Plot I. War Begins
After millenia of living together in harmony, the Human king grows jealous of the power and magic the Leiy possess. He approaches the Leiy king and brings this injustice to his attention. The Leiy king explains to the Human king that both races were created by two different gods for two different purposes: Humans master land and territory as their god, Etriosh, does, while the Leiy master magic and flight as their goddess, Aiori, willed.
The Human king's jealousy is not settled by this explanation. He calls a meeting with the Leiy King, the Elven Queen, and a Shapeshifter leader from all three of the main continents. Here he announces his declaration for Human expansion. In short, he declares that since Etriosh wills his people to acquire territory and the Leiy goddess willed no such thing for her people, that he would explained east toward Mitoc. He would take the Leiy land from them. From this moment on it was war.
The other world leaders were asked to take sides. The Shapeshifters of Yevoiy sided with the Humans out of fear the king would challenge their people, too. The Shapeshifters of Mitoc refuse to take sides, as do the Elves and the Shapeshifters of Tagu, but all for different reasons. Whoever approached them in a gesture of war would be struck down in the most violent and gruesome of ways to make an example of them.
The Leiy King leaves the conference confused. He calls his military personal together and warns them of the coming war. However, he did not wish to initiate anything. If the Human King wanted war, he would defend his people and his kingdom, but he would not provoke any harsh actions or feed the fire. It was his hope that this was just a phase of immaturity the Humans had because of their youth, and it would pass with time.
II. It Becomes Personal
Twenty years later the war is still running strong, but it's nothing compared to the ones the Leiy held against the Mitoc Shapeshifters. The Leiy soldiers are still running strong, but the Humans are losing the will to fight. Some begin to rebel against the war and their king. Rumors spread of a rebel faction, but there are no details or witnesses. The Humans begin fighting to squash these rumors, but this only serves to weaken their hold on the war.
With a last ditch effort to turn the tides in their favor, the Human king rallies a small group of expert men willing to give their lives for their king. They are sent to hijack a passenger ship traveling from Tagu to Mitoc. Aboard the ship is the Leiy Queen. These men succeed and manage to maneuver the ship into a cliff just before it reaches the Misu coast where it was scheduled to drop off its passengers. Most of the passengers die in the wreck, including the hijackers and the Queen. The only survivor is a young Elven girl who is rushed to a medic and nursed back to health.
After the Queen is lost, the Leiy King orders his men on their first offensive mission during the war so far. They are to invade the Human camps outside of Trimo. Their mission was to completely eliminate every soldier and everything they brought with them. The mission is a success and serves to unerve the Human King. At this point the Leiy begin to fight back and any chance the Humans had of winning disappears.
III. A Traitor and a New Leader
Two years after the loss of his wife, the Leiy King embarks on a secret mission. He takes a handful of men with him. These men and his only brother are the only people who know where he's going and why. His brother is left in charge as Regent until either the king returns or his daughter is prepared to take the throne. The King writes to the Regent occasionally to tell of his travels and check up on his kingdom. The Regent tells no one anything, and the kingdom is left with plenty of unanswered questions.
The letters from the king stop abruptly after a year. A lone man strolls into town one year afterward with a dreadful story: the king is missing and he is the only soldier of the troupe who is still living. Suspicions build among the people about this man, but the Regent does nothing about it. He continues to rule the kingdom as he was ordered. People begin to approach the Regent about this shady man with implications that he may have had a hand in the king's disappearance. Many suggest he be stripped of his wings. The Princess publicly addresses this issue and demands these rumors stop. She makes it clear that she trusts this man just as much as her father did when he left.
IV. It Begins
The "Traitor" takes the Princess aside. They talk about his trip and he tells her about something ((to be disclosed at a later time)) that may help them find the King. She reluctantly agrees to accompany him, but only after much persuasion. The Traitor states it would be best of they left as soon as possible, but the Princess refuses to leave without notifying the Regent. It is settled that they would leave once they have made preparations and the acting king is told about the planned trip.
The Regent is distraught by the news, but knows better than to try to argue with the Princess. He agrees to keep it silent, because the kingdom would explode in anger if they knew the Princess had run off with the Traitor.
With her uncle's approval, the Princess rushes to pack her necessary things as the Traitor does the same. The following day the Princess speaks to the King's personal blacksmith. The blacksmith forges weapons and armor for the duo while promising to keep quiet about their uses. He (possibly a woman) was the same person who forged weapons and armor for the missing King and his troupe.
Now that everything is in order, the pair saddles up and heads for the coast.
So, by now I'm sure you're wondering, "Where do I come into this?" Well, the answer to that is simple, wherever you want! The price and traitor roles are all ready taken, but you can play the evil Human king, or you could make something up. Now, on to the rules, shall we?
Rules
These rules are set to ensure the quality of this thread and are subject to change at anytime to adapt to changing situations. If you break these rules enough times, your character will be killed off as brutally as possible and you will not be allowed to post here. You will be warned TWICE, no more. However, if Raine is feeling particularly herself, you may not be privileged to these warnings. Also, if the rule is not one here then it will be considered common sense. If you are warned whether the rule is here or not, obey your POs. If they say cut it out then CUT IT OUT.
#1 Read All Rules
Everything posted here does not need to be committed to memory. However, you do need to know what you can and cannot do. Feel free to not read these if you like, but all members can and will mock you for that decision. Keep in mind, all members have the right to strike down any character who does not follow the rules posted here. OPs will only warn you twice of rules breaking. Any more will result in a dead character.
#2 Personal Conduct
This rule probably shouldn't need to be added, and we hate that we have to add it. However, it is the MOST important rule.
DO NOT HARASS OUR MEMBERS. This includes our OPs and our members. We do not appreciate it, and it will not be tolerated. From now on this is a ONE STRIKE policy. If you mess up once, you are out.
Please remember: THIS IS A GAME. If you do not have fun and cannot allow others to have fun, then do not play.
#3 Literacy
This is literate thread. That means a two paragraph minimum, each at least seven sentences long. We will not tolerate one liners. Be descriptive. "Writer's block" is not an excuse for a terribly short post. If you cannot give a quality post, do not post until you can. We are all willing to wait for a good post. Keep all thoughts in italics. Also, use quotation marks for talking, that's what they're for. Dialogue may be bolded, and/or separated from your text. Write in third person. If you are combining two or more of your own characters into one post, please write from the perspective of all of them, sort of omnipresent third person.
#4 Romance
Keep romance realistic. Graphic scenes are not acceptable. Mene has created a site for that sort of thing, do it there. If a relationship starts that is fine, do as you and your partner see fit. Please no insta-romance without the outside influence of vampire powers or other form of magic. Things need to develop slowly. No one falls in love instantly in real life. Instant lust is all right.
#5 Godmodding/Auto-hitting
No godmodding or auto-hitting. You must have permission from your partner if you wish to godmod or autohit, as well as the permission from Raine or Skyler. You would not like it if anyone did it to you without permission. If you see it done, most likely it was between two trusting partners.
#6 God
OPs are God in this thread. They ultimately decide any situation and their word is final. They can change rules at any time as they see fit and any disagreements or suggestions need to be talked over with them. Any and all suggestions and/or questions should be directed to an OP.
This island houses the sacred mountain of Aiori, the goddess of air and flight. Leiy who seek a spiritual route in life travel here to pray atop Mt. Burinet(12). However, only the worthy may pass. The Water Bridge(20) is the only way onto the island. Despite the Leiy's ability to fly, constant storms prevent even the most skilled from approaching from the air. If it sounds as easy as crossing the bridge, it isn't. The bridge is made of water, and water is not solid. It takes a skilled mage to solidify the bridge long enough to cross it. This bridge is hundreds of gallons of rapidly moving water and stretches on for miles. Only the best of the best can keep such a large amount of water frozen for the minimum of three days it takes to make the trip across.
12 - Mt. Burinet 20 - Water Bridge
E - Dragon IslandX
Dragon Island is named for the shape it has taken from all the years of erosion it has suffered. Dragons originated here, but today they hatch all over the world. Only the oldest were born here. A line of mountains surrounds the entire island, preventing any access by water. Fossilized eggs can be seen all along Spine Mountain(15). These are the eggs of the dragons that refused to hatch many millenia ago. Lake Voju(7), the lake that guards the only beach on the island, boils at a constant temperature. It is too hot to swim in, and too shallow for any ship or boat. The only way on the island is from the air.
7 - Lake Voju 15 - Spine Mountain
B - Kxuj PlainsX
This continent is nothing but one giant open plain. Riding animals run wild here. The villagers of Bomik(1) are mostly herders, ranchers, and shepherds. They raise sheep, cattle, and anything else that will hail meat. When the time comes they sell the products to Gaziron, the Human capital of Yevoiy. Lesser unnamed villages are scattered all over the island. The people in these villages mostly farm crops to sell to the mainland. However, some of them are simply disguised as true farm villages, but in reality are “blood farms.” A blood farm is a village of people all under vampire control. These people are gathered in a village to live normal lives until they are summoned to feed the vampires. Other blood farms dot across the world, but the largest collection of them is on Kxuj Plains. The location and purpose of these farms is only revealed to the most esteemed in the vampire community.
1 – Bomik
F - MitocX
Mitoc is home to the Leiy capital, Misu(10). The castle sits at far back of the city, and the royal family rules from here. Behind the capital is Misu Woods(11). Strong monsters live here, and the woods is most used as training for warriors and soldiers before they go off to fight bigger and badder things. Just before the ocean is an open patch of land. There is a dock here, and this is where commercial ships usually drop off and pick up passengers. Misu makes a pretty good sum of money from guides through the woods to prevent travelers from dying there.
Surala(16) is located northeast of Misu. It is a Leiy city, built by Leiy many years ago. However, the majority of the population here is Vampire. The City Master of Magic resides here. There are no blood farms surrounding this city, or even on this continent because of the war. The people of this city and the Vampires of Trimo(17), bloodline of Weather Control, are forced to import their food from across the ocean. Sometimes they get lucky and a Leiy will allow them to feed, and sometimes an unlucky Leiy is captivated by a Vampire, but that is rare. Vipani18 in the northeastern-most tip of Mitoc. Leiy reside here, and this city is best known for their weapon and armor forgery. No other race is the world uses the same method to forge, but beyond that the manner is shrouded in secrecy. Zyca(23) is located in the desert in the very north of Mitoc. This is an abandoned prison, and is now occupied by the Fallen who wish to stay organized.
Ice covers the continent. The weather is cold and snow is frequent. Vroben Lake(19) is permanently frozen, and is a frequent tourist site because of it. The Crystal Mines(2) are home to an incalculable amount of crystals such as diamonds and rubies. In the right light the entrance to the caves sparkle like a prism. The Elves value this place as a holy ground and guard it at all times. Anyone seen stealing from the mines will be executed immediately.Wiham(21) is the largest Elven city, and the most well known. Most who have never been to Tagu are unaware there is another Elven city, Hust Village(6) in the central northern tip of the continent. The Elves from this village are mostly miners and spend much of their life mining and refining the crystals from the mines.
2 - Crystal Mines 6 - Hust Village 19 - Vroben Lake 21 – Wiham
C - YevoiyX
Yevoiy is the largest continent and supports many different environments. Eden Forest(3) is the landing point for any travelers from Tagu. It is considered a holy ground for the Vampires, and there are even some rumors that Klysa roams these woods. Fisher's Market(4) is just as its name implies. The fishermen from Mer Reef(9) travel here to sell their wares. Along with fish other fresh foods and wares are sold here. Gaziron(5) is the Human capital, and the largest city in the world. The Human king resides here, as does the Vampire Queen. Maechen Forest(8) is a holy place for soul seeking Human. There is a clearing in the center and many holy men stop to pray here. Mer Reef is home to many fishermen. The villagers here sell their catch to customers in Fisher's Market. it is also the first stop of any travelers from Mitoc. Mt. Tower(13) is the highest point in the world. Thrill seekers and holy men travel all over the world to find what they may at the mountain top that hovers above the clouds. Boji has been rumored to appear here more often than anywhere else, but it is rare to find him anywhere since he is so nomadic. Zuke(22) is a lone village where most keep a safe distance. The Vampires of the Lust bloodline reside here. The Vampires of the Flesh Walking bloodline hail from Poka(14).
GODS
These are the Gods of Hein. Seek them out and pray to them for guidance. Rurm god of fire and emotion
Rurm is a fiery red dragon. Obviously, he is the god of the Dragons. There are rumors of him residing on the highest peak of Dragon Island.
Iosen goddess of ice and magic
Iosen is a woman of ice. She is the goddess of the Elves. There are rumors of her being spotted at Vroben Lake.
Silr god of light and love
Silr is a magnificent white horse. He is the god of the Krusnik who he created to counter Klysa's Vampire. There are rumors of him being spotted in the Crystal Mines.
Klysa goddess of darkness and truth
Klysa is a vampiress when she appears physically, but typically she prefers to manifest herself as a shadow. She is the goddess of the Vampires. There are rumors of her being spotted in Eden Forest. Be cautious if you choose to seek her out.
Mekia goddess of water and life
Mekia is a mermaid, the first of their kind. She is the goddess of the Seirens. Her people claim she resides in Mer Reef with them, but it is shameful to lay an unworthy eye on her.
Boji god of lightning and energy
Boji is an oversized wolf, larger than the largest bear. He is the god of the shapeshifters. Those who go on a spiritual quest to seek guidance or praise from their god will find him atop Mt. Tower.
Aiori goddess of air and flight
Aiori is a wonder to behold indeed. She possesses the wings of a Dragon, which she bestowed upon her people, and the tail of a phoenix. She is the goddess of the Leiy. She is known to reside inside of Mt. Burinet, but only those who have proven themselves by passing her trials may stand in her almighty presence.
Etriosh god of earth and defense
Etriosh is a man born of earth. He is the god of the Humans. Some have reported him walking the Kxuj Plains.
Dragons were created by the god Rurm. They are led by a council of eight guardians, each one the head of a group of Dragons. The council controls all Dragons as a whole and uses Dragons with Dragon Riders as enforcers of their laws.
Religion:
Once every one hundred years, all Dragons gather on Dragon Island surrounding the summit of a volcano, where Rurm appears to pass his word and judgment onto all Dragons. Aside from this Rurm is rarely spotted, even by Dragons who seek him out. The only clue to finding him is to follow the Four Winds in sequence.
Government:
The Dragon Council is divided into eight Guardians, each governing a specific bloodline of Dragons. The heads of the Council are the Fire Elder and the Ice Eldress, who also act as king and queen. These two both keep peace within the Council and act as the final vote on any matter. The other Guardians are the Guardians of Water, Lightning, Air, Earth, Darkness, and Light. All Dragons are descended from one of these Dragon lines.
When a Guardian dies they are mourned through a ceremony, similar to a funeral, where one Dragon speaks for the lost. A new Dragon is assigned to replace the former Guardian, and life goes on. The new Guardian is usually a Dragon of great power within the bloodline of the Guardian that had died.
Appearance:
Dragons are large beasts covered in scales with great wings. Scale color is unique to the Dragon. Dragons are quadrupeds, which means they have four limbs specialized for walking. Dragon bodies are long, averaging between twenty and fifty feet in length from the tip of the nose to the end of the tail. They can be bigger or smaller, though, since this is only an average. A common feature in Dragons is their horns, varying in shape and length.
Dragons seem like great reptiles in appearance, however, they do not drag there bellies like lizards. Their limbs come straight down from there bodies, kind of like dinosaurs. Their bone structure is similar to birds except that they are quadrupeds. This avian bone structure adds to their flight capabilities. Their snouts are long and narrow at the end, usually squared were the nostrils sit. They have muscled cheeks that are wider than the snout, and occasionally have horns or frills of skin that protrude from the cheek.
Dragons wings are leathery like a bat, with a think skeleton to shape them. The wingspan is usually as long as the Dragon's body from snout to tail, and are very large. Capable of propelling a dragon's massive bodies through the air, they have to be of considerable size.
Dragons can live hundreds of years. They will eventually die of old age, though, unless they have a rider to augment their life force to full immortality.
Strength(s):
Due to their physical size, Dragons wield gargantuan physical strength. They have hard scales that act as armor covering their entire body. They are incredibly intelligent creatures, and have the ability to fly.
Weaknesses(s):
The mouth of a Dragon is the only area besides the eyes not covered in armor like scales. Stabbing a Dragon in the mouth is the only surefire way to do real damage to a it. This results in the combustion of the fiery liquid contained inside a sac just inside the cheek.
Powers:
Dragons have the ability to breath fire. This increases their offensive capabilities substantially. Dragons are telepathic to other Dragons and to their riders, as well. Dragons have the ability to bind their life force to a human, making them a rider and increasing the strengths of the Dragon as well as the human. Doing so grants humans with immortality and the gift of elemental magic unique to the species of Dragon they our bound to. Dragons also become immortal and gain much more power then they originally had. If one dies so does the other.
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Elves
Elves are immortal in the sense that they do not age and cannot die of age. Elves can die of bodily harm and disease, however, they cannot contract the shapeshifter or vampire virus.
Politics:
Elves are a matriarchal society and are ruled by a Queen. In the event that the Queen would be unable to fulfill her duties, the King shall take over for her, and should neither be able to fill the role, the Adviser shall act as Regent until a new Queen is chosen.
Religion:
Elves worship Iosen, goddess of ice and magic. Through her teachings they gain the blessings of Glamour and magic. Run by the High Priestess of the temple who can speak to the Goddess
Appearance:
Elves of both genders are creatures of beauty and grace. Blessed with fair skin and incredible beauty in a general sense, they tend to seem almost frail in there build. This is in part to there "Glamour." However, even without their magic they are beautiful.
