of all things! That would be disastrous to his princely reputation. Once presentable, he made his way to the ballroom where a severe looking woman awaited him.

She ended up being even more ruthless than Sir Ernest.


"I am Lady Edith and will be teaching you to not shame the noble Windsor clan with your pitiful attempt at dancing, Your Highness. If we could start..." The woman intoned with a piercing stare.

In her care he relearned various waltz and other more exotic ballroom dances as she demolished his confidence in his skills as she moved like she was born to dance, his now exhausted feet not able to keep up. The prince learned four dances to his teacher's satisfaction before collapsing, his feet bleeding in his inadequate shoes as he was carried back to his room. There, the tailor waited for him.

He was prodded, measured, flipped over, twirled around and tsked at before he was finally released to his worried servants who put him into his sleeping gown, bandaged his feet and finally put his nearly catatonic self under the silken sheet of his bed.


Roland was now Exhausted.

Roland was now Wounded.

Roland's Stamina increased by 1.

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The feeling of nostalgia swept over Aleph as he picked up a wooden blade. The feel of it in his hands was much welcomed but unfamiliar, as it had been so long since he had the luxury of picking one up. At the very least, it made him forget all of that water intake, which was a good thing because he feared for his life at one point. It seemed those servants wanted him to explode or something.

Of course, when the actual training began, Aleph didn't receive that rush he so fondly remembered. He felt horrible, as if his head was about to split into seperate pieces, but he continued on. He had not many problems keeping up with the guards, and after recapturing the feel of the weight of a blade in his hands, he showed that his actual technique hadn't diminished much over the course of his imprisonment. This made sense considering he continued the hand motions as a part of his daily routine back in that room. He just needed a reminder on the feel of a weapon, is all.

By the end, he felt great, but shit at the same time. Quite an odd feeling to say the least, and he was reasonably sure he forgot something during the course of it all. However, he learned much in the way of the blade, so that was a tradeoff he was comfortable with. But all of this sparring had left him weakened, tired and unable to do anything without the threat of passing out, and thusly the king-to-be went off for his bed for the night.

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Day 2, Morning

Aleph dreamt of bloody battle fought in a great war again the kingdom's enemy, followed by a great victory. He say himself lighting a gauntlet-clad fist in victory before a jubilant army, the setting sun reflecting on his plate mail and his glinting sword, both drenched in crimson blood. He saw himself crowned as king for his achievements, his brothers powerless and at his feet as he made them his subjects. Then came peace and prosperity, with great festivities and even greater battles as he took over the whole continent, growing old and strong to give his legacy to his loving son. That dream left him with hope and a jubilant joy coursing through his whole body.

Awakened gently by a maid, Aleph felt great as the sun drifted through his open window, the fragrant scent of the sea reaching his nostrils. Leisurely stretching, he was set up for his breakfast at a neaby table and informed that a tailor would take his measurements in the evening today and that he would be announced to the whole kingdom tomorrow.


"What would you like to do today?" His new attendant said as he entered the prince room, bowing respectfully to the younger man.

Aleph was no longer Fatigued.

Aleph was feeling Hopeful.

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As far as Aleph was concerned, he didn't have a dream that night, but a premonition. That wasn't him wanting to lead his armies to a glorious victory over their enemy, that was him actually doing that. With this newfound hope, he knew that he would be able to take the throne and lead a righteous army to their fame and fortune. It wouldn't be forever that they fought the war, but in the end, he would make sure that it was not any men but his own that would raise their bloodied swords in victory. This he would swear.

Although that pain was still throbbing in the back of his head, mentally, he felt rejuvanated, and physically, he felt great. No longer tired for he had rested, he knew that today he could manage to get somewhat productive, at least after a hearty breakfast, and so he looked at the beautiful maid and smiled quite warmly. Almost enough to melt ice. With his smile, he might've even made that maid's day, and he'd be glad if he still had that power. A very friendly and casual tone was used when addressing her, unlike her male counterparts. "I would be very thankful if the chef could make me a filling morning meal." he spoke kindly, his chivalrous side shining a bit brighter than the sunlight reaching into his room. "And if I could be shown or told anything that would help me in a social setting, such as trends and popular topics of discussion, I would be in you debt, ma'am."

