Introduction
Buried deep in the realm of fantasy lies a land of mystic wonder, Aurora. This is the land in which your story will begin,, the land in which your story will end. A world of many races, vast variety in landscapes and most importantly, adventure.
However, for a land of such beautiful culture, it has had a very dark past.
When the world was new, and the policies of man first began their monarchy, there was one supreme ruler of the world. Emperor Zaxon, he ruled Aurora with a hard fist but a kind heart. He was known for his strict policies and his armfuls of compassion. Some said they hoped that Zaxon would never leave the throne. But there was one who envied him. Bandrial, his most trusted advisor lusted for Zaxon’s throne. She spent her days whispering poison words in his ear, hoping that one day, won over by her trust, She could finally deliver to him the fatal blow that she had dreamt of for years.
The year grew cold, some of the fiercest and deadliest frosts Aurora had ever seen. Even the oceans began to freeze over, and turn hard like the advisor’s heart. The people, unaware and uneducated blamed Zaxon.
“You have dishonored the gods!” they cried. “There is no other explanation.” Bandrial also told him this.
“My liege,” She cried. “Don’t you see how the gods cry to you, what have you done?” But Zaxon had done nothing. The frost was just another part of Bandrial’s scheme. However, even Zaxon began to think he had done something wrong. He went to his advisor for guidance.
“You are a powerful sorceress,” He said. “Tell me, how do I right my wrongs with the gods.” Behind her false worried eyes danced fires of glee and hope.
“Sacrifice my lord, human sacrifice, only then will the gods be appeased.” Zaxon did not agree.
“Sacrifice is wrong in any way, especially that of my own people,” He argued.
“Lets think for a moment of what you have done, who is the one person you put above all else, including your country.” She said trough her forked tongue.
Solar, his queen, his bride, his one and only love. The shining sun of the nation.
“They’ve grown envious of her,” The witch lied. “Once she is gone, the storms will stop.” Of course Zaxon immediately refused. Solar was his life, and he would not loose it to a petty storm. It took more work on Bandrial’s part.
“Will you really let all these people suffer for one woman?” she asked. “You are their king sir, the look to you for protection!”
Zaxon fought about it mentally for weeks. The greatest inner conflict a man could have. His love, or his people? He couldn’t decide. Solar, in all of her bright and shining glory came to him.
“My king,” she whispered sweetly in his ear. “My love, you have to do this.” She told him.
“Who am I to take your life?” he asked.
“You cant take it, when I give it freely,” Like a true martyr to the cause, His blade left his sheath and found a new one deep between her breasts. Zaxon fled to his wife, holding her to him. He pulled the blade from her body, the gift from his father never seeming so vile. He held her to him, her blood soaking through her white gown, into his blue tunic. He let out a wail of turmoil, of defeat. The entire nation shook with fear at its sound. He went to the balcony, dagger in hand, cursing the gods.
“I cant live without her,” he shrieked. “I’ve been good to this country, am I not allowed this one courtesy?” and without another word, the dagger found a similar resting place in Zaxon’s own chest.
Bandrial took the throne, no heirs yet born to the young king. The day the sorceress took the throne; a veil of darkness swept Aurora, and never left.
The castle prophet came shaking into her throne room, the entire plot becoming coming clear to him now.
“You may have won your power Bandrial,” The Prophet cried. “But there will be those who will strip it away.”
“What do you speak of old man?” the new queen sneered. His eyes turned white and the prophecy chanted as such.
In the year of fiercest frosts
Two pure souls were cost.
Yet the day the stars align,
Eight new roles will be assigned.
The Archer whose life is falling apart,
Shall pierce an arrow into your heart,
The swordsman, whose blade is pure and true,
Shall rid the world of the likes of you,
The Shape shifter who never knew his past,
Will make sure that breath will be your last
The mind controller, who is hurt deeper than her skin,
Will make sure you never live again.
The Healer, soul full of precious light,
Will trap you with your hate and spite
The mage, elements at his control
Will return the throne you lustfully stole
The necromancer, who makes the dead alert,
Will haunt you with the ghosts of the people you’ve hurt,
The girl with life at her fingertips,
Ends the poison that leaves your lips.
Eight new roles will be assigned,
On the day the stars align.
Bandrial grabbed the old man up by his torn robes. “What do you speak of old man?” she hissed.
“I tell the story of your very fortunate demise,” he sneered back. Bandrial began to laugh.
“And now that I know what makes you think that I’ll be so stupid as to not fix it?” she asked.
“Because, the decisions you make, have a funny way of turning on you,” With that the old man morphed into a hawk and left. Leaving Bandrial to her worries. It would be 17 years before the stars would align; she decided to kill every newborn that was birthed that year, protecting her own skin.
What she didn’t realize was each of the children was born the day she came into power. This one misconception that will lead to your adventure.
On the day the stars align, a comet will lead overhead, marking those who would be heroes with a symbol on their hand.
This day is coming soon my heroes. Prepare yourselves for the tasks ahead.
Creatures that live in Aurora:
Good:
Griffins: The griffin (griffon or gryphon) is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and often wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure. In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine. They reside in the Napgliss mountains.
Fairies: Not to be confused with Pixies These beautiful creature love to help the down hearted and sad. Can be found in about any forest in Aurora.
WereCats: Giant cats of strange colors. Can talk to humans and have limited magical abilities.
(PM Me if you have other ideas these are just some starter ones. All basic fantsy creatures are allready included.)
Evil:
Knee-Highs: Small creatures, greasy grey skin, (Looks a lot like the gnomes on the harry potter video games) easy to kill, but are dangerously fast. One bite can prove fatal. Their fangs hold quick acting poison. There are antidotes, but if it is not administered within the hour the victim will die.
Orcs: ( I don’t have to describe these do I? They’re in every fantasy thing known to mankind…almost)
Sirens: They’re song draws in young men and leads them to their death. Beautiful women from a distance, horrible creatures up close.
Trolls: Big ugly stupid brutes. Likes to smash things.
Behemoths: Giant creatures that are used mostly to carry cargo and crash through castle walls.
Werewolves: Men transformed by Bandrial's magic. Unlike the ones from legend, they do not change back, and have lost all sense of humanity.
(Once again feel free to add)
Gods and Goddesses
(Keep in mind each of the hero’s have their own god they worship. It should be pretty easy to see which one they worship. I’ll leave their names up to you! Be creative :D)
The God of War- Worshiped by the Swordsman
The Goddess of the Hunt Worshiped by the Archer
The God of Death Worshiped by the Necromancer
The Goddess of Life Worshiped by the Animal whisperer
The God of Beasts Worshiped by the Shapeshifter
The Goddess of Wisdom Worshiped by the Mage
The God of Will Worshiped by the Mind Controler
The Goddess of Love Worshiped by the Cleric
Character slots
The 8 heroes in the prophecy above
RESERVE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST. Contact me through the OOC or PM to reserve the character first. Multipul people can go for the same character, I will pick the better character. Reservatiosn are kept for 48 hours. Take your time and make your character the BEST it can be. If I had things my way, there would be an equal amount of males and females, however if we have an excess of one, this is apt to change. Genders do not have to specific to the prophecy, I'll edit it if you want something different. For example, in the prophecy above the shapeshifter is specifed as a male, you can make it female and I will change it.
