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Eloise Porenia Edenhelm

Eloise is a blue-eyed, blonde noblewoman of the House of Edelhelm.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ncfwhitetigress

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A nation on the continent of Siv'en. It is led by a King and six Jarls that rule the six districts of Skyfall from the Exalted Mountains down to the Empyrean Sea. Their numbers are large and their armies are mighty.

Description

NAME: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm

GENDER: Female

APPROXIMATE AGE: 16

SPECIES: Human

NATIONALITY: Of the Kingdom of Skyfall

RACE: White

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good

A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. She combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. She tells the truth, keeps her word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished.

PERSONALITY:

Noble, dignified, and good-hearted, Eloise has every trait that befits a lady of her high station and none that do not, except those which she keeps hidden. Against the advice of men, she is a closeted bookworm who loves to spend hours alone with her literature. Outwardly, she remains dedicated to the feminine arts, music and needlework being her favorite amongst them.

APPEARANCE:

Eloise is a blonde, blue-eyed beauty.

STRENGTHS:

Coming soon!

WEAKNESSES:

Coming soon!

HISTORY:

Coming soon!

So begins...

Eloise Porenia Edenhelm's Story

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Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser
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"Next!"

King Paul Elupitser sighed on his throne. He hadn't yet received good news. A disgruntled farmer stalked away with a squawking chicken- the egg yield was exactly half of last years'. An unusual ratio. To the Court Oracle it was yet another omen of the end of the world drawing close.

She stood before King Paul Elupitser now, frown lines creasing her face.

"You must acknowledge the great disturbance. Do you not see the rains? Do you not hear the people?" She sounded exhausted, having said these things every day thrice for the past week.

"Magic can't be going anywhere," King Paul Elupitser scoffed. Everyone in the court shifted where they stood. Many had noticed the great disturbance, and a few felt it in their bones.

"My King, the ancient bloo-" She began, only to be interrupted by an explosion from King Paul Elupitser.

"I tire of this!," The King roared, "Of your stories, of your lore! There is nothing, nothing, standing between our Kingdom and the greatness of it! There is no ancient evil waiting! This, this magical entropy-"

"Just because you do not feel it doesn't mean-"

"SILENCE!" King Paul Elupitser now stood on his throne, pointing directly at the Court Oracle with wild eyes, "You dare defy your King? You dare speak of, dare conspire against that which holds this Kingdom together?!"

The Oracle grit her teeth, flush with not shame but anger. If there was anyone in this room who was defiant of reality, it was the King. She didn't have the time to defy him any further. In an instant the Court Oracle was seized, by order of the King. She was carried off to the dungeons, her execution ordered for sunrise.

Outside, the rains pounded the roof of Norde Keep. Murmers spread throughout the castle. Had the King gone mad? Was The Oracle a fraud?

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Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser
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Lady Eloise Porenia Edenhelm shuddered as King Paul raged against the Oracle. Moments later Eloise, as well as the rest of the court, gasped when he went even further and had the poor woman arrested. Everybody knew she was telling the truth and bowed their heads in acknowledgment of her courage, for she was laying down her life for the people like several others before her whom Eloise would prefer not to name, her own kin among them. Most in the kingdom knew Paul Elupitser was not the rightful king, unlike Eloise's brother Richard James Edenhelm. When the usurper had seized the throne years ago, he had sent several assassins after her five beloved brothers. Four of them were known to be dead, but there was a rumor that Richard had escaped and gone into hiding. Eloise had not seen her eldest sibling for a very long time and she missed him dearly. Legends abounded in the town that he would reappear one day on a great black steed to reclaim his throne. It was what everyone in the kingdom hoped for and it was also what the current king dreaded most of all.

Eloise found herself in a particularly troublesome situation. Since childhood, she had been warned that the king might try to wed her in a foolish attempt to cement his place as rightful king. As the eldest granddaughter of the former monarch, Edenhelm blood ran through her veins. The current king had made passes at her since the day she had turned thirteen. Now, with her debut as a marriageable young woman just a week away, she was in more dread of his affections than ever. Becoming a debutante was supposed to be one of the best times in a young lady's life, yet Eloise lived in fear of it. How was she to turn down Elupitser's affections without getting her head chopped off? Oh, how she wished Richard would return sooner rather than later. Now that the ugly court business was about to be concluded for the day, Lady Eloise attempted to tiptoe out of the room hopefully unnoticed. Her first initiative was to get lost in a world of fantastical literature in a place where nobody would be able to find her for at least a few hours. Her favorite hiding spot was a covered grove in the castle gardens that provided protection from inclement weather while simultaneously not forcing one to seek shelter inside. Nobody knew about the spot but Eloise. It had been that way since she was seven years of age and that is how she hoped to keep it.