Strength(s):
Elves are very fast and agile. They are only barely stronger than humans, but have better eye sight than any other race. They have the ability to heal faster than humans.
Weaknesses(s):
Elves are highly allergic to obsidian. Symptoms include rash, breaking of skin from outside contact, and extreme pain. If ingested or entered into the blood stream it can be fatal. Obsidian slows down their healing process. Vampire bites cannot transfer the virus, however, they can become painful and will paralyze an elf.
Powers:
Elven magics tend to deal more in the mental and appearance than in natural or elemental. Elves can use magic to heal. Mentally they are gifted with the powers of Telepathy and Telekinesis. Telepathy only works between other elves and psychics. Telekinesis is the mental ability to move objects with thought. Objects of varying sizes can be moved withing an elf's skill range. More powerful elves can lift much larger objects than weaker elves. Elves are immune to Vampire mind control unless broken down mentally or the power difference between the vampire and the elf is to great. Elves generate a calming aura which can influence weaker individuals around them, calming them down. In some cases to a point of near total passiveness in the weakest victims. Elves also have the power of "glamour" which allows them to bespell anyone too weak to resist into a state of attraction. It usually draws others toward them in lesser cases, or bringing them to obsession over the caster in severe cases.
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Krusnik:
Krusnik are living creatures who feed on vampire blood. Because they are living they still have souls. A Krusnik is made when a human or fallen ingests vampire blood. The transformation into a Krusnik takes a very painful three days, taking three days for the body and soul to fully transform. They are immortal in the sense of agelessness. So long as they feed on vampire blood this immortality is sustained. If a Krusnik doesn't feed for too long they will begin to age and slowly die. They can eat real food, but need more than the average human. They cannot substitute food for vampire blood because they need it to survive. Also, they cannot digest liquids and water is hazardous to their digestive system. They cannot contract viruses or become sick. Krusnik can breed, however, it is law that they must turn their children at an appropriate age.
Politics:
Krusnik are a patriarchal society run by the strongest. They are divided to groups per city and run by a master who is the strongest. All masters answer to the King and Queen, the king having overriding power over all decisions. The King is decided by the strongest of all the Krusnik. Whoever kills the king becomes the King and has the right to decide who shall be his queen.
Religion:
The Krusnik worship Silr as their god and as their guide. It was he who first gave them their power against the vampire, and he who taught them to sate their hunger and hunt their prey. Worship takes place usually in large groups gathered in areas of safety.
Appearance:
Krusnik keep most of the features they had as humans, however during the transformation the color of their eyes changes to a blood red, Their Canine teeth become pointed fangs and their hair grows out transitioning from its original color to black.
Strength(s):
Krusnik are blessed by the god of light and therefore gain more power during daylight. Their strength and senses increase during the day and their ability to control others through thought grows more potent as well.
Weaknesses(s):
Darkness weakens the powers of the Krusnik. In darkness their strength and senses decrease the most. Their ability to control others through thought is also weakened. However, those without protection or immunity are still vulnerable.
Powers:
Stronger and faster than Humans and most vampires. They can control others through thought. Can heal less serious wounds much faster than normal. Better sense of smell than Humans and most vampires, but not more than shapeshifters.
Can shift into black house cats with two tails and red eyes.
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Vampires
A Vampire is a reanimated corpse. They will rise three days after death. This gives the soul time to leave the body. They drink only humanoid blood. It is not recommended for them to consume food or drink because their digestive system no longer works. For the most part, their body no longer works. They can still gain or lose weight, grow and cut their hair, build muscle, shower, etc. A Vampire never sleeps, but they do get physically exhausted. To regain stamina they need to feed. Once dawn comes the Vampire must retire to their daytime resting place, because they become dead once more. The Vampire does not rise again until sunset, save for a few exceptions.
As far as reproducing goes, a Vampire cannot breed at all. A female Vampire's body cannot make the necessary changes during pregnancy. Males can still reproduce.
To turn a person into a Vampire they must be bitten three times in about a month's time. There are more ways, such as an improper burial. This includes not being blessed by a church or being refused the proper rights of the dead because of some disgrace against the gods, or being buried in unhallowed ground. They may also turn by ingesting the blood of a vampire, but this results in them becoming a Krusnik, which is the bane of all Vampires.
To kill a Vampire the heart must be removed from the chest, cut up, and then burned. The head must be removed as well. After both are done properly the vampire turns to ash and is permanently dead, in most cases. If the ash is not sprinkled in some body of water a powerful Vampire may be able to come back to "life." Burning a Vampire will absolutely destroy them no matter how powerful they are. When they burn there in no putting out the fire and they burn so hot that even the bones turn to ash.
Some Vampires turn into vermin such as lizards, spiders, and snakes after death. The amount of vermin vary on the Vampire from one to hundreds. If all vermin aren't caught and killed, The vampire will respawn from the escaped vermin and the destruction process must start over again.
Blood farms are villages of humans who are all under vampire mind control. These people are used strictly for vampire feeding purposes. However, they are cleverly disguised as ranching or farming communities to fool any passerby.
Food: Leiy - On top of not being able to resist Vampire mind tricks, they are the ideal food because they can feed the vampire day after day since they heal quicker than any other race. Their blood is powerful, and the best a Vampire can get. Human – They are the most susceptible to Vampire mind tricks, but their blood is not potent enough, and some Vampires may not like the taste. Psychics have a better taste, and the more powerful ones can have an alcohol-like effect on the Vampire. Elf – Elves are generally a bad investment because they can resist Vampire mind tricks. Their blood is often described as bitter or flavorless. Shapeshifter - They are susceptible to mind tricks, and their blood may be considered intoxicating. It isn't as good as Leiy, but is better than Psychic. Seiren -They are immune to mind tricks, and their blood is toxic, often causing severe internal infections to any Vampire foolish enough to ingest it.
Politics:
Vampires are led by a Queen. The Queen has the final say in everything that happens amongst her people. She has the choice to find a King, but she does not have to. If the Queen is killed, the new Queen chooses her own King. Generally the King is killed along with the former Queen. The only one the Queen answers to is the Goddess, Klysa.
On top of the Queen and her King, there are four City Masters. Each Master is in charge of a bloodline, while the Queen can use the powers of all of them. The Masters and the Queen meet often to discuss politic progression and other such business. If the Queen disagrees with her council she tells them so. They don't have any actual pull in the overall scheme, but are more like advisers. However, they have complete control over their city except if the Queen wishes to step in.
Religion:
All religions in the world, save for those who worship Klysa, are dangerous to the Vampires. A Vampire will actually burst into flames if they worship or praise another god. Because of this, a Vampire will not turn a person that will not convert to the Vampire religion. It is seen as a form of murder among their people. Instead, they convert humans before turning them through an underground church that promises eternal physical life. The Humans in blood farms farms are converted to worship Klysa in case they ever decide to be turned or if it becomes necessary. The only time in history this ever happened was when the first blood farm was discovered. All the Humans in the village had to be turned to avoid any further suspicion.
Appearance:
A Vampire has a paler complexion than most Humans, since all the blood from their face has drained. They also possess fangs to help them feed. Other than those two differences, there really is nothing else. Most Vampires keep their Human appearance.
Strength(s):
When night falls the power, strength, and senses of a Vampire are enhanced. Their sight is also better than a shapeshifter. They cannot starve to death, and are immortal. They cannot die from illness, or even contract one. They are completely immune to all diseases and illnesses except for the one they get from drinking Seiren blood.
Weaknesses(s):
Silver causes a Vampire to heal slower. Prolonged exposure to silver can vary from the permanent scars to death. Any blessed object of religion will burn on contact leaving permanent scars. Holy water, books, amulets all work. Object infused with magic are not holy, but may repel a vampire depending on the spell or charm placed on it. Sunlight is dangerous to Vampires. Except for the few daywalkers, exposure to sunlight results in combustion and instant death. A Vampire cannot swim, nor can they pass over bodies of water without their coffin. They cannot enter a home without invitation; this goes for vampire homes as well. Burning is the only absolute way to kill any vampire. They are also stronger and faster than Humans.
Powers:
Vampires can heal less serious wounds much faster than normal, but not quite as fast as a Shapeshifter. They can bespell a person's mind and control them like a puppet by simply making eye contact. When a Vampire possesses a person, even after they let them go, they own that person for the rest of their life. More powerful Vampires can possess large groups. These powerful Vampires are responsible for containing the blood farms.
Some vampires continue to rot after turning. These Decaying Vampires can reform any decayed part of their body, and then decay it again, making them near impossible to kill. The only way to kill these vampires is to burn them and scatter the ashes in separate bodies of water.
Daywalking is when a Vampire not only wakes earlier, but they can walk in sunlight without any risk to themselves. This is limited to only really old (at least 1,000 years) and really powerful Vampires. Similar to daywalking, some more powerful Vampire can rise earlier than most. However, these early risers will still die from sunlight.
A Vampire can sense a lie. They don't just get a hunch, but they know without a doubt when someone is lying to them. This is similar to how a Shapeshifter can smell a lie, but this is not exactly the same. This isn't any of the five senses, but more like a sixth sense. If a Vampire cannot sense a lie they are either very weak or powerful enough to make up for it. Only a more powerful Vampire can lie to a Vampire and be believed.
Vampire can call animals and Shapeshifters. This means they have the ability to command a specific animal and its corresponding Shapeshifter. The Shapeshifter does not have a choice in the matter, and must obey the Vampire's command. The only exception to this is a leader Shapeshifter, but not even every leader can resist.
A Vampire has the ability to make a Lavie. This is an eternal partner for the Vampire. Both partners gain power and strength.
Bloodlines:
There are four bloodlines, each controlled by a City Master. The Queen can control all four. Lust is the power to control all aspects of lust including love, sex, and obsession.((This one is not playable, and will be severely limited if mentioned at all.)) Flesh Walking is the ability to possess another Vampire's body and control it for an extended amount of time. Weather Control is the ability to change the weather from rain to earthquakes. All but the City Master and the Queen can only use one aspect of it. The Magic bloodline has the power to use Magic without the use of artifacts. They generally only have one power or element.
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Seirens
Seirens were created by the Goddess Mekia. They spend most of their life in the water, but some chose to walk and mingle with Humans. There is only a small population of them, less than any other races in the world including Fallen. The largest group of them lives in the ocean south of Mer Reef, but there is no more than fifteen of them there. Most choose to travel in groups between two to five. They prefer to be surrounded by other Seirens, because some of their religious practices are considered a bit morbid by everyone else.
Female Seirens can breed with humans, and this is becoming more and more popular. Breeding amongst Seirens is rare to begin with, and breeding with Humans narrows their numbers of pure bloods drastically. Males can only breed with female Seirens, since they breed more like fish than Humans. A female Seiren must lay an egg for the male to fertilize. They lay multiple eggs at once, but only one or two hatch and survive. Females can lay eggs as well as give live birth. This helps to keep the race from dying out completely. It is unheard of for a Seiren to breed with any race besides Humans, but since no one has tried it no one knows if it's possible. Seirens tend to live about as long as Humans, and they consider their life accomplished if they manage to conceive at least once before they die. Unlike Humans, Seirens can reproduce until the day they die.
Politics:
The Seiren leader is female. She is known as their Mother, while her mate is the Father of the race. This title does not actually reflect upon their relationship among their people. It is more an expression of how they are expected to take care of their people much like a parent would. The oldest daughter is titled Sister as the oldest son is titled Brother. The Sister will take over in the event of her mother's death. Even the Seirens that travel consider the Mother their leader, and return home often to keep up on news from their people.
Aside from their leader, the Seirens are ruled by a caste system. This system ranks pure blood Seirens as the highest in their society, second only to the leader and her family and associates. Hybrids of Seiren and Human are the lowest level, and are generally poorer and tend to serve the higher two classes. If a Seiren were to breed with anything but a Human or another Seiren the offspring would be considered an abomination, and would be outcast to live without the society.
Religion:
The Seirens worship the Goddess Mekia, and often make sacrifices to her in exchange for godly praise and blessing. She is said to live among the people, but it is rare that she is ever reported as being seen. If a Seiren does see their Goddess they are expected to bow their heads until she passes by. They consider themselves unworthy to look upon such a godly figure. Anyone who does not bow when the Goddess crosses their path will have their eyes torn out and offered up to Mekia as a token of apology.
Seirens are well known for blood rituals that they perform in the name of their Goddess. They sacrifice barren maidens to Mekia, hoping that she will punish the woman for disgracing their people. Once a year they also hold a Ceremony of the Flesh. During this ceremony they offer up a sacrifice of flesh, a willing victim. When the sacrifice is slain the population will all partake in consuming the flesh of that individual. This is done in hopes that the Goddess will not steal away the Seirens magic as punishment for failure to please her. Murder outside of sacrifice is sacrilegious, and the offender must be killed, spilling their blood into the ocean in effort to cleanse them of their sin before they go before Mekia in the afterlife.
Appearance:
The females and males differ significantly in appearance. The females possess angel wings, colored from white to blue to green. Scales cover their neck, shoulders, or arms. These scales are the source of their magic. If they were to be removed the Seiren would be killed immediately, because it is a disgrace to her people to not possess magic. As long as their Goddess has a tail all the women must have scales.
The males have feathers where the females have scales. This is to remind them that the females can soar above their heads, and are therefore the higher of the two. However, the males possess a higher honor by all being equip with mermaid tails just like their Goddess. A male can elect to walk on land, giving up his tail in the process. The moment he leaves the water his tail shifts painfully into Human legs. If he does this, however, he is shunned, seen as not worthy of the Goddess or sacrifice. No Seiren is allowed contact with this man, and his magic leaves him when his tail does.
Strength(s):
Water is the biggest strength a Seiren can hope to come across. All their magic is enhanced while they are in water. Their scales hold a great deal of power, and submerging those scales in water increases any power they had to begin with. They are immune to Vampire and Shapeshifter viruses. Pure bloods are also immune to all other illnesses, but hybrids can contract Humans sicknesses. Most can resist Vampire mind tricks, but not all.
Weaknesses(s):
Men who lose their tail are weakened not only magically, but physically. Females who lose their scales suffer the same punishment. If either are exposed to dry air, it has the same effect if they were to lose their scales.
Powers:
Females can seduce most races through song. Some have visions of past or future. These visions temporarily paralyze them, and some suffer headaches and nausea. However, despite the side effects, those who can see the past or future are of higher rank than all but the Mother and Father. Both male and female can harness power of water, but not to the extent of the Leiy. Males can cure illnesses through their water harnessing. They can also lift curses and brew potions. These potions can work as wards, or can be used to heal.
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Shapeshifters
Shapeshifters are humans that contracted a virus that gave them the ability to change forms. The form they take is usually dependent on the strain of the virus they get. Strains include: Wolf, Fox, Coyote, Lion,Leopard, and Tiger. In there shifted forms they are far larger then there natural relatives.
Shifting forms is a vary painful process in which a shapeshifter changes from there human form to there animal form. Generally it is a vary painful and nasty process involving the tearing of flesh and muscle the breaking and reforming of bone structures among a few things. Generally after shifting a shapeshifter must eat in order to supply themselves with energy to make up for that lost in the shift. Beginning shapeshifters have a difficult time at first with the shift but soon the learn to control themselves and to shift at will. All shapeshifters must answer the call of the full moon and shift usually just as it begins to rise in the sky. Stronger shapeshifters can hold back the shift but inevitably must shift before the night is over.
Shapeshifters can breed just as humans can ,however without proper care they can lose the baby to the shift. Usually to avoid this the mother tries her best not to shift at all during her pregnancy. On nights like the full moon were she normally would have to shift she can push her beast into her mate forcing him to shift and relieving the mother of the need to. This can ensure a healthy birth. Children born of shapeshifter parents are born with the virus as well. However it doesn't begin to overtake the body until the child reaches puberty.
Politics:
Shapeshifters live all across the world usually in groups of there own animals and are run as packs individually. Characteristically the strongest of a pack is usually the leader and is followed without question. Pack law tends to act the same as the animal counterparts do in the wild. Wolf packs are typically run by an alpha male and the pack hunts as one. Lions are also dominated by an alpha male however females provide for the pride. Other groups run in similar ways but all have one leader and its mate save for the coyotes which are run by both the male and female at the same time.
Religion:
Shapeshifters worship the god Boji of lightning and energy. Through his blessings they gain the strength and animal qualities they posses. Boji teaches them how to control there inner beast. An entity that lives inside of every shapeshifter that is the personification of there animal nature. This beast cannot only reside within the body but can also travel into others. Most often causing others to shift. The inner beast is seen as the personification of there inner most nature and as such they try to follow its guidance to attain happiness
Appearance:
Shapeshifters are usually vary human looking however rarely if they have remained in shifted form to long they may gain small features from there animal forms that stay permanently. Usually eyes or teeth. Shapeshifters have a higher body temperature then most other races and put off a warm, almost hot energy to those who can sense it.
Strength(s):
Shapeshifters are Stronger and faster than humans. They also heal much faster then humans and when they shift can heal from any injury so long as the wound is open or the bone is still broken. Their sense of smell is higher then any other race. There animal forms are far more dangerous and powerful than there human forms
Weaknesses(s):
Shapeshifters of every breed are deathly allergic to silver. Physical contact causes pain and inflammation seconds after contact. Small wounds made by silver heal slower than humans and any amount of silver in the bloodstream can be fatal. Because injuries heal slowly with silver it is possible for wounds that wouldn't have killed them without silver. To kill them far more painfully. Shapeshifters can also be called by powerful vampires. Weaker shapeshifters cannot resist a vampires call at all and only a few powerful ones can.