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Day 2, Midday

Mumbling something unintelligible, Aleph's attendant left, presumably to go seek some servants to bring the specified breakfast to his lord. The servant did arrive, but without the older man as they laid out porridge, bread, meats and fresh milk on the table, bowing respectfully as they set out the meal on the table before they, too, walked out of the room.

Giggling in pleasure at the prince's chivalry, the maid started chattering about the latest topics, from the king's death to what would happen in the next Harvest Festival.

"We of course gossip about you and your brothers, as you were an unknown until recently, locked away in your tower as you were!" The girl explained quickly as the prince finished his meal.

The gossip was entertaining to say the least, and a few rumours were intriguing, like the one that said that the Goulashians were planning an attack tomorrow during the presentation of the throne's heirs. That particular gossip worried the prince, as it could have disastrous consequence should it be true.

Finishing the conversation as the sun reached sea level the maid excused herself and left to fetch the prince's guest. It was time for the tailor's visit.

Aleph's Knowledge have increased by 1.

Aleph is no longer Hangover.

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Day 2, Evening

As the maid left to do as ordered, the tailors and his assistants entered the prince's chamber. Dressed at the height of fashion, those three cut an impressive figure. As the tailor looked upon his new client's attire, he tsked and clucked in displeasure, clearly not approving of the prince's choice of attire. Gesturing to his assistant to start the measurements, the man finally spoke.

"I am Eugene Sasburg, Your Highness, and I will not let you out of this room before you are clothed like a king!" The man said with a nearly manic glint in his eyes. "Bring the fabrics and equipment!" He ordered to a servant, adjusting his eyeglasses as he did so.

The following hours were surprisingly exhausting, with the prince having to stay still in increasingly uncomfortable positions while he was turned into a human shaped cloth hanger. Numerous exotic fabric were used, and even more numerous type of cuts were discussed and the Prince's wardrobe slowly increased to satisfy the tailor. The whole process took the entirety of the evening, but the prince though in the end that it was worth it.

He looked magnificent in his new clothes, after all!


Aleph was now Confident.

Aleph was now Fatigued
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Day 2, Night

The feast was magnificent as always, and the bed as decadent as Aleph remembered as he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Then came the strange dreams, dreams of piracy and endless sea of various alcohol of all thing. He dreams he was the captain of a ship that was bound to a gigantic barrel of something he felt was precious but could not tell why he though such a thought. The dream was as strange as it was colourful and left the young man puzzled.
Dawn finally came after what seemed an eternity of alcohol, sea, crime and wenches that seemed to pop up all over the place.

As soon as the prince awoke, he was attacked by various type of clothings, a team of servants dressed him, combed his hair and washed his face and hair in an effort to make him look like a king-to-be. Then came the jewellery and his circlet that now throned on his brow like a crown, all polished and glinting in the faint morning light. After what seemed hours but were mere minutes, the man was presented with a particularly splendid breakfast of baked goods, hot chocolate and even a small roast of sucking pig. Wolfing down his meal with relish, the prince was once again cleaned up and pushed to the castle's main balcony, where his brothers and the kingdom's chamberlain awaited.

A whole garrison of guard was protecting them and keeping an eye on any trouble, as asked by the prince, all shining in polished heavy armour or spotless leather jerkins. Soon, the courtyard below was filled by citizen and the Presentation started.

The Chamberlain cleared his throat and started speaking.

A small squad of Goulashians attacked from their previous hiding place under the balcony.


Aleph is no longer Fatigued.

Aleph is no longer Hopeful.

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Roland Windsor


To think that dancing would injure him like this, it was absolutely ridiculous. Of all times to get himself injured he did it right before the royal gathering, how frustrating. He would lay in his bed, no doubt he would need to call a physician, but wouldn't he rather rest? Perhaps it would be worth the pain to endure the injury and simply get some rest. He thought to himself for a few moments. He couldn't afford for the wound to become infected, he finally decided to call a physician, he sent one of the servants to find the finest available physician. Hopefully there was more a physician could, though somehow he doubted it. He remained in his bed, pretty much helpless.

