Booth looked around the room for Dew but she was nowhere to be found. He could simply just call her but he figured he would let her be.

"I hope your not insisting that i need the help of the Creators to rule my realm." Booth gave the little elf a cold hard look. He waved one of the F.E.W member's that guards his office over and they talked in whispers. The Lord waved him off "Miss Rin!The Light Elf that was attacked i want him and his attacker to be put in lockup. Then they both will think twice next ime. Don’t forget to dispatched some F.E.W to handle the uproar." As he talked to her he walked to his window and sat halfway out of it.

"I fear for our future." Booth looked out over his beloved homeland. "Rin. If we get any visitors let me know right away."

((I am SO sorry I've been gone! The holidays have been ridiculous. Wheat have I missed?))

Mitrik grinned taking note of her blush but it was soon replaced by a curious frown. Shaking his head to Anna he quickly went to reassure her, "On the contrary Anna, your people love and adore you. I think you don't realize how, informed our people are. Surely you've heard the rumors?" Mitrik had made sure that there were rumors floating around about how Annais had taken power. Had Mitrik known what he knew now, then the two of them may have had to fight each other personally, but he was satisfied with things this way. The assassin preferred to be out of the limelight and work from the shadows. He was the eyes, ears and hands of the Lady of Lunada and the aristocrat would have it no other way. For now. . .

The battle for the throne was indeed a bloody mess and Mitrik initially had been in the mix- he lost interest. As well trained and deadly he is at both of his arts, at the time the throne war was going on he was young and untested. He fought many well trained warriors, necromancers and assassins. He barely survived a few of those battles and eventually lost his desire for power, being replaced by bloodlust. Mitrik eventually started fighting for the thrill rather than the ultimate prize, settling for second place as Annais' advisor.

After his offer had been pushed aside he nodded and took a seat in the chair across from Lady Lunada. Crossing his legs as he leaned back and rested his weight on the right side of the chair, Mitrik listened in to the petite ruler's command. Staring at Annais with his intense golden gaze, he knew what she would say before she even spoke. The lean muscular male started nodding in agreement and was already halfway out of his seat before she even finished, "That would be best. I'll go make the call for the meeting and have someone deliver you a meal in the process. It'll take a while to get everyone assembled, so take your time and feed. I'll have the palace guard to the same. By the way, you look awful." He added the last part teasingly as he stopped by the door.

Exiting he called over a three palace guards that seemed like they had sense enough to make sure they ate and explained what he wanted. The three darted off to fix the Lady a meal, call the meeting, and check on the food supply for him. The vampire made sure that they knew the meeting would take place in the strategy room and to come get him before delivering the meal. Since no one was allowed to step inside Annais' study he would deliver the meal and news personally. Walking briskly down the corridor he called a meeting of the palace guard that hadn't been feeding recently.

Once they had all gathered before the advisor in the throne room, Mitrik looked upon them with worried eyes. They looked starved, like they hadn't eaten in days and as if something was troubling them, "What the hell is going on? Why haven't any of you eaten?" The men looked around at each other as if they were shocked he didn't know. One vampire stepped forward to speak for the group, "My Lord, we heard the creators went missing a few days back. We've been scared of an attack on the palace and so we've been up around the clock for Lady Annais' sake." Mitrik's bright golden eyes narrowed as he folded his arms across his chest trying to digest the news. How could anyone have known about the creators before even him and Annais? "I see. . . Men, starving yourselves won't do anyone any good. You've learned since you were children that you had to feed to stay strong. You're all smarter than this, go feed and return as soon as you've finished." Filing out as ordered the men all left immediately, most of them reluctant but too scared to disobey.

This would be a. . . disturbing report. Someone knew about the creators even before he and Annais had? "Something's not right." Anna wasn't going to like this. Maybe I should keep this to myself for a while until I can find out what's going on and who knew before us. Mitrik pondered this new found information as Annais' meal arrived and the messenger told him everything was alright with the food supply. Walking back to the study Mitrik had to guards open the door for him then close it behind him as he delivered the meal to his friend sitting the tray down right in front of her and taking a seat. "Eat. We have. . . some things to discuss." His tone came off more aggressive than he intended but at this moment he didn't care. Closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead, Mitrik wracked his brain to find answers.

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea, Haru!" Yoona scribbled something down on a legal pad and hummed. "I'll have to look into that later."

Yoona chuckled bitterly at her advisor's last comment. "It would be just our luck, wouldn't it?" Yoona settled herself down on an elegant blue patterned chair with golden finishing touches and sat up straight. "Though I'm sure they're dealing with other mishaps in their Realms."