Powers:
Shapeshifters have the ability to shift there forms at will. This however takes a great deal of energy. A shapeshifter must eat at some point during the time it is in animal form and after shifting back may be comatose for 3 to 8 hours. Stronger shapeshifters can go without the comatose time after shifting back but only if they are really powerful. Powerful shapeshifters may also be able to half shift and partial shift. When half shifting they take a form that is half man half beast. This form is far more combat effective then there fully shifted forms and just as powerful. When partial shifting a shapeshifter still in human form can shift only one part of there body such as there hands shifting into claws. This takes a great deal of power and control.
Shapeshifters can smell and sense lies based on the physical reaction the body has to lying. This has more to do with the smell then anything else however shapeshifters can pick up on these things
Alphas/Leaders
Alpha shapeshifters are far more powerful then average shapeshifters and are capable of abilities beyond those attainable by weaker shapeshifters. These include the ability to make lesser shapeshifters shift on command or suppress their beasts, partially shift their bodies to increase their combat effectiveness, give commands to lesser shapeshifters that they cannot refuse, and the ability to heal other shapeshifters by giving them more energy to heal.
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Leiy
Leiy are the oldest species that dwell upon Hein's surface, and were born of the world's first magic. Aiori created them and sent them to live on the continent closest to the island she resides on. However, she made it nearly impossible for any of them to approach her by almost secluding the island. Leiy are immortal, and the oldest living Leiy is many thousands of years old. They tend to grow in power, but sometimes the oldest are not the most powerful. The King or Queen tend to be the most powerful, mysteriously gaining power once they take the throne.
It is against Leiy law to have more than two children. They are only allowed to have these children when the royal family deems it appropriate. This is to prevent overpopulation, because Leiy live until they are killed. Most Leiy are sterile or have difficulty conceiving. This, too, helps keep the population down. Because they are so controlled, not once have they ever had to expand territory outside of Mitoc.
Misda is the language of the Leiy, and only they speak it. There are Humans who take the time to learn, but often the pronunciation is too difficult for them. The Elves make it a habit to teach Misda to most of their people, because they have been close allies since the Leiy King took an Elf as his bride. All Leiy speak Misda, and it is a sign of great respect if they teach it to a non-Leiy. It is said the language holds magical power that increases their magic's potency, and that is why they have not abandoned it. There is no proof either for or against this theory.
Politics:
The leader of the Leiy is either a King or Queen. This is decided by the sex of the firstborn of the leader's children. If the firstborn is female, the next leader will be a Queen. In order to take the throne, the next in line must marry. Until they do the previous leader leads. As soon as the next in line marries, the ceremony must be prepared, and within a week they take the throne. The former leader steps down, but remains an important part of the decision-making in the kingdom. They become the Royal Adviser unless the new leader decides otherwise. The former leader may choose to do something else with their life after they give up the throne, but generally they stay in the castle.
The first born can secede the throne and pass it on to their younger sibling if they so choose. In doing so, they revoke any right their children have to the throne. It is rare that anyone has ever done this, but it has happened. The second child must take the throne or the current leader stays in place until one of their grandchildren is old enough to marry and rule. There has never been a situation where both children turn down the throne. In case this does happen, both children are trained to take over the kingdom, but the second child does not receive the same level as the first. If the second child marries before the first, the first is given the option to be passed up by their sibling.
The leader is in charge of the military. This means they make all major decisions regarding it. It is expected of them to participate in war, and appear on the battle field at least half the time. The next in line is expected to train all enlistees after they have received proper training themselves. The leader and their firstborn are expected to be the best soldiers they can possibly be. Leiy are very military oriented, and it is shameful when the leader refuses to train and fight. To do such a thing is considered treason, and the person may be stripped of their wings.
When a Leiy is stripped of their wings they become Fallen. Fallen have no magic and loose all the benefits of being a Leiy. They are disowned and kicked out of the kingdom. Most travel the world in search of a home, but a small amount of them have taken refuge in the abandoned prison at the northern most tip of Mitoc. There they have established a society.
Religion:
Leiy worship the goddess Aiori. Those who seek a higher sense of self travel to her island to pray to her. However, they are not as religious as they are militarized. The leader prays for guidance if they are unsure of what path to take with a major decision. Every leader has a specially assigned Mage to help them get to the Goddess until they an do it themselves. Often before battle, the leader will travel to the Goddess to ask for victory and safe travel.
Appearance:
They all share their trademark green eyes, silver hair, and the dragon-like wings that protrude from their backs. The wingspan is approximately two times the Leiy's height, but it can be more or less than. The color of the wings vary based on the Leiy. If it's a color, chances are someone has it. The wings emerge from tiny slits just behind the shoulder blades, and can be retracted at will. When the wings are concealed Leiy appear human. Retracting and extending the wings is very painful for the first few times. Once the scars heal and they wounds are closed, the pain stops. Leiy do not possess wings until they hit puberty. It is the last stage of puberty and signifies when a child becomes a Leiy.
No Leiy ever ages physically beyond thirty, but most never make it to twenty-six.
Strength(s):
The wings are their power source. A Leiy does not come into their full power until their wings grow in. Removing the wings takes away all their magic and most of their immunities. Leiy are immune to all illnesses including vampire and shapeshifting viruses. Despite their human-like appearance they are far more powerful. They also possess strength that rivals the strongest vampire and magic that combats the oldest elf.
Weaknesses(s):
If one is disowned or their wings stripped they lose their magic but not their power. With the use of Human relics they can still cast magic, but it is nowhere near as good as it was before they lost their wings. They are susceptible to Vampire mind tricks and Elf attraction. On top of not being able to resist Vampire mind tricks, they are the ideal food because they can feed the vampire day after day since they heal quicker than any other race. Most can resist the Seiren's song, but not all.
Powers:
From birth a Leiy can heal wounds faster than any other race. The more severe the wound, the longer it takes, and every wound takes physical energy to heal. Some have the ability to heal others, but this takes twice as much energy as if they were healing themselves. There have been rumors of Leiy healing nearly fatal wounds, but there is no proof of this. This is not an elemental ability, but a physical attribute that all Leiy possess. Even Fallen do not lose this ability, because it is not based off their wings.
Until a Leiy gains its wings they cannot use magic. Magic and strength grow with age, but there are other factors which affect them. Being born of the world's first magic, they develop their skills quickly. A young Leiy can equal the power of an adult Elf. As they age their magic branches into different abilities according to the Leiy. Each Leiy has their own unique ability. Even the weakest of Leiy possesses an ability the others do not. It's a signature of sorts for the race. Their magic is purely elemental based. Most Leiy can only use one or two elements, but the more powerful ones can use all of them to some extent. The leaders are expected to be able to use all of them to their full potential.
The best example of the Leiy elements is their “Blue Flame.” It burns brighter than fire and cannot harm. Only Leiy can produce the authentic “Blue Flame.” Some black market dealers and con men claim they sell artifacts that help the bearer to create this flame. The fire from those objects comes out blue, but will burn just like regular fire.
Their wings can be used to fly, and is they're main mode of transportation. However, some of the more powerful Leiy can teleport from destination to destination. This is a short distance, and if they try to go too far they can harm and even kill themselves. This takes a great deal of energy, and the less skilled are not advised to even try it.
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Humans
Politics:
Humans are ruled by a Hierarchy in a patriarchal society. The King rules solely over the entire kingdom with his oldest son as his successor. In the event that the king dies and there is no prince the high priest of the church takes over. In the event that the high priest is unable to take the kings role the high priestess shall and in the event that she cannot the queen shall take rule with a princes as the successor.
Religion:
Human are vary religious and spiritual. They worship the god Etroish of earth and defense and through his blessings humans find peace. Holly artifacts have the ability to repel the magics of the evil undead and even harm them as well.
Appearance:
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Strength(s):
Because of a distinguished lack of both physical strength and magic in comparison to other races humans have made there main focus of research into technology and weaponry. Humans have the most high tech machinery and have reached the firearm level of weaponry though it is still relatively primitive. Some humans of stronger wills develop limited psychic ability. Though powerful, it pales in comparison to elven mental magic.
Weaknesses(s):
Humans are physically weaker than all other races having both the highest tendency to die of disease and having the smallest lifespan of any other race. Humans also lack acute senses to an extent and have no magic save for what the god graces them with in artifacts. Human having such weak minds are vulnerable to the influence of vampire magic and can be forced into states of complete submission without the aid of a relic to ward the power away. Most humans without Psychic ability, especially the weak minded are vulnerable to the glamor of elves. Making them experience uncontrollable attraction toward them
Powers:
Well developed armor to protect against more primitive weapons. pendants, relics and such to ward off Vampire influence. Some humans develop psychic powers. They have mastered both silver and obsidian crafting for use in weapons.
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Fallen
Fallen are Leiy who have been stripped of their wings. This is done through a painful process where the wings are actually forced to extend and then cut off. To assure they never grow back the wounds are cauterized. Unlike the rest of the Leiy, when the wings are removed they will not heal. Once the wings are cut off they lose all their magic and immunities and are then shunned by the Leiy. It is the biggest dishonor to become a Fallen, and they must have done something meriting it. A Leiy becomes a fallen when the King or Queen decides, but this is not a decision they make lightly. Things that warrant such a punishment are, but are not limited to, treason, murder, or crimes against the crown.
On top of losing all magic and other abilities, Fallen cannot reproduce. They are only created by having their wings stripped. They are unable to reproduce, not only amongst themselves, but with the Leiy as well, or any race for that matter. Any Leiy found mating with a Fallen will be shunned, but will not have their wings removed unless they have done something more severe.
Politics:
Fallen generally become nomadic after they are shunned, but there is a community of them north of Misu in the abandoned prison of Zyca. Their leader is whoever claims the title at the time. Simply murdering the former leader gains the murderer the title. The leader calls him or herself King or Queen, but it is in mock of the Leiy that have disowned them. The group is disorganized, and only listen to their leader when it benefits them. The leader assigns the title Enforcers to a favored pair that does his bidding, including killing those who disagree with the leader.
Religion:
It is believed the Goddess, Aiori, abandons the Fallen, and so they worship no one.
Appearance:
They all share their trademark green eyes and silver hair of the Leiy. They also have scars on inside of shoulder blades where wings were removed and cauterized. Without their wings, Fallen appear human. No Fallen ever ages physically beyond thirty, but most never make it to twenty-six. They can pass as Leiy to those who cannot sense magic. To those who can, the Fallen lack a magic aura, and most know who they are.
Strength(s):
Fallen lack magic, but make up for it in weaponry. They often trade with Humans, or even forge some for themselves. The secret of Leiy weaponry is only given to a select few, so Fallen do not know how their own people used to work with their materials. Instead, they adapt to Human forgery, some even going as far as apprenticing in it. On top of forgery, Fallen often work on their physical strength, some besting a few Leiy.
Weaknesses(s):
All Fallen have lost the ability to use magic. None of them can cast it on their own as they once did.
They also lack all the immunities their brethren have. This includes the immunities to the Vampire and Shapeshifter viruses.
Powers:
Fallen can only use magic through the use of Human catalysts such as pendants and other artifacts. Other than that, they have nothing. If a Fallen is turned into a Vampire or Shapeshifter they will never acquire any abilities, not even the simplest. As a Vampire, they can entrance with their mind, but that is all they can ever hope to achieve.
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▲About You▼ Username: EternalRaine323 Playby: Amy Lee
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▲Character▼ Full Name: Isobel Mae Ipsel Nickname: Izzy Race: Leiy/Elf Sexual Orientation: Straight ♀Gender♂: Female Age: 1097 Occupation: Training Officer for the Leiy Military Status: Princess of the Leiy Birthplace: Misu
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▲Appearance▼ Height: 5'3” Wing Span: 10'6” Wing Color: The leathery part of his wings are a shade of gray that cannot be mistaken for black only because the bone of them is unmistakeably black Distinguishing Marks: Being half-elf, Isobel is raven-haired like her mother
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▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): longsword forged from obsidian, black blade with a red zig-zag design in the center, red hilt to match center design outlined in black, it extends out on either side of the blade about one inch, nothing special about the hilt, typical handle with grooves in the shape of a closed fist to make it easier to grip and hold. Named “Oblivion” Armor: Elven light armor
☼Power(s):☼ Progressive knowledge of every element, but favors water, especially the healing aspect of it. She is one of the few that can heal others. She can also raise the temperature of her blood, making her skin too hot to touch.
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▲Personality▼
Isobel is stubborn, demanding, and arrogant. She works toward her own goals and purposes and has little regard for others. Most of the time she is unwilling to compromise or negotiate. Her biggest concern is standing out in the crowd and wanting to keep her rank and status. She wants others to see her unique qualities and character but can't stand to come off as needy, so instead she has an "I don't care" attitude and pushing people away. The only people she ever let get close to her was her family and Vicente. It is not always intentionally that she pushes people away, but most are put off by her arrogance. Unfortunately, she does care what others think of her, and will try her best to be liked while still working hard at seeming indifferent.
She is self-centered, tends to take this personally, and is easily offended. She is close-minded, and it is hard to change her mind once it is made up, because she sees her way as the best way. Her stubbornness is her way of proving she is independent and in control of the situation. Nothing frightens her more than lack of control.
Isobel can be ruthless when the need rises. Her blade doesn't always do the talking for her, but she won't hesitate to unsheathe it if she has to. Sometimes she lets her anger get the better of her, and she may start a fight that she didn't intend to. She is quick to anger, and is hard to settle down afterward. Grudges are not foreign to her. If someone crosses her they should expect a lifetime of shunning.
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▲History▼
Isobel was born to an Elf mother and a Leiy father. Her father is the King of the Leiy, and she is the next in line for the throne. She also had a younger brother whom she is close to, and very protective. Growing up she was forced to learn how to be a Princess, and later a Queen. Very young her father trained her as a soldier. She trained alongside Vicente, and the two became the best of friends from the experience. Together they grew as soldiers and as people. Even though she was ten years younger than him, her father thought she was ready to be trained with that group. Admittedly, she picked up everything quickly and soon became one of the best soldiers known to Misu. Eventually he father would be the only warrior who could ever defeat her. It seemed she would make the best general the Leiy had seen in centuries.
As Isobel grew so did her friendship with Vicente. Outside of him she made no effort to make any friends. On top of that, sometimes her personality was so unbearable that many did not want to be around her. The two became inseparable, and she was heartbroken when he had to leave to finish his training. She begged her father, but it was tradition and he needed it if he ever wished to be a Royal Guard like his father. He agreed to write her while he was away, and only then was she able to accept him going away for as long as he had to. Over the years she waited by the castle entrance, often sitting overnight, waiting for his letters and his return. The maids and servants assigned to watch over her soon became irritated that every word she spoke was of this man. When his letters spoke of his harsh training she insisted on punishing the recruiter. He had to reassure her many times that it was the man's job before she let it go.
The day he returned home no one bothered to tell her. She knew he was home, but was forbidden to speak to him until after his ceremony. No matter how much she threatened, no one budged. That night she did not sleep, because she was too anxious to see her old friend. The day of the ceremony Isobel made sure to stand out enough that he could see her. As soon as he was set free she attached herself to him. She hugged him and proceeded to tell him of all the misery she endured waiting for him to come home. Her best friend had achieved his dream, and she couldn't have been happier for him. Best of all, he was assigned to protect her. Often times they strolled around the town, even late into the night, talking and just enjoying the others presence. Sometimes she would challenge him, but he could never best her.
One morning Isobel woke and Vicente was nowhere to be found. Her father was missing, and a few more soldiers were as well. This angered her greatly, and she was off to find the only man who could possibly have known anything, her uncle, and the now Regent. Her uncle refused to tell her anything claiming that his brother would not allow him. He reassured her that her father would be writing, and if anything bad happened he would tell her. Unfortunately, the letters stopped abruptly, and everyone assumed the King and his crew dead. Isobel was distraught by this, but did not believe Vicente would die so dishonorably.
Two years after the King's disappearance, Vicente arrives home to angered citizens who claim he must have murdered the King. Isobel refuses to believe these rumors, and at one point addresses the situation. However, she is furious with him, and demands an explanation.
Sowen IpselX
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▲Character▼ Full Name: Sowen Ipsel Nickname: none Race: Leiy Sexual Orientation: Straight ♀Gender♂: Male Age: 1657 Occupation: King of the Leiy Status: King of the Leiy Role: Soldier Birthplace: Misu
▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): longsword Armor: Elven Light Armor
☼Power(s):☼ Extremely skilled in all elements, specializes in water, moderate teleportation
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▲Personality▼
Sowen can be a bit of a hothead, but only because sometimes he cares too much. He cannot bear to see anything happen to his loved ones, and is sometimes very overprotective. Serenity's death caused him to seclude himself. Nowadays he is fairly depressed, and often lashes out at anyone who might cross him in the slightest of ways.
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▲History▼
Sowen married young and took the throne to the Leiy kingdom. He quickly assigned his younger brother to adviser, because even though he was younger, Junas was the wiser of the two. A few hundred years after ascending to the throne, Sowen and Serenity had two children, a boy and a girl. The daughter, Isobel, was the oldest of the two. As the eldest, Sowen did his best to personally train her to take the throne when she was ready. The two became close, and he noticed how close she was with two of his best men.
The war the Humans declared on the Leiy was shrugged off as if they were merely a child throwing a fit. That changed the day Serenity was killed during a shipwreck caused by a Human hijacking. Many months he spent brooding and plotting. When his plot was finalized, Sowen gathered six of his finest men, including Kyne and Vicente, and planned a trip into the Human capital. He appointed his brother as Regent, and then was off.