When you reserve your character, tell me what your secondary choice would be in case someone else's character fits the role better. For example:
"I would like to reserve the Archer, however, In the case that is taken, my second choice would be the shapeshifter"
The Archer - Keen
The Swordsman -KangtheMad
The Necromancer - RESERVED Lumana
The Cleric - Church
The Shapeshifter - Jacob Winchester
The Mind Controler-Lumana
The Mage- RESERVED Vio-Lance
The Animal Whisperer- RESERVED SeventhSage
The Dark Side
(Pm me for these positions. Very dedicated Rpers would be needed for these. I will allow you to have one of these and a hero if you can keep up with it, but keep in mind that these character could quite possibly die.)
Bandarial- SeventhSage
Her four Main Minions
1. Vio-Lance
2. SeventhSage
3.
4.
Minor Minions (These will be promoted as the other minions die/ leave the RP. Slots unlimited)
1.
2.
3.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Role: (swordsman/ shape-shifter/ minion ect)
Appearance: (Pictures are accepted and appreciated, however add a description as well
Equipment: (Don't go crazy, you guys don't even know you are heroes yet, for minions, have fun!)
History: (Up to the point of a few days before the comet comes/ Minions: How did you enlist in Bandrial's Army?)
Personality: (Be descriptive!)
Skills: (Heroes: leave lots of room for growth, stick to your role, unless you are adding something odd ball like sewing ect.)
God/Goddess: (Look above, feel free to add appearance, and your feelings about them. You don't have to like your god!)
Strengths:
Weaknesses: (Balance your character out)
Fears: (Some can be funny, like spiders. Make you character human!)
Fun Fact: (Anything you want to add!)
Sub Plot Idea: (I want every character to have a unique sub-plot to happen during the adventures. If you need help coming up with one, contact me, This is mandatory. )
However, for a land of such beautiful culture, it has had a very dark past.
When the world was new, and the policies of man first began their monarchy, there was one supreme ruler of the world. Emperor Zaxon, he ruled Aurora with a hard fist but a kind heart. He was known for his strict policies and his armfuls of compassion. Some said they hoped that Zaxon would never leave the throne. But there was one who envied him. Bandrial, his most trusted advisor lusted for Zaxon’s throne. She spent her days whispering poison words in his ear, hoping that one day, won over by her trust, She could finally deliver to him the fatal blow that she had dreamt of for years.
The year grew cold, some of the fiercest and deadliest frosts Aurora had ever seen. Even the oceans began to freeze over, and turn hard like the advisor’s heart. The people, unaware and uneducated blamed Zaxon.
“You have dishonored the gods!” they cried. “There is no other explanation.” Bandrial also told him this.
“My liege,” She cried. “Don’t you see how the gods cry to you, what have you done?” But Zaxon had done nothing. The frost was just another part of Bandrial’s scheme. However, even Zaxon began to think he had done something wrong. He went to his advisor for guidance.
“You are a powerful sorceress,” He said. “Tell me, how do I right my wrongs with the gods.” Behind her false worried eyes danced fires of glee and hope.
“Sacrifice my lord, human sacrifice, only then will the gods be appeased.” Zaxon did not agree.
“Sacrifice is wrong in any way, especially that of my own people,” He argued.
“Lets think for a moment of what you have done, who is the one person you put above all else, including your country.” She said trough her forked tongue.
Solar, his queen, his bride, his one and only love. The shining sun of the nation.
“They’ve grown envious of her,” The witch lied. “Once she is gone, the storms will stop.” Of course Zaxon immediately refused. Solar was his life, and he would not loose it to a petty storm. It took more work on Bandrial’s part.
“Will you really let all these people suffer for one woman?” she asked. “You are their king sir, the look to you for protection!”
Zaxon fought about it mentally for weeks. The greatest inner conflict a man could have. His love, or his people? He couldn’t decide. Solar, in all of her bright and shining glory came to him.
“My king,” she whispered sweetly in his ear. “My love, you have to do this.” She told him.
“Who am I to take your life?” he asked.
“You cant take it, when I give it freely,” Like a true martyr to the cause, His blade left his sheath and found a new one deep between her breasts. Zaxon fled to his wife, holding her to him. He pulled the blade from her body, the gift from his father never seeming so vile. He held her to him, her blood soaking through her white gown, into his blue tunic. He let out a wail of turmoil, of defeat. The entire nation shook with fear at its sound. He went to the balcony, dagger in hand, cursing the gods.
“I cant live without her,” he shrieked. “I’ve been good to this country, am I not allowed this one courtesy?” and without another word, the dagger found a similar resting place in Zaxon’s own chest.
Bandrial took the throne, no heirs yet born to the young king. The day the sorceress took the throne; a veil of darkness swept Aurora, and never left.
The castle prophet came shaking into her throne room, the entire plot becoming coming clear to him now.
“You may have won your power Bandrial,” The Prophet cried. “But there will be those who will strip it away.”
“What do you speak of old man?” the new queen sneered. His eyes turned white and the prophecy chanted as such.
In the year of fiercest frosts
Two pure souls were cost.
Yet the day the stars align,
Eight new roles will be assigned.
The Archer whose life is falling apart,
Shall pierce an arrow into your heart,
The swordsman, whose blade is pure and true,
Shall rid the world of the likes of you,
The Shape shifter who never knew his past,
Will make sure that breath will be your last
The mind controller, who is hurt deeper than her skin,
Will make sure you never live again.
The Healer, soul full of precious light,
Will trap you with your hate and spite
The mage, elements at his control
Will return the throne you lustfully stole
The necromancer, who makes the dead alert,
Will haunt you with the ghosts of the people you’ve hurt,
The girl with life at her fingertips,
Ends the poison that leaves your lips.
Eight new roles will be assigned,
On the day the stars align.
Bandrial grabbed the old man up by his torn robes. “What do you speak of old man?” she hissed.
“I tell the story of your very fortunate demise,” he sneered back. Bandrial began to laugh.
“And now that I know what makes you think that I’ll be so stupid as to not fix it?” she asked.
“Because, the decisions you make, have a funny way of turning on you,” With that the old man morphed into a hawk and left. Leaving Bandrial to her worries. It would be 17 years before the stars would align; she decided to kill every newborn that was birthed that year, protecting her own skin.
What she didn’t realize was each of the children was born the day she came into power. This one misconception that will lead to your adventure.
On the day the stars align, a comet will lead overhead, marking those who would be heroes with a symbol on their hand.
This day is coming soon my heroes. Prepare yourselves for the tasks ahead.