Just as she had almost reached the exit, she felt a leather-gloved hand grip her far slighter one ever so delicately from behind. "Milady?" It was Lord Groffenstein, a loyalist of Elupitser's. Eloise plastered a seemingly natural smile to her face before turning to greet him.

"Lord Groffenstein!" she spoke as if pleasantly surprised. "Good evening, my lord."

He gave her a warm smile, though there was a falsity behind it that only keen eyes could detect. "Where are you off to in such a hurry? I hope today's unfortunate turn of events have not frightened thee. To think, the woman was a traitor all along. But justice will be served at first light, rest assured. The king and his guard are determined to weed out all the conspirators from the court by the first of next year."

"Harp practice," Eloise blurted, trying to ignore everything he had said aside from the question he had asked her. It was a lie, but she had to cover up the truth as well as change the subject before she puked. "I am trying to be disciplined as befits a proper lady."

"Ah! That is wonderful," he extolled. "So cultured you have become. It has been a pleasure to watch you grow and I'm certain His Majesty will be pleased to hear of your dedication. Surely, it would not hurt to delay your study by just a few minutes so our beloved king can get in a word with you in private. You have been so hard to come by during the preparations for your upcoming debut ball."

Eloise repressed the impulse to swallow in dread. She drew back from Lord Groffenstein and performed a perfect curtsy before replying, "It would be my devoted pleasure to meet with His Majesty after the conclusion of today's court business, Lord Groffenstein."

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Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser
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"You will see in due time, and your people will pay the price! There is something to be said of he who listens not to the land, not to time, but to only what's between his ears! Behold the marking of your fate! The end! Of life! As you know it! Is near! If! You! Don-!" The Oracle spat as she was dragged to the dungeons, fighting every inch of the way. As the great doors slammed shut on her cries, so did King Paul Elopitser descend into his throne and with a furious wave of his scepter dismissed the audience.

King Elopitser fumed on his throne. How dare she call his legitimacy into question, so boldly! Sure, she had not outright stated it, but... He stared the room down as it emptied, daring anyone else to say a thing. Nobody did, and good. He would have the tongue of the next man-or woman!-who did, mark his words. He scanned the crowd, locating his most trusted advisors and closest friends. A few beamed up at him; he acknowledged it with barely a twitch of his mustache. Even more took a knee, to which he returned a hardened gaze of approval. Over there was Groffenstein, hand on the hilt and ready for orders.

It was then she caught his eye. The King's spirits lifted, happy to see that Groffenstein had noticed exactly who he had. He sat a little more upright, touching a finger to ensure his crown was on safe. Oh, that Groffenstein, he really knew how to treat a King. King Paul Elupitser smiled in what he thought was a charming way at Lady Eloise Porenia Edenhelm. In fact, it was a half-grimace blackened by three missing teeth, his eyes too cold to convey anything soft.

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Using a flourishing gesture, Lord Groffenstein bowed to King Paul as the latter approached. “My Liege,” he greeted, stepping aside to allow the monarch to speak with his desired subject.

Lady Edenhelm swallowed when the king flashed her a grin, fearful of the upcoming encounter. She returned a nervous smile and performed a delicate curtsy, uttering, “Your Grace.” The young noblewoman truly found herself caught between a rock and a hard place. In private, everyone in her inner social circle was advising her to return the king’s affections, but how could she? She felt nothing for him. Even if the rumors about her brothers’ assassinations were not true, Elupitser had long since proven himself to be a terrible leader. No amount of queenly advice coming from Eloise or any other woman would be able to reverse the trend and she quite well knew it. It remained true that the wrong man sat on the throne. If this fact continued unchanged for long enough, it would lead to the downfall of the entire kingdom and perhaps even the land beyond. ‘Topic of conversation…’ she thought to herself. ‘I must steer it away from my upcoming debut. There really was not a pleasant topic that she could think of, but perhaps she could put a positive spin on something as generic as… weather?’

“Ahem, my good king, is it not some strange weather we have been having? Perhaps it will give the crops a boost this year,” Eloise remarked, trying to keep her voice steady.