Captured two years ago, Sowen has been rotting in a cell inside a prison in Gaziron.
Kyne Raeu LireaX
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▲Character▼ Full Name: Kyne Lirea Nickname: none Race: Leiy Sexual Orientation: straight ♀Gender♂: male Age: 1126 Occupation: Full-time Soldier Status: Royal Guard Birthplace: Misu
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▲Appearance▼ Height: 6' Wing Span: 12' Wing Color: The leathery skin is a sea-green with specks of white, while the skeleton is navy blue. Distinguishing Marks: His eyes are a rarity among Leiy, being so green that they are almost blue.
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▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): A greatsword given to him by the king, present for receiving Royal Guard status. The blade is about nine inches wide with gold lining down the center; the hilt is wrapped in a gold-colored cloth to secure his grip; Military issue combat knife Armor: Black, magic-resistant tunic with a vest underneath carved from dragon bone to protect him from most blades. On the tunic is Aiori, the Goddess of Air and Flight. A utility belt which holds his military issue combat knife. Knee guards of the same bone as the vest, dyed black to match the tunic. Under the knee guards he wears tweed pants the same color as the tunic. Standard issue military boots complete the uniform.
☼Power(s):☼ Advanced skills in earth magic. Favors defensive spells.
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▲Personality▼
Kyne is confident to the point of arrogance, and for good reason: he never fails a mission. His ascension to Royal Guard to the King did nothing to cool the fire. He loves to be the center of attention, especially when he's showing off some battle skills, or bragging about any of his many accomplishments. However, he can be down-right irritating when he stops mid-sentence with some version of, “Oh, I can't tell you that.” Despite his willingness to boast, his secretive nature makes in hard to carry on an interesting conversation without him changing topics quickly. He speaks of himself highly, as most do, and he's never hesitant to tell a good story where he was the hero or victor. Thanks to his immense arrogance, he takes great pride in his work, and strives to do the best he can in every situation.
Of course, when there's nothing to tell, Kyne will tuck himself in a corner. If he's not talking about himself, what is there to talk about? He's introverted a good deal of the time; doing his best to think things through to the fullest. That being said, he's quick to rush into things without considering the possible consequences if there's something in it for himself. He works best when there's a reward involved, but the best reward, in his eyes, is high praise and recognition for a job well done. Kyne thrives on being told how amazing he is at his work, and he dreads the day he ceases to be amazing.
When face with a large amount of spare time, Kyne enjoys sparring the most. His favorite opponent is Vicente, considering the burning hatred the man feels for him. It's always a kick when he stomps the guy into the dust.
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▲History▼
Kyne entered the military straight out of school, and it has been his life ever since. He knows he had a life before, but it was so long ago, and it was not as self-satisfying as the one he leads now. As quickly as he possibly could, he rushed himself to the top, winning the favor of the king and princess quickly. His fellow competitor, Vicente was none-too-happy about this only because the more time he spent with the princess, the less time she spent with her friend. Still, it gave Kyne a sense of purpose to serve his country. He was often charged with defending the most important person in all of the kingdom: the king. The king thought highly of the soldier, so much so, that it was Kyne who was present when the king broke down after the queen's death.
One night, not too long after the queen passed away, the king approached Kyne about a plot he had stirred. He wanted to take his six best men to Gaziron to confront the Human king personally. This was the chance Kyne had been waiting for. This mission would prove him among the most loyal to the kingdom. Of course, he hurriedly agreed and scurried off to ready himself for the coming journey. Pausing for a moment in front of the stairs which led to the Princess' wing of the castle, he considered telling her of his departure. Unfortunately, the king had specifically stated he was not to tell a soul. With a strained step, he moved himself onward. Who knew how long it would be until he saw her again? He felt a quiet sorrow for that, but he continued toward his room in the guards' tower. Packed and ready to go, he paused outside Isobel's hall once more. Not able to resist, he scribbled a small note telling her he would be leaving and promising to write. Then, traveling down the hall, he handed it to the night guard, making him swear not to read it and give it to the princess as soon as she rose for the day.
Then, he scurried on to the king. Four other men were standing on the lawn outside the tower when he arrived. Of all the Royal Guards, there was only one other whom was missing of which he knew should have been there. “Where's Vicente?” he asked to no one in particular. A man turned to him and replied, “He's all that's left. We waited for you before we went to get him.” The king signaled for them to climb the tower once more to retrieve their final comrade.
Only a few days of travel and they were ambushed. Vicente had just relieved Kyne of night patrol. The guard fell asleep outside the king's tent. Three men caught him off guard and restrained him. He tried his best to fight them off, but his sword and knife had been confiscated and his hands were bound in a material smothered in runes which nullified his magic and lessened his strength. He growled at one of the Humans who stood around. They spoke of capturing the king. How could he have been so careless? “I will kill every last man here tonight,” he snarled at them. They just laughed as one kicked the back of his legs, dropping him to his knees. Never before had he ever meant a promise so hard. He knew when he was released they would die. Not taking any chances, one of the men held a strange weapon at his chest and pulled a strip of metal. The front of the weapon exploded and he could feel his bone vest cracking. How was he not prepared for this?
“Damn! He's armored,” one of the men swore. “Here, take this,” one of the other men handed him a black device with metal tips. One press of a button and lightning sparked between the tips. A chuckle erupted from the man's lips and he pressed the device to Kyne's neck, pressing the button again. Kyne's body went cold as volts of electricity surged through him. The man held the device there for what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few minutes. He fought it, but eventually Kyne lost consciousness.
An unknown amount of time passed and Kyne awoke in a cell. Cold metal bound his ankle to the floor. The same runes decorated his newest accessory. He looked around; three men to a cell: two cells all together, all occupied with his fellow soldiers. It seemed he was the last to regain consciousness. When he saw the king he would have to tell him of the weapons used against him. Slowly that last thought caught up with him: the king was missing. He asked, but it seemed everyone else had all ready wondered the same thing hours before he questioned them. Well, there was nothing he could do but sit and wait for something to happen. He noticed Vicente in the corner of the cell.
Eventually, everyman in the cell across from Kyne's were killed by guards. All that remained were himself, Vicente, and one other man. That depressed Kyne every day that passed. He had failed his men, and worse: he had failed his king. He began to sulk, progressively eating less and less until he stopped all together. Leiy can survive longer without food than Humans, but not much longer. After a week of self-starvation he grew so tired he could not possibly keep himself awake. Letting his eyes drift closed, knowing this would be the last time, he welcomed the closure that giving up brought this time.
But the shouts of his cellmate interrupted his peace. It seemed even Vicente, the second finest man in all of Misu, had finally snapped. He, too, had succumb to the insanity that ate away at all of them. Kyne watched as a guard drew closer, readying for the blow that would end the life of yet another Leiy soldier. Curiosity peaked; he wondered how their blades killed a man with one strike considering the rapid healing they experienced. He made a note to ask someone, resolving to see this through to the end. So, watching as the man thrust his sword inside the bars, Kyne was astonished when Vicente evaded. Perhaps he was not crazy after all. Wishing so hard he could help his fellow soldier, Kyne barked orders at the other cellmate to do what he could not. With key in hand, Vicente freed himself and his comrades. Finally free from the ankle restraint, Kyne wobbled a bit when he stood for the first time in weeks, maybe even months. He felt weaker than he had ever in his life, but he slowly followed the other two out of the hellhole.
Stepping out into the sunlight for the first time in a lifetime, bright light attacked his eyes. He flinched from the blinding light, and blinked violently to regain sight...and what a sight it was. Soldiers swarmed the courtyard. Kyne was in no condition to fight all of them, and neither were his fellow soldiers. Still, someone had to get out of here safely for the king's sake. Turning to Vicente, he shouted orders to run. Not waiting for a response, him and the remaining man rushed into battle with no weapons and weak beyond repair. Still, there had to be something he could do. Halting mid-run, Kyne reared his arms back, pulling all of his life force into this one attack, and thrust them outward as if pushing himself. The ground rose swiftly and unevenly, taking out most of the soldiers. One of the remaining soldiers managed a deadly blow to Kyne's comrade. He paused just long enough to mourn, and then collapsed from exhaustion. He crawled behind a wall and into a storage room, out of sight. Tucking himself under a cluttered table, Kyne slept.
It must have been days that he slept, but afterward he felt more refreshed than he had the whole time in that dungeon. Now that he was rested, his body could focus on the crippling hunger. Before he could think too hard on that, he noticed something absolutely magnificent about the room he crawled into: it was an armory. Not just any armory, though; it was where they stored confiscated weapons and armor. Kyne stood in awe at his sheer luck. Shifting through things, he managed to find every piece of his armor and his sword safely tucked inside its sheath. He dressed himself in the one uniform that made the man, and looked through some things for anything useful. Vicente's swords were there, and so was a pouch of Human coins. He tooks all three, hoping he would see the other man soon.
Then, deciding he was finally ready to go, Kyne breathed deep and teleported himself right outside Gaziron. Six days passed, but he traveled must swifter than Vicente, so he caught up quickly. He gave the man the blades he had lost, and he offered him some gold. They traveled together from there, and Kyne insisted on stopping at the first non-human city for food. That was quite the distance, so they survived off berries and stray foul for most of the trip.
The ship they rode to Mitoc seemed to move too slow. If Vicente had been in better condition, he would have insisted on flying. As soon as that familiar port came into view, Kyne knew he was home. They still had a ways to go to get to Misu, but things were starting to look up.
Vicente VelieraX
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▲About You▼ Username: Skyler-hir Playby: James Marsters
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▲Character▼ Full Name: Vicente Valtiare Nickname: Race: Leiy Sexual Orientation: straight ♀Gender♂: Male Age: 1107 Occupation: Solder Status: Royal Guard Role: Solder Birthplace: Misu
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▲Appearance▼ Height: 5' 11” Wing Span:11' 8” Wing Color: Black Distinguishing Marks: Newly acquired scar on chest
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▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): two sword Armor: Leiy Kingdom Royal Guard Light Armor
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Moderately skilled in most elemental magic, Adept in Lightning, Inept in Water
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▲Personality▼
Vicente generally warm hatred preferring kindness over cruelty in most situations. However he is easy to anger and becomes cruel when angered enough. Vicente is cunning and quick witted. Able to think his way out of most situations quickly and effectively. Being raised the son of the captain of the royal guard Vicente has grown to be undoubtedly loyal to the royal family. He values his friendships over most other things particularly his friendship with Isobel. He currently harbors a tremendous amount of guilt
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▲History▼
Vicente was born in Misu. The child of a chambermaid and the Captain of the Royal Guard, Vicente grew up in the castle. From an early age Vicente was taught first and foremost to be loyal to the Royal family and to the Leiy people. He enjoyed the fact that his father was a member of the royal guard and wanted to one day be standing before the king receiving the armor that bore the emblem of the royal guard.
As soon as he came of age to begin his training he did so. It was under the tutorship of the Castle scholars that he met Isobel. This was Vicente's first true meeting with the Royal family, and it only added more to his resolve to become a part of the Royal Guard. As time passed the two of them became best friends. Often playing in there spare time. And there friendship only grew as time past.
As Vicente came of age to become a solder he was forced to leave the castle and Isobel in search of his dream. However he did not let this distance him from his friend. In the years of his absence he often wrote to her detailing the accounts of a young solder in training. About the terrible barking of the recruit trainer, The dismal conditions of the camp, his day to day repetition of training, fighting with other recruits, and spending his free time at the brothel. Despite much of his struggles however Vicente proved himself a capable solder and a vary strong candidate to join the Royal guard.
After many years of Military service Vicente was finally confronted by the one person he had wanted to see since he first joined the military,His father. It was on this day that he was given a test. The only thing that stood between him and his dream of becoming a Royal Guard was his fathers blade. The test was simple. Strike one blow against his father. A simple concept, A royal guard must put all other things aside in the defense of the Royal family. That meant that if the time came he would even have to raise his blade against his own family if they endangered the king or his family. Vicente only smiled as he took his swords in hand and readied himself to face his father.
The battle waged for quite a while, Vicente, despite his best efforts was having difficulty finding an opening of attack that couldn't be countered. The sounds of clashing blades filled the camp as the two fought seemingly even in skill, save for his father only wielded one blade to Vicente's two. Despite the second blade it seemed he couldn't get the upper hand. Finally in an attempt of desperation Vicente
swung his right handed blade from left to right following it less the a second later with his left. Putting all he could into his right side swing his blade clashed with his fathers pushing it to the right and holding it of just long enough for his left handed attack to slice across the face of his father. Vicente had passed his test.
In the weeks that followed he held his head high as he traveled from the far southern boarder of the kingdom to the castle in the north. He couldn't wait to return. Couldn't wait for the ceremony. And couldn't wait to see his friend Isobel once again. He didn't get to see her right away however after arriving to the castle. In fact the first night he spent there after years of military service was spent in the stable with no word of his arrival sent to the princess. But he was just fine with that. For the Ceremony was the next day. Dressed in his best cloths he marched across the throne room floor, surrounded by the royal guard and other noble families, Vicente couldn't help but feel proud of himself. Standing on the step just before the throne of the king was his father. In his arms the vary armor he had wanted to were since his childhood. He couldn't remember ever being happier. He took a knee the moment he reached the step and looked to the floor as the king stood.
“ Vicente Veliera. You have proven yourself to be a true warrior of the kingdom,” the king began to say however Vicente lost focus on the kings words as he looked slightly to the left to see Isobel sitting just to the right of the queen smiling to him. She knew it was his dream to be here and now and he was glad to see her at the moment of his greatest triumph. That meant more to him than anything she could have ever done. “ I present you with this armor and these swords as a symbol of your new place as a Knight of the Royal Guard.” The king finished and Vicente stood to receive the armor. He welled with pride as he looked over the people around him stopping and smiling widely to his best friend. He couldn't have been happier.
In the years that followed Vicente continued his climb in the ranks reaching the rank of first lieutenant. Now that he was part of the Royal guard he once again got to see Isobel on a regular basis. Most often in fact was Vicente assigned to watch over her in particular when she went out to meet with the solders or go out amongst the people. The life he lived was one of contentment. He was happy living as he did. He even got to get to know the rest of the royal family. The king himself earning a great deal of respect from him as he spent time with him. It was this closeness with the royal family that built a trust in him. A trust that lead the king to chose him for a task he never thought he would be asked to do.
One evening, as he sat in his room after just finishing his shift at the tower watch the king himself entered the room along with five other royal guards, all of whom Vicente knew. The king explained that he was leaving the castle in hopes of negotiating peace with the humans. He further explained that he wanted to bring only guards that he could thoroughly trust with him and that was why he had come to Vicente's room this night. Vicente not one to turn down the king accepted and gather his things leaving later that night. As they began there travel away from the castle he looked back one last time to the tower Isobel's room was located in. He hadn't gotten the chance to tell his friend he was leaving. No doubt she would be angry with him when he returned but she would understand. At least he hoped so. He had no idea this would be the last he would see of the castle for a long time.
After a few days travel they reached the boarder to human territory. Setting up a small camp in the woods they didn't think it would do any harm. They still had another couple of days travel before they reached the capital city. The king was confident that once he had an audience with the king he could establish a much needed peace after so many years of war . However the human had another idea. As Vicente took off the last of his armor and lay down to prepare for the shift he had three hours from them there was a rustling sound surrounding the camp. Before they realized what was happening dozens of human solders entered there small clearing and apprehended the Leiy intruders. Vicente tried his best to fight against them but took a blow across the chest so powerful that it knocked him out.
Vicente awoke in a small cell bound in chains. Looking around he discovered that though the other guards were all accounted for the king was missing. None of the men seemed to know were the king had been taking and the guard outside the cell wasn't going to talk. It seemed to Vicente that they would be there a while and they were. Days turned to weeks and soon Vicente began to lose track of time. Despite this he remained calm. Sitting in the back of the cell barely moving more than he had to. Taking in all the information he could. How the guards shift changes worked about the shape of the key. The number of different guards that came and went from the cell. Despite his best efforts to keep the others calm he was unable and one by one each of them set off the guard on the other side and was run through with his blade.
Until only Vicente and two others remained. Over the time he had been in the cell he discovered that the guards during the day shift were far less focused then the guards of the night shift. He knew that if one of his comrades got to rowdy the guard would come to the cell and stab whoever it was making the ruckus. So he planned for it. Toward the end of the day shift Vicente began to yell and threaten the guard watching over them. Quick to respond the guard quickly approached the cell and attempted to stab Vicente. Vicente dodged the attack and quickly wrapped his chains around the blade. Then with as much force as he could muster he pulled the guard toward the cell bars slamming his head against it then releasing the mans blade and grabbing him by the arm proceeded, with the help of his cellmates, to beat the man to death using the bars. Once they were sure he could no longer be a threat to him Vicente grabbed the key from the dead mans body and unchained himself and his comrades. Then taking the sword in hand he and his comrades escaped from there prison.
As they made there way out of what he assumed was the dungeon of a fort, Vicente quickly established that escape would not be easy. His comrades despite there strength were weakened by days with little food. Vicente though he had done his best to preserve his energy before now was also nearly spent. To there dismay as they entered the courtyard they found that it was swarming with solders. The three of them froze for a moment as the solders turned to face them. Vicente's comrades looked to each other and then back to him. “ Jem ! Ti ymw hyfu gsu qomt. Iej luilpe muuw son. Ti !!! “( Run! Go and save the King. Our people need him. Go!!) the two of them yelled to Vicente before charging toward the enemy ahead of them. Vicente nodded to them and there sacrifice before doing the only thing he could. Using the small amount of energy he had he teleported himself away from the fort. He didn't make it far. With what little energy he had he only made it a few miles away from the fort before the magic ended abruptly and he crashed into the ground. Despite this he had to keep going.
