Setting
The land is steadily falling into much strife with each passing turn of the sun. Plague spreads across the Kingdom of Skyfall, sending many men to an early grave. It is close to claiming the King and along with it, the Crystal Crown. The Noble Houses of Markett, Traeger, and Edenhelm are all laying claim to the throne with political savagery and causing much dissent in the land due to chaos. Civil war is drawing more near as tensions rise between the Houses as Skyfall may soon be left leaderless from the death of their Beloved King Lesym Tharcey Edenhelm. The denizens of Skyfall are left to ponder who will rise up while the elderly, the young, and the frail are stricken with the plague. Clerics scramble in order to find a cure but none has been found, only a road to an untroubled death through medicine.
The Kingdom of Skyfall is a very dynamically inhabited land. There are no immigration or emigration laws. Intelligent beings may come and go as they please unless under the service of their Beloved King; a king that is dying of the plague spreading across Siv'en. Three Houses in Skyfall contend with each other in order the claim the Crystal Crown:
The Kingdom of Skyfall is a very dynamically inhabited land. There are no immigration or emigration laws. Intelligent beings may come and go as they please unless under the service of their Beloved King; a king that is dying of the plague spreading across Siv'en. Three Houses in Skyfall contend with each other in order the claim the Crystal Crown:
- House of Markett: The House of Markett are the cousins of Edenhelm and hold a more rightful claim to the throne than House Traegar but not by much. They have four cousins spawned by Edenhelm fathers and a bastard daughter.
- House of Traegar: The House of Traegar do not have any rightful claim to the throne, owning only one bastard son of King Edenhelm. They are a cutthroat House and will attempt any means to place the bastard son on the throne.
- House of Edenhelm: The House of Edenhelm is the rightful heir to the throne, the direct descendant bloodline of the late King Lesym Tharcey Edenhelm. However, they are not the only ones who can claim blood to the Crystal Crown.
Kingdom of Skyfall
A Kingdom set in the highest reaches of the floating Exalted Mountains and spans down onto The Golden Vale, and even further to rest against the Empyrean Sea. The Whispering Woods curves beneath the feet of the Exalted Mountains. It borders the Kingdom of the Artificers on its eastern side, while the Province of Watchers lays on Skyfall's northern side.
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Kingdom of Skyfall is a part of 
Exalted Mountains.
2 Places in Kingdom of Skyfall:
12 Characters Here
Matthew [8]
Savi Fang [5] Honest, Savi often tells the truth, even when she doesn't want to.
Jason Grace [5] Loyal to his friends, Jason will do anything to protect them.
Drago Black [5] ???
Talion [3]
Martin Edenhelm [2] The original conjuring cat! He is quiet, he is small, he is black from his ears to the tip of his tail.
Tagus [2] The Shield of Josephine. Tagus is young and inexperienced, hesitant but strong willed. The world will shape him where the Order failed.
Versali Quadri [2] 16; female; fixes things; tomboy; pyromaniac (watch out for that...)
Adrastos of Rome [1] "For Emperor Artemis Caesar! For the Empire!"
GRRRR [1] Really irritated right now
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"I prefer your face without it, but then you may put your mask on just to spite me," he said casually. At once he placed a hand on his chest and closed his eyes. Blue magic rose like smoke, drifting from his eyes and mouth before disappating in the air.
Pater was out. This time he did not have the same guards as before. He only had two revenants. However, he did have three spirits floating about him, ghostly entities fluttering about and spreading a chill through the air. Standing nearby was one man with goggles on his head and in blue robes. "Here is the crypt," he announced simply.
The area was still with the evening air, the trees swaying in a light breeze and the moon hidden behind clouds. All of a sudden, two arrows flew at the Revenants and another for the Prince's ear, a woman coming out of the shadows "Ohh...Pater...I didnt know it was you. My apologies....I didnt expect to see you so soon after our last meeting" Jeanella said while putting her bow back on her back "Girl has to watch her back..."
The spirits surged in to meet the arrows, wrapping them in ice and casting them to the ground. The revenants, while struck, seemed unaffected. "I brought a superior force, this time. I would not test my patience, witch."
"Better you did....those were filled with poison" She said and leaned against the Crypt door gently, crossing her arms over her chest "So...what can I do for you? Come to seize my home?"
"Yes."
He paused in thought for a moment.
"No wait, you wanted to speak to my father? Some arrangement along those lines? I had to report you. Your existance."
He paused in thought for a moment.
"No wait, you wanted to speak to my father? Some arrangement along those lines? I had to report you. Your existance."
"Great....just perfect. No one can leave well enough alone" She said with a sigh, rubbing her temples gently with annoyance through her hood "Yeah....looks like I got no choice now. Either that or I lose the one place I call home to your Realm"
"This is not an invasion," Pater said firmly. "But allow me a few minutes to arrange the ritual so that I may summon an incarnate."
She nodded slowly and stood up erect to him "Fine....just dont riun the Grass. I lay in that during the daytime" She stated with a slight buzz of annoyance
Pater knelt down on the grass and the three icy spirits swirled around him, then into one large mass. A skull made of naught but ice hung in the air, matching the size of Pater's full body. "You have contacted me, my son," said the thick Russio-Germanic slur of a voice.