Creatures that live in Aurora:
Good:
Griffins: The griffin (griffon or gryphon) is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and often wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the griffin was thought to be an especially powerful and majestic creature. Griffins are normally known for guarding treasure. In antiquity it was a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine. They reside in the Napgliss mountains.
Fairies: Not to be confused with Pixies These beautiful creature love to help the down hearted and sad. Can be found in about any forest in Aurora.
WereCats: Giant cats of strange colors. Can talk to humans and have limited magical abilities.
(PM Me if you have other ideas these are just some starter ones. All basic fantsy creatures are allready included.)
Evil:
Knee-Highs: Small creatures, greasy grey skin, (Looks a lot like the gnomes on the harry potter video games) easy to kill, but are dangerously fast. One bite can prove fatal. Their fangs hold quick acting poison. There are antidotes, but if it is not administered within the hour the victim will die.
Orcs: ( I don’t have to describe these do I? They’re in every fantasy thing known to mankind…almost)
Sirens: They’re song draws in young men and leads them to their death. Beautiful women from a distance, horrible creatures up close.
Trolls: Big ugly stupid brutes. Likes to smash things.
Behemoths: Giant creatures that are used mostly to carry cargo and crash through castle walls.
Werewolves: Men transformed by Bandrial's magic. Unlike the ones from legend, they do not change back, and have lost all sense of humanity.
(Once again feel free to add)
Gods and Goddesses
(Keep in mind each of the hero’s have their own god they worship. It should be pretty easy to see which one they worship. I’ll leave their names up to you! Be creative :D)
The God of War- Worshiped by the Swordsman
The Goddess of the Hunt Worshiped by the Archer
The God of Death Worshiped by the Necromancer
The Goddess of Life Worshiped by the Animal whisperer
The God of Beasts Worshiped by the Shapeshifter
The Goddess of Wisdom Worshiped by the Mage
The God of Will Worshiped by the Mind Controler
The Goddess of Love Worshiped by the Cleric
Character slots
The 8 heroes in the prophecy above
RESERVE YOUR CHARACTERS FIRST. Contact me through the OOC or PM to reserve the character first. Multipul people can go for the same character, I will pick the better character. Reservatiosn are kept for 48 hours. Take your time and make your character the BEST it can be. If I had things my way, there would be an equal amount of males and females, however if we have an excess of one, this is apt to change. Genders do not have to specific to the prophecy, I'll edit it if you want something different. For example, in the prophecy above the shapeshifter is specifed as a male, you can make it female and I will change it.
When you reserve your character, tell me what your secondary choice would be in case someone else's character fits the role better. For example:
"I would like to reserve the Archer, however, In the case that is taken, my second choice would be the shapeshifter"
The Archer - Keen
The Swordsman -KangtheMad
The Necromancer - RESERVED Lumana
The Cleric - Church
The Shapeshifter - Jacob Winchester
The Mind Controler-Lumana
The Mage- RESERVED Vio-Lance
The Animal Whisperer- RESERVED SeventhSage
The Dark Side
(Pm me for these positions. Very dedicated Rpers would be needed for these. I will allow you to have one of these and a hero if you can keep up with it, but keep in mind that these character could quite possibly die.)
Bandarial- SeventhSage
Her four Main Minions
1. Vio-Lance
2. SeventhSage
3.
4.
Minor Minions (These will be promoted as the other minions die/ leave the RP. Slots unlimited)
1.
2.
3.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Role: (swordsman/ shape-shifter/ minion ect)
Appearance: (Pictures are accepted and appreciated, however add a description as well
Equipment: (Don't go crazy, you guys don't even know you are heroes yet, for minions, have fun!)
History: (Up to the point of a few days before the comet comes/ Minions: How did you enlist in Bandrial's Army?)
Personality: (Be descriptive!)
Skills: (Heroes: leave lots of room for growth, stick to your role, unless you are adding something odd ball like sewing ect.)
God/Goddess: (Look above, feel free to add appearance, and your feelings about them. You don't have to like your god!)
Strengths:
Weaknesses: (Balance your character out)
Fears: (Some can be funny, like spiders. Make you character human!)
Fun Fact: (Anything you want to add!)
Sub Plot Idea: (I want every character to have a unique sub-plot to happen during the adventures. If you need help coming up with one, contact me, This is mandatory. )
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Bandrial rose out of her bed slowly, her sandy locks cascading down her body in a golden waterfall. The bed moved with her, as she sat, the sloshing of the liquid that filled her mattress echoed through the stone room. It was rumoured that the blood of her enemies filled that bed, and that she rested upon it with security, knowing they would never bother her again. She pulled the satin blanket around her naked form and rose to her window, gazing upon her lands with stern eyes.
These were her lands. She had fought for them. She had earned them. They were hers. In two days time the invasions would start, that these destined eight were supposed to come into power, to be born. Even now she was readying her armies to go and kill the newborns. She could take no chances. After everything Bandrial had done to get to the top, she would not be dethroned by a bunch of children.
She called in her maid servant, terror leaked from every pore in the young girl's body as she entered the room. Bandrial smiled, terror fuelled her, fed her, made her strong.
"I wished to be dressed," she said with her condemning tone. The girl bowed and made her way the to closet and brought out a red dress, she helped Bandrial into it, as she laced the dress, she accidentally pinched the dark sorceress.
The girl began to quake and Bandrial smirked.
"That wasn't very nice? Was it?" she asked sarcastically. Bandrial snapped her fingers, and the girl combusted into flames.
Bandrial stretched and rose, having finished clasping her dress herself. Her heels made terrifying noises in the stonework, echoing trough the halls. The castle seemed to tremble knowing the dark sorceress was roaming its halls. At the sound of her in the hall, another servant rushed out to greet her.
“What can I do for you my majesty?”
"I am in need of another servant, but for now we shall leave it at rest. I don't need the smell of too much burning flesh before breakfast. Make someone fetch it for me will you? Your queen requires some... nourishment." She smirked. No one really knew what she meant when she said that. Her meals were always taken in secret, and there seemed to be a new cook every couple of weeks. She didn't kill them, but eventually, it seems, their sanity ran thin and death appeared as their only escape. Hangings, stabbings with their own kitchen knives, even one who boiled himself alive. Whatever it was that she ingested, it was not for the faint of heart.
She continued down the halls, stopping at the Library, her apprentice lay asleep in a spell book. Her pink hair spilled wildly around the tomes. Bandrial rolled her eyes. Silly girl, always studying. She could never become as great as Bandrial herself. She could not save that family of hers without Bandrial's help. A small smirk curled Bandrial's blood stained lips. She had made sure of that. Angel was too important. Her powers were great for a mortal, and it allowed her to travel amongst the world as her spy, as her seductress when necessary. Beautiful and deadly, the perfect informant.