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"The crops aren't the only specimen in the Kingdom recieving a boost this year," King Paul Elupitser said with a not-so-subtle wink at Lord Groffenstein. That sly dog! He settled smugly into his chair.

"So glad to see so many of my faithful subjects with clear heads on their shoulders," The King shot a quick glare towards where The Oracle was removed to. He then dazzled a grin back at Lady Edenhelm. See, it mattered not truly what anyon ever said. He was King. His word was law.

There was something dangerous in his eyes.

"What will occupy milady's time this beautiful afternoon?" He asked Lady Eloise. A flash of lighting eerily illuminated the throne room brighter than it had ever been, followed by a vicious thunderclap. The King kept his eyes trained on Eloise.

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Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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#, as written by Marcus
"The Lady Eloise Porenia, of House Edenhelm, was to have me accompany her throughout the grounds in order to discuss possible ways to allow the people to truly know your love and wisdom my liege." The answer was given quickly as a young man dressed in a courtly blue tunic with dark brown leggings and boots strode into the hall whilst his hand sat easily upon a sheathed sword that rested loosely within its scabbard. The young knight in question was none other than Malgerius Corven, an upstart who had offered his sword and given his sworn duty to the Rightful Ruler of Skyfall. The Knight simply lowered himself onto a single knee and kept his gaze low to show both respect for the monarch before him and the company that was present.

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Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: The World Spirit Of Gaia Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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The King was not entertained on the dayof the Oracle's execution. The rains had yet to relent. He wanted it to be a somber affair, but this wasn't quite what he was talking about. The sky could have kept from weeping on this day. The King was about to take his power back. He would snap it from the neck of the woman, strangle it from her need be.

Many were in attendance, waiting for the Oracle to be brought up from the dungeon. They were going to hang her indoors. This was a first.

A cat slipped in with the mass of peasantry. This would be the first, and last, time many of them saw the inside walls of Norde Keep. It was for a morbid occasion and half of them weren't for it at all. They protested the King behind closed doors. To do so anywhere else would be suicide, if today wasn't example enough.

"All Rise!" Trumpeted fanfare announced the King's rise. The room quieted. King Paul Elupitser sat a little straighter. A long, uncomfortable smile swallowed the crowd. He looked specifically for the apple of his eye.

"Today the Truth will be revealed!" He bellowed, a bite to his words. Where was she?

"There is nothing to fear so long as I sit on the throne!"


Thunder clapped and lightning cracked above. A ripple of glitter undulated across the entire planet of Gaia. Almost invisible to the naked eye, but nonetheless a sign that Gaia wouldn't go down without a fight.

The World Spirit of Gaia herself appeared to the one. She was a leaf in a tree, a whisper on the wind, a falling rock, the pattern of the rain. If you were lucky enough, she appeared to you in a dream. No matter the approach, the message was clear. There were few worthy of her blessing, and there was only one here in Norde Keep would receive it. Malgerius would for a moment sparkle.

King Paul Elupitster narrowed his eyes. He, being one almost immune to Gaia's call, having had drank from the wines of Eras, didn't see the twinkle as it danced up Malgerius. For a moment the man stood larger than life- that was all the false King noticed.

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Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: The World Spirit Of Gaia Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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#, as written by Marcus
The patrons and nobles of the court who stood and murmured their thoughts to one another filled the throne room with a sense of terror filled awe and nervous anticipation as the executioners set up their devices to hang the oracle before the king and his throne. Many of the nobility wondered at this macabre spectacle only to ponder if this course of action was truly necessary for their divinely chosen ruler or if it was even the right course of action.

"I heard the oracle speak ill against our king. The nerve she must have to speak of descent so openly."

A few of the nobles begin to grow restless as Malgerius stood among them. The knight kept to himself as he listened more intently to the conversations around him with greater interest. Surely the King saw the signs of change within his realm that hinted at something for greater and darker than just a few bad omens. Hell, King Elupitser couldn't be this blind in his rage to do something so brash, even this had tobe in poor taste for the monarch and his court of nobles.

"Trophonia, a loyal member of this court, never uttered a word of perfidy....I believe she speaks only truth..."

Again the muttered words of a few nobles caught his attention as he allowed his left hand to fall simple upon the hilt of his peace-bound sword. The Corvid Knight simply remained still as his eyes began to wander from the king to something else entirely within the room. The World Spirit of Gaia herself, the blessed lady of his dreams, had taken the opportunity appear before him as the sound of the rain from outside began to fall even heavier upon the castle roof.