The necromancer twisted a large brilliant blue gem resting on one of her many rings and out popped a shimmer of lights. She muttered an incantaion and focused on Haru again. "Speaking of other Realms, I think we should go visit some, Haru. The meeting wasn't exactly as smooth as I'd imagined."

A extremely bored nasal voice came out right from the dazzling lights. This was the Mithrigalian's form of keeping in touch with each other--similar to speaking over a phone. "Hello, this is the Dispatch Section of the Mithrigalian Messenger Assotiation, how may I help you?"

"Hello. I'd like you to send a messenger to Lunada to inform the Lady and her court
that the Lady of Mithrigal and her advisor are coming over for a visit." Yoona spoke with grace and examined her fingernails at the same time. They were chipping, she'd have to visit her personal nail care guru sometime soon.

"Ye-yes, my Lady! They will be contacted by a messenger soon." The voice on the other end was seemingly startled, because Yoona usually used the Council's phone line to talk to Annais directly. However, this time Yoona did not want the council to listen
in on their conversation.

"Thank you." Yoona twisted her ring again, and the lights disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared. She looked up at Haru, who had decided to float around in the air. "Get ready to take a business trip, Haru! Bring a magical pen...you'll be taking plenty of notes." The Lady of Mithrigal changed once again with a bright, blinding flash and appeared in stuffy yet elegant clothing. "The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can take this mad clothing assemble off."

Anna perked up slightly at his words, her curiousity piqued. "Rumors," she asked, before she could stop herself. Oh, usually she wouldn't have asked- she was the Lady of Lunada, and she was supposed to be above listening to petty rumors that held no real value to her or her work. However, she was also young, which pretty much obliterated that thought. "What are you talking about, Mitrik?"

She wanted to know what her people thought. Last she'd heard, a lot of them still didn't accept- or at least, had trouble believing- that a little mite of a girl like her could really beat so many other warriors, both stronger and more experienced then she was, without cheating of some form. She remembered that Mitrik had been in the running at some point, but he'd... stopped, or something like that. She couldn't remember exactly; that time was such a blood-soaked, desperate time for her that she didn't remember much outside of the battles she'd fought. She shuddered slightly at the thought of it; she wished she could change the process, but by the time it came for a new ruler, she'd be dead anyways.

she bobbed her head in acknowledgement as he stood. "Gee, thanks for making me feel great," she snorted. At first, his comment about getting her a meal hadn't sunk in. When it did, her eyes widened. "Hey, wait," she said, alarmed. The door closed behind him before she could protest it further; with a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her temples. She knew he was doing this to take care of her, but it made her feel like such a child sometimes. She'd stopped being a child a long time ago, even though most other girls her age were still living with their families and learning how to run a household. She sighed again, reaching over to mess with a small trinket on her desk- a small glass ball with tiny stars and gold and crimson dust floating within. A gift from her father, after she'd won the throne. Her thoughts drifted to her father and what Mitrik had said about not telling him. Mitrik did have a point, kind of, but her father was her father. He knew how to keep his lips sealed. And more then that, he'd offer her council, a different point of view that she would have overlooked. Mitrik was a wonderful advisor, but sometimes she needed a plan with a little less fire, and her father had always been the one to provide it. He'd helped her find the most peaceful way to resolve most of the problems her people had encountered over the years.

Anna looked up as Mitrik re-entered, grimacing playfully at him. When she saw the look on his face, the grimace faded, replaced with a look of concern. "What's happened," she asked, ignoring the tray for the moment. She leaned forward slightly, eager to hear what he had to tell her.

Mitrik knew Annais would want her curiosity sated, she was as scholarly and thirsty for information as he was. He debated for a moment what he should say to her before speaking, "I know that for a while there were doubters wondering how you won the throne but not any longer." The lean vampire examined the woman's expressions as he spoke, "People are saying that have unnatural abilities even amongst vampires and that you were blessed by the creators and meant to rule." Smiling and winking the male knew that she would probably think that the rumors were preposterous but, if people in this Realm doubted their ruler then a rebellion was soon to happen and that ruler would be found in a pile of their own blood.

Annais was an excellent ruler and Mitrik couldn't allow that to happen to his friend. Sure she was still learning, even now, but so was he. Vampires naturally lived long lives and the only way to cut one's life short was to kill them. If Anna was to die somehow, Mirtik vowed he would take the throne after her- if he could keep his mental state in tact.

His Lady seemed in a playful mood after his return and Mitrik knew he spoiled it. Unfortunately now wasn't the time to be playful, and if the advisor felt that way then that was saying something. Anna was ignoring his advice for her to eat and that bothered him more than his news, "I have good and bad news for you Annais, but I'm not sharing either until you feed. Now please. . ." Almost a second later there was a knock on the door and the blonde went to answer. A guard whispered in his ear before Mitrik gave him a few orders and sent him on his way.