"Angel?” Bandrial woke her with a snap of her fingers, forcing her chair to spin toward her wildly. Angel jarred awake and quickly collected her composure. She adjusted her butterfly clip in her hair and stood at attention in front of her master.
"My liege?" she asked. Her voice was like breaking glass, both beautiful and dangerous. "What is it I can do for you?"
"Come with me my darling," Bandrial commanded. "It's time to rally the troops."
These were her lands. She had fought for them. She had earned them. They were hers. In two days time the invasions would start, that these destined eight were supposed to come into power, to be born. Even now she was readying her armies to go and kill the newborns. She could take no chances. After everything Bandrial had done to get to the top, she would not be dethroned by a bunch of children.
She called in her maid servant, terror leaked from every pore in the young girl's body as she entered the room. Bandrial smiled, terror fuelled her, fed her, made her strong.
"I wished to be dressed," she said with her condemning tone. The girl bowed and made her way the to closet and brought out a red dress, she helped Bandrial into it, as she laced the dress, she accidentally pinched the dark sorceress.
The girl began to quake and Bandrial smirked.
"That wasn't very nice? Was it?" she asked sarcastically. Bandrial snapped her fingers, and the girl combusted into flames.
Bandrial stretched and rose, having finished clasping her dress herself. Her heels made terrifying noises in the stonework, echoing trough the halls. The castle seemed to tremble knowing the dark sorceress was roaming its halls. At the sound of her in the hall, another servant rushed out to greet her.
“What can I do for you my majesty?”
"I am in need of another servant, but for now we shall leave it at rest. I don't need the smell of too much burning flesh before breakfast. Make someone fetch it for me will you? Your queen requires some... nourishment." She smirked. No one really knew what she meant when she said that. Her meals were always taken in secret, and there seemed to be a new cook every couple of weeks. She didn't kill them, but eventually, it seems, their sanity ran thin and death appeared as their only escape. Hangings, stabbings with their own kitchen knives, even one who boiled himself alive. Whatever it was that she ingested, it was not for the faint of heart.
She continued down the halls, stopping at the Library, her apprentice lay asleep in a spell book. Her pink hair spilled wildly around the tomes. Bandrial rolled her eyes. Silly girl, always studying. She could never become as great as Bandrial herself. She could not save that family of hers without Bandrial's help. A small smirk curled Bandrial's blood stained lips. She had made sure of that. Angel was too important. Her powers were great for a mortal, and it allowed her to travel amongst the world as her spy, as her seductress when necessary. Beautiful and deadly, the perfect informant.
"Angel?” Bandrial woke her with a snap of her fingers, forcing her chair to spin toward her wildly. Angel jarred awake and quickly collected her composure. She adjusted her butterfly clip in her hair and stood at attention in front of her master.
"My liege?" she asked. Her voice was like breaking glass, both beautiful and dangerous. "What is it I can do for you?"
"Come with me my darling," Bandrial commanded. "It's time to rally the troops."
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The sun was only just rising above the humble homes of Scythia Town. At one point in time the town was an important trading center, but in the last 100 years it has fallen to become a modestly wealthy village. The harvest in this area had been especially good this year and so the Gypsy Carravan under Adam Opa set it as their next destination. They had arrived the previous evening and had set up camp outside of the village. Gypsies, despite their welcoming and peaceful nature, were often misunderstood among the more settled peoples and though their trade was more then welcome, the gypsies themselves often were not.
Regardless, they were the talk of the town and despite the early morning, the ancient market place was very busy with preparations of the trade to come. Both domestic stalls and even a few of the gypsy wagons had pulled in and set up shop to sell their goods and Neoma was no exception. Though she had no products to sell, she could still make a bit of money playing her guitar as a street performer. Unlike many of the others who needed preparation, Neoma was able to set up her 'shop' and pick up a few stray coins from the very beginning. She never made much money but it was just enough that she could purchase a few items she wanted.
The morning hours went by quickly and it wasn't long before there was quiet the little crowd gathered in the old market for shopping and trading. Neoma managed to attract some people and she did her best to put on a good smile but it was difficult at times. Every hour or so Neoma would stop and take a break to grab something to drink and check up on the others. Mr. Opa had managed to buy enough stores for the caravan and plenty more to sell and several of the women were paying a trip to the town smith to have several of the kitchen tools fixed as well as order more nails.
Throughout the day Neoma's only discomfort was the fact she was sweating, being an elf she had to keep her head covered covered in a good sized scarf because of all of the horrible stories about elves that the Queen spread as propaganda for her extermination of them. Still the day wasn't all bad and she made a small amount of money, enough to purchase a good meal or two, spare strings for her guitar, and have a little left over to save. However, it was well known that the 17 years of prophesy were close at hand. The gypsies were not overly suspicious people but they did not know what the Queen might do on that day. It was a safety precaution but they wanted to be as far away from any town or village as they could, preferably nestled in some woods or hills far away from any town. They would not be staying but a day in this town as a result.
The prophecy weighed heavily on Neoma, she was a peaceful person but she was all hate when it came to the Queen. A few were not looking forward to the prophecy's as they spoke of war, however Neoma could not wait for them to come true, she didn't think she could stand the 15 or 20 years it would take for the prophesied children to grow up. As a result it was on this day that Neoma was in a particularly high spirit and towards the afternoon she managed to draw quiet a crowd, and their pockets, herself with her playing and a few smiles.
Regardless, they were the talk of the town and despite the early morning, the ancient market place was very busy with preparations of the trade to come. Both domestic stalls and even a few of the gypsy wagons had pulled in and set up shop to sell their goods and Neoma was no exception. Though she had no products to sell, she could still make a bit of money playing her guitar as a street performer. Unlike many of the others who needed preparation, Neoma was able to set up her 'shop' and pick up a few stray coins from the very beginning. She never made much money but it was just enough that she could purchase a few items she wanted.
The morning hours went by quickly and it wasn't long before there was quiet the little crowd gathered in the old market for shopping and trading. Neoma managed to attract some people and she did her best to put on a good smile but it was difficult at times. Every hour or so Neoma would stop and take a break to grab something to drink and check up on the others. Mr. Opa had managed to buy enough stores for the caravan and plenty more to sell and several of the women were paying a trip to the town smith to have several of the kitchen tools fixed as well as order more nails.
Throughout the day Neoma's only discomfort was the fact she was sweating, being an elf she had to keep her head covered covered in a good sized scarf because of all of the horrible stories about elves that the Queen spread as propaganda for her extermination of them. Still the day wasn't all bad and she made a small amount of money, enough to purchase a good meal or two, spare strings for her guitar, and have a little left over to save. However, it was well known that the 17 years of prophesy were close at hand. The gypsies were not overly suspicious people but they did not know what the Queen might do on that day. It was a safety precaution but they wanted to be as far away from any town or village as they could, preferably nestled in some woods or hills far away from any town. They would not be staying but a day in this town as a result.