"Are we cursed for our actions? Do we even...."

Another noble spoke only to be cut off as the King silenced the room. His lordship spoke of how he was blessed as long as he sat upon the throne and proclaimed his right to be the only defense his people needed in order to protect them from any coming darkness. Malgerius took a single step forward as the Word Spirit herself beckoned him forward to action. Sir. Corven seemed to find his bravery easier than most of the nobility as they bit their tongues in silence while he took a single deep breath and began to make his case.

"I object to this mockery of what is known!"

Malgerius Corven held his ground against his king and felt his own hand grip the hilt of his locked sword. White knuckled and full of what could only be considered a sense of pride in his loud objection against the king. The young knight was now seen and heard as people could look upon his tunic with the kingdoms colors running across its fabric. He was the image of bravery for some in this dark time and change for others as he took yet another step towards the kings throne and the executioners.

"You speak of how there is nothing to fear for so long as you sit upon such a lofty throne! Yet you act cowardly and plan to execute one of your most loyal advisers, a seer no less who only brings you the truth of our world and its dangers that you seem all to keen on ignoring."

A few of the nobles began to mutter and gasp at the display shown before them but none could see the World Spirit as she continued to look upon the Corvid Knight and the actions that had been meant to be. Malgerius took yet another step as his fingers made their way to the strings that bound his blade within it's scabbard only to glance at each of the armed guards and other knightly members of the court. Sure he was outnumbered and the odds had been placed against him but this spectacle could not be allowed to continue.

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Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: The World Spirit Of Gaia Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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"Oh," Brishen burped at the knight's objection, thankfully his burp faded into the mutterings of of all present in the court. As the strings of the peace tie fell apart beneath the Corvid Knight's fingers Gaia closed her eyes. She slipped into a slumber ever confident in her Champions. Gaia was in their hands.

Tromphonia's cackle rose above the gasps of the crowd. Her keepers tousled her violently. She spat at them, grin never fading, even when one returned her spit with a hefty blow. The crowd gasped again as Tromphonia glared at the King. The Oracle wiped a smear of blood from the wicked smile on her face. One of her teeth had been knocked loose, and she played with it with her tongue.

The presence of the World Spirit was not lost on Tromphonia. She had heard her call, answered her call, and was going to pay the price for warning the people of Skyfall of Nightfall. Oh yes, the sky would truly fall. She raised a brow at one of her keepers as the windows darkened. Skyfall Citadel was plunged into a preemptive night as a great shadow was cast over it from above the clouds. Tromphonia let out one strong hah! receiving a kick from one of her keepers to the gut. The Oracle retched. She hoped he did it again, maybe this time she'd lay waste to his shoe.

As the last bit of light faded from the windows the voices in the chamber took on a new type of sound. They were louder. They echoed more. Sireth noticed first, but nobody noticed that the cat noticed and he wasn't about to speak up about it either. Tromphonia second, but she had nothing to say anymore. Brishen noticed too-if only for the cat Sireth who had pointedly gotten a claw stuck in his pant leg to call attention to the sudden change.

The rains had stopped.

King Paul Elupitser's knuckles grew white as he gripped his throne.

"How dare you!"

He trembled where he sat, raising his head high but staying seated to glare down his nose at the Knight. The Crystal Crown of Skyfall glimmered atop his head.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: The World Spirit Of Gaia Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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The rain stopped but the Corvid Knight did not. He actually took yet another bold step towards the man who claimed to be his king and felt his grip upon the hilt of his sword tighten more.

"No, how dare you, you sit upon this throne like a demagogue asking us to sit back whilst you execute one of the more loyal members of your court! And for what exactly?!"

Malgerius Corven did not turn to rally the room of nobles but instead continued to confront the king and belittle his gilded position of power. Many of the nobles who sat and watched the spectacle had to have been filled with both awe and disgust for the boldness of the knight and yet many had to have thought the same.

"You call yourself king but I depose your rule! You are not fit to lay claim to any domain either land or our hearts and I deny you like The World Spirit denies you!"

It was with those words that Malgerius broke his peace bound sword from its sheath and allowed the steel blade to find its point towards the tyrant before him. He was only one man against his former king and the men who swore their lives to the crown but it didn't matter. What was evident that something had changed and Skyfall was in dire need of aid.