After weeks of traveling on foot through the woods and mountains on foot. Far to weak to fly he made it to Leiy territory. He finally found his homeland. He had to tell them what happened. Had to find the king. He discover however that it had been two years since they had left. He had no idea if the king was even alive or not but he hat to try and find him. Traveling much more comfortably and without the constant threat of being found by the humans Vicente arrived at Misu. He had to get to Isobel and tell her what happened. As he made his way across the city toward the castle he prayed to Aiori that they would believe him and help the king.
Jason SheraiX
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▲About You▼ Username: Skyler-hir Playby: Chris Evans
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▲Character▼ Full Name: Jason Mathew Sherai Nickname: Jay Race: Human Sexual Orientation: Straight ♀Gender♂: Male Age: 26 Occupation: Head Guard Status: Ranking guard at the prison. Hometown: Bomik
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▲Appearance▼ Height: 6' Distinguishing Marks: Scar on his left arm from battle. His deep silver eyes
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▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): A Runed long sword and a daggar Armor: Battle worn steel plate armor with leather joint guards. Wards: Carries a small totem to ward of elven and vampire magics. Also wears runes on armor to protect against liey magic
☼Power(s):☼ Jason is a skilled warrior and is skilled in the use of magic talismans but has no additional powers.
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▲Personality▼
Jason is a do'er and as such finds it easy to motivate himself to do just about anything. He is generally kind hearted but must sometimes act cold for his line of work. He has a strong sense of right and wrong and has always held a sense of duty. Something that pushed him into the military. Jason Is never compromising when it comes to his morals. Something that has gotten him in trouble recently with his superiors. Jason takes on loads of responsibilities on his own and generally never asks for help unless he is sure he needs it. He likes to help others when he can but usually doesn't have the time
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▲History▼
Jason grew up the son of a farmer in Bomik and life was pretty calm until the Military drafted his father into the war. His father always talked about doing his part for their people and Jason was so proud to see him go out into battle. He and his mother held thought of Him as a souldier doing there people honor with pride. Even After They learned of his death on the battlefield Jason was still so proud to have been his son. Trying his best to follow his fathers Example Jason strived To make himself strong So that when he was old enough he to could go and fight for thier people.When that time finaly came His mother hated that he wanted to go out there as well. Jason couldn't blame her but it was something he had to do. He promised her he would return alive and then left to join the kings army.
After a while Jason found himself on the front lines of the assault against the Leiy. His platoon was continually pushed back battle after battle. Finally as an act of desperation they attacked in the night. A small village were they believed the enemy had an encampment. They found very few soldiers But those in the village that could fight did. They were civilians though. Many of whom didn't even have there wings. Which was to Jason's knowledge a sign that they weren't even matured yet. This struck Jason as wrong. He had come here to fight for the glory of his people not to butcher the children of the enemy. Turning away from the combat Jason attempted to fall back to the commanding officer but was tackled by a young Leiy warrior. Rolling until he could catch his feet again Jason stood to face the warrior who attacked him. The young one charged him and began to slash at im. One slash biting into his arm just above his elbow and traveling up his arm to his shoulder. Even if he was young he had the intent to kill and Jason Wasn't about to be killed. Bringing his sword to crash against the others he lunged forward and then stabbed up into the mans chest ending his life. Dropping to his knees he listened in horror as the sounds of Young people and even children filled the air. Jason knew this was wrong. Every Fiber of his being told him it was wrong but there was nothing he could do to stop them.
When it all finally calmed down the platoon had successfully pushed the Leiy into the woods leaving nothing but a few prisoners and alot of bodies behind. Jason Remained next to the body of the Leiy he had slain Holding his arm which he let hang loosely at his side. The commander rode up on his horse beside him" Soldier are you wounded?" The commander asked him gruffly. Jason didn't respond to him at all. Only stared off into air. The CO Jumped down from his horse then and repeated his question loudly. Enough to jar Jason from his shock induced state. " It doesn't appear to be a grave wound sir." Jason said then still not looking at him. The CO became worried. Jason hadn't been this shook up after a battle before. He was one of the best men in the platoon for combat.It puzzled him as to why he seemed so spooked. " Then whats the problem, We pushed back the enemy and have taken a foothold here. This is the first victory we have had in a long time. " The man said to him Jasaon turned to him and glared.
" Victory? They were Civilians, many of them weren't even full grown yet. This wasn't a battle it was a slaughter, You call that a victory!!" Jason said to his CO angrily. The man glared back at him, then grabbing him by his wounded arm the man pulled Jason up to face him. " Now you listen here We have been loosing this war since it started. If we don't start taking ground soon the king is gonna have all our heads. We are taking ground that is Victory." He said angrily to Jason who tried to protest again only to find the CO's Fist in his face. Landing on his wounded arm disoriented him with pain and the CO looked down at him " Someone take this sympathizer to camp and get him patched up. Then send him back home. we don't need his kind on the front line." He said as two soldiers picked him up and took him back to camp.
After a few weeks recovering in camp Jason was sent back to their country. Reassigned to become a gaurd at the royal prison Jason took the job there in stride. Though he hated what he had been a part of he still wanted to serve his people. He did his best withing the guard house and eventually worked his way to head guard were he has remained ever since.
▲Character▼ Full Name: Aurum Dingo Mayday Nickname: Dingo Race: Shapeshifter Animal: Coyote Sexual Orientation: Straight ♀Gender♂: Female Age: 24 Age when turned: Born and raised a Shapeshifter Occupation: Courier Status: Pack associate, sort of in the middle Hometown: Gaziron
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▲Human Appearance▼ Height: 5'6" Distinguishing Marks: A gold crescent moon tattoo with a dot in the center on her neck
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▲Animal Appearance▼ Height: 4'2" Eyes: Same as in human form Body: Sandy yellow Distinguishing Marks: None in Coyote form
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▲Battle▼ Weapon(s): Four throwing knives. Two always within her sleeves and two at her hips. Armor: Chainmail underneath a brown silk shirt, leather gloves to protect against accidentally touching silver, light cotton trousers, leather boots decoratively plated with dragon scales Wards: A necklace with rune-etched rubies, a necklace with a turquoise and feather talisman with the mark of Boji, and Two Jet bracelets (which she doesn't know are fake) all to protect against Vampire mind control.
☼Power(s):☼ Standard Shapeshifter abilities but swifter and more agile than most in her pack due to training as a courier.
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▲Personality▼
Being the most curious of her pack, Aurum has rarely known fear when it came to approaching random strangers. She has an inquisitive mind and often spends her free time watching people go about their business in the great city. As a young pup this would get her into trouble because some of the people she observed tended to think she was being rude to stare at them so blatantly. Aurum only wondered what they were doing but never had the sense to ask. Nowadays she knew better and either just secretly stole glances or made sure she was out of sight if she were to go spying on people.
Far from being a creepy lurker, Aurum is pretty sociable and enjoys the company of people no matter where they hail from. She is friendly and becomes talkative when the topic of a conversation is something she knows even a little about. As most of her acquaintances know, however, her dialogue is peppered with straightforward questions. Knowledge is what she craves after all, and she doesn't let a silly thing like manners get in her way.
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▲History▼
The first memory Aurum had as a child was seeing a battalion of Human soldiers head out to war. She had no idea then that it would be the start of her pack's servitude to the city of Gaziron and it's king. Her pack's leaders, as with the other Shapeshifters of Yevoiy, feared the enmity of the Human King and pledged their allegiance to him. They usually kept their beastly status a secret to prevent themselves from being biased by Humans, but if they went against the king, they would surely be hunted. Before that, the Coyote pack had been nomadic and, although they frequented Gaziron, they could travel anywhere they wished, whenever they wished due to other Humans doing the same. Now, most of the Humans have joined the military to support their leader and his lofty ambition. To prevent Human suspicion of what they were, the Coyote pack also enlisted in the Gaziron army, and the family became tasked with patrolling the borders of Gaziron for the most part. From time to time they left the kingdom's borders, but often because of a mission and very rarely because of Shapeshifter agendas. Those who shifted also had to be extra careful during full moons and around vampires as those two factors could give what they were away the easiest.
Still, life wasn't that hard for them. Though their freedom has been reduced somewhat, being allied with the Humans has provided the Coyote pack with a stable source of food. Aurum had never known a day of hunger for most of her young life but she still had to learn how to hunt, scavenge, fight and survive as decreed by her family. Originally she was trained as a scout and would join the patrol squad her pack comprised. But a month after her fifteenth birthday she and a few other Coyotes were chosen to become couriers. It seemed the expansion of Human conquests has led to the soldiers being spread apart further and further. This raised the need for more couriers as the Humans could not afford information delivery to be slower than it already was.
So Aurum began her life as a messenger, building up her stamina and speed so that she could meet her quota on time. When it was necessary, she rode on horseback since transforming into her Coyote form was out of the question, though she felt it would be quicker if she could. And just because it was her job to deliver information it didn't mean she delivered them blindly. There was always the risk of the enemy having set up a trap for couriers like her or the enemy impersonating whoever the message is for. With the observation skills she nurtured as a child, Aurum always remained alert for danger and never approached her targets until she was sure they weren't imposters.
Despite not being one of the fastest, she was one of the most dependable and eventually her reputation caught the attention of the Head Courier. After being tested with a high priority assignment, Aurum was charged with delivering some of the most sensitive information Gaziron sent out. This brought pride to her pack but they knew better than to celebrate such a promotion openly.
The hazards of her occupation seemed to have doubled after that, but Aurum wouldn't let the strain of work get to her. Unfortunately, at the age of twenty-one, she was attacked by a vampire as she was en route to a military outpost south of Mt. Tower. He looked as if he had starved for days and did not waste his chance when he came across the only Shapeshifter for probably miles around. Unable to resist his call, the Coyote had no choice but to stop and allow him to feed. Due to the amount of blood lost, she became severely weakened and remained on the desert dunes for hours. What unnerved her the most about the ordeal was the fact that he might be a spy and was after the information she carried. Fortunately that did not appear to be the case and the Vampire left after he had his fill. Aurum arrived late at the encampment but the message was received without complaint from the commanding officer. From that day forth she became paranoid about Vampire calls and took an interest in acquiring wards in the hopes that such a danger to her job can be prevented in the future.
It had been so long since he set foot in the Leiy kingdom kingdom, two years, in fact. Misu looked as if nothing had changed, the same city, the same people, but a lot had changed, and he knew it. For one, they were now without a king, no one to rule over them. Sure, the Regent had assumed responsibility, but there was only so much he could do. If they did not rescue the king soon, they would have to start preparing the princess to rule in his stead. A new queen. Kyne knew she could do it; she had done so well as it was, but he was not sure she would want that. Of course, there was no way he was going to abandon his king. There were those who would thought he had, but that would only serve to boost his image when he returned with Sowen.
Hurrying along down the cobbled street, he pulled his hood closer. If he was recognized before he made it to the castle, before he could warn the Regent, then he would never make it. Of all the people in the kingdom, only the Regent and the princess still remained faithful to him. He was grateful for that. She had her flaws, sometimes they were bigger than they should have been, but if she was good for one thing it was her loyalty. Her and Kyne had not always gotten along, in fact he was sure she hated him at times, and so it came as quite a shock when she addressed the rumors publicly. How would she react when she saw him again? He was declared a deserter, no better than a Fallen.
Breathing a heavy sigh, he tried his best to push the worry aside. Surely she would hear him out, she had to. If not, the ever reasonable Regent would be there. He would be the voice of reason, the one to get through to her. There were things he had to discuss with her alone, though. Things the Regent would only be privy to at a later time.
All the business would have to wait until later, though. First and foremost, Vicente needed to be tended to. Aiori had watched over Kyne for sure, because he was almost unharmed. He had suffered much the same as his comrade, but he had healed better. He was thankful for that, because if he had not been as strong as he was, perhaps the pair would never had made it here. The thought made him thankful for making it this far, and he smiled, all though the smile was shrouded. The castle drew closer, and the only obstacle would be the gate.
Oh no! He had completely forgotten about the gate. How were they going to get inside if they had to speak with guards who would probably arrest them on site? Of course, maybe being arrested was best. They would certainly be taken straight to the Regent. That would save them both the hassle of having to search him out. Yes, that would be the plan. Good thing, too, because just as he drew close to the gate a guard approached him. "Halt! he said, Who goes there? Without uttering a word, Kyne threw his hood down, grinning broadly. Hopefully Vicente understood his plan, because he was not about to explain it in front of the guard. That would get them sent straight to the cells. He had more than enough cell time to last an eternity.
The guard called his partners, who each wrapped a firm wrist around both Kyne's and Vicente's biceps. They made their way into the castle, being led to the throne room. There she was, arguing with her uncle. Kyne chuckled at the scene; nothing had changed. The guard holding his arm thrust him forward, almost knocking him off balance. He dusted off his arm, still grinning. "Hey, hey! Be careful with the merchandise, it's fragile," he joked, receiving and angry glare in return.
Rising from his seat, the Regent made his way to greet the pair, jaw dropped. Kyne threw a quick glance at Isobel, trying hard to read her expression. "Junas!" he greeted the regent, eyes shifting to the princess every now and then, "Listen, I have news for you, but first, Vicente here is not nearly as durable as I am. You think you could have a healer come take a look at him?" Nodding, Junas gave an order to one of the many guards still in the room to fetch a healer. The rest of the guards were dismissed, leaving only the two who typically watched the throne room.
Sunlight was thrust upon the face of the sleeping princess. She grumbled, searching for the source of this disturbance. One of her maidservants had decided to throw open the curtains. Tossing the covers aside, she sat upright. "Princess, forgive me for the intrusion, but the Regent wishes to speak with you," the older woman spoke, rummaging through the wardrobe as she did so, "Come now. Let's get you dressed. He is a patient man, yes, but you cannot keep him waiting forever. Grumbling again, Isobel rose from her bed, holding her arms above her head. The servant quickly went about dressing the princess.
Waves of black hair flowed around her shoulders, some hanging in front and some behind, all of it not more than a few inches below her shoulders. Brilliant emerald eyes stood out against all the shadowy tones. Coral pink lips held an arrogant, a typical expression for the Princess. Color avoided her complexion like the plague, contrasting her hair like the stripes of a zebra.
The darkened hue of her hair was enhanced by the shade of the top her maid settled on her. A cotton-poly blend pulled around her curves, just barely defining them, and hugged her until it disappeared into the waist of her pants There weren't any sleeves, but two wide straps helped create the neckline by curving into the torso of the top. In the back the straps continued down until they met the cloth under her shoulder blades. It showed off two vertical scars that fit perfectly on the inside of the straps, perfectly visible in the open back of her shirt. They were bright pink against the snow white of her skin. Underneath them were two wings, leathery like that of a bat, ridges stretched tight around the boney framework. All Leiy possessed wings with hues ranging from sandy brown to eye-assaulting vibrant green. For the Princess the leather of her wings were a defined gray, similar to a thick fog, and the skeletal outline was a shade of black that rivaled her hair.
Around her waist hung the pelt of a coyote from the north, its pigeon gray fur with brown to black roots with milky white highlights held her weapon’s sheath. The tip of the sheath stopped just below her knees. It was crafted with the bones of a Leiy who had their wings removed due to treason, and was a solid black with nothing of any particular interest to catch the eye. She told others it was obsidian, but her believers were scarce. Obsidian was the bane of all Elves because it lacked the light needed to work their magic, and only she knew how far her immunity to it went. The blade inside the sheath was a long sword forged from the same accursed material. The blade was black with an emerald colored zig-zag design down the center of it. To match, the hilt was the same shade of green. Grooves on the handle were shaped like a clenched fist to make gripping easier. Her uncle had the sword forged for her when she gained rank in the kingdom's military.
Her pants were the same shade of black as her shirt and made out of a thick but breathable tweed. They were a bit loose on her to prevent movement restrictions, and flowed over her boots. Two pockets with flaps over them were settled mid-thigh. All the pockets were lined with a silver trim.
On her feet she wore a standard pair of black, military issue boots that reached about mid-calf. The laces were secured with silver fasteners. She always doubled-knotted her boots and tied them around the back to keep them from slipping off or coming untied, preventing and untimely end from an easily avoidable mistake.
At a mere five foot three, Isobel was the most imposing woman in the kingdom. She did not possess the physical strength of some of the more brutish soldiers, but no one except her father was stronger magically. This was great for the next in line for the throne. Who better to protect her kingdom from the magically disabled Humans than someone who was one of the best in the world? Of course, no one had to tell her how wonderful she was. Isobel knew it all ready, and she grinned about it as she let her maid finish up.
Then the servant girl moved on to making the bed before she continued with prepping the girl. Her hair came next, but Isobel fussed about that one. She was picky when it came to her hair, and in the end they settled for it simply being brushed and left alone.
All the fuss finally complete, Isobel pushed past her serving girl and out the door. She was greeted by the guard making his rounds in her wing of the castle. All she offered him was a polite nod. Just like all the soldiers of Misu, this passing soldiers wore dragon-bone helms that covered their head, but left their whole face exposed. All of their mud-brown tunics were magic-resistant, and a bone vest was worn under them to protect them from blades. On the tunic was Aiori, the Goddess of Air and Flight. Aiori bore the same wings as the Leiy with a muddy brown similar to the color of the soldier's tunics. Phoenix tail feathers spread from her lower back, adding various shades of reds and yellows to the picture. He wore a utility belt which held the military issue combat knives. Unlike most soldiers, this one wore studded fighting gloves, because he preferred hand-to-hand combat just like the Princess. To protect his legs he wore knee guards of the same bone as the helm and vest. Under the knee guards he wore the same tweed as Isobel of the same color as his tunic. His boots were the same as hers as well, all double-knotted.