She growled a little, putting her arms behind her back to watch the skull speak "Is this him?" She asked, tapping her foot with impatience
The head turned towards the woman. "Is this her? Das cannibal?" Pater nodded. "Und this is her home, der crypt?" Pater nodded once more.
The head floated past him and looked down at the woman. "What manner of creature are you?"
The head floated past him and looked down at the woman. "What manner of creature are you?"
She slowly walked to the skull and looked hard at it's sockets "I am a Half Elf with an extremely short temper. Your son here decided to barge into my home when i did not answer my door. He set off my traps and invaded my inner sactum only because I allowed it. I asked him to forget he saw this place and he refused. I want you to forget you ever saw this report"
"Und w(v)as do I get in return?" he asked. "What benefit is it to my people to forget this deathtrap."
"The benefit is that you do not get this Deathrap loaded on your front doorstep. You do not bother me, I do not bother you understand?"
"Because you will lose your son in a heartbeat if you refuse. One arrow...thats all it takes to end his life and leave your Kingdom without an heir. I just wish to be left alone"
"Conaidering my arrows are always tipped with Poison and only I have the antidote. Heres the deal, you forget everything, your Son can go home to you, I go back into my home and we never have to speak again"
"The price for ensuring my peoples safety is one of my people." Pater's head raised up and he glared at the icey head. "At most two. We are... Hardy people from the south. But we are practical. You have given me two choices. You threaten my people with your home being dangerous if I 'forget you', or you threaten my people with your arrows if I do not."
"Merely using free resources good King. If you all walk away, then no shots shall grace the air and I go back into my home and will not set foot in your lands. This I promise on my honor as a thief"
Tolston: a small but prosperous town near edge of the Whispering Wood. It held rather wealthy looks houses finely cobbled in stonework and wood with roofs finely pitched and tarred. It ran through several streets, the streets also cobbled with rich stone and was protected by stocky wooden walls acting as a much larger citadel. Its highest point was not its barracks of the local garrison or the mansion of the Lord Mayor that ruled inside. Instead, its highest point was its temple at the center of the town, a chapel that honored the most holy of the four gods; and along the top of this chapel silent and elusive in the evening was the Shadow Stealer.
The thief overlooked the town from this vantage point, observing the few people moving along the streets in the late evening and the glow of the torches that kept their path. Despite its wealth, public lighting was still within the works. “To you dear Tolston.” The thief toasted, in his gloved hand was a glass of red wine. He brought it towards his noise as he stood at the roof of the chapel. He cringed for a moment, his belly aching as usual. By the gods he hated this ache and dulled it with the wine that his physician kept telling him was making it worst. He took another glass from a chilled wine skin and drowned the ache, savouring the fine taste as the ache went away. “I think the ducks would get along swimmingly with that quack.” He jested a light chuckle escaping his lips as he settled the wineskin away into a small bag of tools and other things. As he remained on the narrow titlework as naturally as he did walking on flat ground, years of acrobatics making this second nature.
The thief overlooked the town from this vantage point, observing the few people moving along the streets in the late evening and the glow of the torches that kept their path. Despite its wealth, public lighting was still within the works. “To you dear Tolston.” The thief toasted, in his gloved hand was a glass of red wine. He brought it towards his noise as he stood at the roof of the chapel. He cringed for a moment, his belly aching as usual. By the gods he hated this ache and dulled it with the wine that his physician kept telling him was making it worst. He took another glass from a chilled wine skin and drowned the ache, savouring the fine taste as the ache went away. “I think the ducks would get along swimmingly with that quack.” He jested a light chuckle escaping his lips as he settled the wineskin away into a small bag of tools and other things. As he remained on the narrow titlework as naturally as he did walking on flat ground, years of acrobatics making this second nature.
Matthew had just arrived from the long adventurous travels he had been put through only to shake his head as this was clearly his first stop before he had to make his way through the woods to get to Roy and his friends. "By the time I get there my feet will be blistered. I wonder if there will be warm water so that I can relax a bit." The half elven man spoke as he tipped his hat a bit and allowed his jacket to open up some more revealing the two flintlock pistols at his sides, not to mention the rifle he had slung over his shoulder. Matthew suddenly realized how lost he truly was as he was sure he had passed by this old temple on several occasions now. "I need a drink."
The Shadow Stealer grinned as he saw the lone traveler pass by the chapel once more, searching about as he settled the glass back along the pitched roofing. “Right on time.” He heard himself saying as the man reached into his satchel. Silently removing a grappling hook and a fine coil of elvish rope, the rogue moved to descend off the tall building into the shadows bellow. The star woven cloak upon his descent began to alter, shifting into the natural dark stonework of the chapel as it enveloped his climbing body. When he touched ground at the under shadow of the chapel, the great thief could hear the man’s voice linger. A fond grin hid underneath the smiling mask drowned in the darkness as he patiently and calmly moved outward, his cloak covering most of his body at the moment as the familiar mask moved to peer out of the darkness. “It sounds more likely that you need some directions.” He lightly joked in his greeting. The Shadow Stealer before him once more, or at least his mask was as the rest of his body seemed enveloped in the darkness.
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