The prophecy weighed heavily on Neoma, she was a peaceful person but she was all hate when it came to the Queen. A few were not looking forward to the prophecy's as they spoke of war, however Neoma could not wait for them to come true, she didn't think she could stand the 15 or 20 years it would take for the prophesied children to grow up. As a result it was on this day that Neoma was in a particularly high spirit and towards the afternoon she managed to draw quiet a crowd, and their pockets, herself with her playing and a few smiles.
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Karrellone sighed as he stood out on the balcony of his room, which overlooked the garden near the center of the palace. A rather large, flourishing grove of life, of which finer there was no other he'd seen. His cerulean eyes sat calmly on the flowing fountain, and budding life of the greenery. Although, the largest tragidy was that there was a lack of animals. No bird dare fly into the castle... or near it, for that matter. The dark aura that seemed to engulf the walls would almost be a becon of warning to all sensible life with common sense... Or without courage. Karl pressed his hands to the cold railing, and leant over to get a better view of the tranquil setting....
But of course, as he heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor outside of his room, walking past. He knew the sound - he had memorized it... as if there was any other sound, other than the eeriely empty sound of water flowing in the fountain below. The sound of footsteps were faint as they moved away. And though as he finally came to full-awareness, he realized what this day was. He felt like such a fool for forgetting.... But he couldn't exactly remember what it was happening today. He remembered he'd been asked a chore of from Bandrial... and he did plan to take care of that later. But as of right now, he wondered what his 'mother' was doing today. He had semi-figured that she had intended to get him out of the castle for the day, as to keep him from ruining her occasions with his presense... but he was indeed curious.
He turned on his heels, and walked towards the door, keeping his upright posture as he gently pushed open the door, and walked into the hallway. The unnerving sound of her heels in the halls still echoed... and he was able to follow it expertly. His own soft footsteps hastily followed the woman's, slowly gaining on her. His almost silent footsteps would mimic his almost ghostly appereance. Soon, the sandy blonde hair that belonged to his beloved matron entered his vision, and a soft smile would drift across his face as he continued to gain, untill he walked just slightly behind her, to her unoccupied side... the other side occupied by her apprentice. He made sure not to stray into her field of vision, but kept his head bowed in submission as he always did. His voice finally came forth.
"Hello, My Liege." He said, knowing not to refer to her as 'Mother' publicly. "My deepest appologies for prying...but... what might you have planned for this day?"
But of course, as he heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor outside of his room, walking past. He knew the sound - he had memorized it... as if there was any other sound, other than the eeriely empty sound of water flowing in the fountain below. The sound of footsteps were faint as they moved away. And though as he finally came to full-awareness, he realized what this day was. He felt like such a fool for forgetting.... But he couldn't exactly remember what it was happening today. He remembered he'd been asked a chore of from Bandrial... and he did plan to take care of that later. But as of right now, he wondered what his 'mother' was doing today. He had semi-figured that she had intended to get him out of the castle for the day, as to keep him from ruining her occasions with his presense... but he was indeed curious.
He turned on his heels, and walked towards the door, keeping his upright posture as he gently pushed open the door, and walked into the hallway. The unnerving sound of her heels in the halls still echoed... and he was able to follow it expertly. His own soft footsteps hastily followed the woman's, slowly gaining on her. His almost silent footsteps would mimic his almost ghostly appereance. Soon, the sandy blonde hair that belonged to his beloved matron entered his vision, and a soft smile would drift across his face as he continued to gain, untill he walked just slightly behind her, to her unoccupied side... the other side occupied by her apprentice. He made sure not to stray into her field of vision, but kept his head bowed in submission as he always did. His voice finally came forth.
"Hello, My Liege." He said, knowing not to refer to her as 'Mother' publicly. "My deepest appologies for prying...but... what might you have planned for this day?"
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Mart had heard of the prophecy. Then, who hadn't? Things like these spread when the time drew near. The logical part of him wanted to doubt it, evil like the Queen simply couldn't be eradicated. Not by 8 people who were pretty much old children. Some part of him believed, which was why he was here. Scouting out cities that were easily defended when war came. Find a good defensive location and a well trained force can hold out for a long time. He sighed, it would be hard, his first actual war. He tried to shove it out of his mind and think about other things. I could use a better set of armor, and a good shield, maybe a heater. . .But I don't think I have the gold. Still, this town has fallen in economic power, prices might be lower.
A band of wagons, a small crowd and some shops drew his attention. The gypsies were in town. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. He had heard two versions of how the gypsies were either scum, or just ordinary people trying to make a living. He didn't know which theory was right, and which was wrong. His mentor liked to say "let your experiences guide you. Do not blindly trust others." But other people had experiences too, right? It was confusing. Strains of music reached his ears, coming from a small gypsy woman playing a guitar.
His stomach rumbled, and he looked up at the sky. It was nearing noon, and he could really use something to eat. Still, how often did he get a chance to relax and enjoy something? He joined the small group around the gypsy, and he could see that she was actually quite young. The music continued, and Mart's worries were slowly easing away. Then the song ended. A couple people mumbled something and left, and one or two tossed a coin. He looked at the two groups, and hesitated, unsure of what was acceptable and what wasn't. Pay, or leave? Sod what other people think, I enjoyed it, no? He fished two coins out of his pocket and tossed them to the girl. "Uh, well done miss. Good song, I enjoyed it."
His stomach growled again.
A band of wagons, a small crowd and some shops drew his attention. The gypsies were in town. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. He had heard two versions of how the gypsies were either scum, or just ordinary people trying to make a living. He didn't know which theory was right, and which was wrong. His mentor liked to say "let your experiences guide you. Do not blindly trust others." But other people had experiences too, right? It was confusing. Strains of music reached his ears, coming from a small gypsy woman playing a guitar.
His stomach rumbled, and he looked up at the sky. It was nearing noon, and he could really use something to eat. Still, how often did he get a chance to relax and enjoy something? He joined the small group around the gypsy, and he could see that she was actually quite young. The music continued, and Mart's worries were slowly easing away. Then the song ended. A couple people mumbled something and left, and one or two tossed a coin. He looked at the two groups, and hesitated, unsure of what was acceptable and what wasn't. Pay, or leave? Sod what other people think, I enjoyed it, no? He fished two coins out of his pocket and tossed them to the girl. "Uh, well done miss. Good song, I enjoyed it."
His stomach growled again.
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The dark queen had been aware of the boys presence for quite some time. She tried her best to keep an even tone and a smile when speaking to him. He was her most loyal of subjects, she could do no wrong in this boys eyes, and for that reason alone, she kept him. A failed experiment, that was all the boy was, nothing more.
“Karrellone,” she spoke his name with as much sickly-fake sweetness as she could muster. “Angel and I were just going to rally the troops, the day grows near. I am sure you are aware. Come along darling,” She kept him by her with fake endearment, keeping his love and loyalty. She continued down the corridor, each confident step sending fear into the hearts of all who could hear it. She finally reached the tower, and exited onto the balcony onlooking her army.