Among the nobles who stood and watched a one eyed man in dark finery began to move through the background as to get a better look upon the events presented before him. Many of the king's loyalist members began to mutter about this brash young knight whilst a few even whispered their approvals over such actions. Regardless of the outcome the leader of the Obsidian Hall would not act outright to break his disguise as he waited to see what would happen next. After all times would be changing and soon the prize for the city of Skyfall would soon be his.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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King Paul Elupitser shoved himself to his feet, teeth clenched, hand on the hilt of his own blade. Still down his nose at the knight he aimed his dagger of a gaze.

"There is no World Spirit," The King spit at his unloyal subject who dared to defy his rule and denounce his seat on the throne.

"And you," He drew his own blade and leveled it at the Knight below him, "Had best apologize while I have the good humor to spare your life. Surely one such as delusional as you, one who believes the lies of the Oracle, the false prophecies, isn't of clear mind to act in such a way," there was a snickering and an uncomfortable shuffling in the room, a smirk pulled at the corner of King Paul Elupitser's thin mouth.

"Stand down, fool."

In the back of the room Brishen had scooped up Sireth, barely realizing what he was doing, as his eyes were glued on the scene before him. Brishen did not like the spillage of blood. Sireth did not like the smellage of blood; his tail was half puffed at the tension in the room.

One of the ladies leaned over to whisper to Lady Eloise Edenhelm about how lucky she was to have evaded the King until this point.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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The Corvid Knight took his king's words as all the invitation he needed. With a trained step forward and both hands gripping the hilt of his sword's hilt intently for the purposes to put down the mad monarch Malgerius would begin what some would consider the first act of rebellion against King Elupitser.

"Ready yourself!"

Malgerius shouted as he brought his sword up high and around his head only to come crashing down upon the demented king. If Paul could not recognize that the world spirit had always been present within the world than it was more than clear that The World Spirits champion needed to intervene and find another who could wear the Crown of Skyfall and rightfully rule it's people and the lands bellow.

Many of the nobles gasped and looked in both awe and terror at the scene that was falling before them. Even the Lord of the Obsidian Halls himself could only help but stand back and watch as each move from these pawns fell right into place. David Trapspringer continued to move through the crowd of nobles and guards to get a slightly better vantage as to enjoy the show while it lasts.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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King Paul Elupitser was so far gone in his pride, so far gone in believing his right to the throne, that he could do little to avoid the attempt on his life. He wasn't a fast enough swordsman, and he wasn't a strong enough man. The blow landed him on the shoulder. Malgerius's blade cleaved deep and shattered any hope for the King to even try to fight for the throne. Crimson bubbled, burst, and ran from the wound. His dark clothes were quickly blackened as the life drained from the King.

A near maniacal cackle rose over the din of the crowd and their reactions. Tromphonia's chains rattled as she convulsed with mirth. Her Keepers seemed at an impasse as of what to do next. One had his hand on his hilt, ready to draw and fight. The other seemed braced to turn tail and run.

The moment the blade of the Champion broke the flesh of the Damned there was a palpable shift in the room. As the Crystal Crown of Skyfall tumbled from the head of the King the grip of Eras over Skyfall was lessened. Those perceptive enough would feel it and know- The Champions of Gaia had risen. In the back of the room, a cat yowled.

Four loyal knights drew their blades as the King fell back onto the throne. He reached to feel the wound with a trembling hand as he did, arm and shoulder hanging grotesquely down. The knights began their approach, spreading wide. Two ladies, a medicine woman, and a monk of sorts all rushed forward to tend to the king. The monk was robed in black and red, his head was bald, and he shot Tromphonia a glare before he began to fervently pray over the King. Tromphonia glowered at him, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and began praying up a storm on her own to the Spirit of Gaia.

The doors were shut, the entrances guarded, and there was a wailing from half of the ladies in waiting as they realized they were trapped in the room with what might soon be a corpse-and their uncertain fate. One of them fainted.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven
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Malgerious after landing his blow and watching the king crumple before him. The young knight's sword now stained with royal blood found itself readied once more as the loyal knights to the king began to step forward.

"I Malgerious Corven, former knight to the corrupt despot before you, will accept any challenge of combat!"

He waited for the first of the knights to make their move whilst he kept his eyes upon the enemies before him. Meanwhile within the crowd of nobles David Trapspringer continued to move unhindered by the crowd only to have his eyes land upon the crown that fell to the ground between the king and the knights.