Making her way down the hall to the stairs which spiraled downward to the entrance hall, Isobel jogged just short of the door to the throne room. Certainly the Regent would be in there. And he was, she saw him standing there when she entered the room. He seemed distraught, and that worried her, because he was the most calm person she knew. "Uncle, is everything all right?" she asked, quickly making her way to his side.
Shaking his head, he ran a frantic hand through his hair and dropped his gaze from her worried eyes. "No. Your brother," he paused, breathing a heavy sigh to calm himself, "Your brother is missing. He took off last night and no one has seen him since." This was terrible. Still, Isobel was sure he was overreacting. It was never like Junas to overreact, but considering the fact that he might be comparing it to the king, well, she wasn't quite as worried as he probably would have liked.
Before she could argue it, though, a group of guards burst in with two familiar faces. Isobel glared at them, mostly Kyne, because he was the one who insisted on catching her gaze. That stupid grin of his...She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. What was he up to? And there was Vicente. When Kyne mentioned him being hurt, the anger fled her eyes, but she was good enough to keep the worry from flooding them. After all, they both had left without a warning. Well, Kyne sort of warned her, but he could have done it in person. As far as she figured, they both deserved whatever happened to them.
It was dark in the dungeon, only lit by a few torches spread out across large distances. The light was barely enough to illuminate the face of the man chained to the wall. His arms were held above his head, held up by the chains which restrained his wrists. Unfortunately, the flames also spilled light onto the dried blood across his bare chest. The wounds had healed a long time ago, but no one had bothered to clean him up. It was smeared, darker in some places, sparse in others. Eyes half open, he squirmed only a little to deliver a weak kick to the rodent nibbling on what was left of the hem on his pants. Before scurrying away, it sunk its teeth into the heel of his callused foot. He breathed a gasp of pain, but remained silent otherwise.
How long had he been here? Months, he was sure, perhaps even years. Still, his will remained stronger, much stronger than his body. He was positive his body would give on him long before his will would. All he wanted was for his people to be safe, especially Kyne. He knew they had been there when he was captured. The last time he saw them was that night at camp. It worried him, and the only thing that kept him calm with the Human king's demands was his fear of what would happen to his friend if he did anything rash. Too bad he was unaware that all but Kyne and Vicente were dead, and the two survivors had escaped.
A light flickered down the wall outside the bars, brightening and reddening as it grew. Someone was coming. Keys jingled as a gruff voice spoke, "Hurry, get him outta there. The king will not be kept waiting." Oh, not the king again. Sowen would rather rot in the cell than see that man again. Still, there was little he do when he was too weak to stand. The head guard was holding the key and torch, unlocking the cuffs on the chains. Two other men had to help Sowen to his feet, all though, he did not offer any help. Of all the things he could be thinking, all he managed was Here we go again...
For the first time in a long time a calm sigh came from Vicente. They were home, Finally he was home. Finally he was safe. Well not exactly, people saw them as deserters, so there was a good chance they were going to be arrested if anyone recognized them. But for just a moment he didn't care about any of that. Staring up at the castle he could only smile. A smile that had been missing from his face since the night their lives went to hell. The guilt of his failure and the injuries he had sustained seemed if only for a moment to disappear. But it was only for a moment. They had to move again. Doing his best not to lean so much on Kyne Vicente kept the goal in mind. If he could last just a little bit longer.
With his face hidden from the world by the hood on his cloak he made his way with Kyne toward the front gates. He hated that he had to rely on him just to walk now. He, a proud warrior of the Leiy shouldn't have had this much trouble recovering. However he had pushed himself far to hard to escape the prison and then continued to push himself even harder to make it back here. He had failed to protect the king, He wasn't going to fail to try and save him though. His injuries themselves had been bad. Between a few beating from guards at the prison to the near miss that cut his side open to the crash landing after the escape his body was pretty beat up. His black wings covered in small cuts and abrasions. Instead of stopping and resting like he should have he pushed as hard as he could through the wilderness to reach the shores once more. The exertion gave him no energy to heal with and he only continued to get worse. But he had no choice. He had held no idea of whether or not Kyne and his comrade had made it out or if he was being pursued. He payed the price for his negligence now.
Moving through the streets that were so very familiar to him he had to rely on Kyne to guide them through without being seen. Vicente focused on walking and nothing else because if he stopped to do anything else he would fall. Looking up from under his hood he realized they were heading straight for the gate to the castle. This started to look like a bad idea until Kyne stopped at the gate and the guards approached them. Seeing him lift his hood off to show the guards he was about to call him a dumbass when he realized that this was a good idea. They would be taken straight to the Regent for sure this way. He knew the next little while wasn't going to be fun but he braced himself for it as best he could.
Being dragged by his bicepts down the castle halls wasn't exactly his idea of a good time that was for sure. Doing his best not to make pained sounds he let them drag him without much fight. Once they entered the thrown room Vicente knew this wasn't going to be good. Isobel was here as well. He thought for a moment of how much he had missed her while he was gone and how much he regretted not telling her why he left with the king. But thinking about the king suddenly brought back all the shame he felt for failing to protect them. He had been on guard it was his fault they were captured. Without mercy his fellow guards tossed him to the ground before Junas and Isobel. With a great deal of effort he pushed himself up off the floor and onto his knees again. He kept his head down in a low bow. He didn't want either of them to see the shame in him. Nor did he want to see their shame in him. He said nothing until Kyne mentioned that they needed to have him looked at before anything else. He couldn't let that happen they didn't have time for that.
" No I am Fine we do not have time to waste on my petty injuries." He said casting a glare toward Kyne. He knew he was only looking out for him and respected that but they had more important things to worry about then his health. Lifting his gaze from the ground he looked to Junas and Isobel. He swallowed hard before gathering his strength. "Regent Junas and Lady Isobel please forgive my disgrace in your presence. " He said noting that he must have looked pitiful in his condition. " We have failed in our duty to protect the king. The humans have him now. We were ambushed in the night." He said as his body began to quiver lightly. The shame he felt for what he had failed to do filled him completely now but was becoming suddenly more apparent was how heavy his body was all of a sudden.
"I was not alert enough to spot them and they overwhelmed us. We were taken prisoner and separated from the king. I don't know where they took him I... I'm..... sorry." He managed to say before collapsing suddenly and passing out. He had pushed himself way to hard, baring sleep to try and make it here. His body had enough of it though and now he was done. All it had taken was a moment of relaxing and now he was out. It would be up to kyne to explain further. He did get what he wanted though. Kyne wanted him to rest and he was now.
The dim lit dungeon was really no place to try and read but Being in their as long as he had been he got used to it quickly. He read over the kings proclamation of conquest. By the law of their god Etriosh they he claimed that the whole of all land belonged to the humans and that they would do whatever necessary to take them. Once upon a time those words rang in his mind as the Ideal, the goal and dream. He had been young and foolish then. Believing that everything they could do was full of valor and pride. The truth however was far less glamorous then what he had expected. Everything meant everything. They would Kill the innocent, steal everything and burn the remains if that's what it took. And Jason wanted no part of it.
That was how he ended up here in the firs place. On the front lines he learned the truth and wanted out. He made it clear that he thought what they were doing was wrong. And this was how they punished him. One with his sense of honor could go mad in a place like this. Only Jason resolved to make a difference here instead. They had believed making him a guard for the Royal Prison was the worst punishment they could give short of actually putting him in prison itself. He had done nothing to warrant it though so he was sent here instead. Were he quickly ascended to head guard. Now he stood guard over the solitary cell. were there biggest guest of all was held prisoner. The Leiy King.
Maybe he was a sympathizer after all but he didn't believe that the man deserved this for what he was doing. He was a prisoner of war. How they had captured him was completely lost to Jason but he tried to make the stay a ok as possible within reason. He tried to treat all the prisoners with the respect they deserved. And that respect had a lot to do with what their crimes were. And as far as he was concerned it worked in his favor. There hadn't been a single attempt at escape and rioting among prisoners ceased all together since he took charge. The Leiy king was not a criminal, Just an enemy of the king. So he didn't treat him terribly. However the elements he couldn't control damaged the man well. Rations were only delivered once a week and the chains he wore held runes that sapped his strength and magic. but at least there weren't beatings at least not while he was in the dungeon.
Speaking of things not from his dungeon the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall from him. Three men. Two of them lower ranking guards from the other cell blocks and the third walking behind them was the messenger from the king. Jason sighed setting the paper down on the crate next to him and then stood. " Well look what we have here. Let me guess you're here to pick up the Leiy King." He said to the messenger who looked at him with a less then pleasant face. [COLOR="rgb(255, 140, 0)"]" That is correct. The king wishes an audience with the prisoner so come take me to him. "[/COLOR] The man said to him with a snide grin. Jason didn't like this man at all. But he was here on business from the king so Jason couldn't really argue with him. Leading them down to the kings cell He and the two guards entered the cell. The years in this cell obviously took a tole on the leiy within it. He looked weak and he was far to weak to even stand . Having the other two guards hold him up he worked on undoing the
chain from the wall.
The Messengers impatient comment was met with a glare as Jason finished unshackling him to they could carry him out of there. " Easy boys he doesn't look well." he told the two guards to which they nodded. he had demonstrated that his method worked to all of the guards so they were quick to follow his word because he knew it better. He walked ahead of the guards with the messenger.
The man strongly disapproved of Jason's treatment of the prisoners and made a note of it " Why do you treat him that way he is a prisoner and an enemy of the king" To which he only got a simple but grumpy reply " How i treat the prisoners is my business, not yours." The rest of the walk went uneventful until they arrived at the throne room of the castle. Taking a spot near the door he leaned up against the wall and waited for the king to speak. Either he would be allowed to stay or asked to leave but for the moment he stayed.
Obviously Vicente wasn't fine, and he proved that by finally passing out. Kyne rolled his eyes a little at the sight, knowing he had been right about needing someone to tend to him. Lucky him, in came the healer, ready to take care of him. Junas nodded her off, ordering the guard to help carry the man off so he could be tended to. Victorious, Kyne watched him leave the room unconscious. He had done all he could for the man, and now it was time to leave him in the hands of a professional. At least now they were home, so Vicente could take almost all the time in the world to rest up. They still had to set out for Gaziron again, this time with an entourage. All right, not an entourage. That didn't work out too well the last time they tried that.
Meanwhile, that left Kyne in the midst of explaining everything else. Vicente explained the capture of the king. Dammit. Kyne was not quite ready to delve into that yet, but it looked like he was left to add to the rest of the story. Of course, Vicente had also taken blame for the kidnapping, if not fully aware he had done so. That would be left as the final explanation for how it happened, because Kyne was not about to admit anything. He hadn't had anything to do with it, as it wasn't his shift to watch the camp, but he still felt guilty. There was nothing he could do now, though, so he would leave that part alone. It was almost entirely Vicente's fault, and he would be sure to play that card when he finished his story. Maybe that would wipe that fierce glare off Isobel's face, even if it was just a little.
Junas looked at Kyne curiously when the man remained silent. It was unlike him for sure. "I had feared something like this had happened. You know nothing of his whereabouts? Nor his physical condition?" Kyne shook his head, looking away in shame. Sure, it wasn't entirely his fault they had been captured, but he could have kept a better eye on the king. He was sure Sowen didn't blame him, not one bit. That was fine; Kyne would hold enough blame for the both of them. Breathing a heavy sigh, he lifted his gaze to flash a grin at Isobel before turning back to the Regent.
"No, Junas. I wish I did. I can tell you I wouldn't have returned if I thought I could do something for him." His eyes flashed to Isobel again, this time lingering. He had a plan, but that would have to wait until later. For now, he would inform Junas of all the past events leading up to him being here right now. "As soon as possible, I would like to set up a rescue party for him. For now, there are more pressing matters to be attended to," he continued. "The night we were ambushed, they used weapons I didn't know they had. When a trigger is pulled, the end of the weapon explodes and shrapnel bursts forth from it!" He moved his arms up and out, suggesting an explosion, "They call them guns, and there's no magic to them, but they hurt like hell." Out of the corner of his eye, Kyne caught Isobel rolling her eyes at him.
What? They left her father?! In that filthy Human king's custody? What sort of guards were they, if they let their charge be captured? Isobel was enraged. More than that, though, she was concerned. What if something happened to him while he was there? The Humans had proven themselves more than capable of killing one of the royal family. Oh! She just could not bear the thought of losing her father. Crossing her arms firmly, she shot an angry hot glare at the remaining man. Vicente was lucky he was no longer conscious or in the room. Kyne would have to do for her angry punching bag.
She watched as Junas and Kyne spoke. He talked of some new weaponry, obviously exaggerating. Explosions? Isobel rolled her eyes, and just as she did so, she caught Kyne looking at her again. Why was he so focused on her? What was he thinking? Studying him, she found it hard to think on anything but her anger. Seriously, how could he have just left the king in that Human prison? Was he insane?! Obviously he was crazier than she had remembered. More selfish, too. Isobel wanted to wipe that stupid grin from his face violently.
Giving in to her primal urge to punch him in the face, Isobel uncrossed her arms and stormed over to him. Shoving her finger hard in his chest, she scolded him. "How could you?! You...you pompous ass!" Junas interjected with, "Isobel!" but she simply turned on him. "No, uncle! How could you not be angry with him?! He left father in that dreadful place," giving Kyne her focus once more, she continued, "How can you call yourself a guard? You left him there. Why? What made you think your life was more important than his?" She trailed off at the end, looking away from Kyne. Her anger was misplaced and unreasonable, but she did not care. She was angry, and that's all that mattered.
Gathering her anger again, she looked back at him. "On top of all of that, you never wrote me. Not once! You just disappeared. Did you think it was funny to worry me?" The last was just an afterthought, but she figured she would air that one, too, while she was at it.
Sowen offered the head guard a weak smile when he defended him to the messenger. Despite everything the king had been through, the man still found the ability to see the good in people, or at least hope to see it. His hope was what brought him here in the first place. Even with his queen's death, Sowen still wanted to offer peace to the Human king. It was the stubborn Human that continued on with the fighting. When would he realize he had no chance? Was he truly willing to sacrifice all his men and resources for something so petty as land?
It felt good to finally have those shackles off his wrists, but they were so raw that he was not sure it mattered either way. Once led into the throne room, Sowen was tossed to the floor. He collapsed on bended knee. The Human king rose and ordered the messenger away, but the guards were allowed to stay. Moving to stand before Sowen, he bent at the waist to look the man in the eye. "It seems you are more clever than I had thought," he said, utterly confusing Sowen. "Well? Where are they?" he asked, straightening his posture. The question made no sense. Sowen considered the possibility of delusions, that maybe he had finally lost it, but this king seemed serious.
A simple shake of the head was Sowen's response, followed by a confession of confusion. "I know not what you speak of," he said in the barest of a whipser, for that was all he could manage. Anger flashed across the Human's face, and he delivered a kick to Sowen's chest. "Liar!" he bellowed. All though the kick was not a powerful one, it was strong enough to knock him on his backside. Supporting his weight on his shaky arms, he looked up at his assailant. Sowen shook his head again, reaffirming that he knew nothing. Your men! Your men have escaped my prison! I know you're responsible for it, so just tell me where they are!" he demanded.
The words brought the slightest of a grin to Sowen's lips, a frail chuckle causing him to double over in pain. His ribs now hurt, but it was worth it. Kyne had escaped. Sowen had hope the entire time that his men would make it out, especially Kyne, but it was good news to hear regardless. Shaking his head once more, still cradling his abdomen, he spoke, "I assure you I have done nothing, but I will be sure to congratulate my men when I see them again." Enraged by the statement, the Human king threw his arms in the air and growled at the guards, "Get this man out of my sight!" Doing just that, the guards lifted Sowen, on their way to return him to his cell.
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The healer and guards stood at the sidelines waiting for the order to do anything with the two former royal guards. The healer had become very angry with the guards for tossing Vicente down on his face like they had, Mainly because she was worried about his condition. He looked very rough for wear and being as good hearted as she was she couldn't stand to see someone get hurt even more then they already were. She waited at the ready to go and take care of them and watched with horror as Vicente collapsed to the floor. The moment the order was given she rushed to his side and then had the guards lift him up so they could take him to the medical wing.
Once there the guards removed his cloak and armor to reveal the wounds that plagued him. He was bruised up a little and had superficial cuts on his arms and face. But the wound that seemed the most severe and least healed out of all was the wound to his stomach. It appeared as though someone had shoved a hot blunt peace of metal through his skin as the wound had blistered over several times and looked terrible. To her concern she discovered that the wound penetrated all the way through his stomach and out his back. The exit being much larger then the entrance and burnt just as well. What kind of weapon could have done this. It was no wonder he was in such rough shape. An internal burn like that would mess up a lot of things in his body and take a great deal of time to heal without the aid of a healer.
Puzzled by the nature of the wound but determined to begin healing him the woman left to gather some water to begin the healing process. This was going to take a long while but she was willing to devote the time to it. She explained quickly to another healer the nature of the wound and asked her to inform the Regent of the audacity of the wound. She then returned to Vicente and began working up the magic needed to heal him. He groaned out lightly in pain as she began her work. It was going to take a while indeed.