Thousands, nay, more like hundreds of thousands of soldiers awaited for her command. With a simple spell she magnified her voice, so all within a few miles could hear her and tremble.
“Gentlemen,” she began. Her voice billowed through the land. Strong, confident, beautiful and agonizing she looked upon her army with pride. “We have fought long to be where we are. You, are the heart of my power, standing up to my enemies and tearing them down before your terrible might. You are my foundation.” Bandrial buttered up the army, making them feel powerful. “In only two days time, the prophetical day will be upon us. There will be eight who will stand against us, mere infants. Though I do not fear them, I will take no chances in our struggle over this land. You all knew this day would come. I will be sending you out tonight, this will be a real test of your loyalty to me and the endeavours we have fought through to be the super power we are today. Fight for me these next few days with all your vigour and all your might. Feel no guilt over the deaths of the children you will conquer. They are the spawn of our defeat. We must destroy them. However...” She paused, darkness billowed from her pours, enveloping the whole castle, then the grounds and finally the army.
“If there is a traitor among you, one who hesitates in killing even one of the these babes. There will be no mercy.” She smiled sadistically letting all who watched know that she would deal with these traitors personally. “Do not let one babe escape you, any child under the age of five is to die, and any who try to stop you is to be put down. I will not give anyone the hope to rebel. You will do this with out question. My will is beyond contestation. Eat well tonight and go and wreak fear into the hearts of my adversaries. Glory will await you when you return.” She turned without another word and left the balcony. Angel shivered. The fear was nestled in her heart even now. Bandrial walked in silence to the throne room as her 'children' followed. She sat in the throne lazily, her feet propped up on the armrest.
“That went well I think,” She winked at Angel who shook the magic from her brain and nodded in agreement.
“As for your question Karrellone, I do not want you to accompany the soldiers. With all of them gone, who will protect my castle if any want to reap their revenge upon me. No, I need you here, with me.” She did this purposefully. She did not like him leaving the castle, his kind nature giving the wrong impression to her people. Also, she knew in the event anyone did come to attack her, her dear 'son' would jump in front of her and die in her place. She needed him here where she was sure she would be safe.
Her well being would always be most important.
“Karrellone,” she spoke his name with as much sickly-fake sweetness as she could muster. “Angel and I were just going to rally the troops, the day grows near. I am sure you are aware. Come along darling,” She kept him by her with fake endearment, keeping his love and loyalty. She continued down the corridor, each confident step sending fear into the hearts of all who could hear it. She finally reached the tower, and exited onto the balcony onlooking her army.
Thousands, nay, more like hundreds of thousands of soldiers awaited for her command. With a simple spell she magnified her voice, so all within a few miles could hear her and tremble.
“Gentlemen,” she began. Her voice billowed through the land. Strong, confident, beautiful and agonizing she looked upon her army with pride. “We have fought long to be where we are. You, are the heart of my power, standing up to my enemies and tearing them down before your terrible might. You are my foundation.” Bandrial buttered up the army, making them feel powerful. “In only two days time, the prophetical day will be upon us. There will be eight who will stand against us, mere infants. Though I do not fear them, I will take no chances in our struggle over this land. You all knew this day would come. I will be sending you out tonight, this will be a real test of your loyalty to me and the endeavours we have fought through to be the super power we are today. Fight for me these next few days with all your vigour and all your might. Feel no guilt over the deaths of the children you will conquer. They are the spawn of our defeat. We must destroy them. However...” She paused, darkness billowed from her pours, enveloping the whole castle, then the grounds and finally the army.
“If there is a traitor among you, one who hesitates in killing even one of the these babes. There will be no mercy.” She smiled sadistically letting all who watched know that she would deal with these traitors personally. “Do not let one babe escape you, any child under the age of five is to die, and any who try to stop you is to be put down. I will not give anyone the hope to rebel. You will do this with out question. My will is beyond contestation. Eat well tonight and go and wreak fear into the hearts of my adversaries. Glory will await you when you return.” She turned without another word and left the balcony. Angel shivered. The fear was nestled in her heart even now. Bandrial walked in silence to the throne room as her 'children' followed. She sat in the throne lazily, her feet propped up on the armrest.
“That went well I think,” She winked at Angel who shook the magic from her brain and nodded in agreement.
“As for your question Karrellone, I do not want you to accompany the soldiers. With all of them gone, who will protect my castle if any want to reap their revenge upon me. No, I need you here, with me.” She did this purposefully. She did not like him leaving the castle, his kind nature giving the wrong impression to her people. Also, she knew in the event anyone did come to attack her, her dear 'son' would jump in front of her and die in her place. She needed him here where she was sure she would be safe.
Her well being would always be most important.
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It was the dead of night in the small town of Faridus, the cobblestone streets where all but silent occasionally the soft patter of water dripping from the roofs above could be heard. But suddenly the silence was shattered as a roar of laughter erupted from the inn down the street, the inn was filled to the brim with patrons normally it wouldn't be this full but tonight was not an ordinary night a cleric representing the church of the goddess of love was in town and he was staying at the inn. you see it was not that they where famous or anything in these parts it was that this town did not get many new visitors so when they heard a new face was the the inn and one that could dance, sing and tell jokes too? well that practically brought in the whole town.
Jozorn Milo was standing on one of the wooden tables in the inn dancing a gig while playing a song on the lute and sing all the while. A local song that was known around these parts he had managed to convince the inn keeper to let him stay for the night if he had agreed to play songs, tell jokes and keep the patrons happy, a normal night for him. While he was busy playing the song the patrons had gathered in two lines. one male. one female. And started to dance the gig that came with this song he had seen many versions of it done and it always amused him to see them.
After he had played three more songs after that last one the more early-riser like people where starting to dissipate but this is when things got fun, he finished the last song jumping off the table and yelling. "Who here want to try and see if they can drink me under the table!?" Many of the men in the crowd yelled their approval and started to make their way towards the bar. Jozorn picked up the Glass that was handed to him and said to his opponent. "Winner has to go tell his wife he loves her." That brought gales of laughter from the crowd Jozorn tilted the Glass think to himself. "Bottoms up!"
Suffice to say it was a fun night or... Jorzorn assumed that because he woke up underneath an upside-down table with one of his boots hanging from a rafter, He picked himself up smiling. "They really did drink me under the table." Chuckling at his own joke he grabbed his boot and his staff from where he left it last night: propped up against the wall, he then looked at the sign pointing the way to the next town. "Ahh... Scythia Town." He then walked down the road humming to himself all the while.
Jozorn Milo was standing on one of the wooden tables in the inn dancing a gig while playing a song on the lute and sing all the while. A local song that was known around these parts he had managed to convince the inn keeper to let him stay for the night if he had agreed to play songs, tell jokes and keep the patrons happy, a normal night for him. While he was busy playing the song the patrons had gathered in two lines. one male. one female. And started to dance the gig that came with this song he had seen many versions of it done and it always amused him to see them.