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Character Portrait: Houpetorlivaij Character Portrait: Brishen Character Portrait: Sireth Character Portrait: Trophonia of Skyfall Character Portrait: Eloise Porenia Edenhelm Character Portrait: King Paul Elupitser Character Portrait: Malgerius Corven Character Portrait: Edart Yolette
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Despite the monk's fervent prayers King Paul Elupitser's life continued to slip out with his blood. The King attempted to choke something out to the monk, grabbing a fist full of his robes and yanking him close with the last of his strength. He released the monk with a deathly grimace. He sputtered and the blood bubbled over his chin, ran from his nose. His eyes were bloodshot. His clothes were ruined.

He had one move left in his life, and what he chose to move was his arm. He raised it up and flopped his hand on his head. The crown was gone. King Paul Elupitser's face twisted into the ugliest of shapes as he brought his arm down again. His elbow knocked on the throne, his forearm extended out, and his hand tightened into a point. His finger aimed at Tromphonia. His eyes popping out of his sockets. He opened his mouth to order her death. A gurgle rose from his throat, followed by a waterfall of crimson. His eyes shifted from Tromphonia's proud nonsmile to the spot above her head. to the spot above the door, to that one rafter on the ceiling.

The sunlight suddenly returned in the windows and it danced on the glazed eyes of King Paul Elupitser, who was dead.

As Malgerious Coven accepted the challenge of the Knights of the King the crowd hushed and withdrew from the front of the room. Tromphonia again began her laughter.

In the back of the room a cat continued to howl and howl, hating the smell of the dirty King's blood, hating being trapped in this room, and knowing that outside of the Norde Keep was even worse for wear than in here. But no, the doors were not going to open - especially not for a cat. Brishen had thrown Sireth to the ground unable to take his fish breath complaints. After all that meowing, Brishen almost wished Sireth would go back to doing that weird thing he did where he talked like a person did. Almost. But Brishen wasn't worried about that right now. Brishen had seen the crown go flying. He knew it's worth -a lot- and there was something about it that struck his interest. Maybe it was a life of ease and comfort?

"Long Live Gaia!" Tromphonia piped from her knees, her eyes fixed on the dead King, not taking them off of him or his face for a second. The Monk in black and red swore and quickly threw a cloak over the dead King's face before anyone could memorize his visage in death, or see. It was too late for Tromphonia, she would literally never forget what she saw for as long as she lived.
And she was going to enjoy every moment of it, and she was going to burn his legacy to the ground.

"Let us see the King!" Tromphonia spat at the monk, who shot a murderous gaze in her direction. His eyes flashed and he bared his teeth at Tromphonia, looking her keepers dead in the eyes. The one cracked, turned tail, and ran. He was quickly absorbed into the crowd. The other, hand still on his hilt, didn't hesitate for a moment. Tromphonia now locked eyes with the Monk. There was a reason he would not let them see the king. It was in this moment she realized that because of this, everything may have been in vain. If nobody saw, nobody would know, and Nightfall would come, and all would be for naught, and that was that.
It was too much for Tromphonia of Skyfall.
The people had to know!

The first knight stepped forth and leveled his blade at Malgerious Corven. His name was Edart Yolette, and his armor was quite shiny. He wore no helmet, most didn't while in court.
"Hah! Corrupt despot? Does he not see his own reflection in his blade? Long live the king!"

"SHOW US THE KIIIIIIIIIIING!" She released a guttural screech as the corrupt knight approached Malgerious, so hard it hurt, visibly shaking and struggling to her knees.
"SHOW US THE KING! SHOW US THE KING! SHOW US TH-"

Tromphonia's eyes flashed all the way open before settling into a narrow glare. She didn't take her eyes off of the monk even as the blade slowly slid out from between her ribs. She maintained eye contact even as the blood bubbled in her own mouth. She struggled back the coughing as the blood filled her lungs, finally breaking eye contact to hack in the face of her executor. Bright red spittle freckled his entire upper half. Enraged, he plunged his sword into Tromphonia again. She grabbed the sword and looked him, too, dead in the eye. A chill ran down his spine. He couldn't look away as the light left her eyes. Her executioner danced backwards as her corpse collapsed on the blade, dumping her to the ground.

Edart Yolette took the moment for what it was. He tucked his elbows, took a side step, and aimed for the hands. He swung the sword at Malgerious Coven, grounding his weight but staying light in his knees.