Jason leaned against the wall with his fellow guards as the king began to question the Leiy king about the escape of some prisoners from another prison. Jason had heard of what had become of the Leiy kings guards. One by one they began to snap and had to be killed to keep them from revolting. He had heard the news this morning of two of them escaping a while ago. Word moved slow in the world but once received it was a wonder the messenger wasn't killed. The king had been absolutely furious. It explained why he was here now questioning his prisoner. The leiy king offered him no answer though and Jason cringed as the King sent a kick into the mans gut. He didn't like this at all but he had little choice but to sit there and watch.
Finally the king became fed up with his prisoners failure to answer him and demanded that he be removed from his sight. Jason took that as his Que to gather his men and pick up the leiy king. exiting the throne room the messenger followed them back to the prison at least until they reached the entrance to the dungeon. Jason told the men to go in then turned toward the messenger " If you have no more orders from the King i suggest you leave my dungeon." he said as calmly as he could muster. The man looked at him in confusion before angrily stating " I am to see him to the dungeon" He said only to be interrupted by Jason raising his hand. " And we are in the dungeon so you are no longer required. Now leave before i throw you in a cell for trespassing past visiting hours. " He said to the man who in his frustration stomped his foot but then backed down realizing that Jason could very well do it. He didn't like him and didn't want him in his dungeon longer then he had to be there. As the man stormed off spouting insults Jason just shook his head and then turned back to enter his dungeon.
Walking toward the cell the leiy king was kept in Jason sighed. One of the guards came up to him with a plate in hand. " Sir here are your rations for the evening" he said handing him the covered plate. " Thanks you and the guys go to the mess hall and have a good time. The next shift starts in an hour. " He said to the guard who nodded and left him to his business which was exactly what he wanted. Jason was going to do something the guards all new about but weren't fond of. He avoided problems by sending them all to eat while he did what he intended. He took better care of the prisoners when he could afford too. And right now the leiy king looked like he could use more then his once a week meal.
Entering the mans cell he looked at the man for a long moment before sighing. Kneeling next to him he laid his plate down and uncovered it to reveal the stew and bread and ham he had been given. He did eat better then the prisoners by a long shot. And he was willing to share. " Here" he said taking half of his bread and holding it out to the fallen king. " I figure if im sharing i might as well give you better bread then that moldy stuff they make me give you." He said to the man keeping his offer firm. " You can have the ham too. I want the stew though. I got to eat too." he said trying to joke with him. Humor helped the spirit a little bit.
" I'm sorry to see the king act so harshly toward you. Its not like you could have done anything to help those men of yours. You were in here the entire time. Anger makes him ignorant." he said trying not to sound to angry toward the king. Though it was difficult because a lot of things the king did made him angry. Talk about the perfect punishment for a sympathizer like him. Make him work were there is nothing he can do but watch the atrocities happen. Sometimes he thought he was just as much prisoner here as the prisoners themselves. He could have quit but he would have been tossed in jail. And a slowly fading part of him still believed there was some kind of honor in what he did. That's why he was kind to the prisoners that deserved it. In some half hearted attempt to redeem himself for his sins. He believed it was worth it. Why else would he be sitting in the cell with another prisoner sharing his food.
"So this is what the soldiers used against the Leiy?"
Red-brown eyes stared greedily at the odd weapon lying on the blacksmith's table. It looked more like an ordinary metal pipe to her but according to her friend, this was it.
"Hey!!! Don't touch it!", barked a burly and bearded man. He was a giant at almost a foot taller than Aurum and could easily lift an anvil with one arm. "That's for the soldiers and not for runts like you! Now off with you!! You got mail to deliver, don't you?" Despite his gruff demeanor, the blacksmith was a good friend of Aurum's and was always abrasive with anyone. But one of the few ways to get on his good side was a compliment. To be more precise, a compliment of his craftsmanship. The blacksmith was proud of his trade and was descended from a long line of metalworkers who have always served the royal house. This was how Aurum ended up at the blacksmith's stable that night and got a glimpse of something the Human army considered top secret. At least, a glimpse of it being made.
"Alright. Well then, goodnight sir! I doubt the Leiy stand a chance with you at the forge!", the Coyote said, though the bearded man's back was turned to her as he was hammering away at a chunk of heated steel.
"It'll be a good night when I get a raise!!!", he retorted with the usual baseless complaint.
Aurum chuckled at his words and left the fire heated stables. Adjusting her gloves as she walked, Aurum made her way to the castle's dungeon where she was to deliver a message from one of the brothers of a guard stationed there. In honesty the woman did not like visiting the place. It was gloomy, grim, and it freaked her out when a prisoner would try to talk to her, especially if they were asking for food or drink. She was thankful that her job did not require her to go there since she could just wait for a prison guard to go on break for their shift and hand it to them once they left the dungeon. But there were times when she had the misfortune to have to find someone who could not leave their post, during which she'd have to wait for their reply as far from the prison cells as possible.
But tonight was different. Aurum had heard rumors that the soldiers have captured a very important prisoner. This piqued her curiosity and even if she didn't get to see who it was, she looked forward to finding out at least more about them.
Alas, her snoopy plans weren't going to come to fruition tonight. As she reached the stairs that descended to the dungeon, she ran into two guards on their way to the mess hall. One of them was the man she was looking for. After a quick search through her bag, Aurum handed him the note. His brother's letter did not necessitate an immediate reply so she had no reason to wait on him. After hearing his thanks, the courier headed back the way she came. She was disappointed at not finding anything new about the mystery prisoner but there was not much she could do about it.
The thought of sneaking down while the guards were on break had crossed her mind, but she knew the probability of the head guard being there was high. That soldier who was disgraced for speaking up against his commanding officer was always the most diligent of the prison guards.
With a small frown on her lips, Aurum could only head back to the courier office to receive any new assignment they may have for her. She clutched the necklaces perpetually hidden under her shirt, the desire to know gnawing at her.
Kyne allowed himself to be verbally assaulted by the princess. At first he had thought the same thing, really. How could he leave Sowen in that place? Oh, he laughed on the inside at his lack of formality for the King even when the Princess held hers. There was no reason to pretend, though, that Kyne could be formal. He could when the need arose, but for the moment formality was the last thing on him mind. Right now they needed to formulate a plan to get the King out of the hell he was in. Of course, even before that, Kyne needed to make sure he was not struck down on the spot by Isobel. Boy, he couldn't remember the last time she was so angry. He sort of wished Vicente was there at that moment to bear part of the burden of her fiery anger.
Even with his calm demeanor, Kyne found it hard to stay unscathed from her accusations. He had done everything he could, and now he was doing the most he was able for the King. She was angry, he got that, but her words were unjustified. "Isobel, be reasonable," he pleaded, "Does that sound like something I would do? I swear to you I did my best for him, I really did. Right now, all I can offer him is what I'm here for." His words held only the slightest weight of pain, not physical but emotional. He had done everything in his power, but he still felt almost entirely responsible for the King's imprisonment.
Thankfully, in came the healer, stopping the Princess from her barage of hatred. He knew it would be back, but for now he could mull over her words in peace. The healer made her way quickly to the Regent's side and spoke quietly with him. Kyne raised a brow in their direction, curious as to the well being and condition of his comrade. Of course, his gaze occassionally wandered back to Isobel. Her last words had not fallen on deaf ears. She had missed him. Even if that wasn't what she meant to say, it's what she had said. Smiling arrogantly, he knew he was slowly winning the losing battle with her. Eventually she would be able to admit it. All right, well, every man is entitled to his own delusions.
Obviously there was no more to be said here, unless, of course, he wanted to be showered with more animosity. Even attention seeking Kyne didn't want that. Instead, he nodded respectfully toward Junas, not bowing still, and said, "I must be checking in on Vicente. Perhaps we'll pick this up later? I insist we meet up after his recovery to discuss our King." With that, he wrapped his hand around the Princess' and yanked her away from the throne room. She would be coming with him. "If you missed me so much, then you won't mind accompanying me," he told her with a chuckle, leading her out of the room and toward the royal infirmary.
Isobel glared violently at Kyne as the healer strode in, interrupting her mid-rage. Fine, some other time then. She, too, was interested in how Vicente was doing, but not enough to stop her rampage. Oh well, later then. For now she kept her eyes on the Regent, doing her best to listen in on the quiet words of the healer. Why did she insist on speaking so inaudibly? The anger slowly began to flee from her eyes, doing its best to concentrate on the concern she felt for her friend. Of course, that was a little difficult when she continued to remind herself that he had deserved everything he got.
As the healer left, Isobel turned back toward Kyne only to have her hand snatched and to be dragged out into the hall. Either her sense were playing tricks on her, or she was certain Junas found it amuzing enough to laugh at her. Oh, this was absolutely not funny, and both men were going to realize that far too late. Just outside the infirmary, the Princess managed to wriggle her hand free of the bafoon's grasp. It was about time she contined to berate him; she was sure he needed it much more than she had originally thought.
"Who do you think you are!?" she bellowed loud enough to cause some alarm among the servants who decided the best course of action was to scurry away from the Princess and the guard as quickly as possible. "I am not some mule to be led wherever you see fit!" She could have sworn he bore the slightest of a triumphant grin on those arrogant lips of his. What made him think he had won anything? Surely that time spent in prison had done a number on his intelligence. Perhaps he had gone insane. She was forced to remind herself that no, this was just how he always had been. Crossing her arms, Isobel scowled at him.
Not one to be deterred, the man led her into the infirmary to see Vicente. He was still unconscious, and was probably in no condition to be seeing guests. That was all well and good for, seeing as she was in no mood to be accompanying either of them anywhere. "Can you not see he is sleeping? Must you insist on perstering everyone? Please, leave me be. I have much more important things to do than to be seen with you," she spat, considering leaving.
Sowen allowed himself to be shackled again. Luckily, only one wrist was restrained this time. Even in his poor physical condition, the King offered the guards a friendly smile. He would not be the one to tell the men it was not for them, so he let them draw their own conclusions. Instead, he was relieved, almost ecstatic that his men had made it out alive. There was no way to know for sure how many of them got out, but he never doubted once that Kyne did. In fact, he was almost willing to bet it was all that man's doing. He always was quite the clever one, and thank the Goddess, too. If he had been even a little less clever he might have suffered a worse fate than what Sowen was enduring. His only hope was that Kyne was not the only man to make it out.
With all but one guard gone, Sowen breathed a heavy sigh. Once more he was restrained, left alone for who knew how long. He wanted desperately to return home, deeply regretting any foolish notion he had in the beginning that the Human King could be reasoned with. Still, his heart and will were strong, and he would make it through this. He would live an eternity, and what was a few years compared to forever? Sure, this was not the most pleasant experience he had ever had, but it could always have been worse. The past few months without power had humbled him. Even though he never abused it, being forced to live without it made him appreciate all of it so much more. If, no when, When he got out, things were going to be different.
The head guard made his way into the dingy cell Sowen was kept in, offering him peace. Even in the hell hole he was forced to live in, he managed to find the one shining ray of hope. The young man's faith in his King and his people was waning, and Sowen was doing his best to take full advantage of that. Of course, he would be subtle about it all. It would not do to scare the boy off before Sowen could convince him to ease his burden. Really, he was simply amazed at the kindness this one man managed to show despite all the ignorant hatred the other men radiated. It gave him hope in Humanity, even if the race as a whole did not deserve it.
Politely, he shook his head, declining the offer of food. "I appreciate your offer, but I will be fine. You are much younger than I, and I am sure you need it more," he said as amiable as he could. Unfortunately for Sowen's pride, the man was not willing to take no for an answer. Smiling friendly enough, Sowen relented. "All right, have it your way," he said, taking the bread offered to him. It was horrid, the slop he was forced to consume while stuck there in that prison cell. At least his prisoners of war ate well. All though that may have just been him missing his home and the Leiy cuisine.
Reluctantly biting into the miserable meal, the King listened well to the other man. Once again he shook his head, this time at the apology. "I do not fault him for his actions. He cannot be blamed for something which has been instilled in him," he said, referring to the Human King's misplaced superiority complex. "He and I have never seen eye to eye as it is, and I cannot pretend it does not please me to know my men have found their way home. It is nice to know I am not always on the losing side." The contentment in his voice was apparent, even in his weakened state. As was the anger from the other man.
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The healer took a damp cloth to her face and sighed, the job was done. His wounds had been terrible and because of the burns the healing was taxing indeed. But he was in no danger and would make a full recovery soon enough. He was terribly weak now due to the strain he put of his body during the trip, and she was going to scold him terribly for pushing himself so hard. Next time he did it someone else could help him. That was a lot of work all things considered, and she was feeling the effects of it well. But she took her accomplishment with a smile and worked on healing the rest of his easy wounds.
She continued to work on the superficial wounds that weren't healing due to his lack of energy. Boy was he gonna be hungry when he woke up. They would bring some food in for him later, Poor guy had even gone and torn ligaments in his left arm and knee, no doubt from some attempt to jump over something or a crash landing from trying to fly in his weakened state. Those were going to take some healing as well but she needed a break and the nurse was still gone explaining the stranger wound to the Regent. Then, to her surprise, she heard another set of voices enter the hall.
It was Lady Isobel Arguing with the other man that entered the castle with Vicente. They were talking about him now and how he was sleeping. She decided it best to give her report on his condition. [COLOR="rgb(65, 105, 225)"]" Greetings Lady Isobel"[/COLOR] She began reverently. " I have healed the major wound to the best of my ability however do to its strange nature i was unable to keep the entry and exit wounds from scarring. I have taken care of his minor injuries as well however there is damage to his arm that needs attention still. I will begin the treatment shortly." She said before hearing a pained sound from behind her.
Vicente heard voices coming from the room next to his. It took him a moment to overcome his exhaustion and weakness but he managed to look out the door to see what he assumed was a healer talking to Isobel and Kyne. Trying to sit up he found that his body was still very sore and he groaned out in pain before falling back onto his back. Realizing he was way to weak to move he opted instead to get them to come over to him. HE pondered that for a moment knowing that Isobel was probably very upset with him. But he knew better then to avoid her. If he just avoided her it would make things worse. The sooner he faced her the sooner she could get her anger out of the way. He came here expecting to be assaulted verbally at least so he was ready for it. " Isobel.. Please come over here. I need to speak with you."He said to her quietly. The healer looked to Isobel once more and sighed.
"He shouldn't be awake but if you wish to speak to him now is the time to do it. I doubt he will stay conscious much longer. Ill take care of his arm whether you wish to see him now or wait." She said before turning and grabbing a pale of water to use for the healing. She was tired but it needed to get done. She looked to Isobel and Kyne once more She waited for the princess to decide what she was going to do before she continued with her work.
Jason wasn't the type to waste his kindness on anyone, if he showed it at all he meant it and refused to take back his offer. It just wasn't his way to let a man starve to death in his prison. Even if the food was crap it was better then nothing. He held his offer sternly as the leiy king tried to dissuade him. But it fell on def ears. He did chuckle lightly as he referred to his young age. Jason didn't need to be treated like a child. He was an adult by human standards though for things as old as the leiy could get he must have been a child still. Either way he wasn't taking the food back and the leiy king would have to deal with it.
Reluctantly he took the food and Jason smiled lightly to him. He watched as he hesitantly tried to eat the bread and noted the look of disgust on his face when he did. " Not that great huh?" He said lightly. Even if it was awful it was still food and he needed it. By Jason's standards this was garbage. By his mothers this was a terribly produced crime that was punishable by severe beatings and solitary confinement in a small wooden box. Jasons mother would have beaten him over the head with a spoon for eating this stuff and then murdered everyone in the kitchen who made it. Jason was used to eating military rations which were just as bad so this wasn't anything new to him. It did remind him that he needed to write to his mother though. He would take care of that later.
Taking a bite of the bread himself he watched as the leiy king began to speak again. Disregarding his apology. The words that followed however made Jason shake his head and sigh. " Yea i heard about the escape myself. " He said pausing. He was trying to avoid his own anger but he had to let it out somewhere. He sighed once more before looking back to the King." There is a difference between what we are instilled with and what we choose to do." He said before turning away.
" Etriosh blessed us with the power to choose our fates. He didn't tell us to go and try to take other lands, The kind CHOSE to start this war. And he chooses to continue this war even though we are losing. Being instilled with the need to please our god's doesn't justify our sins, it doesn't justify what he has done, Or what i have done." He said stopping for a moment. His shame so thick in his mind he couldn't dare look at the king until it was gone. He fought it down and picked up the stew. Taking a bite it was terrible but he was used to it. He remained silent for a long moment.
Finally looking back up toward the leiy king. He needed to think of something else to say before his shame crept its way back into his mind. " So what's the food like in your lands. It has to be better then this garbage they are feeding us right?" He said in an obvious attempt to change the subject. He was hiding from his shame es but for now talking about it was out of the question. He was sure the leiy king already thought less of humans. The last thing he wanted was to tell him he had been involved in the destruction of a village of innocents. He tended to his stew while he waited for the man to respond if at all.
Even the lack of sunlight never interrupted the energy in Gaziron. The night markets and pubs stayed open for night owls of all kinds. And with the war businesses found themselves often catering to soldiers both returning from and leaving for the field. Bars and taverns benefited the most, comforting many battle-weary men and cheering on fresh pups ready to bring honor to the kingdom. Veterans would given the best seat by the fire so that they may narrate their exploits to eager listeners coming in for some good brew to ease their tensions.