After he had played three more songs after that last one the more early-riser like people where starting to dissipate but this is when things got fun, he finished the last song jumping off the table and yelling. "Who here want to try and see if they can drink me under the table!?" Many of the men in the crowd yelled their approval and started to make their way towards the bar. Jozorn picked up the Glass that was handed to him and said to his opponent. "Winner has to go tell his wife he loves her." That brought gales of laughter from the crowd Jozorn tilted the Glass think to himself. "Bottoms up!"
Suffice to say it was a fun night or... Jorzorn assumed that because he woke up underneath an upside-down table with one of his boots hanging from a rafter, He picked himself up smiling. "They really did drink me under the table." Chuckling at his own joke he grabbed his boot and his staff from where he left it last night: propped up against the wall, he then looked at the sign pointing the way to the next town. "Ahh... Scythia Town." He then walked down the road humming to himself all the while.
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Clatter… Clank; clatter these where the sounds that rose from the locked gate of the barred prison wagon as it rolled along the long stretch of dirt road that lead towards the town of Scythia. The next town in the line of many that the traveling cell would make its way through as it was heading towards the capital with its few prisons all of which were seen as some of the worst of their kind for one reason or another. The wagon was being guarded by a grouping of eight soldiers each well equipped for long travel with a second wagon following up the rear which carried their supplies. As for the prisoners inside the mobile cell there were clearly three prisoners who were cowering towards the back nearest the thick wooden door it would not be to clear what it was that they were cowering from but something kept them from the front where what appeared to be a sizable amount of clothing was piled up.
From outside the wagon two of the guards were talking and looking in at the three men one of guards made a comment to the other guard and the two broke out into laughter. Looking back over his shoulder towards the wagon that carried the supplies one of the two guards gave a wave of his hand towards a young boy that seat atop the wagon, the boy was quick to attention and with a nod he grabbed a small package from a sack and climbed down from the still moving wagon and ran over to the guard.
“Here you are sir.” The body handed over the item he had pulled from the sack to the man before turning and returning to the wagon which just as easily as he had dismounted before he returned to and was seating back in his spot watching the event that was about to take place closely. Taking the item in both hands the guard gave another laugh as he unwrapped the item which turned out to be a chunk of dried meat which he held up towards the three men all of which stared longingly at it but none of them dared reach out for it having already learned that lesson.
“Oh come now I know your hunger I can see it in your eyes. So go ahead and eat up boys.” With those words the guard threw the chunk of meat between the bars and into the cell where it landed near the pile of clothes which remained still even as it landed with a faint thud. As for the three men they each stood there just staring a look of clear want showing across their faces, each trying to come up with the best way of getting at the meat while avoiding the clothes but so far none of them made a move towards the pile.
From outside the wagon two of the guards were talking and looking in at the three men one of guards made a comment to the other guard and the two broke out into laughter. Looking back over his shoulder towards the wagon that carried the supplies one of the two guards gave a wave of his hand towards a young boy that seat atop the wagon, the boy was quick to attention and with a nod he grabbed a small package from a sack and climbed down from the still moving wagon and ran over to the guard.
“Here you are sir.” The body handed over the item he had pulled from the sack to the man before turning and returning to the wagon which just as easily as he had dismounted before he returned to and was seating back in his spot watching the event that was about to take place closely. Taking the item in both hands the guard gave another laugh as he unwrapped the item which turned out to be a chunk of dried meat which he held up towards the three men all of which stared longingly at it but none of them dared reach out for it having already learned that lesson.
“Oh come now I know your hunger I can see it in your eyes. So go ahead and eat up boys.” With those words the guard threw the chunk of meat between the bars and into the cell where it landed near the pile of clothes which remained still even as it landed with a faint thud. As for the three men they each stood there just staring a look of clear want showing across their faces, each trying to come up with the best way of getting at the meat while avoiding the clothes but so far none of them made a move towards the pile.
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Neoma played for a good part of the morning and managed to bring in a respectable amount of coins. Despite it being a good day though, there was always a time to stop and move on to something else. It was a little after mid day when Neoma decided that the time to move on was at hand. This wasn't a random decision, it was simply because she was hungry, and though the mid day meal had long since been served and cleaned. It was always possible for her to prepare a small salad. The corn was in too, perhaps she would roast one over a fire. However it was never good to end a session without some sort of closing quiet song.
(in case you wanna hear) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKtadARBiYY&feature=relmfu
Placing the guitar back into a playing position, Neoma began the first few cords of one of the few songs she had created herself. It was not her favorite song to play, but that was her song and not one she played to crowds. Regardless though, the cords brought yet another crowd around her though it was a more elderly or much younger crowd. One that enjoyed slower, more calming songs.
At the song's closing there was a mixture of positive comments from the crowd and a few tossed some coins in the basket in front of her. One man stayed behind though. His dress labeled him as an outsider of the town and the sword at his hip labeled him a fighter. Not the crowd gypsies usually liked but he seemed like a nice enough fellow, if perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Upon closer review, Neoma decided that the man was really not much older then she was, though the scar on the side of his face definitely made it seem so. Finally, as if the young man had made up his mind, he took two small coins out of his pocket and tossed them into the basket "Uh, well done miss. Good song, I enjoyed it."
That was surprising, for such a rough looking fellow he was definitely much shyer and considerate then Neoma would have predicted. This was made even more obvious when his stomach growled quiet audibly as he was trying to walk away. The differing look and personality was quiet funny to Neoma who actually started laughing at him. "The hungry man who gives his coppers to the lady with no need for them is a fool." she said through her laughter.
Neoma quickly pocketed the money she had gained that day and dusted herself off as she stood up. "The name's Neoma and if the hungry fool would like a meal and does not mind sharing, I was about to go make one for myself."
(in case you wanna hear) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKtadARBiYY&feature=relmfu
Placing the guitar back into a playing position, Neoma began the first few cords of one of the few songs she had created herself. It was not her favorite song to play, but that was her song and not one she played to crowds. Regardless though, the cords brought yet another crowd around her though it was a more elderly or much younger crowd. One that enjoyed slower, more calming songs.
At the song's closing there was a mixture of positive comments from the crowd and a few tossed some coins in the basket in front of her. One man stayed behind though. His dress labeled him as an outsider of the town and the sword at his hip labeled him a fighter. Not the crowd gypsies usually liked but he seemed like a nice enough fellow, if perhaps a bit rough around the edges. Upon closer review, Neoma decided that the man was really not much older then she was, though the scar on the side of his face definitely made it seem so. Finally, as if the young man had made up his mind, he took two small coins out of his pocket and tossed them into the basket "Uh, well done miss. Good song, I enjoyed it."
That was surprising, for such a rough looking fellow he was definitely much shyer and considerate then Neoma would have predicted. This was made even more obvious when his stomach growled quiet audibly as he was trying to walk away. The differing look and personality was quiet funny to Neoma who actually started laughing at him. "The hungry man who gives his coppers to the lady with no need for them is a fool." she said through her laughter.