He closed his eyes and tried to imagine something pleasant. Time passed quickly as he imagined beautiful vistas that was the kingdom of Alder. He would imagine the many great projects he would complete, how much he could improve the kingdom: No man, woman or child would suffer, and he would decimate his enemies. Fourty minutes passed before the physician arrived, Roland's eyes snapped open once heard the creaking of the door opening. He was always a little intimidated by doctors of any kind, often times their treatments were quite painful, and pain was something that Roland was terrible with. He had no choice though, and despite his anxiety he kept a straight face, with any luck the doctor could help more than the bandages, and he could take a nap in preperation for tonight.

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Day 2, Night

The physician worked quickly and competently, washing the prince's feet in a warm water basin brought by servant and applying a strange salve to his feet. Soon enough the Prince's feet were bandaged and Roland fast asleep, his sleep too exhausted for dreams of any kind.

The morning dawned like it was a mere second later, the Prince still feeling fatigued but far better than when he fell into bed the night prior. Breakfast was brought and eaten swiftly. Then came the time for the Presentation as Roland was washed, perfumed and clothed into his new princely apparels to be shown to the whole kingdom.

Led to the castle's balcony, the prince moment of glory was interrupted by a small squad of Goulashians attacking from below...


Roland is no longer Peaceful

Roland is now Fatigued

Roland is no longer Wounded

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Roland Windsor


Roland put on his best smile for the presentation, trying to look as noble and gallant as possible. However a blood curdling cry interrupted the event. From the balcony Roland could see a squad of Goulashian warriors attacking, they fought the guards and observers alike. He was shocked to say the least, and was even more shocked that he was defensleess. What could he do besides flee? He could see that Aleph had already grabbed a sword, and from what he said it sounded as if he was going to fight along the guards. Though he didn't know Aleph in any sense, he would not leave him to fend off the Goulashians with just a handful of guards at his back, besides, what good is a king that cannot lay down his blood for his people? Roland would turn to one of his brothers, "Find any available guards you can, send them here. I'll help with the defense." And with that Roland made his way down to the ground where the fight was located. Even though he wasn't very strong or sturdy like Aleph, he was nimble and quick on his feet, he didn't plan to get into the thick of it too much.

Once on the ground level with his brother Aleph, Roland would sprint over to a nearby fallen Goulashian, grabbing his hatchet and wooden buckler. The hatchet was probably even better than the swords he was used to using, it was small enough to promote quick attacks. He felt the wooden handle and tried to center his balance, steady his body aswell as his mind. From the front a Goulashian woud cut down one of the guards, blood spurtting all over his face as he charged forwards towards Roland. It was frightening, but blood was starting to pump through his body, his heart raced. Similar to Aleph, he liked it. Roland could predict the Goulashian soldier's attack, his arm was slightly back as if he was going to strike with a vertical slash. Roland hopped back, avoiding the attack by a goot foot or two. Fear flooded his body, the flight for fight instinct urging him to flee, but he wouldn't. Even though he wasn't a warrior at heart, he wasn't a coward. Summoning up all of his bravery Roland would lunge forth, the Goulashian man still unstable from his last attack. It was an openning, and a big one at that.

This Goulashian wasn't exactly skilled, he seemed to fuel his attacks with rage only to leave himself open afterwards. Roland with aim a horozontal slash at the enemy soldier's neck where his skin was exposed. Roland's hatchet lodged itself into the man's neck, and he fell to his knees. Roland would pull the hatchet from his neck, blood spurtting all over him and the groun around him. His eyes widened, he had killed a man for the first time. This feeling...This feeling...It...

It felt great.

Roland kicked the Goulashian in the chest, causing him to fall back to bleed out on the ground. Adrenaline rushed through his body, he regrouped with Aleph, following him and watching his back, whether he chose to flee or fight.