After observing the lively, lamp-lit streets for a few minutes, the sandy haired woman left the window sill she had perched on. The night was chilly. Aurum could swear that if it were a degree colder she would be able to see her breath. But the coolness of the air didn't bother the courier. As a Shapeshifter, her body temperature was high enough to keep her warm in frosty weather. Picking up a brisk pace, she continued her course through the building and to her destination. The courier office was just another flight of stairs up where her boss was sure to be waiting for her and her report. Soon she reached a large wooden door with decorative ironwork. Aurum paused to take a deep breath before knocking nervously.
Isobel scolded him, but her angry words only brought a light smile to his lips. He allowed her to wrench herself from his grasp in her rage. "No, gorgeous, you are much nicer on my eyes than a mule," Kyne retorted, knowing he would get a rise out of the Princess. That, and a death sentence. "And for the record, I did not lead you here, I dragged you." He laughed at his own joke as he watched the anger flicker across her face, burning hot as if the fire were real. Any other man would have stopped while they were ahead. None of them were Kyne. It wasn't that he didn't have the common sense to stop, it was more than that. He seemed to lack that little thing most people have in their minds that tell them when enough is enough, and what is and isn't all right to say. Luckily for him, Isobel wasn't a murderer...yet. Eventually he would drive her to that, but not any time soon.
She then began to berate him for bringing her to see Vicente. That was fine. He wasn't going to force her to talk to him. Okay, yes he was. It was his turn to get the verbal abuse Kyne had received. "He wants to see you, I know it. C'mon. Just say hi. Maybe tell him what a jerk he is, y'know, be yourself," he said, laughing at his own jokes again. Really, no one else found him funny. Eh, that was fine. Who asked them, anyway? No, Kyne was friggen hilarious, he knew it. That was all that mattered. "Please," he said, beginning to beg, "He missed you, Izzy. Just peek in and say 'hi,' for me." The last part was just cheating, or at least, it would have been if it was any other girl. Unfortunately for Kyne, Isobel was the only girl in the whole world who could resist his charm.
Fine, he was sleeping. They would just stand there until Vicente woke up. Which was a much shorter amount of time than the man had been expecting. As the Healer came to tell Isobel and him of the other man's condition, Kyne heard a groan from inside the room. Then Vicente spoke, and Kyne almost laughed at the "I-told-you-so" moment, but he restrained himself. "He's awake now, so come on," he said, tugging on her arm once more. She would come with him whether she wanted to or not. What harm was there in seeing an old friend? Especially if that meant the old friend was going to get a scolding equal to the one she had just given to Kyne. Yeah, he was enjoying the fact that he wouldn't be the only one who had gotten yelled at.
"Vinny! Look who's come to see you!" he announced, shoving Isobel into the room. Quickly, before she could get away, he shut the door behind them, the Healer included, and stood in front of it. She would have to forcibly remove him if she wanted out. As fun as that sounded, he hoped she didn't try that. He was all ready wanted for desertion, he really didn't want to add assault of a royal to that list. That did sound funny, though. Okay, not really. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door, hoping no one decided it would be a good idea to open it while he stood there. It would NOT be funny if he took a spill while trying to get the Princess to talk to Vicente. It really was a shocker what the castle servants let him get away with, though. The Healer had yet to say anything to him about his rough handling of the Princess.
Stunned from the audacity, Isobel chose to remain silent. She was afraid she may have strangled Kyne if he spoke another word. Really, she was unsure what had kept her from violently assaulting him right there. He really was lucky she was his friend, for the most part, otherwise he would have been dead. Not really, but she had contemplated it, often. Especially in the last hour or so. He would have deserved it, the arrogant bastard. What gave him the right to tote her around in such a manner? She was the Princess, dammit! Had he no respect for royalty? Obviously not. She had known that from the very get-go, though. It was a ridiculous notion to have expected him to have changed at all. Maybe a little more time in prison would have fixed the problems she had with him...
Rage burned her inside. What right had he to call by her anything but her name? "Izzy? Are you ill? Did you hit your head? Brain damage?" These were all really good explanations for why he insisted on acting so rash. She was almost one hundred percent certain that he had been dropped on his head as a child. How else could she explain his lack of respect toward her? Isobel had allowed it to go on long enough, too long. She had played a part in his lack of respect, really, but she refused to accept the blame. No, there was no way it was her fault.
"I will speak to him on my own time," she told him, getting back on subject. Isobel was not too thrilled about speaking to Vicente. He was guilty of everything Kyne was, but for some reason, she did not hold him as responsible. Well, she sort of did. She held him responsible for the more personal matters, not for her father. No, that was all Kyne's fault. Vicente was her guard. That was part of the reason why she was so irate with him as compared to Kyne. Sure, she was angry with both of them, but the severity definitely varied based on the man. At some points she was angrier with Vicente, and vice versa. Both of them had skipped out on her, not bothering to tell her where they were going. It was probably for the best, though. She would have followed. That was more than likely the reason the King had neglected to tell her about his plan.
While Isobel busied herself by arguing with Kyne over why she would not see Vicente, out came the Healer. She had told Isobel Vicente was awake, that he was healing slow, plenty of things she was not sure she cared to hear in that moment. He had deserved what he got. Honestly, she was disappointed that Kyne was in such good health. He deserved to be lying in bed, too, all burnt and bruised and injured. Idiot man, too stupid to let the Princess have her silent vengeance. No, he had to come back in good condition, didn't he? He was actually doing pretty well for someone who had endured almost the same amount of torture Vicente had. She did not linger on that thought too long, though.
Before Isobel could tell the Healer she would return later when Vicente was doing better, she felt a hand pull her toward the open door. "Let go of me!" she yelled at Kyne, squirming in his grasp. Her feet tripped up under her when he shoved her into the room. She would have spilled to the floor if she had not caught her balance on the end of Vicente's bed last minute. "You are going to pay for that, I swear," she threatened, turning toward Vicente. Well, she was stuck now, forced to speak to him. Fine, but he better have been ready to be verbally beaten.
"All right, fine," she relented, "What do you want?" Honestly, she was not the least bit interested in anything he had to say. He was just as guilty as Kyne, and guilty men did not deserve her attention.
Sowen mentally kicked himself. Well, of course the head guard would have heard about the escape. It was kind of his job to know about those sort of things. The boy's willingness to admit he knew something caused Sowen to raise a brow, sincerely curious. Yes, he knew Kyne had been among the men, but he did not really know. He wanted badly to hope and pray he was among the escapees, and not instead one of the dead. No, Kyne die? That was an absurd idea that the King could not trouble himself with. It was simply impossible for a man like Kyne to sit and rot in a prison, unlike Sowen. No, no. That was not the proper attitude. He berated himself silently before throwing his attention back at the other man.
Yet again, his anger was noted. The poor boy, he was too young to be so angry, and absolutely too young to be tied up in such affairs as war and politics. The worst thing that could have ever happened to him was meeting Sowen, he was sure of that. Despite himself, a frown drew itself across his hips. Bitterness was not something a young man should hold, especially not against his King. Sure, Sowen adored the fact that the man denounced his King in private, but it made him wonder, too. How many of his people had denounced him? Everything he did was with the best of intentions, but what if his actions were not seen that way?
The shame, it did not wear well on the boy. Sowen shook his head, not approving of the conversation at all. He spoke against his King, and in a sense, he spoke against his God. True, Etriosh did not declare war on the Leiy, but he obviously supported it, none-the-less. Why else would the Humans be on the winning end of the spectrum? Aiori always led her people into battle strong and determined when she supported the cause, Sowen was sure of it. He assumed the same was true for the Humans. How pitiful would it be to not have the support of one's God?
Allowing the boy to change the subject from whatever fell task he had performed which brought him shame, Sowen showed the joy he felt when asked about his homeland. "Indeed it is. I would give my right arm for just one more meal from home. The meat, for one thing, is far superior to whatever livestock had the misfortune to end up in your stew," he said, sorry to be so harsh with his words, but knowing he spoke the truth.
Lifting his eyes from the stale loaf of cardboard the Humans had the nerve to call bread, Sowen spoke, deciding it was his turn to ask a question. "I answered your question, now I have some for you," he began, "Do you know which of my men made it out? How many were there?" Both good questions, both needing answers if he were to sleep relatively sound that night.
If he could have moved he would have beaten Kyne for his actions. He was deliberately antagonizing Isobel, which would make things harder for both of them. If they were really going to try and save the king she needed to not be angry at them, at least not as angry as he knew she was at them both right now. It was a miracle she didn't kill Kyne for what he was doing. Had it been anyone else Vicente would have not allowed them to even get close enough to do that, and would have been well within his duties to strike someone down for attempting to push her around like Kyne was doing now.
It reminded him all so suddenly of one of the many reasons he disliked Kyne before. He got away with things Vicente was told never to allow to happen. Just his general attitude toward Isobel was an affront to what he had been trained for, and he was never punished severely enough for his actions. It aggravated him to no end as to why she tolerated him so. But right now he was more concerned with the fact that she was becoming more and more agitated with the whole situation, which meant talking to her was going to be a pain. She would more then likely blow off what he said or berate him. Something he was prepared for but still dreaded happening, she was his friend and he hated making her angry. But she was already mad and Kyne was making it worse so he would have to work with what he got.
Had it no been for the fact that his body was shot Vicente would have jumped up and beat Kyne for his words and actions but that was out of the question. He just had no energy to move at all, and it was an effort to even say what he had moments ago. Just as it was for him to stay awake. He would have to deal with it though. He needed to say what he needed to say. And whether she accepted his apology or not was her decision. He looked to her when she tripped and fell to the edge of the bed. He could see the distaste in her eyes for him at the moment, it made him look away in shame once more. Looking up toward the ceiling he sighed. Better to get it over with.
"Isobel I know you aren't happy with either of us right now. Aiori knows we both deserve to be executed for our failures. I'm sorry, for hiding our mission from you and for failing the king. I won't make any excuses, and i don't deserve your forgiveness, but when i get better I am going to rescue the king. I will not fail again. " He said to her calmly. It was the plan he and Kyne were working toward. They couldn't take on the task alone though and defiantly not in his previous condition. Those were the reasons they returned. He resolved to go even if he had to escape his own people to do it. They may have thought them deserters but he was not going to let that stop him from doing his duty.
He waited a while longer and looked to Isobel. He was curious of what she would say, if anything at all. He had said his peace though and he meant it. He looked to the healer when she came up beside them. " I am going to start treating the rest of his wounds now. You may stay if you wish though i ask that He remains quiet. I cant afford to much distraction. " The healer said taking note of Kyne's antagonistic approach to the situation. This was her medical wing and He would not mistreat the princess in her domain.
Jason Listened intently as the Leiy king tried to answer him. Admittedly all he did was denounce the food they were eating now and not give much detail to the flavor, but that was his prerogative. Perhaps talking about it to much reminded him of home and how much he missed it. Either way it wasn't his place to ask. He was glad that the man in front of him didn't ask about what his sins were. That was a question for another time. Right now he wanted to focus on the king rather then himself. He could relive his sins later for now he was just trying to make things more comfortable.
With his question " answered" the leiy king asked one of his own. Of course he would be curious of that. It was the best news he had heard perhaps in his entire stay here. He had heard the survivor accounts. The guard at that prison were mostly wiped out but those who stayed away from the battle. The barmaids and cooks for the men there had seen most of what happened. Jason collected all that he had heard in his mind so that he was sure he knew all he could Descriptions of the men, the events that transpired. Once he was sure he had the jist of it sorted out he looked back toward the leiy king.
" From what i heard only two of your men made it out alive." He started. " The way they figure it happened one of the guards got tricked into getting to close to the bars and they grabbed him and took the keys. He was found beaten to death against the bars. The barmaids say that three leiy came out of the lower dungeon into the courtyard. "He collected the appearances once more. "One was bigger then the other two by a full head. One of the other two had very short hair, which i guess isn't common from what i have seen, and the other had nearly blue eyes. Which is odd cause i was sure they all had green eyes." He said scratching his head
" The big one and the blue eyed one sent the short haired one to escape first while they held off the guard. I figure it so they had someone ahead of them to inform your people of what happened. The bigger one was brought down after a while but the blue eyed one used some kind of magic and wiped out the remaining guard. Then he escaped as well. That's all i know about what happened. Sorry" He said feeling bad that he didn't have names to give to him. He had a right to know what was going on, at least Jason thought so.
" It did take them a long time to get out but the king has yet to find them so i think they made it out of the country. There isn't much between that prison and a port town so i figure they made it out ok." He said trying to give some reassurance to the king. If he were in the mans shoes he would have been relieved as hell to hear something like that.
Though she could hear voices through the huge door, having the above average hearing that Coyotes have. Even so, the door to the mail room was thick and the sounds she could hear coming from within were muffled. Except for one. A loud and clear "ENTER!!" pushed its way through the heavy wood, signaling that she could go inside and that the Head Courier was present. The woman then grabbed one of the iron rings before her and began to pull. "Good evening, Sir Oscar.", the sandy blonde greeted as she stepped inside. As expected, the large room was currently occupied by more than a dozen people, all couriers such as herself save for a few exceptions. There by the parchment shelf was Elsie, a scullery maid from the kitchens. She was speaking to one of the messengers while viewing a lengthy scroll. Perhaps it was the list of new cleaning equipment she was ordering from Mer Reef. With all the dishes used by the multitude of castle servants and soldiers, it was easy to run out of scrubbing sponges, brushes, and soap. She wouldn't be surprised if the cooks added an order or ten to her list. Why not send one message for all the kitchen needs if they're ordering from the same place, after all?
Another was a stout man, but at least a head taller in stature compared to most of the people in the room. Aurum didn't know his name but she knew he worked at the king's stables. He was sitting at one of the wooden tables nearly covered with letters, both rolled up or in envelopes. The man seemed to be hastily writing something down on a paper, the feathered quill in his meaty hand swishing through the air in a nearly hypnotic manner. Aurum noticed that even though his calloused fingers had weathered taking care of the horses and the riding equipment every day, the stable worker's penmanship was impeccable. Uniform, neat, and certainly nothing like a simple commoner's. Another three minutes and he had finished. Slipping it into an envelope, the back of which he also wrote something on, the chubby groom handed the letter to the messenger standing before him.
Now Aurum could see why the man was in a hurry to finish. The courier who had been waiting on him kept an impatient face on him. Even after receiving the envelope, the younger man still had a scowl on his face. He didn't waste any time moving towards a red candle on the Postmaster's table and sealing the letter's rectangular case shut with scarlet wax. with a thud, he stamped on the emblem of Gaziron's postal office and nearly ran out the door. With his message on its way, the stable worker had nothing else to do but to return to the horses.
Lastly, the final odd occupant of the hectic mail room was out of place for two reasons. Not only was he not a delivery person, he was also a mere child. The boy's name was Theo, and his height could not even reach past Aurum's waist. Theo was the younger brother of Theresa, a fellow mail woman with an astounding memory but was clumsier than a drunk on most days. Because both their parents could not stay home to care for Theo due to the nature of their work, the boy had to stay at his sister's workplace until her shift was over. Normally the postmaster would not allow children to be brought to his busy office to be babysat. Everyone already had their hands full with their own jobs as it is. Fortunately for the family, Sir Oscar knew that Theo was a bright and well-behaved child. He allowed him refuge in the mail room on the condition that he either stayed out of everyone's way and kept quiet or he helped out with menial tasks. The freckled boy chose the latter since keeping to himself in a corner all day sounded boring. Now the boy assists the couriers by sweeping any messes, rolling up unused parchments, refilling the ink bottles, restocking the quills when they run out, and cleaning the seals of the candle wax that so often builds up within their grooves. At the moment, the young one was preoccupied with retrieving all the paper that had managed to slip under the tables, chairs, and shelves.
Although she received no verbal reply from her boss, the man did acknowledge her with a brief nod. Aurum began to sift through the contents of her leather shoulder bag while she took her place in the short line of messengers standing before the post master's table. All of them were waiting for their turn to speak with the senior courier. Sir Oscar, in turn, sat behind his desk in an armchair that was taller than any of the other chairs in the room. On the wall behind his chair hung a great embroidered tapestry with the crest of Gaziron fully visible to all within his office. He had seen many years, their traces had begun to leave the familiar soft grooves on his face commonly found on the elderly. His ginger hair was now wearing thin and gray blazes ran through the fiery hue. Still, his prominent mustache remained as handsome as ever underneath his slightly broken nose.
As each delivery personnel approached him in their turn, they presented to him the messages and parcels they had brought back with them, along with a journal on which they had written notes about their routes. Added to that, they also presented a ledger. It held the signatures of every person they had made a delivery to, proof that they had done their job. Sir Oscar reviews them all, keeping in mind that his men must make other deliveries immediately, but never forgetting to be thorough when inspecting everything. The man in his prime also interviews each courier about their deliveries and asks if they have come across any news that would be of use to the king. When he is satisfied he sends them off with a list of fresh assignments.
The line tonight wasn't particularly long, but the Coyote knew it would be a while before she would get her turn. Proof of this theory stood merely four places ahead of her. The courier she was currently staring holes into was the famous, if not notorious, Tiberius Reynaud. Like her, he had been charged with delivering discreet intelligence vital to the human military. The man with shoulder length, straw gold hair was the most successful messenger in Gaziron, with a nearly perfect record of deliveries. He always had much to tell Sir Oscar, having been chosen to handle some of the king's more personal communiques. Barely anyone sees when he comes and goes from the castle. A lot of people compare his movements to a shadow, quiet and suspicious. The fact that he always wore dark colored clothing did not help matters.
With nothing else to do but wait, Aurum let her red-brown eyes roam away from the back of Tiberius' head and towards the large, glass window. In the distance she could see the lights of her neighborhood slowly going out one by one. It was getting late.