Turning back to Anna whom he expected to be eating now, the male announced, "Apparently Mithrigal's Lady and company are on their way. I've had the meeting postponed so that we can use the strategy room for her arrival, does that suit you my Lady?"

((Oh jeez I'm so sorry I've barely posted anything XD;;; I blame the event >.> XD; ))

The Sydraean Lord noted the arrival of his advisor, watching as she strode over to his side; the mermaid was always armed, even now. “It is nothing to fret over Andromeda,” Tirta assured her, still in deep contemplation over what had happened and what was left to do. He wasn’t thinking too deeply when he heard the anxiousness of her voice, and briefly summed it up; “The Creators are missing.”

“Or rather, they may have been taken to the Void, as according to the tablet left by Lord Burgin.” He said gravely, watching as her expression changed quickly, trying to process his words. “I know that you may not believe in the Void but I speak the truth Andromeda.” His voice was soft, so that only she could hear, “Most of us here have decided to prepare their realms for battle against those dwelling in the Void; Lady Gemini has gone to learn more of the Void while Lord Booth had a book that may tell exactly what happened to the Creators. However, he is unsure how to trust and has left for his realm to study it further.”

Tirta was worried; fighting may seem to be their only option, but what of the Creators? Surely there must be a way to know they were alright. “The Creators kept the balance Andromeda; without them I fear fighting those of the Void will not be the only battle…” he spoke gravely.

When her Lord told her not to fret Andromeda raised an eyebrow at him. It was her job to fret over such things and he well knew it. Her face soon turned cold when he spoke his next sentence. "What?" She whispered.

The creators were missing? Something that shouldn't be possible had happened. Unconsciously the mermaid gripped her daggers tighter in her hands, turning her knuckles white. As Tirta continued speaking Andromeda tried to keep her face calm, shielding her thoughts but it was hard.

Andromeda stayed silent listening to everything Tirta said before speaking. Even then it took her a second to go through all the information he gave her. The Void was something she had not been expecting to hear. Did she believe in it? She wasn't certain but it was a good idea.

Sheathing her daggers she crouched down next to her Lord. "I know you speak the truth my Lord, I trust you completely. We should get back to Sydraean and start planning. Have you decided to prepare the realm for battle?"

She paused and grabbed her friends hand. "We need to see that book Tirta. We are Lord Booth's allies, surely he would let us see it." Squeezing his hand she finally responded to his last words. "I know...we are already having problems with the different clans of ghillies. I fear we are going to have much hardships."

“That I fear, will be the same for not only our realm, but the realms of the others,” Tirta agreed, standing up alongside her. “However, you are correct; we must return to ours and prepare the warriors as best as we can against those of the Void and hostile ghillie clans.” Saying he farewells to the remaining Lords and Ladies, the Lord of Sydraea took his leave with his advisor.

It was only once they were alone in the hallway did he speak again, though in a less formal tone, “You bring a good point about Lord Booth us being allies, but saying that we are allies will probably be not a strong enough argument for him Andi,” The young merman always liked to call her by that nickname; despite their positions she was a good friend. “We may have to reestablish our alliances with his realm, which on one hand will not be a problem, but you know how ruthless he can get,” Tirta spoke worriedly.

Haru shrugged at Yoona's praise, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Had it really been such an obscure solution? Regardless, he nodded along to her mention of the other realms. "The meeting did seem a bit... strained," he agreed. "I think you should definitely offer a hand of friendship to the Lady of Aradria. She's young, and should have no previous ties. She'll be an honest source of input for that reason alone."

Still hovering above the ground, Haru cringed when his Lady mentioned taking notes. That was a task he would never get used to. But he sighed anyway, doing as she asked. Bowing his leave, he left for his quarters to prepare. He would need to grab his notepad and pen, as well as change into some more formal attire. He had been harried earlier at Yoona's sudden disappearance, which was why he hadn't changed.

His room was neat as always as he slipped inside, flitting over to his closet. He was rarely ever in there though, which explained the neatness quite nicely. As a spirit, sleep was something that he didn't really need. It was a trait that was incredibly useful for his job. If he had needed sleep, he would've crashed months ago.

Shaking his head of such negative thoughts, he pulled out a silver suit and green tie; his traditional colors. He was redressed quite quickly, striding out of the room immediately after he had done so, pen and paper in his hand as he walked back to meet up with Yoona. "You ready to go?"