Sireth howled at the door to be let out. Brishen snaked around the edge of the crowd to his own effect, inching as well towards the crown, unaware that another had the same idea- and had it sooner. Tromphonia lie executed on the ground in an expanding pool of blood. Her eyes were open, still gazing towards the throne, where the King lay assassinated. His face was still covered, although the medicine woman was hovering a little too close to the shroud for the Monk's comfort.

The executioner raised his bloody blade and brandished it at the crowd, lest anyone get any ideas.

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Malgerious did not respond but simply caught a glimpse of Sir Edart Yolette's attack and was only barely able to take a step back bringing his blade up to catch the oncoming steel from landing a true blow. Many of the nobles gasped at the sight of more combat and as the executioner did his dirty deed many more cried out in shock and despair.

"I honor you with this fight Sir Yolette……."

Malgerious began to grunt as he would attempt to push the blade back and up creating an opening so that he could either attempt to end this quickly or put the knight on his ass if need be.

"Though I wish it was on better circumstances!"

Meanwhile the one eyed David Trapspringer continued to watch the events unfold only to allow his gaze to fall upon the lone crown that now lay beyond the crowd and past the executioner who acted as a dangerous barrier for the nobles. There was however something that could be done and it only took the leader of The Obsidian Halls a few steps behind the crowd of nobles and away from there current gaze only to change his form into that of an elven woman with long flowing robes and an air of grace and nobility but the appearance of a scholar.

"Enough of this!"


Elio The Wise shouted in a rather commanding voice that seemed to echo with power of both the arcane and something else. The black dragon in the guise of this elvish scholar began to make its way through the crowd and towards the executioner and the combat that was happening before the crowd of nobles.

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It was easier than expected. Her brothers were right. The rooftops were the perfect way into the keep. So lightly guarded if that. there were however only three guards she had to worry about who were in her path and had to be slain without a sound. Their bodies hidden just enough to take a bit of time before someone went searching for the deceased. But the elven woman with pale blonde hair by way of powerful illusion magic had to briefly recall how easy it was to get that far.

The first guard was directly in her path. he never heard her coming. Without a sound her hand reached up, and a thinner than paper edge cut his throat cleanly. She guided him to the rooftop and laid him quietly on the ground, closing his sightless eyes as she briefly sheared his belt for a pouch all guards had, sadly he only had one diamond and two garnets on him. one of the guarnests were flawless and she smiled. Leaving the gold as she had far too much in her own belt to worry of carrying more she headed for a door in the first tower.

She heard shouting, Guards apparently did not have good hearing. Then she remembered, the guards were human for the most part.She snuck up on the second guard and focused carefully, there were two more guards and an alarm bell in her view. Well that made sense. Mentally steeling herself the whiteharied ebony skinned woman darted forwards and disabled the alarm bell, sadly a guard spotted her, ducking behind a pillar she waited for the guard to come closer.

When he was close enough her tagger once more found flesh as she jumped out from behind the pillar and stabbed the man, pulling him with her and setting him silently against the pillar, once more gently closing his eyes and searching his belt, finding only gold. Growling unhappy at no gemstones the Drow signed at the dead man "cheapskate" before sneaking off.

Her final target was guarding a door she needed to use to get inside. He was in the way and occasionally turning left, standing in the way and only turning to his left, a complete circle. Well, he had to die for sure. His back to her, she snuck forwards without a sound. Keeping just out of his line of sight. Finally as he looked once more towards the door she struck. The guy having no idea how she got on the rooftop to begin with.

Standing upon a crossbeam briefly taking in the scene before her she thought back on the brief conversation she had as a child with her parents and brothers shortly after the destructiuon of a certain rival House.

"That gem crown is a true mythic item" her father had said. "Why is it mythic ? Nobody has ever stolen it and gotten away with it"

"I will steal it" Miyo said, or rather signed to her parents.

"You ? Impossible!" her father thought it crazy.

"Dear, your daughter had her tongue removed and the house that did it her brothers destroyed, you should thank her that we'ved rid ourselves of a hated enemy already and moved up in the council with that destruction" Miyos mother, Matron Lurune said. the male Drow waved her off.

"I will prove it to you father, that gem is stealable" Miyo signed, her brothers agreed, Miyo loved stealing gemstones of all kinds, rarely going for the gold or anything else of value.