Neoma quickly pocketed the money she had gained that day and dusted herself off as she stood up. "The name's Neoma and if the hungry fool would like a meal and does not mind sharing, I was about to go make one for myself."
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Mart flushed slightly. The girl was laughing at him. What I get for going my own way. Coulda had some ham, but nooo, I had to get laughed at. "The name's Neoma and if the hungry fool would like a meal and does not mind sharing, I was about to go make one for myself."
Well, maybe it isn't THAT kind of laughing, at least she's offering me food. "I suppose I wouldn't mind, so long as you call me Mart." Quietly, and impassively, he wondered about the advisability of accepting food from someone who called him a fool. At least it would save him some coin. For a moment, he watched the gypsies haggle with shoppers, and perform dazzling tricks with knives. "Neoma. . .Thats not a name you hear often," he remarked, not wanting there to be an awkward silence.
Well, maybe it isn't THAT kind of laughing, at least she's offering me food. "I suppose I wouldn't mind, so long as you call me Mart." Quietly, and impassively, he wondered about the advisability of accepting food from someone who called him a fool. At least it would save him some coin. For a moment, he watched the gypsies haggle with shoppers, and perform dazzling tricks with knives. "Neoma. . .Thats not a name you hear often," he remarked, not wanting there to be an awkward silence.
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Karrellone nodded as he heard his mother's words to him; her kind voice, he wanted to believe was true... but his instincts told otherwise. Yet, this did not matter, as he followed without another word, other than "Yes, My Leige."
The queen's bodyguard stood almost iconic next to her as she stood on her pedistal, the balcony overlooking the lands for miles. As she began to speak Karl obviously was paying attention, but his bold eyes also squinted down at the crowds. He knew these magically encumbered words would have heavy effect on the people that heard them. His own mind was even slightly hazed by the words, prosed to follow his mother's will. Of course, he did most of the time anyway. He turned his head down to the crowds again, and simply listened to his mother's speach. Even without her magical spells, she was charismatic, and just had a way with words... one that made you feel like if you didn't listen to her, something bad would happen. And that was most likely because it would.
As they walked back to the throne room, the only sound that was in the air was the dying murmurs of the crowd, and those wicked heels that his mother wore, clapping down the stone floors like a whip cracking against tile, almost. Karl looked over at Angel - the girl and he were not exactly friends...but they knew one another well enough to speak on friendly terms. Karl would place his hands at his sides, and bow as his mother sat on the throne, his kind face coming back up to vision. "And shall I-" He started softly, before his mother cut him off, answering his question before it entered the air. With this, he nodded. "Of course, My Leige. Your will is my command." He would state softly. He knew that anyone would be fool to try and attack his mother. The castle was practically a fortress, and she had more than plenty of royal guards... not that they were any more trained than normal soldiers. But having his sword as an additional barrier would never hurt. Not to mention he knew that his skill outclassed them by far.
"I shall resume post outside of the throne room, My Leige. Please do not hesitate to call upon me if you need anything at all." He said briefly. He knew his mother would detest his true being in the room - his kind heart probably irked her to the point of not being able to see straight. But he would offer a bow, the tassles on his outfit drooping to the ground, before he stood, and walked out of the throne room, placing his back to the door as soon as it closed. He wished his mother wasn't this way...but by all means, whatever her way was, it worked. He looked softly behind him, at the closed door, thinking about the woman that lurked behind it...
He smiled weakly at the door, and turned back to look out at the empty corridor. Now his job was to wait. And to keep his mother alive.
The queen's bodyguard stood almost iconic next to her as she stood on her pedistal, the balcony overlooking the lands for miles. As she began to speak Karl obviously was paying attention, but his bold eyes also squinted down at the crowds. He knew these magically encumbered words would have heavy effect on the people that heard them. His own mind was even slightly hazed by the words, prosed to follow his mother's will. Of course, he did most of the time anyway. He turned his head down to the crowds again, and simply listened to his mother's speach. Even without her magical spells, she was charismatic, and just had a way with words... one that made you feel like if you didn't listen to her, something bad would happen. And that was most likely because it would.
As they walked back to the throne room, the only sound that was in the air was the dying murmurs of the crowd, and those wicked heels that his mother wore, clapping down the stone floors like a whip cracking against tile, almost. Karl looked over at Angel - the girl and he were not exactly friends...but they knew one another well enough to speak on friendly terms. Karl would place his hands at his sides, and bow as his mother sat on the throne, his kind face coming back up to vision. "And shall I-" He started softly, before his mother cut him off, answering his question before it entered the air. With this, he nodded. "Of course, My Leige. Your will is my command." He would state softly. He knew that anyone would be fool to try and attack his mother. The castle was practically a fortress, and she had more than plenty of royal guards... not that they were any more trained than normal soldiers. But having his sword as an additional barrier would never hurt. Not to mention he knew that his skill outclassed them by far.
"I shall resume post outside of the throne room, My Leige. Please do not hesitate to call upon me if you need anything at all." He said briefly. He knew his mother would detest his true being in the room - his kind heart probably irked her to the point of not being able to see straight. But he would offer a bow, the tassles on his outfit drooping to the ground, before he stood, and walked out of the throne room, placing his back to the door as soon as it closed. He wished his mother wasn't this way...but by all means, whatever her way was, it worked. He looked softly behind him, at the closed door, thinking about the woman that lurked behind it...
He smiled weakly at the door, and turned back to look out at the empty corridor. Now his job was to wait. And to keep his mother alive.
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Jorzorn finally made it to Scythia Town making his way into the market place this was the best place to sell his ware which was healing he could do many things from getting rid of infections to reattaching an arm, he didn't charge for his services at all he would heal anyone who needed healing it was kind of a free clinic. He would simply offer to some tavern owner to play the lute at his inn and in exchange the keeper would feed him and give him a place to sleep.
He started to set up shop in the middle of the market near the well, this was standard proceed for him it was a rule for his religion to be near the life-giver when healing. He pushed a pole into the ground on the pole was the insignia of the goddess of love this would most likely draw people to him by itself. He also made himself available for hire sometimes travelers will need a healer with them when they go on a journey, his price being around three gold pieces a day he hoped some one would hire him. It had been a long time since he had gone on an adventure. He sat down on a stool he always carried with him waiting for the first people to arrive.
He started to set up shop in the middle of the market near the well, this was standard proceed for him it was a rule for his religion to be near the life-giver when healing. He pushed a pole into the ground on the pole was the insignia of the goddess of love this would most likely draw people to him by itself. He also made himself available for hire sometimes travelers will need a healer with them when they go on a journey, his price being around three gold pieces a day he hoped some one would hire him. It had been a long time since he had gone on an adventure. He sat down on a stool he always carried with him waiting for the first people to arrive.
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