((*sigh*im sorry guys, im finding it really hard to follow the rp, and I just can't keep up.I'm out of ideas and my posts are getting shorter...I'm gonna have to pull out.I don't want to, and im sorry, but I just can't keep going with it.I'm really sorry.:cry: ))

((Awww D: I'm so sad to see you leave but it was fun still C: ))

(awww.... bye Gemini... have fun)

Ruslareyn turned towards Maiara and nodded. "I understand your need to create unison in you realm. I hope you are able to do this with quickness and without any troubles." Ruslareyn then turned to Raven and said "I will make arrangements for your troops to come to our realm. It may take a few days. Thank you for your assistance." He then said his goodbyes to the two rulers and walked back to his seat to think some more.

Letting out a sigh Andromeda stood up with Tirta, letting go of his hand. Nodding in agreement she took her two daggers out once again, holding them facing out. She was ready for an attack at all times, it was what made her such a good warrior.

Giving a slight bow of her head to the remaining Lords and Ladies she followed after her own Lord. Walking close to his side her gaze constantly roamed, looking for any danger.

Andromeda waited until Tirta was done speaking before she threw her two cents in. Hearing her nickname she smiled a bit before turning her expression back to it's usual seriousness.

"Once we get back I'll get with the commanding officers and start preparing them all. We shall soon be ready." The mermaid let out a heavy sigh before continuing. "I know Tear," she said using her nickname for her friend. "He is ruthless but he is going to need our help, surely he will see that. We have to think of something new for the alliance this time. Something to add to the old one. We should even combine our armies."

Falling silent Andromeda continued to think about what they could do. If they combined armies then they would have twice the amount of protection. Booth could get water protectors and they could get land protectors. That way they could cover both grounds easily.

((Sooooo.... are we calling this dead? I know I haven't posted, but it's been a while since everyone posted and I don't want to post if we're all done. If you guys are still up for this lemme know. If not, well, it was fun while it lasted.))

(Nooooo!!!!! I want to continue. I though this thread had alot of potential but if no one else does I guess I have to say bye bye. . . T_T)

((I'm still down for this rp!!))

((haha well, I'm definitely still down and two is good enough for me! I'll get a post up tomorrow and we'll just see where the others stand from there.))

((I'm really sorry I haven't posted in a while. I'm not really sure what to post at the moment.))

((im still in it... Was waiting for more people to post))

"Oh, no, of course not," Rin said, obvously alarmed. She tried to regain her composure as he spoke to one of the F.E.W. in hushed tones, too low for her to hear. When he spoke her name, she snapped to attention as if she'd been electrocuted. "Yes my lord, I'll let the commander know your wishes," she said, bowing low. She'd thought herself to be dismissed to do the tasks he'd given, but she hesitated when he spoke again, having crossed the room to look out the window.

"Our people are strong, my lord," she chirped in her sweet voice. "You have made them so. And we have friends, allies who will help us if we call." she bobbed again at his final instruction. "Yes, sir!" She swept a graceful curtsy, then hurried out the door. "I'll return shortly," she sang back over her shoulder, then the door closed and she was shut off from him.

The worried look on his face had disquieted her. She'd known the Lord Booth to be a strong, hardy man, ruthless when need be. She could only pray that they're home would be seen to safety in the rough times to come. "Maybe I'll get the cooks to make him some food," she mused, as she hurried to the Commander's keep. "He must be hungry after his trip, and it wouldn't do for him to be hungry if a council calls or visitors come..." And with that she was off, her footsteps light and soundless as she went about her tasks.
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Anna had mused over his words, a small frown on her face. Truly? She almost wished they didn't; on one hand, it was nice to hear her people have confidence in her. On the other, she was afraid she couldn't live up to their expectations.

Annais growled softly, more out of frustration then anything. "Fine, fine," she said, exasperated, then began to eat. "I swear, you order me around as if you were lord," she teased, her brow still dark with a frown. She slurped down the food; rather undignified, but Mitrik had seen her at her best and her worst, and if she had to remain proper all the time she'd stake herself. She was, after all, still a girl, Lady of Lunada or not. Besides, she trusted Mitrik wouldn't go screaming down the halls that she was a messy eater; the look on his face said he had more pressing matters to discuss with her.

"What," she asked around a mouthful of food, obviously surprised. She swallowed hard, wiping at her mouth with her zzzzzz. "Oh, they're on the way now? I have to get changed..." she got to her feet and fussed with her skirts, then paused and looked up at Mitrik. "Wait, the news- I want to hear it first. My dear Lady Yoona can wait a moment or two, I want to know what's happening." She knew precious little, and she would be damned if something went amiss without her knowing.