Finally nodding she found some shadows and sneaking down without being seen was easier than she had thought it would be. She thought it was going to be hard to do, but as she neared the ground she had activated the illusion. The nicely tanned skin of a visiting Elven noble with pale blonde hair, dressed in a dark dress that looked more like something seen in combat, had the guards never looking her way as their gaze was locked on the fight before the throne.

Entering a group of nobles and Miyo spotted her target. Briefly she wondered why the King sat in such a manner. The king is dead ? Perfect that makes this easier.... her gaze landed on the crown. but only for scant seconds as the voice filled with magic seemed to radiate across the assembled nobles. Thankfully the Illusion held and Miyo, using the name she had given the door guard of Lady Lurune, was unaffected, for the moment at least she faked it. She begain mapping out the room. Once she had the gem crown she had to get away.

All it took was thinking five steps ahead. Right now, she was at step six.

But there was still step one to worry about. Step two however had moved up the list, she had to get around the other Elf. But something tingled at the back of her neck....

This was most likely going to go sideways, fast.

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The Court at Norde Keep froze as a voice demanded that of this they had surely had enough. Edart Yolette, momentarily distracted, didn't quite catch Malgerious's move and was left fully open. Brishen had made his way almost to the front of the crowd when the demand was made, and swore to himself as his progression towards that shiny crown was put to a halt.

The room was a hush, and despite most of the court descending into silence, a loud meROOWWW of a cat continued to pipe on at the door. Sireth. Wanted. OUT.


After a moment, a meow, and a heartbeat there were shouts coming from far off in the Castle. Three of the knights who stood to defend the Crown broke formation and surged through the crowd. Ladies lifted their skirts and fainted, men staggered back- what had invaded the Keep, and how? They each swore to be the one to find the intruder - for the three were all hungry for blood. There was something about the corruption of Eras that gave a bloodlust like no other.

As they slipped out, Sireth hot on their heels in his own escape, someone else slipped in. Perhaps nobody noticed them, but the sudden absence of the yowling cat had many looking about. Still, the focus of the room remained between the Crown, the corpses, and this sudden elf who demanded all cease.

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The Knight who struck down his mad king and was about to land a blow against Sir. Edart Yolette but the booming voice also cought his attention as well.

"You all bicker and squabble like children fighting over a toy next to their mothers Den!"

The Elvish woman began to stride forward towards the crown with her hands steepled. Elio the Wise made her way through the crowd with discerning eyes looking upon each noble that was present and every guard who seemed to grow more tense by the passing seconds. The High Elven woman even allowed her gaze to fall upon yet another elf who had made their way into the current affair.

"Interesting, I didn't expect another from our nation to be present? Forgive me my lady but I don't think we have the time for proper introductions."

With those proper and practiced words out of the way Elio made her way towards the now still Knights and looked upon the crown before her only to slowly reach down whilst the guards now began to rush out of the chambers as something else was afoot.

"You squabble over such trivial things and yet I know the pain in your hearts. The loss of your king for example is the most perplexing thing here and yet do you imagine that he wished for more blood to be spilt within these halls." The Dragon in Elvish guise smirked slightly as she produced a fine cloth and usedit to pick up the crown only to present it for all to see.

"Sir. Malgerius Corven, the Corvid Knight, is a strong contender for the crown as the Spirit of the World itself obviously left her glow upon him and yet when I look upon the slayed king I don't even see the lingering essence of our ladies presence."

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The reply the Elf woman gave however was not spoken, sign language, in the com,mon form, not Drow form, was used to kee pthe Illiusion active. "My apologises" Miyo signed to the other Elf woman, "Due to a magical incident I am unable to speak" Everyones eyes were then locked on the crown as the Elf picked it up with a cloth. That gave the Drow exactly the opening she needed hanging at thje back of the nobles was easier than she thought. Everyone focused on the crown, even the other Elf.

Miyo disappeared using another Illusion, dropping her original Illusion for complete invisiblity. She then moved forwards unseen to where she needed to be. Finally there she lifted the crown by an unseen hand, using her magic unseen and made it dance just out of reach. Before it disappeared entirely.

Where had it gone ? First the Elf wanting everyone to stop fighting and stand in silence over the dead king held the Crown aloft upon a cloth, and now it was.... Gone

Who took it ? Where was the taker of the crown ?

Miyo knew she had a chance, but she had to time it right. Quickly scanning the crown with her journal crystal she had to move quickly to hide it, somewhere